After ending the battle with Zhuang Guoping, Fei Peng did not step out of the ring, but sent an invitation to Zhou Mengdie for a decisive battle.

There are brothers in this life, and there are brothers in the next life. Between Feipeng and Zhou Mengdie, one is grateful for the decadent hero in the past life and helps in many ways in this life, and the other is grateful for Zhou Mengdie's selfless gift, and regards him as a brother.

They haven't crossed paths for too long in this life, but they trust each other like brothers who have been friends for years.

On the road of martial arts, Zhou Mengdie walked a supreme sword path that was invincible, while Fei Peng was a bloody martial arts path that was unrelenting.

The swordsmanship of these two people carries their will, although Zhou Mengdie's strength is still much higher than that of Feipenglai, although for Feipeng, this is a duel that he knows will lose.

However, he still extended a challenging hand to Zhou Mengdie without hesitation.

In this battle, it is not about life and death, nor about high or low, let alone winning or losing, but only about who is the best in the world.

A trace of confusion appeared in Zhou Mengdie's eyes, but the moment he stepped into the ring, the moment he met Feipeng's firm eyes, his whole person became solemn.

His hand gently grasped the hilt of the evil sword to ward off evil spirits, and after staring at each other, he asked Fei Peng, "One move, or swordsmanship." ”

A trace of solemnity appeared on Feipeng's face, and after glancing at Zhou Mengdie, he said: "Swordsmanship, you are injured, if you test swordsmanship, the gap can be smaller." ”

Zhou Mengdie looked down at her injured right shoulder and said, "Okay, then let's try the swordsmanship." ”

As soon as the words fell, the soft sword in his hand was unsheathed, and his body turned into a streamer and flashed towards Feipeng, and the sword in his hand waved. One by one, the plum blossoms revealed thin buds, and he whispered in his mouth: "Plum blossom swordsmanship, the first buds of the plum blossom." ”

A smile appeared on the face of the flying peng, and he pulled out the giant sword from behind his back, and said: "Zhentian Sword Technique, Zhentian Sword Gang." ”

As soon as the words fell. The sword in his hand instantly swung a sword shield in front of him, firmly blocking every plum of Zhou Mengdie.

Zhou Mengdie's face remained unchanged, and after the sword momentum turned, he used another sword technique, and said in his mouth: "Hundred flowers sword technique, a peach blossom." ”

This is a high-level swordsmanship, but it contains a dense tenderness, just like a bright woman wearing a pale red long dress. Holding a cut of peach blossoms in his hand, he presented a gift to his beloved general. No matter how heroic the general is, he can't stop the spring eyes of this tender woman.

Feipeng was slightly stunned, and shouted violently: "The group of evil is easy." At the same time, the sword style turned and gave up the defense and took the initiative to attack.

He is a god general who guards the Heavenly Palace, whether it is a demon fairy fox or a heavenly fairy saint, he must not disturb his mind. All the women who tried to get close to him were like demons and evil spirits, and he had to swing his sword and kill them.

This sword. Like the gods of the Heavenly Palace, he carries the supreme power of the precepts of the Heavenly Rules. Ruthlessly, he slashed towards the water-like woman.

Zhou Mengdie was not the slightest surprised, and after withdrawing back, he glanced at Fei Peng with some playfulness, and said: "You said, this Zhentian Sword Technique cannot be a sword technique used by a real Heavenly God, just like the 'Zhentian God General Feipeng' in the Legend of Sword and Fairy." ”

A smile appeared on Flying's face. said: "Haha, then I'm also decent, I'm afraid you're the demon respecting the building!"

Halfway through the fight, the two stopped and chatted with each other as if they were friends.

"I'm not a demon. I'm a swordsman, brother, I have an unperfected swordsmanship, and I ask the god to evaluate it. A faint smile appeared on Zhou Mengdie's face, and the sword in his hand pointed directly at Feipeng, his body turned into a streamer, and he stabbed the sword in his hand towards General Feipeng. said in his mouth: "Kang Long has regrets." ”

Na Feipeng immediately laughed, watching the sword in Zhou Mengdie's hand transform into a purple dragon attacking him, and said, "Is this a martial art adapted from the eighteen palms of the dragon descending? Haha, the god will open the mountain." ”

The sword in his hand mercilessly slashed towards Zhou Mengdie's very simple oblique style. The avenue is simple, this sword looks like a basic swordsmanship, just a very ordinary slash, but it contains supreme divine might, as if a god will split a sword to block the mountain above his way to subdue demons and subdue demons.

A sneer appeared on Zhou Mengdie's face, when the two swords intersected, the sword in his hand seemed to be powerless, but the real dragon transformed by the long sword was twisted, as if a soaring dragon collided with the divine sword of the divine general with its invincible dragon horns.

The soft sword in Fei Peng's hand became straight and hard after being infused with true qi, and the two swords collided. Fei Peng and Zhou Mengdie took a step back in unison.

Fei Peng finally took advantage of the giant sword, but after a hard encounter, he was the first to react.

The sword in his hand swept towards Zhou Mengdie, but he said, "Smooth the world." After saying that, after Zhou Mengdie retreated and dodged his sword, his body spun at high speed, turning into a black whirlwind and rolling towards Zhou Mengdie.

Zhou Mengdie's face changed, and after taking a step back, he waved the sword in his hand in front of him quickly, and a dragon phantom with true qi and sword intent condensed appeared, and the dragon coiled his body, firmly protecting Zhou Mengdie with his indestructible body. Zhou Mengdie's mouth spit out four words lightly: "See the dragon in the field." ”

The whirlwind that the flying puff turned into was a long time to help the purple dragon. A trace of bitterness appeared on his face, and he said: "There are no demons in the world." ”

After the rotation was completed, his figure jumped slightly, condensed the strength of his whole body, and turned into an extremely powerful blow towards Zhou Mengdie's shoulder.

He didn't leave his sword behind, but he was secretly praying in his heart: "Brother, you must dodge." ”

As the most powerful move in the Zhentian Sword Technique, this slash has passed through a special practice route, and Fei Peng has condensed most of the true qi around his body on this sword.

Zhou Mengdie's face suddenly smiled, and said, "Don't use the hidden dragon." Originally, it was still shining with purple light, and the mighty dragon disappeared in an instant, like a dragon, but Zhou Mengdie's body suddenly disappeared in place.

Fei Peng's sword missed, but it caused great damage in the ring.

Fei Peng was not discouraged at all, as if he had already expected Zhou Mengdie's whereabouts, he raised his hands above his head, and used the 'power of Zhentian' that he had defeated countless times towards Zhou Mengdie, who was flying in mid-air.

Looking at the sword technique output by Fei Peng, a trace of solemnity appeared on the faces of both the sword extraordinary and the emperor's senselessness, and it seemed that he thought of some unhappy past in his mind, and the whole person became bad.

"Above the heavenly dome, I am the overlord. A hint of victory appeared on Feipeng's face, Zhou Mengdie's strength was unfathomable, although he had made it impossible to defeat Zhou Mengdie, there was still no 100% guarantee that he could defeat Zhou Mengdie, after all, that shocking sword, even if he had seen it several times, he always didn't know how to face it.

Zhou Mengdie flew in mid-air, a glimmer of brilliance appeared in her eyes, and the sword in her hand bloomed with dazzling purple-gold brilliance.

The sword in his hand turned into a true dragon that flew straight for nine days, and it was unstoppable in the world.

The god of the Heavenly Storm collided with the True Dragon of the Nine Heavens, and the dragon's horns and blades rubbed against each other into fiery sparks that bloomed in the air like fireworks.

The royal ladies on the high platform showed a look of confusion in their eyes, and even the third princess with some male demeanor had a rare daughter's shyness on their faces.

A little girl of seven or eight years old looked at the sparks like fireworks and praised them from the bottom of her heart: "It's so beautiful." ”

Emperor Song's expression was a little complicated, he glanced at Zhou Mengdie, who had been flying for nine days, and asked Zhao Xuanwei, the fifth princess on the side, "Wu'er, who do you think can win?"

The fifth princess was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and said, "Heaven can let that person owe him so much, and naturally it will give him more." As long as he is repaying the cause and effect of this piece of heaven and earth, then he is like a son of heaven and earth, and no one can defeat him. ”

As soon as the words fell, the dragon above the heavenly dome suddenly let out a high-pitched dragon groan, and the originally illusory dragon shadow became real, and the dragon claws, dragon scales, and dragon horns all emitted a dazzling brilliance.

The sword in Feipeng's hand suddenly shattered, turning into pieces of fragments and scattering in all directions.

The two who were fighting in the sky were stunned almost at the same time, and then when they all collected it, Zhou Mengdie still couldn't catch the sword and hit Fei Peng's shoulder, and the fragments of the giant sword in Fei Peng's hand were also thrown into the chest of Zhou Mengdie, who was unable to recruit by the huge force generated by the collision of the two swords.

And after the person slapped him very tacitly, Feipeng's figure quickly fell towards the ground. Zhou Mengdie stabilized her body after raising a point to the sky, and the dots under her feet were like walking in the air.

After falling lightly on the ground, Zhou Mengdie reached out and plunged her two legs into the ring, and at the same time, some detachment was pulled out.

After the two glanced at each other, they let out a hearty shout almost at the same time: "Happy, happy, really happy." ”

They didn't care about the blood gushing out of their bodies, and let them mingle. It's like the same bloodline, blended together.

"Happy, if there is alcohol at this time, then it is enjoyable, hahaha. Fei Peng on the ring shouted very heroically, and then laughed and said to Zhou Mengdie on the side.

A smile also appeared on the face of Emperor Song on the high platform, and Xiong Wen on the side commanded: "Give the imperial wine." (To be continued.) )