As soon as he took over the high-imitation autumn water sword, Zhou Mengdie's eyes became focused.

He didn't plan to strike first, because there was one person who needed a good fight more than him to vent his anger.

Fei Peng's eyes became cold, and the gentle aura on his body disappeared without a trace in an instant.

A domineering force permeated from his body, slowly raised the big sword in his hand, and said with his eyes on the sword: "Feipeng does things all by heart." What does the morality of the rivers and lakes have to do with me?"

As if a gust of wind was blowing, his clothes were lightly lifted, his hair was flying, and he dragged his sword to step forward, and swung out a fierce sword from the right side.

Different from the sword just now, the sword momentum of this sword became a little more domineering, and a pale golden sword qi visible to the naked eye swung out from the blade, like a crescent moon attacking towards the sword.

A trace of solemnity appeared in Jian's extraordinary eyes, and he said in his mouth: "Senior sister, step back." Then the short sword in his hand was unsheathed and waved in front of him, and three milky white sword qi greeted the golden sword qi.

If there were three waves of air bursting out, a faint haze inexplicably arose on the field. The extraordinary shape of the sword swooped towards the flying canopy like the wind.

After the two of them fought back and forth for more than ten rounds, Fei Peng suddenly let out a loud shout: "Flatten the world"

His body spun rapidly, and the sword in his hand turned into a sword wheel, which struck at the sword in all directions.

The sword's extraordinary brows furrowed, but it was a little tip to the ground, and his body instantly rose high and flew into the air, turning a somersault from the air, turning his head down, and the sword in his hand waved again and again, and one after another sword qi swayed out. It's really a "sword aura" in the famous sword duel.

But he didn't want that Feipeng to step violently on the spot without dodging, raising the giant sword in his hand from the top of his head, his body kept a high-speed rotation and flew into the sky, stabbing at the slowly falling sword.

The sword qi cut through his clothes, arms, arms, and cheeks, but he still did not hesitate in the slightest, this sword was called 'Zhentian Might'.

Above the dome, no one can stop it.

There was a hint of horror in the sword's extraordinary eyes, and he gritted his teeth violently, but he moved all his internal force on the sword, and a sword was pointed on the tip of the big sword.

His sword qi flowed through the big sword to Fei Peng's body without hindrance, and a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes, could it be that this sword was just a virtual appearance?

But he didn't want to at this moment, after all the sword qi he had condensed on the sword disappeared, an invincible domineering sword qi burst out from the big sword between the lightning and flint, and instantly rushed into his body through the short sword.

The extraordinary body of the sword was overturned in the air uncontrollably, and he turned over and fell into the ring with the internal force of the riot in his body, and a mouthful of blood spat out from his mouth.

The little junior sister hurriedly stepped forward to help him, but he pushed him away, bent her knees slightly, and stared at Fei Peng, who also turned over and fell on the ring, covered in blood, and said, "This one, I won." ”

In his opinion, although he was unprepared for Feipeng's domineering sword qi for a while, his sword qi also rushed into Feipeng's body, and his sword qi should really be scurrying in Feipeng's body at this time.

You must know that the sword qi he cultivated in the self-famous sword duel is the quality of the first prize of the peerless learning, which can be described as extremely sharp and thick, although the sword qi of the flying peng is domineering, it is only from the transformation of the Zhentian sword technique into a high-level internal force, and he is confident that if he gives him an hour, he can all be discharged from the body.

And what about Fei Peng, if no one helped him, I am afraid it would take ten days to be able to remove all the sword qi in his body, and Fei Peng was already seriously injured at this time.

He felt that he had won, even though the internal force in his body would run around with a single movement now, making him miserable.

At this moment, Feipeng's figure suddenly moved.

He took a determined step forward, and with this step, a stream of blood erupted from his shoulder, and after this step, he took another step, and then let out a muffled snort, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The blood in his body couldn't stop flowing out, but he didn't stop dragging the big sword and walked towards the sword.

His face was cold, but there was a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.

Your swordsmanship is better than mine, your sword qi is sharper than mine, and your internal strength is stronger and higher than mine.

But so what? After my sword qi enters your body, you can't move. And your sword aura made me covered in blood, but I was still able to walk in front of you.

Fei Peng's slow sword hand was on the sword extraordinary's shoulder, at this time he was already covered in blood, his whole body was red, and there was a bright red blood path behind him, like a demon coming out of hell, putting his sword proudly on the unbeatable sword's extraordinary shoulder.

When he opened his mouth, he slowly spit out three words: "Who won?"

A trace of daring horror appeared in the sword's extraordinary eyes, and the people around him had already forgotten their movements.

A trace of scorching brilliance appeared in Fei Peng's eyes, and seeing Jian Fei slowly lower his arrogant head, he raised his head to the sky and shouted: "I, I won, hahahahaha"

He was laughing, the blood in his body was surging out wildly, but he was still laughing, so arrogant that after the blood boiled, it became cold again.

Wu Qingyi, who was three steps away from him, took a step back imperceptibly, but he didn't dare to make the slightest superfluous movement.

Jian Feifei could no longer maintain his standing body, and slowly fell to the ground, muttering in disbelief: "I lost, I actually lost?

His body could not move, and Feipeng's tenacious will and never-say-die spirit gave him a fatal blow. Even at the last moment, he still couldn't move, and Fei Peng, who was more seriously injured than him, came on a bloody road at this time, trampling on all his pride and dignity with his sword.

There was also a trace of horror in Zhou Mengdie's eyes, it turned out that he had been so passionate and arrogant.

After a long time, Fei Peng finally stopped smiling, he put the sword on the ground, a trace of domineering appeared in his eyes, and looked at Wu Qingyi on the side and said, "Who else came to teach?"

Scarred, not less arrogant.

Covered in blood, I will not be mad.

Wu Qingyi's silver teeth were clenched, and he flew forward and hugged the sword on the ground, and then returned to the group of people in the Famous Sword Villa, and said to Xie Junfeng, who had dropped the barbecue meat in his hand on the ground at some point: "Hey, you can't do it yet? Do you still want me to personally duel with their group of big men and save my reputation of the Famous Sword Villa?"

Xie Junfeng's eyes revealed a trace of inexplicable brilliance, glanced at the flying peng on the stage, and said: "I am not his opponent, although his skills are not as good as mine now, but, one day, we will not be his opponents." ”

"In the future, let's talk about it later, now you give it to me, defeat him, defeat everyone in Nantianmen, and first save the reputation of my Famous Sword Villa. There was a hint of inexplicable brilliance in the eyes of the dancing green clothes, and the eyes that looked at the flying puff became unusual.

Xie Junfeng shook his head helplessly, and then flew into the ring, but he did not challenge the flying peng standing in place, but said to Zhou Mengdie on the side: "Your Excellency, can you give me some advice?"

Zhou Mengdie's eyes burned with a trace of fire inexplicably, but he never glanced at Xie Junfeng, and his eyes were always firmly locked on Feipeng's body.

Such a man is a model for my generation.

Then he came back to his senses and saw Xie Junfeng standing not far in front of him, his expression became a little cold, and a trace of fanaticism appeared in his eyes.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he was infected by Feipeng, and in an instant, he burst out of his cultivation in the late stage of Shaoxia, and at the same time, he also fully released the power of the great master of the sword.

This was the first time he showed his strength unabashedly, and a terrifying pressure permeated Xie Junfeng's body, a drop of cold sweat slowly broke out on his forehead, and he stared at Zhou Mengdie with some horror.

"One move, if you can take one move from me, you will win. ”

Zhou Mengdie's voice was majestic and cold, as if the high-ranking kendo king was looking down at his courtiers, as if to say: "Come on, come and pick me up, and you can get my long, my approval." ”

Xie Junfeng's sweat rolled out, but he didn't answer Zhou Mengdie's words, took out the wine gourd from his waist, and drank all the wine full of gourd into his stomach.

The man in front of him gave him a powerful feeling that was different from Fei Peng.

Fei Peng's strength lies in his unyielding and never-give-up spirit. And Zhou Mengdie is like the sword god in the clouds, the king of ten thousand swords, it is a kind of crushing on the momentum.

In front of Zhou Mengdie, he was like a five or six-year-old child facing an adult man of twenty-seven or eight, full of frustration, as if he had no resistance.

After drinking the gourd-filled wine, his eyes became hollow, and the sword in his hand staggered out of its sheath, and then it seemed that he could not hold it, and the scabbard fell to the ground.

He stood there crookedly, as if his whole body was full of flaws. He seemed to have forgotten everything around him, his eyes were empty, as if everything in heaven and earth no longer existed, standing there alone, quietly waiting for Zhou Mengdie's sword.

A trace of solemnity appeared in Zhou Mengdie's expression, and he really deserved to be the future hero, this Xie Junfeng had already comprehended the emptiness of 'no self' and 'no one' when he first learned 'drunken romance'