Ding Peng walked over step by step.
His steps were slow but determined, as if no one or anything could stop him. His eyes were getting brighter and brighter, exuding a fiery brilliance.
He also suddenly exuded a strange power.
That's not evil energy, that's not righteousness, that's not murderous energy, it's an aura that's better than anyone else in the world.
Looking at Ding Peng randomly, there was suddenly a hint of approval in his eyes, and a different kind of smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Countless pairs of Baohan looked at the two of them with expectation, fear, and awe... Everyone hoped that Ding Peng would win, because no one wanted to face Tianjun again, and no one wanted to face someone who killed Ding. Peng, the Tianjun who killed their martial arts leader.
Ding Peng didn't seem to disappoint them. Every time he took a step, his momentum became higher and more concentrated.
If Tianjun is a ghost and god, then he will kill gods and ghosts at this moment.
There were still a dozen steps or three feet away, but the knife had already been drawn out.
The full moon sets and the sword rises.
Ding Peng's whole person changed. This change was like the scimitar that was unsheathed. When the sword came out of the sheath, the sword was as bright as a sword, and its sharp edge was revealed.
Ding Peng also seemed to have an unsheathed sword, and there seemed to be light on his body.
At this moment, the scimitar is like a terrifying and supreme blade!
The knife was in Ding Peng's hand, and a terrifying knife force that killed all living creatures was forced out of his body!
He raised his hand and the knife moved!
The knife struck, obviously still far away, but when the light of the knife fell, the light of the knife was right in front of him, right in front of his eyes.
Everyone saw how he struck, but everyone couldn't see how the knife struck down.
Although this sword has no changes, it contains the essence of all changes in sword techniques.
The timing, power, speed, and location of the sword strike all seemed to have been precisely calculated to maximize the "magic sword slash".
This sword is as if it has been carved by a skilled craftsman. It has brought its skills to the extreme, which is enough to shock the world and make ghosts and gods cry!
Not only that, it is also brave, it is fierce, and it is unique. This sword is no longer enough to be described as "reaching the peak", it seems to be more magical than "reaching the peak".
If a person has practiced martial arts to a high level and a technique has been practiced to the extreme, it will become extremely magical, even mysterious.
This kind of power is very understandable to humans because it is almost like a god.
Ding Peng's sword seemed to have been integrated with all the magic in the world, and the scimitar finally became a magic sword in his hands.
Ever since the Full Moon Scimitar was cast, since the creation of the Divine Sword Slash, this scimitar and this kind of sword technique finally showed its most brilliant, peak, and ultimate light at this moment.
The knife fell, and Anyan took action.
He really just took action, without drawing his sword or sword, he just stretched out his hand.
His hand reached towards the knife casually.
This is a strange hand, and it is also the most terrifying hand in the world, because its thumb can guard the front of soldiers, its index finger can break mountains and rocks, its middle finger can break mountains and rivers, its ring finger can stop an army, and its tail finger can break through all kinds of energy. .
When the five fingers are blended into the palm of his hand, his hand seems to be holding on to the sky and palm to the earth, melting through life and death, and understanding the secrets of heaven.
This hand is the secret.
This hand is life and death.
He pinched the blade with his hand, his gesture was soft and graceful, like picking a flower, just like a lady holding a flower with a smile, a very delicate and fragile flower.
Ding Peng's sword is definitely not a flower!
But in his hands, under his fingers, no matter how terrifying the supreme divine blade is, no matter how terrifying the unparalleled sword power is, it will become as delicate and fragile as a flower.
He didn't seem to move quickly. No matter who looked at it, the hand was so gentle, but when the knife came, the hand was also pierced by the light of the knife.
At this moment, this wonderful scene can be described as majestic and majestic. There is something majestic, arrogant and unpredictable in the majesty.
The blade was pinched, the hand pinched the blade, and then crushed the magic and everything.
Then, the blade became as delicate and fragile as petals, shattered into thousands of pieces, and scattered in the air, filled with silver light.
The shattered blade, just like Ding Peng's momentum and Ding Peng's confidence, is disappearing and melting at this moment...
"The small building listens to the spring rain all night!"
This magic sword that dominated the world was lost in the hands of anyone. At the moment when the magic sword shattered, Qingqing finally let out a breath, but everyone present stopped breathing.
An unprecedented fear swept over...
There was no more sound in the sky and on the earth, turning into dead silence!
The knife shattered, the full moon disappeared, and there was only darkness in Ding Peng's eyes. This was the darkest time in his life, and before the darkness came, it was also the most glorious moment in his life.
When light turns to darkness, it only takes a moment.
Ding Peng seemed to hear someone speaking, and the person seemed to be saying: "You lose!"
No one spoke, and neither did Yi.
Ding Peng said: "I lost."
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to grab the person in front of him with his hand and touch the person who made him go from light to darkness and made him a complete failure.
With a slight farewell, he stepped aside.
Ding Peng flew away and staggered to the ground.
Qingqing looked at him and asked, "What's wrong with him?"
Ran Ran saw with his own eyes how the young man's blazing eyes lost their luster. He said calmly: "He is already blind and can't see anything."
Ding Peng murmured: "I lost, why did I lose, how could I lose."
Qingqing asked in surprise: "He is already blind?"
Randomly said: "Not only is he blind, he seems to be deaf."
There is nothing scarier than darkness, and if anything, it is deathly silence. Ding Peng was in darkness and silence. He kept talking. He wanted to get a response, a response from anyone.
Qingqing asked: "Why is he like this?"
Randomly said: "Young people can't bear the blow."
Qingqing said: "Should we go?"
Randomly shook his head and said: "Let them remember for a longer time, everyone will have to pay the price for their decision."
Qingqing hasn't asked about long memory and what the price is, because she has seen Yi Ran draw his sword, so she understands what Yi Yi's so-called "long memory" and the so-called "price" are.
The sword was drawn out. The moment the sword was drawn out, chaos broke out in the hall.
Everyone started to run, and it seemed that not everyone, at least one old monk yelled: "You bastard, let me..."
Random's sword has always been so swift, and he kills people incredibly fast.
People who dared to be like the great monk died at the edge of the sword. Those who were still hesitating had no time to run away at this moment.
Countless people ran out of the villa, leaving people outside the villa in shock. How could they not guess the outcome of this battle. The martial arts righteousness who gathered at Yuanyue Villa dispersed like birds and beasts.
No one dares to stay here longer.
When Ran Ran led Qingqing out of the villa, all kinds of weapons were discarded on the ground. All the way down the villa, there was no living person to be seen.
