Angry Sword Peak, there are nearly a thousand meters of cliffs on the way up the mountain, except for the apes who can climb it relatively easily, other beasts can't go up at all. As for human beings, unless their skills reach the level, it is quite difficult for other Xuanduan hard hands below the level to climb the Angry Sword Peak.

But the Angry Sword Peak is harmless compared to the high-level cultivator of the area, it is almost the same as walking on the flat ground.

The tyrant also guessed Wang Heng's heart, this was to fight him to the death on the Angry Sword Peak.

And the choice of the decisive battle location at the top of the Angry Sword Peak is to avoid the group fight situation where many masters of the Black Water Gate rush up, so as to form a one-on-one heads-up with the arrogant Zhang Wuwu.

As a high-level cultivator in the area, Zhang Harmless is still quite confident in his heart. This time, the head of the sect sent many lot masters and Xuanduan hard hands to hunt down Wang Heng, and he was very disapproving.

He believes that since the head of the sect has sent him out, he should not send other masters in the sect to deal with a Xuanduan consummate battle hero, and he doesn't need so many manpower at all. Even if Wang Heng is the leader of the younger generation, he is also a leader among young people, and there is no resistance to the second-generation master in the rivers and lakes like him.

Although in the process of this encirclement and suppression, there were constantly lot masters in Heishuimen who fell, but the tyrant Zhang Wuwu still always believed that the reason why Wang Heng had such an impressive record was directly related to the lack of cultivation and caution of several lot masters in the gate, especially in the face of the Heavenly Lion Spirit Beast.

If Wang Heng is harmless to my tyrant Zhang, then he will be designated to have no return, death and no life.

Thinking of this, the tyrant Zhang harmless did not hesitate, and directly floated away, his body was like electricity, rising and falling leisurely, and flew up to the top of the Angry Sword Peak. And before the Tyrant went to the peak, he didn't leave any marks or news on the other masters of the Black Water Gate. In his opinion, the so-called decisive battle of Angry Sword Peak this time was just a joke.

At the peak of the Angry Sword Peak, Wang Heng slowly breathed in and breathed, and used the internal strength of the Heavenly Dragon over and over again, wanting to recover from the injuries on his body as much as possible.

The epiphany just now made him comprehend the thorn of the hurdle, and his confidence was greatly improved. At the same time, the crazy operation of Tianlong's internal strength also played a great role in the repair of the body, but it was still a little short to restore the best state of the body. As for the thousand-year-old stone milk, he didn't want to take it anymore, after all, after continuous use, its effect had been reduced to a minimum. If you take it now, the effect may not be much better than that of healing medicine. Especially at the time of crisis, he comprehended the secret technique of stabbing the stab, for him, it was like a stimulant, and he boosted a lot of confidence in the next fight.

At this time, there was a sound in the air of the corners of the clothes breaking through the air, no need to guess, it was designated as the master of the Black Water Gate. But listening to this small and faint voice, it feels like there is only one person, and if there are many people, the sound of the rattle will definitely not be so small.

Looking at the situation, it must be that the bully Zhang is harmless, and others don't have such guts.

Thinking of this, Wang Heng's face couldn't help but flash a smile, it was almost the same as his own design, as long as he won the final battle against the wild tyrant Zhang harmlessly, then his life would be saved under the large-scale encirclement and suppression of Heishuimen this time.

The black figure flashed, and a tall and rough body appeared in front of Wang Heng. Looking at the long brown hair and tall figure, yes, it was the high-level martial artist in the area of the Black Water Gate--- the tyrant Zhang was harmless.

No matter what kind of considerations and what kind of heart the tyrant has, he can go up the mountain alone to fight with him, Wang Heng admires it very much in his heart.

Nowadays, it has become a practice to only seek results and end the process, not to mention the traditional spirit of martial arts.

Generally, once a war starts, the emphasis is on rushing up and knocking down the other party. Just like before, Heishuimen chased from the official road all the way here, and it was all rushing up, basically not talking about the morality of the rivers and lakes.

Seeing the tyrant, Wang Heng stood steadily on the peak, his hands arched slightly, which meant that it was reasonable.

Seeing that the opponent gave up, Zhang Wuwu also returned the salute, ho, it is really a bit of an ancient chivalrous warrior.

"Tyrant, according to the seniority of the rivers and lakes, I, Wang Heng, should call you a senior, but you and I are life and death enemies, you can't tolerate me, and I'm not afraid of you. Why? Berserk, today we are fighting to the death."

"That's right, Wang Heng, you're a backward in the rivers and lakes quite well, with a Xuanduan perfect cultivation, you actually killed several of my Heishuimen lot masters in a row. Judging from the cultivation potential, you definitely have the possibility of becoming a peerless master. But just because you have the possibility of becoming a peerless master, I can't let you grow up even more in Heishuimen. No one wants their enemies to grow into a peerless master who endangers the foundation of their sect, sorry, but that can only kill you in the cradle. ”

"It's weird, you're a member of Tianlong Hall, if it's a disciple of our Black Water Gate. I think that the sect will definitely put a lot of effort into protecting and cultivating. But look at your Tianlong Hall, you don't even have a lot of guards for you, complain, you blame your Tianlong Hall for not paying attention to you. ”

The tyrant Zhang Wuwu is definitely worthy of being an old Jianghu, even if he has an absolute advantage, he still uses words to provoke the relationship between Wang Heng and Tianlongtang.

In the face of the provocation of the tyrant, Wang Yonghuan's face was like frost, and he smiled coldly: "Tyrant, don't talk about those useless ones. Although you are a high-level cultivator in the area, I, Wang Heng, am not afraid of you, you say, do you want to fight alone with me now? Or wait for the many helpers in your sect to come up and fight together?"

Haha smiled, the beard under his mouth trembled, and said domineeringly: "Wang Heng, good boy, you don't have to provoke me, I won't let my disciples come up together, I am enough." If you defeat me today, I will order my disciples to get out of the way, you can leave freely, and my Black Water Gate will never hunt you down. How's that going?

As soon as he heard the words of the tyrant, Wang Heng secretly thought in his heart, if I believe your nonsense, then I, Wang Heng, will really become a mallet. There is only one result of defeating you, and that is to rush up and beat up in groups.

Raising his head suddenly, Wang Heng's face was fierce and his voice was cold: "Tyrant, don't say so much, let's see the real chapter under your hands." As he spoke, he swung his right hand to slash the evil blade, and the nine small holes on the knife "woo" loudly and terrifyingly.

"Okay, Wang Heng, then we'll see the real chapter in our palms, and I'll let you taste my tyrant's black wind palm today. ”

The rhyme of the word "palm" was still floating in the air, and Wang Heng had already stepped forward like an angry arrow, and the evil blade in his hand was shining, and a dazzling sword light flashed in front of the tyrant. Seven on the left and nine on the right, the sixteen-bladed fan spreads out, the strong wind rustling between the knife edge and the knife edge, the gap between the blade and the blade is swirling, as soon as it is started, Wang Yonghuan's evil blade will use the second type of the heavenly sword thirteen slashes to sweep the sky.