Xiejiazhuang, Cangjianlu.
Ding Peng held the scimitar tightly, holding the scimitar engraved with "The small building listened to the spring rain all night".
There was only one person in his eyes now, a man with a sword.
The sword is very ordinary, but this sword is a unique sword in the world, because the person holding the sword is the unique Xie Xiaofeng in the world!
Xie Xiaofeng did not move or speak, but the sword was drawn out. At this moment, he was no longer an ordinary old man, but a peerless swordsman.
Senhan's sword energy comes from the sword, and Senran's sword intention comes from people.
Whether it is a sword or a person, it is enough to make any hot-blooded young man in the world feel cold all over, wash away the blood, and even freeze the bones.
This is the first time that Ding Peng has faced a real master in the "sense". Compared with Xie Xiaofeng, Liu Ruosong is not even worthy of holding his shoes. Faced with such a person, Ding Peng actually wanted to retreat and felt fear in his heart. He even had the idea that he would lose.
Is this the Third Young Master of Excalibur? This was how I faced Xie Xiaofeng, so how unbearable would I be if I faced Tianjun?
Ding Peng's palm holding the knife broke out in cold sweat, and the bones of his hand without the knife seemed to be crushed by him.
Xie Xiaofeng looked at him coldly... Then, the sword moved slowly.
Ding Peng stared at the sword, biting out blood from the corner of his mouth...
The sword thrust out!
It was very light, very slow, without any warning, as if it was stabbed inadvertently.
With this stab, the sword turned into light, flying light, flying sword light!
The sword light is so sharp that it can't be resisted, and Pei Mo can't stop it and shoots violently!
With extraordinary speed, it hit Ding Peng right in the heart. This was the fifteenth sword of Yan Shisan's "Thirteen Deadly Swords". It had no change, only one stab, so Ding Peng could not see the change or the follow-up, but he He saw "something" that shocked him.
That was a sign of death. Ding Peng seemed to have seen a sign of death.
Death is integrated into the sword light. Wherever the sword light passes, there is only death!
Ding Peng suddenly realized that he couldn't avoid it, couldn't avoid it, couldn't hide, couldn't escape. He couldn't even swing his sword because he couldn't block it.
He could only retreat.
But no matter how fast he retreated, it couldn't come as fast as the sword light.
Is this Yan Shisan’s fifteenth sword? Is this the swordsmanship that defeated Xie Xiaofeng? He actually lost to Tianjun with such swordsmanship?
Facing this deadly sword, Ding Peng had nothing to do. Even with the magic sword in his hand and the divine sword on his body, he had nothing to do.
He can only wait for death to come with these three kinds of doubts and three kinds of surprises.
There was nothing he could do except wait for death. When Ding Peng was waiting for death, just before the light of the sword reached his heart and the tip of the sword had not yet touched his heart, the sword suddenly stopped.
Ding Peng saw the sword stop with his own eyes, but even though the sword stopped, the feeling of death-like fear was still there.
There was still an expression of extreme fear on his face. When Ding Peng looked at Xie Xiaofeng, he suddenly found that there was also an expression of extreme fear in Xie Xiaofeng's eyes, as if it was even worse than his own.
With a "ding" sound, the sword fell to the ground, and Xie Xiaofeng's hand started to tremble.
Why? Why would he also...
Ding Peng didn't understand, until a long time passed, until the bright moon shone on Xie Xiaofeng's face, he seemed to be old...
"For the past thirty years, I have been studying Yan Shisan's sword. It was not until three years ago, when I knew he was coming back, that I finally understood this sword."
Ding Peng nodded, unable to say anything. The fire in his eyes seemed to have been extinguished by this sword.
Xie Xiaofeng seemed to see it, and he added: "You are still young, and you have unlimited possibilities when you are young. When I was your age, I would never have achieved what you have now."
Ding Peng just asked: "Facing that sword just now, did he really win?"
Xie Xiaofeng nodded and said: "He won. Although he was injured, it was Yan Shisan who died. Are you afraid now?"
Ding Peng didn't admit it, he didn't dare to admit it.
Xie Xiaofeng let out a long sigh and said slowly: "It's a pity that I can't use this sword anymore, but if you are willing, I will use my own swordsmanship to hone your sword."
Ding Peng lowered his head and said nothing.
Xie Xiaofeng said softly: "It doesn't matter if you really don't dare to face him. It's not your fault, because no one in the world can find anyone who dares to face him."
It was a very poor provocation, but Ding Peng raised his head again.
Xie Xiaofeng smiled and said: "Okay, okay, this is a young man, this is what he looks like."
…
Qingqing came to a dilapidated mountain temple with randomness.
The temple has collapsed, and nothing here is intact. Broken doors, broken walls, and broken places, except for the statue of a god made of clay...
No one would blaspheme the gods, even if the statue had green faces and fangs, no one would touch the statue.
This mountain temple doesn't even have shelter from the wind and rain, so no one comes here during the day, and no one comes here at night. When Qingqing came here with his will, people suddenly came to the mountain temple where no one came.
The tall and burly body is wearing a suit of armor, wearing a "green-faced fangs" mask like a god's statue, and a pair of eyes that seem to be shining with green light. This person is more of a mountain god than a mountain god.
For such a tall and burly man, his steps were as light as a cat's. There was no sound under his feet. He made almost no sound except for the shaking armor on his body.
"The general has met the princess and the king of heaven."
Qingqing nodded slightly and said, "I'm sorry General You, I asked you to come all the way."
The right general is actually Tongtuo. In the past, the four elders of the demon sect, Jinshi, Yinlong, and Tieyan, have betrayed. Only Tongtuo is loyal. Bai Xiaolou can only survive because of this elder Tongtuo.
The bronze camel stood up and said: "The princess has an order, how dare the general not come?"
Qingqing asked: "Can the leader be with you?"
The bronze camel said: "The leader..."
Before they finished speaking, Bai Xiaolou, dressed in black, appeared in front of the three of them.
"grandfather!"
"Leader!"
Qingqing ran over, and Bai Xiaolou patted her hand and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, why haven't we seen each other for several years, but my little daughter is acting pretentious. How have you been these past few years?"
"Shi...tian...he, he is very good to me."
Qingqing's face turned a little red. Bai Xiaolou could tell the reason at a glance, but he didn't explain it.
He looked at Yi Yi again, smiled and said, "Thank you for your help in getting rid of those two traitors."
Randomly said: "It takes a little effort."
Bai Xiaolou asked: "You must be the one looking for me."
He nodded arbitrarily and said, "I do have something to ask you."
Bai Xiaolou said: "It doesn't matter what Tianjun said."
Randomly asked: "Do you just want revenge, or do you want to regain your past glory?"
Bai Xiaolou suddenly fell silent. After a moment, he asked, "What's the difference between the two?"
Ran Ran smiled and said: "Of course there is a difference. If you just want revenge, just tell me where Tianmei, Yinlong and Jinshi are, and I can help you kill them all. I can even help you get rid of Xie Xiaofeng... "
Before Ran Ran finished speaking, Bai Xiaolou interrupted: "What if I want my teacher to rebuild his glory?"
