Yes, at that moment, in the eyes of the onlookers, there was an illusion that it was not two people who suddenly rose into the sky, but a sword, an indestructible and sharp sword.

The dotted dark weapons were sprinkled like raindrops, but most of them were attracted by the sharp swirling wind, deflected, and flew out from the sideways, clanging endlessly, scattering all over the ground.

Rao is like this, when Qiu Peng fell to the ground, his back was still full of shiny iǎ-type hidden weapons of different shapes, and there were dozens of them.

Blood poured out from dozens of wounds at the same time, quickly staining his clothes red, and Qiu Peng's eyes were full of misery and rage, as if the beast was attacking and roaring before death.

For the first time in a long time, it was the first time that I felt so close to death, and that kind of extreme stabbing of life and death seemed to awaken something that had been sleeping for a long time in Qiu Peng's heart again.

It's been a long time since I've experienced this feeling, fresh, strange, and full of strange tastes.

If in the past, when Qiu Peng's inner jīng divine power awakened, his weak jīng divine energy could only be swallowed up in an instant, and he completely lost the ability to dominate, then, when Qiu Peng's jīng divine power finally made great progress, Qiu Peng began to feel that this was the first time, when his consciousness was completely awake, Qiu Peng sensed the existence of that mysterious jīng divine energy body, and began to be able to resist the strong impact brought by this strange and huge energy body in his body.

Yes, if before this, Qiu Peng was just a slave of this energy body, then now, for the first time, Qiu Peng began to feel that there was an equal possibility of jiā flow between the two jīng god bodies.

At least, this time, when the other one in his body awakens, he will still be able to control his body and soul.

In just a blink of an eye, Qiu Peng seemed to feel something from this surging stream of energy because of awakening, and what he had learned, a feeling that could not be described in words, beyond the experience of sound, picture, taste, smell, and even beyond the scope of thought, and made a jiā flow at a deeper, more subconscious level of the two jīng gods.

It's hard to say what Qiu Peng perceived, but the huge impact of memory and consciousness made Qiu Peng's whole body tremble, and a strange and almost weird expression appeared on his face.

In Qiu Peng's jīng god world, it seems that this time the jiā stream has lasted for thousands of years, but in fact, it is only a blink of an eye.

This information obtained by the Jiā stream on the most primordial level of the jīng god is stored directly in the deepest part of the sea of consciousness of Qiu Peng, without even going through the level of consciousness that Qiu Peng can perceive.

Qiu Peng only vaguely felt that he seemed to see, hear, know, and feel some faint shadows.

However, there was no room for thought, and both souls were in the same instinctive rage and jī movement after hovering between life and death, perhaps this jī movement was slightly more jī than Qiu Peng's usual ìng feelings, which was undoubtedly influenced by that strange jīng divine body.

A burst of shouts woke Qiu Peng up,-- in fact, it was just a blink of an eye, Qiu Peng couldn't even feel the time interval - more than a dozen méng-faced black-clothed people who sneaked up almost simultaneously rushed out of the hiding place and rushed towards Qiu Peng to give Qiu Peng the final fatal blow.

At this time, Qiu Peng was still empty-handed and scarred, but there were more wounds on his body and more coldness in his eyes.

And at this time, Cang Lng Xiao was still more than ten zhang away, Lin Xue, Song Qi They were farther away, in the other direction, a few people were also rapidly approaching, and it only took a few breaths to arrive, but all the people clearly knew that just a few breaths away, Qiu Peng's fate had already been decided.

No one will be able to help him!

Sometimes, the success or failure of life and death is so strange that it is only determined by a few breaths.

At this moment, Qiu Peng still has to face the challenge of death alone.

Qiu Peng didn't know why he was able to escape from the hidden weapon just now.

He only knew that the moment the secret weapon arrived, a vague thought flashed in his heart, although I don't have a sword in my hand, but I have a sword in my heart. If I can turn myself into a sword, as sharp and as hard as a sword, why care about this hidden weapon in the sky?

This is just a vague intuition, as for why he can be like this, whether he can be like this, and how he can become like this, that is not at all what Qiu Peng can have time to think about.

Qiu Peng just instinctively followed this vague intuition, turned his whole person into a long sword, and rushed out of the net of hidden weapons.

But it seems that the good fortune has ended there. More than a dozen men in black who were agile and leaping like flying were approaching them, each holding a scimitar in their hands, and the cruel and vicious smell that flashed in their eyes was enough to riot their determination to kill Qiu Peng.

When they approached Qiu Peng, they all jumped up and slashed at each other. These black-clothed men are obviously well-trained, although they attack at the same time, but each of them attacks in a different position, forming a net of attack, surrounding Qiu Peng and Diemei in it, not only each person's strength is at least second-rate, but also the cooperation is extremely tacit.

The sound of the long knife breaking through the air was sharp, and the collision of the sword qi formed a strange vibration in the air. At this time, every vital point in Qiu Peng's whole body was shrouded in the attack range of the enemy's long knife.

In particular, half of these black-clothed people attacked not Qiu Peng, but Diemei.

Qiu Peng's left shoulder was traumatized by Yan zhòng, and he lost his ability to fight, and at this moment his right hand was holding Diemei's slender waist, but Qiu Peng's face was not afraid at all, on the contrary, his cold gaze only became cold as ice and snow, and then, Qiu Peng turned sideways slightly, letting Diemei's stiff body lean in front of his iōng, freeing up the only right hand that could still fight.

Then, Qiu Peng punched!

The clenched fist punched out, and that punch seemed to be a neighing horse, and the anger of Qiantang was surging and unstoppable.

Was that really a punch? It was as if it were not a fist, but a sword. This punch has the thickness and solidity of a fist, but it has the sharp edge of a sword. It wasn't fist style, it was sword qi.

There seemed to be a strange cracking sound flashing in the air, as if the space was suddenly cut and split, and the sharp and violent sword qi tore through the space, and the surrounding air suddenly seemed to be frozen, as solid as dirt and as turbulent as a rapids.

The black-clothed men who rushed to Qiu Peng suddenly seemed to be kites with broken strings, and as if they had hit an invisible wall, they all shook their bodies, and then they fell, fell to the ground, withered and fell like the leaves of that autumn.

The clanging sound of a long knife falling from their hands hitting the ground. There were no obvious wounds on their bodies, but when they fell to the ground, they twitched twice, and soon stopped moving, and the blood spurting from their mouths drenched the black scarf on their faces.

It turned out to be killed by an invisible sword qi.

There were only three black-clothed people, who were slightly behind in the attack, and they were not attacked head-on by Qiu Peng's sword qi, but they were only slightly attacked, and when they saw the appearance of their companions at this moment, their eyes were full of surprise and fear, and they took a few steps back, and turned around and ran away like a ghost.

At this time, the rescuers arrived in time.

Cang ran to Qiu Peng with a smile and panting, looked at Qiu Peng's bloody appearance and said, "Are you - are you okay?"

The five people of the puff pastry also ran over, and they held Qiu Peng's hand with their hearts: "Boss Li, how are you?"

Then there were more than a dozen young people led by Lin Xue.

Qiu Peng tried to squeeze a smile out of his face, but the pain all over his body made his muscles unresponsive, making his smile strange and stiff.

Qiu Peng stretched out a right hand that was still able to move, and pushed the butterfly in his arms to Canglng and smiled, "Let me come." Song Qi stepped forward and took over Diemei's stiff body, and Qiu Peng seemed to be completely prostrated and fell to the ground more godless than the leaves in the air.

(To be continued, please visit wèn for the latest chapter.)