Peng Hanqing swung the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, and struck Zhao Fan with the momentum like a savage beast pressing down on the enemy, but he did not notice the fleeting black line.

What is unexpected is that Zhao Fan stood there and did not move at all. His lowered hands were holding the double-edged dragon horns, as if he was frightened. Some people who didn't know thought he was frightened!

"Look at Peng Wuzun's sword, it's going to hit!"

"It's so wonderful. I can witness a battle between martial arts masters in my lifetime. Even if I die now, I will have no regrets."

The faces of the children of the Ji family turned red with excitement.

"Jiangzhou Wuzun has lost his power. I'm afraid I can't dodge this sword attack." Ji Wufeng's heart finally dropped from his throat. He said with a smile: "After today, Peng Wuzun's long-dormant reputation will be defeated by killing Jiangzhou Wuzun."

Such glorious achievements will be famous in the Chinese martial arts world! And the location, in our Ji Mansion, will be recorded in the annals of history."

"What's going on? Peng Wuzun's offensive suddenly stopped when he was very close to Zhao Wuzun's neck?" The elder was stunned.

The Supreme Elder's pupils trembled, and he lost his voice and said: "Peng Wuzun, we are defeated. If Zhao Wuzun hadn't shown mercy, I'm afraid he would have lost his head."

"What?"

After hearing this, everyone in the Ji family looked at the martial arts arena in shock, and instantly turned to stone because... a black sword appeared at Peng Wuzun's back.

That sword was only as long as an arm, but the tip of the sword pierced Peng Hanqing's back, piercing in!

Even though they were separated by such a long distance, they all felt heart palpitations!

"Who can explain where the black sword came from?" Ji Wufeng collapsed. He couldn't accept the fact that Peng Wuzun was defeated. Firstly, the Ji family's treasury would still be looted. Secondly, he was the patron saint of the Demon City.

The faith of all warriors in this land!

…

On the battlefield.

Zhao Fan ignored the purple-black blade that was only three centimeters away from his neck. There was no trace of pride in his eyes that he had won the peak of martial arts. Instead, he looked at the Patron Saint of Demon City calmly: "Senior, I accept."

Peng Hanqing's expression was extremely complicated. A few seconds ago, he once thought that Jiangzhou Wu Zun was too weak to fight back and that this knife could seal the victory. At the same time, because of admiration, he originally wanted to hit him when the blade touched his skin.

…

Unexpectedly, just when there were three minutes left to draw a happy ending to this life, a sword struck through the air from the center of my heart behind me. The tip of the sword pierced my clothes, penetrated my skin, and then stopped at the edge of my heart.

Suddenly stopped!

The smell of the sword made Peng Hanqing's soles feel cold!

If he scores one more point, his heart will be destroyed!

What kind of precise control is this?

Peng Hanqing asked himself that he couldn't do it!

He knew that he had lost, and the three centimeters between the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and Jiangzhou Wu Zun had become an insurmountable chasm!

After a while.

The purple-black sword in Peng Hanqing's hand turned into nothing. He looked at the young man in front of him with a smile, "In the flying sword technique, Zhao Xiaoyou is actually a member of the lineage of sword immortals. He really hides it. At such a young age, he is better than me. In the Chinese martial arts world

...A new chapter will begin with my fall!"

The lineage of Sword Immortals who have mastered sword control to the extreme are extremely rare in the martial arts world. However, throughout history, every Sword Immortal is famous in all directions.

In his mind, this battle is the change between the old warrior and the new warrior, and it has nothing to do with life or death!

Zhao Fan took back the flying sword, turned it into a black line and returned to his dantian. He nodded slightly and did not explain that the other party had misunderstood him as a sword immortal among warriors.

Not only that, neither of them thought about killing each other after winning. One was out of admiration and the other was out of admiration.

There was a shocking blood hole left on Peng Hanqing's back, and blood was flowing down. However, he did not mobilize his inner strength to repair the wound. He was convinced in defeat. There was no shame in it, so why cover it up!

He is willing to use this to lay the foundation and witness the rise of a new star!

At this time, Zhao Fan vaguely sensed that Peng Hanqing's vitality was constantly passing away, but said nothing. Even though the other party's life span had reached the bottom, he fought heartily for so long, which showed that he was ready to face death.

"I have so much fun, so what if there is no hope for the Holy Realm? I, Peng... I will have no regrets in this life!" Peng Hanqing suddenly opened his voice, and his voice spread throughout the Ji Family Mansion: "Bring me some wine!"

"Bring me the wine!"

"Bring me the wine!"

In the distance, Ji Wufeng and the two great master elders looked at each other. Then, in a flash, the Supreme Elder went to the wine cellar, fetched a large jar of the best old wine, sent it to the fighting arena, and then returned.

The Ji family camp in the distance.

Peng Hanqing dropped his palm, clicked on the lid, and shook it open.

The mellow fragrance spreads.

"I am the elder, drink first!" Peng Hanqing grabbed the big wine jar with one hand, raised it above his head, raised his neck and drank nine big gulps, then flicked his wrist, "Zhao Xiaoyou, you won't dislike me.

Is this old guy dying?"

The big wine jar fell in the air towards Zhao Fan.

He caught the big wine jar and drank without hesitation.

"Hahaha...!" Peng Hanqing looked up to the sky and laughed.

The laughter without any trace of impurity echoed in the hearts of Zhao Fan and the children of the Ji family, and even spread outside the mansion, causing pedestrians and vehicles on the road to stop.

Gradually, the laughter became smaller and smaller, and finally fell silent.

Peng Hanqing, on the other hand, stood motionless in the martial arts arena, looking at the sky, and the smile on his face was frozen!

The patron saint of the magic city has fallen!

Until then, Zhao Fan came down with a big wine jar in his hand. He sighed, walked around Peng Hanqing's body, poured a circle of wine and said, "Let's go."

…

The Ji family turned into a mess.

First, Jiangzhou Wuzun came to visit and wanted to take a look at the treasure house, and then Peng Wuzun showed up. After the battle, the Demon City no longer has a guardian angel!

Moreover, the place of death is in the Ji family.

The incident started because of the Ji family. From now on, the martial arts community in the Demon City will probably hate them to the core!

Ji Wufeng looked at the body of his second son Ji Xingchen, and his resentment was actually mixed with envy. It would be easy to put the cause of Peng Hanqing's death behind him, but it would implicate the entire Ji family to take the blame!

At this time, a voice swept over the martial arts arena: "Go and inform the descendants of Senior Peng to take him to his grave."

Everyone in the Ji family looked at that young figure with numb scalps. How powerful was Jiangzhou Wu Zun? Even the patron saint of the Demon City fell in his hands!

They didn't know that it was not the sword that caused Peng Hanqing's death, but the years!

Among the many descendants of Peng Hanqing, none have reached the realm of transformation. Only one of his grandsons has even entered the realm of Grandmaster, and is considered one of the big names in the martial arts world of the Demon City.

"Forget it, I'll go to Peng Wuzun's grandson's house in person." The Supreme Elder turned his back depressedly and disappeared outside the door of the house.

Zhao Fan came to the other side of the martial arts arena. After signaling to Baby Dragon not to cause trouble, he sat down on the spot and digested his thoughts on this battle and his feelings infected by Peng Hanqing's fearless death.

Everyone in the Ji family knelt blankly in the distance, and most of them cried. Some were frightened, and some cried because of the death of the patron saint.

a long time.

The Supreme Elder and an old man walked into the Ji family's house. If you look carefully, the appearance of the old man walking with him is somewhat similar to Peng Hanqing. Although they look similar in age on the surface, they are not brothers, but his grandson.

Peng Zhukou is now sixty-five years old!

"grandfather!"

When Peng Zhukou first heard the news of his grandfather's death, he couldn't believe it or accept it. But now, when he saw the old figure standing still in the fighting field, he suddenly felt that the sky was about to fall.

He ran up quickly and was startled when he saw his grandfather's remains.

What exactly has a person experienced before he dies with a smile?

Peng Zhukou had never seen his grandfather smile like this since he was born. He turned his head and glanced at the young man sitting cross-legged on the ground over there, and then he felt relieved. He knew that his grandfather's death was coming, and at the same time he had one regret.

, that is, reaching the peak of transformation, but being depressed because you have never met an opponent...

"Grandpa finally met an opponent worthy of his all-out efforts before he passed away." Peng Zhukou secretly thought in his heart. At the same time, he turned around to face Jiangzhou Wu Zun who was sitting quietly with his eyes closed, bowed deeply, and said

Didn't come forward to disturb.

Zhao Fan sensed it, but due to the critical moment of understanding, he did not open his eyes or respond, only nodded.
Chapter completed!