Ranran smiled and said: "You must have something to do when you come, sit down and talk."
"good!"
Ding Peng sat down, nodded slightly to Qingqing, then turned around and said, "I already know who your lord is."
Randomly said: "He told you?"
Ding Peng nodded and said, "The teacher told me. I also asked the teacher many things about you?"
"oh?"
Ding Peng stared at him and asked curiously: "Did Yan Shisan win or lose in the battle at Maple Grove?"
Randomly said: "Yan Shisan won, and Xie Xiaofeng lost."
Ding Peng frowned and said, "But Yan Shisan is dead, but Xie Xiaofeng is still alive?"
Randomly said: "Xie Xiaofeng was already dead, but I agreed to a woman's request, so I saved him."
Ding Peng suddenly said: "I see, then Yan Shisan died in your hands?"
Randomly smiled and said: "It's not difficult to guess."
Ding Peng also smiled and said: "Because you are the Lord of Heaven. The teacher once said that there seems to be nothing in the world that the Lord of Heaven cannot do. He also reminded me not to offend you."
Ranran said with a smile: "It seems that he values you very much, so he reminded you not to provoke me. As an elder, he did the right thing... Unfortunately, you are not a child anymore. I can see that you want to challenge I."
Ding Peng was surprised and said: "Do you think I want to challenge you?"
Randomly said: "Because of your confidence, even when facing me, you show it without restraint."
He neither admitted nor denied it. He believed that the teacher had noticed this ambition, otherwise he would not have told him to "never provoke Tianjun".
Ding Peng asked: "But I know that even if I learn such sword skills, it is not enough."
After hearing what Ding Peng said, Qingqing seemed a little surprised; that kind of sword technique... of course she guessed what kind of sword technique it was. She had practiced that kind of sword technique for eight years, and Ding Peng had mastered it in three years?
Ranyi smiled and said: "You must have thought about it for yourself, you will go to Xie Xiaofeng."
Ding Peng said solemnly: "Yan Shisan, the deadly swordsman of the past, could defeat the Third Young Master of Excalibur, so can I!"
He nodded casually and said, "It's amazing to be ambitious."
Ding Peng smiled and said: "I, Ding Peng, am very happy to be praised by Tianjun. At least I am no longer the kid who made you laugh three years ago."
Ranyi also smiled and said: "When you cut off Xie Xiaofeng's sword, I am willing to give you a chance."
Ding Peng nodded solemnly, then took out a post from his arms and handed it over: "On December 15th, I will hold a banquet at Yuanyue Villa. If your Majesty is free and hopes to have a great time, Ding Peng will certainly sweep it off." Welcoming each other on the couch."
He accepted the invitation arbitrarily, nodded and said, "I will go."
Ding Peng smiled, stood up and said, "Then I won't disturb you."
With the sound of "rustling" footsteps, a person walked up the ancient road. He was wearing fresh clothes, a stern face, a sword in his hand, and a pair of eyes staring coldly into the wind and rain pavilion.
He was staring at Ding Peng, who had just stood up.
Ding Peng looked at him curiously and suddenly asked: "Are you looking for me?"
Song Zhong said coldly: "Are you Ding Peng?"
Ding Peng nodded and said: "I am."
Song Zhong said: "My name is Song Zhong, and I will end with one sword!"
Ding Peng smiled and said: "I have heard your name."
Song Zhongdao: "Very good, I'm here to kill you."
Ding Peng asked curiously: "Are you here to kill me?"
Song Zhong sighed and suddenly said: "I promised someone, and she wants your life."
Ding Peng asked again: "A woman?"
Song Zhong's eyes suddenly became cold again, and he looked at the knife on his waist with cold eyes, and said: "That has nothing to do with you. We have no hatred or grudges, but you must die, but I can let you go first. knife."
Ding Peng laughed again. This time he did not speak anymore, but pulled out his scimitar...
Song Zhong was willing to let Ding Peng draw the sword first, but he didn't let him use the sword, so when he saw the scimitar, he also drew his sword. Then he watched Ding Peng walking towards him.
It seemed to be just an ordinary knife. The only special thing was that the blade of the knife was very curved, like a sickle, more like a crescent moon.
Song Zhong kept staring at the scimitar, waiting for the moment the scimitar was swung, he would pierce Ding Peng's chest with his sword.
The sword flashed!
But when he saw the light of the sword, Song Zhong had already moved, but as soon as he moved, the light of the sword was gone.
The sword returned to its sheath. He clearly saw the sword, but he did not see how the sword was released. Ding Peng seemed to just walk towards his sword.
Song Zhong still stood motionless, holding an invisible knife. He already knew that he could not defeat him no matter what, but he didn't know what was going on.
Suddenly, something amazing happened.
The sword did not fall, but the sword body changed. The hand was still holding the hilt, but the sword body actually turned into two halves. It was cut into two halves.
Although the hilt of the sword was not cut open, Song Zhong could no longer hold the sword in his hand.
The sword fell to the ground. Ding Peng stood beside him and said only one sentence: "Don't ask me to draw the sword first in the future. You are alive because you were called by that woman; because of her, you were completely defeated." , and because of her, you can survive."
As the words fell, the two passed by each other.
The person had gone far away, but Song Zhong still stood there motionless...
Qingqing said in disbelief: "He really succeeded."
Ranyi said: "Yes, he has already mastered the magic sword."
Qingqing stared at him and said, "Are you not worried at all?"
Ranran asked: "Are you worried that he will kill me?"
Qingqing nodded.
Ranyi smiled and said: "I am a damned person, but it's a pity that God can't take me back. I should live well and live more freely than anyone else."
"really not……"
Qingqingdai frowned slightly and stopped talking because she heard footsteps again, and this time many people came.
"Are you looking for Ding Peng?"
"It's for me."
"Looking for you?"
She didn't understand, who would come to him, or who would dare to come to him? Could it be someone from Youran Villa?
There was no need for Qingqing to continue guessing, because she had already seen the person coming. They were women, all women, including nuns, all wearing white linen mourning clothes...
Qingqing sighed: "Are they disciples of the Emei Sect?"
He nodded casually and said, "Yes, he is a disciple of the Emei Sect."
Qingqing asked: "Do you know they will come to you?"
Randomly said: "It's not that I know or not, but that I don't care."
She had nothing to say, but the others had plenty to say.
The leader is a beauty. Although she is also wearing white linen, you can still see her slender waist, straight legs, and her refined appearance.
"Evil thief, today I, Emei, will definitely avenge the leader and all the teachers."
"Sister, what you said is wrong, we can't spare him! Kill him!"
"Kill him, kill him!"
The shouts suddenly became loud, and Song Zhong, who had just come to his senses, was stunned again. He never expected that the Emei Sect disciples would appear here, and he never expected that they seemed to be here to kill that person.
Who is he?
Ran Ran stood up slowly and said slowly: "The younger generation should not get involved in the grudges of the previous generation. For the sake of your lives, it is better to go back."
The man was so angry that he was trembling with anger at these words, and he scolded: "How can I not avenge my sect's great hatred? Even though your martial arts are unparalleled, today I, the Emei disciple, want you to die under the Emei sword technique."
Anyan sighed: "But I won't die, but you will definitely die if you attack me."
"Stop talking nonsense and draw your sword!"
With a sweet shout, twelve Emei disciples gathered together.
Facing Huo Huo Jian, who was naked, he faded out his left hand at will, his true energy burst out, and with a shock of his palm, twelve people vomited blood and flew out.
Everyone was shocked, but even so, they did not choose to give up.
Seventy-eight of them came, but only sixty-six were left after one strike. But what could the sixty-six do?
A pair of eyes were staring at the silver-haired young man. They were surprised eyes. But within ten breaths, those surprised eyes had turned into horror and fear!
With just ten breaths, just one pair of hands, no fancy moves, just a simple palm, the person flew out with the sound of bones shattering.
There is no change in the palm technique at all, and it doesn't look fierce or clever. But no matter how powerful the sword is, it will be broken by that hand, and no matter how powerful the sword technique is, it will be broken by his palm...
No one can take his blow, and no sword can withstand his blow.
In front of those ordinary hands, everyone flew out.
When they fly out like fallen leaves, they also become lifeless like fallen leaves.
Song Zhong is still alive, and several Emei disciples are also alive. They are alive because they did not take action or draw their swords, they just stared...
Watching people die, watching people go away, and then watching people leave.
