Qiu Peng used all his strength to run forward quickly, and when he looked back, Feng Shihan had been pulled away by him for more than 20 zhang, and he was overjoyed, seeing that the courtyard wall of Lifeng Mansion was not far away, he jumped and flew up to a wall. Suddenly, I heard a shout: "Go down!"

A sword aura burst through the air. Qiu Peng raised his sword to block, and a strong surge came, and he was unsteady on his feet and fell down the wall.

Qiu Peng flicked his legs and jumped up from the ground, and at this time, the man in gray was already standing in front of him, sneering on his face.

Qiu Peng took a deep breath, the qi and blood between his chest and abdomen rushed wildly, and Qiu Peng's teeth were bitten bloodied. After the two energetic attacks of Feng Shihan and the gray-clothed man, these surging internal qi could not be suppressed no matter what, Qiu Peng couldn't recognize it and coughed twice, and spit out two mouthfuls of blood on the masked hood, which made him feel a little more comfortable.

At this time, Feng Shihan and the four leaders of the Shang clan all chased after him and surrounded him. The man in gray beckoned to Qiu Peng and said, "Come, see what you are capable of." ”

Qiu Peng took a deep breath, knowing that tonight was really a test between life and death. With the skills of the four leaders of the Shang clan, how can he stop himself for a moment, and this gray-clothed man is much taller than himself, counting the sealing of the cold, if you want to escape, you really need a miracle.

At this point, Qiu Peng put down a qiē, thought out the secret of his heart, removed distracting thoughts, and said in his heart: "If you want to know my ability, just try it." ”

The gray-clothed man snorted coldly, and suddenly pulled out a long knife from his waist, the knife was like lightning out of the sheath, and an arc of light slashed towards Qiu Peng, and the sharp speed made the blade seem to become a phantom. Qiu Peng had never seen such a swift knife technique. It was as if the knife was not pulled out by the man in gray with his hand and then slashed down at the top of his head, but more like the knife itself was spiritual, jumping out of the scabbard and heading straight for the top of his head.

Qiu Peng plucked up his courage, held the sword in both hands, and blocked with all his strength, with a bang, he flew backwards two feet, fell to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood, the meridians of his whole body were painful and cracked, Qiu Peng barely stood up, took a few deep breaths, and reluctantly made a posture of preparing for defense, in fact, he had no strength at all at this moment. Only an empty shelf remains. The gray-clothed man sneered, slowly stepped forward and said, "Are you running out of donkey skills?"

Qiu Peng took a deep breath, after several times of dramatic battles, although the time of each battle was only a few breaths, but every move and style was exhausted, and the internal qi was consumed greatly, Qiu Peng was not only seriously injured at the moment, but also consumed seventy-seven eighty-eight internal qi.

Qiu Peng took a few sharp breaths, and the pain began to come from his numb arms, and he didn't dare to hesitate, the long sword swung forward, slowly drawing a circle in the air, followed by the second and third, and the speed of the tip of the sword accelerated every time Qiu Peng drew a circle. Immediately, a tornado air flow revolved sharply around Qiu Peng. And as the tip of Qiu Peng's sword accelerated, it became more and more violent. He covered the man in gray in it, and his clothes cracked. The biggest ingenuity of this swordsmanship lies in the control of the wind attribute. Its main power is not its own internal qi, but the use of the tornado's own power to produce attacks that far exceed its own strength.

Qiu Peng swirled along the air current, and with all his strength, he slashed at the gray-clothed man with a sword. At this time, the air flow was so fierce that Qiu Peng only needed to put the long sword into the air flow, and the air flow would automatically push the long sword to rotate rapidly with the wind. What's more, Qiu Peng added all his strength, so the speed and strength of this sword far exceeded Qiu Peng's normal level.

In the howling wind, the sword merged with the wind, silently, and slashed towards the gray-clothed man. The man in gray closed his eyes, sighed, and said, "Two more." The long knife in his hand was like a wall, lying in the wind, and the tornado subsided immediately, and the gray-clothed man turned over his hand and knocked lightly with the back of the knife, and bounced Qiu Peng's long sword away.

Qiu Peng was dumbfounded, he didn't expect this sword to be broken by him so easily. In fact, this sword, Qiu Peng was transformed from the "Autumn Wind Sweeping Leaves Sword" created during the four-school league. At this moment, Qiu Peng used it, and he couldn't see the traces of the original trick at all, and in terms of the use of wind attributes alone, I am afraid that it is not much higher than at the beginning.

Qiu Peng himself didn't expect that he could use such a sword. It can be said that this sword was completely forced out of a series of dramatic battles, life and death. represents Qiu Peng's highest level, and was easily cracked by the man in gray?

The man in gray smiled and said, "It's kind of interesting." ”

Qiu Peng didn't answer, his expression was solemn, the tip of the sword drew a circle in front of him, but this circle was drawn very slowly, after the circle was drawn, a light blue water-like ripple suddenly appeared in front of Qiu Peng, spreading out to the surroundings. It is "fairy water rippling." "Because of the hatred of Wu Xianshui, I haven't used it for a long time. At the moment, I can't take care of it.

Like the water of the angry tide of Qiantang gushing out in front of the tip of his sword, it was not real water, but the spirit of water conjured by sword qi. But the people standing in front of him all felt as if there was a substantial choppy tide rushing in front of him. Although this sword was originally from the rippling fairy water, Qiu Peng's sword intent changed completely, without the calm and chic artistic conception of the rippling fairy water, it was completely angry and surging. Naturally, Qiu Peng's personality is too different from Wu Xianshui's, and this sword has also evolved like this.

Even if the gray-clothed man's combat skills have reached the innate realm, shaking the past and the present, Cheng Dù, who is rare in the world, couldn't help but push half a step in front of the surging momentum of this tide, he raised the long knife in his hand, and slashed three times at the torrent that hit him, and slashed three times at the up, down, left and right in an instant, and finally split a gap in the tide-like energy, and then slashed towards Qiu Peng with all his strength, and slashed the tip of Qiu Peng's sword with a whin.

With this sword, the strength of his sword condensed but did not disperse, and all the strength hit the tip of the knife, and the moment the tips of the blades intersected, it knocked down Qiu Peng's sword tip. Qiu Peng felt a fierce force like a heavy hammer on the sword, his whole body was shocked, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, the sword could not be used, and the tide disappeared suddenly. Qiu Peng took three steps back, shook the jade pendant, and felt that the strength of this knife was within reach, and his whole body was completely numb and unconscious. Qiu Peng looked at the hand that he didn't feel, lest the long sword had fallen to the ground.

The gray-clothed man said with a little surprise, "This sword is still in shape." It's a pity that it's not orthodox martial arts after all. ”

Qiu Peng took a deep breath, these two swords were far beyond his normal level. In particular, the rippling fairy water has been completely unrecognizable. It can be said that the sword made by Wu Xianshui back then is as good as it gets. It was still easily cracked by the man in gray.

No matter how determined Qiu Peng was, he couldn't help but feel depressed. Qiu Peng has never felt this way since he was born, and the other party obviously let himself play to the fullest, so that he can solve the number of origins, and he can't shake the other party at all. Qiu Peng felt a sense of this person's invincibility rising in his heart, as if he couldn't defeat the other party no matter what. I know that this feeling will have a detrimental effect on my psyche, but I still can't help but think about it.

The man in gray smiled and said, "It turns out that the skill is stopped, then I will give you a ride." "The long knife in the hand, the stool is bad, the stool is sly, the stool is stricken, the stool is stricken, the stool is bad, the sword is bad

Qiu Peng secretly screamed that it was not good, took a deep breath, raised the long sword, and a strange brilliance suddenly flashed on the sword. Qiu Peng put his heart sideways, and he didn't dare to use a trick at this time.

Earlier, when Qiu Peng met the cardinal, he was bound by the maggot of the curse that the cardinal had used before his death. In the moment of life and death, Qiu Peng exerted his potential, penetrated the memory of another spirit body in his body, and obtained some fragments of memory.

From this, Qiu Peng learned some tricks about controlling the light attributes in his body. Break the cursed maggots in one fell swoop.