Wang Peng watched his men being put to the ground one by one in a desperate situation, as long as they fell, none of them could stand up again, this is not a competition in the ring, it is a real desperate, at this time he suddenly regretted setting up those magic circles, shielding the energy of heaven and earth, unable to activate the spell, and more importantly, with the other two subordinates only left a signal to close the circle, but did not leave a secret signal to withdraw the magic circle.

If there is a little way, Wang Peng doesn't want to go into battle in person, but at this time he must take on everything, because there is another rule in the ancestral training, that is, at the critical moment, the children of the family must play a core role, otherwise it will be difficult to mobilize people's hearts.

It was only at this time that Wang Peng understood that the so-called core role was not as simple as commanding and commanding.

The guards found out about Wang Peng's move, and they were even more desperate, anyway, they were dead left and right, and some even lost their weapons and pounced on them directly, wanting to catch Duan Qing or Lao Ma's weapons, and create an opportunity for the young master to kill with one blow...

"That guy is looking for an opportunity! Jindan period Yae blows hard, what should I do?" Lao Ma swung away the stabbing long sword, slashed his chest with his backhand, kicked it away, and whispered while raising the knife to seal another long knife.

Duan Qing's wrist flipped flexibly, twisted away a person's long sword, and then the long knife slashed at the opponent's shoulder blade, and the arm was forceful, pressing it to the ground, blocking the attack of the other two, "Wait a minute, you don't have to face it head-on, his target will not be you, and he can't stop it, if the momentum is not right, you just have to run away by yourself." Before the words fell, the long knife swept, and the man's throat suddenly spewed out a cloud of blood mist, and he fell to the ground one by one.

Although Duan Qing's words bluntly pointed out the fact that his ability was insufficient, Lao Ma's heart was still warm, not to mention that he was only stabbed three times at this time, even if he was stabbed eight times, even if he died in battle, it would not be in vain.

Finally, when the three guards found that the moves they were about to fight could not deal with Duan Qing in front of them at all, they abandoned their swords, gave up any moves, wrapped their hands around the iron ropes they usually used to catch people, and shouted and pounced on them.

"Poof!"

A knife cut open his throat, blood splattered, and the man subconsciously covered his throat, but when his hand moved halfway, his hands stretched out again, and with all his strength, he slammed into Duan Qing.

"Huh!" A knife cut off the arm of another person, stabbed into the lower abdomen, this person opened his gurgling mouth, roared wildly, and grabbed Duan Qing's long knife at once, the blade that had already broken a little instantly cut his palm, but he didn't feel it at all, and his body hit the blade hard, only hoping that the knife would be stabbed deeper, bringing some delay to Duan Qing's time to draw the knife.

The last person, who successfully bullied forward, hugged Duan Qing's waist with a fierce bear, he only felt that this thin guy, but his waist was as hard as an iron bucket, even if he could grasp the fingers of the wooden table, he couldn't even grasp his flesh and skin, and he couldn't even pinch it, to what extent did this guy's body be tempered? He finally regretted giving up the weapon, even if he had half a dagger!

"Ha ——!" The guard roared and exerted his strength, hugging Duan Qing's whole person, even if the old horse stabbed him in the back of the heart, he could see that the blood was flowing from the mouth of the bone, and the strength of his body seemed to pour with the flow of blood.

However, his expectations were disappointed, Wang Peng never looked at him from beginning to end, when he couldn't hold the bear anymore and fell, his eyes were dark, but he saw the beloved woman, the more and more slim daughter, the life of the previous loose cultivation was very hard, now he can let them eat meat every week, and will also pull a few feet of flower cloth to make a beautiful little flower jacket... These are all given by the Wang family. He has no regrets about allowing his family to live the life they are living now...

This, in fact, is a kind of loyalty.

However, Wang Peng may not be able to see it, and he may not care if he sees it.

At this moment, what wilderness and mountains and forests in Wang Peng's eyes, what bloody corpses, what charging and shouting, nothing, his vision has shrunk to a considerable extent, only Duan Qing. That guy who is thin and has no expression on his face, today, even if he dies, he must be killed first, otherwise how can he return to the family with face?

He ran the family secret exercises, mobilized the eightfold true qi of the Jindan period, and circulated rapidly, a layer of pale red halo suddenly appeared on the surface of his body, and when he took a step, the ground under his feet suddenly became a depression, and then he stepped over, the dirt flew behind him, and the sword in both hands dragged upside down on his side, and the homeopathic sword blade pulled out a palm-wide ravine on the ground, but it was the true qi on the sword blade that was released, and the soil was pushed and splashed out.

Three steps!

Wang Peng had already crossed five zhang away, and the momentum of the whole person had also climbed to the peak, a sword was raised, and between a few flips of the flexible wrist, he suddenly stabbed forward, and a loud shout came out of his mouth: "Storm Sword Eighth Style, Storm and Waves!"

"Buzz!"

There was a violent buzz in the air, and all the branches and leaves around his body were blown around, and the blade of the sword exuded a brilliant red, and the whole person seemed to be sliding on the ice, and rushed straight towards Duan Qing.

"Beware!" Lao Ma's eyes changed suddenly, he really didn't expect Wang Peng's attack to be so powerful, and the speed was beyond imagination, at the same time, he held the steel knife above his head with both hands, and the whole person also flew towards the sword edge, but it was three feet away from the sword edge, and he was hit by the power contained in the sword and flew out. In the upside-down flight, the whole person's clothes were torn apart by the momentum, and he joined one of the scattered leaves. When the old horse landed, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face was as pale as paper, but he couldn't stop the first half of the point.

Wang Peng's body was still surrounded by red energy, he didn't seem to feel the old horse's actions at all, and continued to gallop, at this time, even if Duan Qing had broken free from the entanglement of the guards, but the sword in his hand had locked his qi rigidly, he couldn't dodge, he couldn't escape, he would definitely eat this sword!

Duan Qing didn't move, but there were dozens of plans in his mind, but in the end, they were all denied by himself, in the face of this absolute strength, any skill seemed so pale, insignificant, and powerless.

Moreover, there seemed to be a pinprick feeling in his divine consciousness, even on the skin, Duan Qing understood that this was completely locked by the other party, and he had to deal with it head-on, leaving his back to the enemy's fate, and from the experience of turning his back to the beast, he could understand that there was absolutely no way to live.

Duan Qing also urged the heart method, running the true qi, and a layer of pale white light on the surface of the body was leaking out, this is a phenomenon that will be caused by all causes, and the old horse's heart immediately sank, using this kind of big road exercises to fight against the family's secret exercises, and there were as many as seven small levels of cultivation between them, which was simply...

"When!" When the blade was about to collide with the blade, there was a sound of metal clashing, and the old horse couldn't bear to close his eyes.

What he didn't see was that Duan Qing's figure was retreating sharply, the clothes on his body were shattered and scattered by the incoming energy, and there were also scars on his skin as if he had been scratched by a very thin blade, and blood lines spurted out, but he didn't seem to feel it at all, but the knife in his hand turned into a phantom, and only the remnant of the Dao Dao could prove the true existence of the knife.

"Whew!"

Duan Qing retreated, but it was already ten zhang away, Wang Peng was still pushing straight like a crack, during which all the trees and boulders were twisted into pieces, at this time he was like the ancient legendary sword god, a sword sacrifice, invincible, unstoppable!

Wang Peng always had an idea in his heart at this time, and he kept rehearsing it in his mind, that is, a sword passed through Duan Qing's body, skewering him like food on a meat skewer, and then nailed it into a big tree, turning it into his combat exploits.

However, until ten zhang away, there were almost only a few strips of cloth left on Duan Qing's body, the blood lines on the exposed skin were flying, and the corners of his mouth were also bloody, embarrassed like a stray dog, but he was still holding on, his sword still failed to pierce his body, he still had that expression, faint, and he couldn't kick his face...

The sword is old.

No matter how powerful the move is, there will be an end moment, not to mention Wang Peng's Jindan period eightfold?

As soon as the sword momentum was broken, Wang Peng secretly felt unhappy in his heart, but he didn't even think about it, he didn't even pay attention to the need to run the true qi for two weeks, and directly urged the true qi again, and the result of forcibly operating the true qi against the number of exercises was that his face turned white, and then suddenly exuded a sickly flush, and blood flowed from his nostrils, he didn't pay attention to it at all, and he didn't look at it, because he expected that only such a sword would be needed again, and Duan Qing would definitely die!

"Die!" Wang Peng roared.

The sudden roar, as well as the sound of the sword breaking through the air, woke up the old horse, at this time he finally realized that he did not hear the sound of the blade penetrating the body, opened his eyes to look for Duan Qing, more than a dozen zhang away, Duan Qing was covered with scars all over his body, as if covered with countless babies' small mouths, but he was still standing, the blade was full of collapses, but he still held the steel knife tightly, when Wang Peng raised the sword to attack, his body suddenly moved, flashing left and right, he couldn't see himself at all, only the remnants of the Dao, oh my God, how fast this must be？

Immediately, Duan Qing's figure appeared in front of Wang Peng, slashing straight with a knife, a very simple move, no, this can't be called a move at all, this is just an attack that can be compared with a small stick, because every move and style, there will be a routine, in the seemingly left and right random swings, it will eventually be brought into the routine, so that there will be an irresistible fatal move.

Including the storm sword technique used by Wang Peng, even if the previous seven styles were abandoned, there were still a few swings when the eighth move was made, which was a process that could not be ignored for the accumulation of sword momentum.

Duan Qing didn't, he didn't have a routine at all, where did he get the moves?

But his speed was faster, unbelievably fast, especially Wang Peng, the moment before his sword momentum had just accumulated, Duan Qing's sword had already arrived.

It's right in front of you!