Bai Feng was killed by Zhang Peng's sword.

"Poof!" At the same time as Bai Feng died, a mouthful of blood spurted out of Bai Xun's mouth in the distance, and his body staggered a few times before he could stabilize.

Bai Xun and Bai Feng run the black and white phaseless magic at the same time, and a close connection has formed between the two internal forces, and now that Bai Feng is dead, the phaseless magic skill is also automatically cracked, and the huge internal force will force Bai Xun out of a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, Bai Xun's old eyes were full of tears, and his expression was very sad and angry. Black and white are twin brothers, a milk sibling. The two have been learning martial arts together since childhood, and then stepping into the rivers and lakes together, and every time they fight with others, the two brothers shoot together. When he was young, he made a name for himself in the martial arts at that time.

After following Luo Tianming, he worked wholeheartedly for Luoxia Valley. As they grew older, the two gradually faded out of the disputes and became the protectors of Luoxia Valley. However, from beginning to end, the two have not been separated for a day, and the black and white are not married, and the two brothers depend on each other. Not only a brother but also a confidant and friend!

Now that Bai Feng is dead, how can Bai Xun not be sad, how can he not be in pain!

"Zhang Peng! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

At this moment, Bai Xun seemed to have lost his mind, and rushed towards Zhang Peng frantically.

"Poof!"

Zhang Peng shook his hand and pulled out the Ghost Yuan Sword, bringing up a string of blood flowers.

"Poof!"

Bai Feng's body fell heavily on the square.

After Zhang Peng pulled out the Ghost Yuan Sword, he fell to the ground. After landing, because of the numbness of his right leg, Zhang Peng did not stand firmly, his body shook, and he hurriedly used the Ghost Yuan Sword to support the ground, and only then did he stabilize his posture!

Facing Bai Xun, who was roaring and rushing madly, the corners of Zhang Peng's mouth twitched slightly, and then the tip of the sword slammed into the ground, bringing a sound of sword roar.

"Buzz!"

With this voice, Zhang Peng waved his sword and rushed towards Bai Xun.

"Whoosh!"

A sound of breaking the sky sounded, and a silver needle cut through the sky and headed towards Zhang Peng.

"Ding!" With a soft sound, Zhang Peng's Ghost Yuan Sword danced a sword flower on his side, knocking the silver needle to the ground. Then he looked at Luo Yuchen with an indifferent face.

And Bai Xun was also slightly stunned and stopped!

"Elder Bai Xun, you're tired! go down and rest!" Luo Yuchen said lightly.

"Valley master, but this ......" Bai Xun still wanted to argue.

Luo Yuchen waved his hand impatiently, and then stopped talking.

Bai Xun glanced at Luo Yuchen with an ugly face, and then glanced at Zhang Peng with resentment. Finally, like a deflated ball, he drooped his head, slowly walked to Bai Feng's corpse, picked up Bai Feng's corpse, and then walked towards a courtyard with a low whimper.

Seeing an old man who was nearly seventy years old like a child, sobbing quietly and going away, somehow, Zhang Peng's heart was slightly shocked! Although just now, it was either you die or I die, but seeing Bai Xun's childlike behavior at this moment still made Zhang Peng's heart feel an inexplicable discomfort!

"Hiss!" Zhang Peng inadvertently moved his right leg, and couldn't help but gasp in pain.

"That's right, when I was dying, I also pulled a protector of my Luoxia Valley as a backing!" Luo Yuchen said with a faint smile.

Zhang Peng looked at Luo Yuchen expressionlessly, and said, "Actually, you could save him just now!"

Luo Yuchen shook his head slightly, and said, "Everyone has everyone's value! If his life needs me to continue, then there is no need to exist!"

"Luo Yuchen! you are so ruthless!"

"No poison, no husband, a man just wants to survive in iron and blood! Only those who survive to the end in nine deaths are worthy of being called real masters! Of course, this requires not only strength, but also a little luck, Bai Feng's protector is not very lucky tonight!"

Seeing Luo Yuchen's breezy words, Zhang Peng's heart couldn't help but tremble, and he sighed secretly: No wonder his father was plotted by him, how could he fight this insidious villain with his father's righteous and thin character!

"Who's coming next?" asked Zhang Peng slowly.

Luo Yuchen smiled and said, "In the next game, I'll let you train the disciples of Luoxia Valley for me!"

With that, Luo Yuchen waved his hand lightly to the surroundings, and the hundreds of disciples of Luoxia Valley around him slowly gathered towards Zhang Peng.

"My disciples in Luoxia Valley are all good men who dare to fight! Today, he, Zhang Peng, dares to go to my Luoxia Valley alone, isn't he laughing at me that there is no one in Luoxia Valley! The three masters of Yunxue City were invited by me to help, but I have a huge force in Luoxia Valley, will I be afraid of him Zhang Peng is a little hairy child?"

"No!" the disciples of Luoxia Valley roared in deafening rage.

Luo Yuchen nodded with satisfaction and said, "Okay! The enemy of Luoxia Valley is right in front of you, it is he who doesn't want us to live well, it is his comrade, Impermanence Yama goes around assassinating my disciples of Luoxia Valley! Your senior brother died at the hands of him and his comrades, and now, I will hand him over to you! Kill him and revitalize the glory of my Luoxia Valley!"

"Kill him!"

The disciples of Luoxia Valley were furious, waving the blades in their hands and roaring towards Zhang Peng.

Gradually, the crowd wrapped Zhang Peng in it, and when the crowd was completely closed, Zhang Peng clearly saw Luo Yuchen's face with a faint smile.

At this moment, Zhang Peng's right leg was completely numb and did not obey the call, Zhang Peng gritted his teeth and raised the Ghost Yuan Sword in his hand.

"Tonight, there will be a river of blood!" Zhang Peng shouted coldly, and then his left leg was forced, and his figure rushed into the crowd.

"Kill!"

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In the crowd, Zhang Peng was struggling to move around, and the Ghost Yuan Sword in his hand was dancing around his body like a storm.

The crowd heard the sound of "ping-pong" weapons colliding. Blood splattered everywhere, and the wails and roars of the crowd muffled everything.

The so-called heroes can't stand the wolves, Zhang Peng is fighting in the crowd like this, and he doesn't know how many wounds have been plotted on his body, and after a while, Zhang Peng has been completely wrapped in blood. This blood is someone else's, and it's his own!

This killing is bloody, and it is also brutal. In just half a cup of tea, Zhang Peng killed more than fifty disciples of Luoxia Valley, and he also paid the price of blood. I can't count the scar marks and sword wounds on my body, the most serious of which is a knife wound on my waist, which almost cut off Zhang Peng's waist. If it weren't for Zhang Peng's quick dodge, and the knife only cut two inches into his left waist, I'm afraid that Zhang Peng would be dead by now.

But even so, the blood seeped out without money, which made Zhang Peng's consciousness more and more blurred.

The disciples of Luoxia Valley arranged here are all elites of the Inner Valley, and there are three hundred people, all of whom were personally selected by Luo Yuchen. Every martial art is not bad, although it can't enter the ranks of first-class masters, but it is more than enough to be a second-rate martial artist.

This is a way for Luo Yuchen to select elites, and only by surviving the real life-and-death struggle can he be qualified to follow him to gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes. This is also what he learned from the training style of Cloud Snow City.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a river of blood, at this moment the ground of the square has been completely stained red with blood, and even in some low-lying places, it has gathered into a pool of blood.

"Sword rain all over the sky!"

After Zhang Peng's left shoulder was pierced by a sword, he finally couldn't suppress the killing emotion in his heart, and the sword rain spread out with a roar.

Today's Zhang Peng is running the Sword Rain Technique, and his internal strength is cultivated to the level of the Sevenfold Realm. Therefore, the sword rain in the sky is unleashed on a large scale, and within seven zhang, it will be affected.

The Ghost Yuan Sword seemed to dance longer and longer in Zhang Peng's hand, and the red light swept through the crowd with the breath of death, and the Ghost Yuan Sword rotated at an extremely fast speed, sweeping around with Zhang Peng as the center. A flash of red light flashed, bringing up countless blood lights.

Along with the Oni Yuan Sword was an increasingly desolate and terrifying wail.

Many people were cut off from their waists by the Ghost Yuan Sword, and some people were cut off their hands and feet, as long as it touched the slightest bit of the sword, it would be a red light that would emerge without dragging the mud and water.

Seeing this majestic move, Luo Yuchen's eyes suddenly froze.

"Sword rain in the sky!

Luo Yuchen muttered.

Inexplicably, he was also surprised at this moment, and asked Luo Yuchen: "This is the Fragrance Sword Rain Heart Method?"

Luo Yuchen shook his head and said, "This is just one of the martial arts in the mental method!"

"Hiss!" Inexplicable, Ouyang Ye, and Ma Shang couldn't help but be surprised.

"Inexplicably, can you take this trick?" Ouyang Ye swallowed with difficulty and spit, and then asked.

Inexplicably, he shook his head slowly and said, "I don't know! But even if I can take it, I will definitely be seriously injured, and it will never be possible to fight again! Such a large-scale attack still has such power, if I concentrate my strength a little, I really can't imagine it!"

Hearing this, Luo Yuchen also raised his eyebrows, and glanced at it inexplicably.

Luo Yuchen sighed secretly in his heart: This is inexplicably really a martial arts wizard, just by looking at the moves, he can analyze the power of a little concentration, this age, this kind of vision, is definitely a rare genius! It's a pity, why is he from Cloud Snow City?

Of course, I didn't know what Luo Yuchen was thinking, and he was still watching the battle situation stupidly.

Ma Shang said faintly: "Inexplicably, can you defeat this Zhang Peng?"

Inexplicably glanced back at Ma Shang, and then smiled bitterly: "I'm ashamed! I'm not as good as him!"

As soon as these words came out, Ouyang Ye and Ma Shang looked at Zhang Peng with even more jealousy.

"Perhaps, we didn't do anything in the broken temple that day!" Marchand said for no reason.

And inexplicably shook his head slightly, and then stared intently at the battle situation.

At this moment, most of the people in the battle circle had been killed and wounded, and more than a hundred people were lying in a pool of blood, motionless. And those who are still alive have consciously retreated to a place ten zhang away from Zhang Peng. They all raised the weapons in their hands and looked at Zhang Peng cautiously and with horror on their faces.

At this moment, Zhang Peng had already finished using the sword rain and was standing alone in the center of this square, carrying a sword! There was a sea of blood all around, and there were hundreds of cold corpses floating on top of the sea of blood. Now he was like a devil who had come out of hell, covered in blood, his hair was scattered, and his clothes were already in tatters! But those cold eyes were still full of spirit. Now, the eyes were looking around indifferently.

Wherever Zhang Peng's eyes swept him, the crowd unconsciously took a few steps back.

These people have been completely shocked by this murderous maniac in front of them!

In the square in the center of the unusually empty, Zhang Peng's body could no longer stand upright, he covered the knife wound on his waist with one hand, trying to suppress the blood and not flow out, but in this action, it was tantamount to futility, because the blood still flowed from his waist and body.

Blood flowed slowly down his cheeks, his fingers, the hem of his clothes, and under his feet, and now he was like the source of rivers of blood.

It's just that most of this blood is his own.

The only difference is his sword. There were also strands of blood on the body of the Ghost Yuan Sword that continued to flow downward, sliding down to the tip of the sword, then condensing into a drop of blood, and finally sinking to the sea of blood on the ground

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among them.

This blood belongs to someone else!

Zhang Peng turned his head to look at Luo Yuchen and wanted to speak, but first a stream of blood foam spurted out of his mouth.

Zhang Peng wiped his mouth, looked at Luo Yuchen, and said lightly: "In the next game, you dare to fight with me!"

Luo Yuchen slowly shook his head and said, "Now you are like a dead dog, anyone can easily kill you!"

Zhang Peng laughed, accompanied by a few coughs and streams of blood, and laughed loudly.

"You, Luo Yuchen!

"Boom!" A figure swept out of the chair directly, and then arrived in front of Zhang Peng in an instant, so that Zhang Peng had not even recovered before his collar was lifted.

"This ......," Ouyang Ye said in surprise.

Inexplicably, when Luo Yuchen got up, his eyes froze, and he muttered: "What an amazing speed!"

At this moment, Luo Yuchen's face was less than three inches away from Zhang Peng's face, Luo Yuchen stared straight at Zhang Peng like this, and Zhang Peng also looked at Luo Yuchen with a smile.

In front of him was the enemy who killed his father, but now Zhang Peng couldn't even move, because when Luo Yuchen grabbed him, a terrifying internal force wrapped Zhang Peng, who was weak at the moment, and made him not move.

"Now, boy, you know, you're on the wrong path!" said Luo Yuchen faintly.

"Hate ......" Zhang Peng's weak voice came out.

"What did you say?"

"I said, hate!"

Luo Yuchen stared straight at Zhang Peng and didn't speak.

"I said, I hate it!"

"What do you hate?"

Hearing this, Zhang Peng looked at Luo Yuchen's face, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to sneer.

"I hate...... I hate me, Zhang Peng can't kill you sinister and cunning hypocrite with his own hands!"

Zhang Peng shouted loudly. The sound echoed in the empty Luoxia Valley, which made people listen to it extremely creepy!

"Poof!"

Luo Yuchen's knee hit Zhang Peng's lower abdomen heavily, and Zhang Peng spurted out a mouthful of blood again. But his eyes were still staring at Luo Yuchen.

Somehow, when Luo Yuchen saw these eyes, he inexplicably felt a trace of pity in the bottom of his heart, as if it was a feeling that was both familiar and unfamiliar!

Luo Yuchen shook his head slowly, and said coldly: "Is this your last word? I will give you one last chance, hand over the mental method, and I will leave you with a whole corpse!"

Zhang Peng looked at Luo Yuchen and sneered.

"Look for death!Then I'll send you on your way myself!"

With that, Luo Yuchen threw Zhang Peng out heavily, Zhang Peng was paralyzed to the side, and the Ghost Yuan Sword in his hand fell aside.

Luo Yuchen slowly picked up the Ghost Yuan Sword, and then walked towards Zhang Peng with a smile.

"You know what? I like to cut off people's heads and see the moment when blood spurts out of their necks, it's beautiful! People say that the greater the grievance before death, the higher the blood will be spatter. Today, let me see if your blood can be splashed seven feet away......"

After that, Luo Yuchen walked towards Zhang Peng with a cruel smile.

Zhang Peng looked at Luo Yuchen fearlessly.

"I don't know if his blood can splash seven feet away, but if you dare to touch him again, I can guarantee that your blood can splash seven feet away!"

A playful and angry voice came, and Luo Yuchen couldn't help but be stunned.

In the next second, I saw four figures approaching from the air at a rapid speed, and landed on the square in the blink of an eye.

It is Ajie, Zheng Yingjun, Xiao Yajun and the iron-faced Yanqing.

When they landed on the square and saw the scene of this river of blood, a vast killing intent gushed out from their hearts.

When Xiao Yajun looked at Zhang Peng, who was paralyzed on the ground in the distance, her eyes turned red.

"Peng!"

As if hearing Xiao Yajun's shout, Zhang Peng's body moved slightly, trying to struggle to stand up, but several attempts failed.

Xiao Yajun said that he was about to rush over.

"If you dare to come close, I'll take off his head!"

Inexplicably, before these four people appeared, they jumped to Zhang Peng's side, and the scimitar in his hand was casually placed on Zhang Peng's neck. Xiao Yajun also stopped abruptly.

Zheng Yingjun was furious when he saw this, his eyes were also red, and he shouted and scolded: "You fucking come at Lao Tzu and let my brother go! Otherwise, Lao Tzu will definitely chop you up!"

Inexplicably smiled indifferently.

Ajie was also trembling slightly with anger at the moment, but he was not as excited as Zheng Yingjun, but said to Luo Yuchen word by word: "Luo Yuchen!

Luo Yuchen waved his hand lightly.

"Impermanence Yama, you really think highly of yourself! he has what I want, and you don't!"

"I don't care what you want, if there is any mishap in Xingyu today, even if my Ajie is crushed, I will definitely crush your bones and scatter your ashes!"

Hearing Applejack say this, Zhang Peng's eyes in the distance suddenly turned red, and tears swirled in his eyes.

"Applejack! you're finally admitting you're Applejack......!

As he spoke, he coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

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