Huang Peng's tongue exploded with thunder, and he swung his half-broken sword towards Zhou Jianlai.
He didn't argue too much with Zhou Jianlai because he felt that Zhou Jianlai's vision was too low and he couldn't understand what he said.
Zhou Jianlai shakes his sword like a cold star falling to the ground, so fast that people can't see his sword clearly, and can only see a cold light flowing as his wrist shakes.
Huang Peng half-cut the sword and swallowed it, carrying the powerful ancient law, and wanted to suppress Zhou Jianlai with absolute power.
Ding——dang——
The swords collided with each other, and the chaotic sword energy generated tore the space of the small world into pieces.
However, the shattered space will be restored to its original state in the next moment.
Shit!
Shit!
Zhou Jianlai's sword broke through Huang Peng's sword moves and struck Huang Peng again and again, but only left a string of sparks, unable to break through his law of power.
On the other hand, looking at Huang Peng's sword, the strong wind of sword energy alone caused Zhou Jianlai's law of power to twist and shake.
In the ring, Huang Peng was clearly being beaten, but the audience held their breath and sweated for Zhou Jianlai, because they felt that Zhou Jianlai could not break Huang Peng's defense even if he stabbed Huang Peng with a hundred swords and a thousand swords.
It only takes one strike from Zhou Jianlai to break Zhou Jianlai's defense and seriously injure him.
So in their opinion, the only thing that determines when the battle will end is when Huang Peng can strike with Zhou's sword.
when!
Zhou Jianlai slashed with his sword and distanced himself from Huang Peng.
This time, the audience felt that Zhou Jianlai had lost.
But a smile appeared on Zhou Jianlai's face, and his eyes were bright and full of excitement.
"Are you ready? I'm going to do it!"
Zhou Jianlai stepped forward with his left foot, leaned his upper body forward, pointed the tip of his sword diagonally at the ground, and made a charging gesture toward Huang Peng.
He exuded a strong fighting spirit, and the sword trembled in his hand.
Huang Peng stretched out his left hand, imitating Zhou Jianlai's previous provocative move, and hooked his index finger towards Zhou Jianlai.
boom!
Zhou Jianlai's body rushed out suddenly, and a big hole was made in the ground with the soles of his feet.
He slung the sword across his body on the right side of his waist, held the sword with the five fingers of his right hand, held the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and thrust forward with his elbow, making a gesture of drawing the sword.
"Fourth Brother, let me lend you your sword to chop!"
Zhou Jianlai shouted in his heart, suddenly pulled out the sword with his left hand, and slashed towards Huang Peng.
The sword was so bright and dazzling that the spectators in the stands could not see anything clearly.
Suddenly the world suddenly became filled with daylight, and darkness seemed to be permanently deprived of it at this moment.
However, Huang Peng's eyes suddenly fell into darkness, and then a wisp of cold stars burst into his dark field of vision.
It was the cold light flashing from the sharp sword blade.
He wanted to wave his sword to resist, but found that the sword in his hand seemed to be stuck in the mire and could not swing.
This is Zhou Jianlai's sword move - chasing a shooting star with one sword, bringing forth youth in an instant.
But at this moment, he borrowed Yuan Taiping's sword-drawing and slashing move and turned it into a sword-drawing and chasing shooting star.
laugh!
Zhou Jian rushed over from Huang Peng's side, and the sword blade slashed across Huang Peng's chest.
laugh--
Blood spurted out from Huang Peng's chest.
This sword broke Huang Peng's ancient power law.
The whole place was silent.
Huang Peng turned around with difficulty and looked at the sword in Zhou Jianlai's hand in disbelief, with a large mouthful of blood pouring out of his mouth.
"Damn it!"
In Xiangyang Peak, inside the cave, Saint Ancestor Xiangyang cursed angrily, and the white feather coat on his chest suddenly glowed with blood.
Stab!
He tore his clothes to pieces and exposed his chest. There was a deep wound across his chest, and blood was gurgling out.
This wound was exactly the same as the sword wound Huang Peng suffered in the martial arts arena.
Saint Ancestor Xiangyang placed two fingers on his right hand and slowly stroked the wound. The power of the holy breath nourished the wound, causing it to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
On the martial arts training ground, Huang Peng also tore off his upper body clothes, exposing his chest, and slowly caressed the wound with two fingers of his right hand. The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The audience in the stands were stunned.
They couldn't imagine that Huang Peng still had the strength to fight again.
"You are very good, you can withstand beatings very well!" Zhou Jianlai did not take the opportunity to attack, but watched Huang Peng heal his wounds with great interest, and did not forget to praise him.
However, to Huang Peng's ears, his compliments sounded like naked mockery.
boom!
The moment the wounds were all healed, a yellow-orange aura suddenly rose from Huang Peng's body.
when!
The next moment, he suddenly arrived in front of Zhou Jianlai and swung his broken sword to send Zhou Jianlai flying away.
Although Zhou Jianlai blocked Huang Peng's sword with his horizontal sword at the last moment, Huang Peng's violent sword energy directly tore apart his defense and cut wounds on his body.
Zhou Jianlai put his sword on the ground to stop his body from flying upside down.
His chest, arms, thighs, and the entire front of his body were crisscrossed with wounds, dripping with blood, as if someone had struck him dozens of times with a sword.
The blood instantly stained his body red.
"How do you feel?" Huang Peng did not take advantage of the situation to pursue him, but stared at Zhou Jianlai and asked with a smile.
"Cough——" As soon as Zhou Jianglai opened his mouth, he coughed out a large mouthful of blood.
"Do you want to strike again?"
Huang Peng raised his hand and cut off the sword, his eyes were sinister and murderous.
"Stop! That's it, the game has been decided!" Liu Feihua stood up in the stands and shouted urgently.
"Sister..."
Du Keyi grabbed Tan Xizhi's hand nervously, feeling panicked.
Tan Xizhi sighed, shook his head and said: "Zhou - Yelukuan is no match for Huang Peng! The power of this man... is too terrifying!"
"Wait a minute!" Huang Peng turned to look at Liu Feihua and said, "Sir, Sect Leader, Yelu Kuan is still capable of fighting, how can you admit defeat on his behalf?"
Liu Feihua's face darkened when she heard this, and she said in an unhappy tone: "His fighting power is not as good as yours, and there is no point in continuing to fight, so I declare -"
"Wait!"
A voice interrupted Liu Feihua's words, this time it came from Zhou Jianlai's mouth.
"I can still fight!"
Zhou Jian looked at Liu Feihua, then found Du Keyi in the stands, grinned, and gave Du Keyi a reassuring look.
"This guy..." Du Keyi's heart trembled, touched and moved by Zhou Jianlai's smile.
"Don't let him fight again. He is no match for Huang Peng, and Huang Peng has already killed him. If he continues to fight, he may die in the ring. Let him admit defeat, and we will think of other ways." Tan Xizhi lowered his voice.
Said to Du Keyi.
"good!"
Hearing Tan Xizhi say that Huang Peng had murderous intentions towards Zhou Jianlai, Keyi didn't dare to hesitate. He immediately stood up and opened his mouth to call Zhou Jianlai to let him get off the ring.
But Zhou Jianlai's sudden movement made her stunned for a moment. Zhou Jianlai suddenly handed the sword to his right hand.
boom!
The moment Zhou Jianlai clenched the hilt of the sword with the five fingers of his right hand, a surge of sword intent suddenly arose from his body.
The sword intent tore apart the small world and shot straight into the sky.
"Oh my God, he's not left-handed!"
"What kind of terrifying sword intent is this? Does it communicate with the way of heaven?"
"Damn it, where did these two monsters pop up?"
The small world was torn apart, and the audience in the stands felt Zhou Jianlai's powerful sword intent, and were shocked with goosebumps.
Zhou Jianlai's eyes fell on Du Keyi's face and asked: "Do you believe I can kill him with this sword?"
Du Keyi was worried about Zhou Jianlai's safety. She opened her mouth half-open, wanting to ask him to get off the ring. But at this moment, facing Zhou Jianlai's questioning eyes, she swallowed back the words she had spoken and nodded vigorously at Zhou Jianlai:
