After a while, just when everyone thought Rong Que could not get up, Rong Que's body suddenly moved. He slowly supported his right hand, slowly stood up in everyone's surprised eyes, and turned to face Zhao Peng.
At this moment, everyone was shocked, because the clothes there had been torn open on Rong Que's chest, and the skin had been torn apart, blood kept gushing out, and there were red lights on the edge of the crack, as if repairing the wound.
That was Rong Que's blood and energy power. Just now, Rong Que was indeed unconscious, but the pain in his chest stimulated his soul, and he woke up instantly.
With his right hand crossed the wound on his chest, Rong Que's face was a little pale. He looked at Zhao Peng without smiling anymore, but instead looked gloomy. The gaze seemed to be looking at a dead person without any emotion. He spoke, "I'm angry, you don't need to live." This was the first time Rong Que had suffered such a severe injury, and his anger occupied his mind for a moment.
"You are finally angry. Yes, if you make progress, you will also feel pain? When I learned about my father's death, it hurts a hundred times more than you are now. I swear that I will razor your Yan family to the ground, and start with you Rongque." Zhao Peng became more and more excited, with bloodshot eyes covered with blood, and he pointed at Rongque as if he was crazy.
Ignoring Zhao Peng's roar, Rong Que held the fruit knife and rushed towards Zhao Peng with an amazing speed. Just when he was a few steps away from the other party, Zhao Peng suddenly took out a green bead from the storage ring, and with force on his palm, he instantly crushed the bead.
As the green beads broke, large patches of green gas floated out of it for a moment, spreading towards Rongque, instantly submerging him.
This green bead was the poisonous gas that Zhao Peng asked someone to find. That day, it was agreed at the foot of Tiansha Peak that as long as the poisonous bead was broken, Rongque's life would be taken. Zhao Peng had already taken the detoxification pill. This poisonous bead was not a murderer, but a quick anesthetic drug. In the blink of an eye, it could empty all kinds of power in the human body. He wanted to kill the person who killed his father himself. The effect of this medicine was as long as three days, but Zhao Peng did not need three days, it only took three breaths.
"Hahahaha! Rongque, Rongque, you asked for your own fault, take your life!" With a crazy smile, Zhao Peng waved the long sword in his hand frantically and slashed at Rongque's figure that faintly flashed in the poisonous gas.
"when!"
A knife was slashed out, but it was not the feeling of a blade entering the flesh, but it was more like slashing on another sword. Zhao Peng was shocked and immediately retreated, but it was too late. While Zhao Peng retreated, a fruit knife suddenly poked out from the poisonous fog and swung it out. Zhao Peng had only time to avoid the fatal part, and slashed his right arm with one knife. For a moment, blood was overflowing and dyed the ring red.
Zhao Peng ignored his injured right hand and his body retreated repeatedly. He looked at Rong Que, who was slowly walking out of the poisonous fog in shock, and shouted in disbelief: "How is it possible? Why? I have tried this poisonous fog, and there is absolutely no problem, why? Why hasn't it worked for you!"
"Do you know a snake? It is called the Ice Ring Snake, which is highly venomous, but its snake gall is a toxic substance. After taking it, unless it is a deadly poison, ordinary drugs can be ignored." Rong Que's face was gloomy. He could have used such vicious means. If he hadn't eaten the Ice Ring Snake Gallbladder, he might have really died this time.
After hearing Rong Que’s words, Zhao Peng clenched his teeth and immediately regretted why he didn’t use the poison to poison Rong Que directly. However, after a moment, he felt relieved and said, “Since God wants me to kill you fairly, I won’t shirk.”
After saying a word, Zhao Peng crossed his sword, muttering something, staring at Rong Que with his eyes tightly. After a moment, he roared and said, "The Sword Technique of the Breaking Heaven, the Breaking Heaven Style!"
With a long sword, most of the spiritual energy around it began to surge towards the long sword, fostering an unprecedented move.
When he saw Zhao Peng's posture of this move, his aura was like a rainbow. Rong Que frowned for a moment, and the blood and energy power in his body began to compress a large amount. This time the amount of compression was ten times that of the last time, and it was more pure.
It was time to say that the time of compression was almost the same as when Zhao Peng absorbed spiritual energy. After a while, Zhao Peng's long sword seemed to have reached saturation, flashing with a blue light. Looking at Rong Que, blood flashed across his eyes, and a roar was roaring, and a sword was swung out fiercely. Suddenly, a huge demon wolf phantom rushed out of the long sword, flashing with scarlet eyes, roared, and biting towards Rong Que.
"Crash!"
The two words of indifference were spit out, and the small fruit knife in Rong Que's hand gently waved it, without intentionally being artificial, it was very natural, as if he had drawn a stroke on his white finger.
This sword has fully possessed the power that Rong Que used when he first used the collapse of the mountain and the power to cut the mountain.
The figure of the demon wolf was getting closer and closer, but at this moment, Zhao Peng was suddenly shocked and had no time to perform Qigong. He immediately stepped on his sword to defend, as if a person was slashing at him now, making everyone in the audience confused.
"Ao!"
Just when everyone was confused, the phantom of the demon wolf rushing towards Rong Que suddenly let out a wail when he was a few steps away from him. The body rushing forward turned into light and dissipated in the air, as if invisible rules had destroyed him.
This scene made everyone think of something, and they turned their eyes to Zhao Peng, who was defending desperately. Just as everyone swept their eyes over, Zhao Peng sprayed out a mouthful of blood mist without any signs. With a long sword, he touched the air ahead, forming a considerable wave of air.
"Little bastard, your move is really good, but you can only get here, die." After barely blocking Rong Que's collapse, Zhao Peng forced himself to suppress the pain of his chest that he kept spurting out, and immediately turned his body, and the long knife in his hand suddenly waved like the wind.
Rong Que frowned. Could it be that Zhao Peng has any ultimate moves that have not been used at this point?
As if he was confirming Rong Que's thoughts, Zhao Peng waved his long sword, and the few spiritual power left in his body suddenly boiled. He forced the spiritual power contained in his flesh and bone marrow to perform Qigong at the cost of breaking his heart. After a while, he suddenly looked up and roared to the sky, saying, "The Breaking Heaven Sword Technique, the Burial Heaven Style!"
"What a strong pressure. This move is definitely Zhao Peng's biggest trump card. I didn't expect that he had such a powerful qigong." Rong Que frowned deeply. The power of this move was definitely more than the sum of the previous two moves, and it was definitely not that easy to block it.
At this moment, Rong Que suddenly took off his heavy ring and smashed it out at Zhao Peng. Then he threw out the heavy necklace, bracelet, etc. A set of jewelry was smashed out. Unfortunately, Zhao Peng just waved the long sword in his hand and bounced off the jewelry easily. For this peak spiritualist powerhouse, the weight of hundreds of pounds was a bit ordinary.
"You can use any other means. No one can save you today. Death under my knife is your only ending." A few slashes split Rong Que's jewelry, and the spiritual power in his body was still constantly squeezing. Zhao Peng felt that he was getting stronger and stronger. This feeling was very comfortable, and he was almost moaning.
Looking at Zhao Peng who was damaging his heart, Rong Que showed a gloomy smile on his face, and his body rushed forward, and his speed was much faster. With a swing of his right hand, he threw the small fruit knife out and shot towards Zhao Peng's face.
"when!"
He bounced off the small fruit knife with one knife, just when Zhao Peng wanted to make a few sarcastic words.
"flaw!"
These two words suddenly appeared in Rong Que's mind. The moment Zhao Peng raised his hand and raised his knife, his waist was truly exposed. He raised his left hand, and his right hand was injured, and his speed was greatly reduced and he had no time to support him.
In this situation of deciding one's life and death, Rong Que had no extra time to think about it. He took out the long sword he borrowed from Ximen Xue during his practice and shouted softly: "Hurry!"
A sword was stabbed out, and blood was everywhere. Just as Zhao Peng was awakened from the comfort of pain, Rong Que pulled away, and shouted again behind Zhao Peng: "Ruch!"
A sword was slashed out, and the tip of the sword struck Zhao Peng's back, and a huge wound suddenly appeared. This was also considered as Rong Que's sword in his chest that he returned to him.
"Little bastard, I want to tear you apart!" The severe pain made Zhao Peng's mind occupied by anger. Regardless of his cracked heart veins, he used his luck, and put his long sword across his chest, roared, and said, "Zang Tian!"
Just as Zhao Peng roared, Rong Que had already appeared on his left side, roared angrily, and said, "Accurate!"
"when!"
This time, the long sword that Rong Que swung did not take away the blood, and was blocked by Zhao Peng's long sword. Looking at Rong Que with a gloomy face, Zhao Peng grinned and said, "Little bastard, you have no way out, go with me!"
"No, Zhao Peng is going to die with me." Rong Que was shocked and looked at Zhao Peng's hideous face.
When he smiled, Rong Que suddenly smiled. The moment when Zhao Peng saw this smile, he suddenly felt cold behind him, but regardless of the faint feeling, he was about to swing it out with a knife.
"Soul Power!"
The moment Zhao Peng was about to swing a sword, a soul power suddenly appeared in Rong Que's mind, attacking Zhao Peng, and a shock in his mind.
"Buzz!"
After Rong Que's soul power fluctuated, Zhao Peng's mind suddenly became blank and there was no thought. However, this was only temporary, and at most three breaths were maintained. However, three breaths were already enough for Rong Que to come.
"It's now, the last sword! Death!" Looking at Zhao Peng with his expression and dementia, Rong Que grinned and swung the sword in his hand at a strange amplitude. If the wooden man was again, he would definitely be able to compare it. This sword was exactly a black silk thread on the wooden man's body.
"puff!"
The sword body was filled with flesh, and blood was pouring down like a pouring rain. After one sword, Rong Que stood in his sword. Seeing Zhao Peng, who had recovered his mind and knelt in front of him, there was no trace of pity in his eyes.
In his own words, I am not a bad person, but this does not mean that I will be a good person. There are no weak people worthy of sympathy, but only strong people worthy of mercy.