The battle just now has attracted the attention of everyone around you. After all, in a small country, Jianxin realm is already a rare master.

Seeing Wang Peng taking out a white jade pendant, some people in the crowd had changed their faces. After seeing the red aura attracted by the white jade pendant, the two of them were already in disbelief.

One of these two men was wearing black clothes and the other was wearing a green robe. They were famous even among a group of people. The person wearing black clothes was the second brother of the Grand Sima Yanshu of Yue Kingdom, named Yan Ming, who was over fifty years old and had a sword heart state. The person with green robe was a prince of the royal family of Yue Kingdom, named Yue Lin, who was also over fifty years old and had a sword heart state state.

Jianxin, who is over fifty years old, is also extremely outstanding in Zhao State. The two of them are even more famous in China's genius swordsmen.

The two looked at each other, made up their minds, and walked outside quietly, intending to leave here.

However, things were not so easy. I don’t know when a circle of water was rolling back, and a winding river had already spread across the two of them.

"Please stay here. I'm just about to find two people to speak, why should you leave in such a hurry?"

Wang Peng's eyes were filled with a cold light, the sword in his hand trembled slightly, and a slight sound of sword sound showed Wang Peng's inner uneasiness.

"What does Prince Wang mean? We have no grudges and no grudges with you. Why do you block my way? Could it be that you can do whatever you want based on your background?" Yan Ming said with a stern expression.

Everyone was surprised when they heard this, but these swordsmen were away for a long time and naturally understood the principle of meddling less. In addition, Wang Peng had an amazing background, so he naturally acted as if he was not concerned about his own affairs, and no one could help him.

Wang Peng ignored the surprise and concern of Zhao Xue and others, and said without changing his face: "Since you have all recognized my identity, then let's take action. Today I will collect some interest for my dead brothers!"

This was straightforward. When everyone heard that they had such grudges, they were even more unwilling to take action. Even some swordsmen with a slight sense of justice put their hands down from the hilt of the sword and slowly retreated, allowing the three of them to leak out of space.

Yan Ming and Yue Lin saw that no one was helping him and his identity was discovered, he immediately lost his scruples. Yan Ming even said directly: "If you have a way in heaven, you don't go, and if you have no way in hell, you break in. Since you want to do it, then we can only send you to meet your fellow disciples!"

Wang Peng was originally expressionless, but now he heard this and there was a hint of killing on his face.

Almost a year has passed, the conflict between the four holy lands and the ancient and modern alliance has become increasingly fierce. It has been constantly frictional on weekdays, and the sword saints from all sides have taken action occasionally. Although the four holy lands have great advantages, casualties of a small number of disciples are still inevitable.

Wang Peng's two better brothers died not long ago at the hands of Chen Yinhu, the twelve Yuan Yuan of the Ancient and Modern Alliance.

When mentioned at this time, Wang Peng naturally felt angry and furious. The sound of waves eroding in the void sounded, the seven-color star power was turbulent, the originally empty aura suddenly condensed, and a clear and mysterious aura flowed. In an instant, a winding river emerged, and the river was not beginning. I just felt like it came from the sky, flowing down in a vast and vast stream.

Feeling the clear and mysterious aura, Yan Ming felt sure in his heart and said, "This is a branch of the god-level classic "Three Thousand Gods and Demons Swords". The grade is only holy level, but it is just stronger than the last level in the Liuguang Swords Sect, and it is just ordinary."

"Since that's the case, we should make such a great contribution!" Yue Lin laughed.

The disciples under the Liuguang Sword Sect are all geniuses, but geniuses are divided into three or six levels. The first is the first level, which is the simplified version or branch of the god-level inheritance, and then the god-level inheritance. It is said that there are many god-level scriptures of fellow practitioners, but they only exist in legends.

Wang Peng's practice of the divine-level scriptures is just a fair rule among the disciples of the four holy places. Of course, even the fair rule among the four holy places is extremely powerful.

Yan Ming took the lead. The martial art "Fan Ye Sheng Jue" that he practiced and practiced the adventure. A black force like a tulle was embedded with starlight blocking the waves before the surging river. This was his sword heart's ability, night sky!

As night falls, the yang energy declines and the yin energy grows. The temperature around it drops sharply, coldness comes, and there are faint signs of frost.

A faint black shadow surges out from the night sky, like a sparse shadow of trees under the moonlight. Wherever the black shadow passes, there is a coldness that makes people feel chilled.

The black shadow touched the washed river and immediately frozen the river water. Then the black shadow spread and the ice layer also swam upwards.

Seeing this, Wang Peng narrowed his eyes. He had already recognized the black shadow at the first time. It was transformed by the other party's sword heart gathered together with the yin energy between heaven and earth, and naturally carried a cold and frozen force.

The other party's sword heart was a bit mysterious, but when it came to the strength of the sword heart, Wang Peng was still a little confident about himself. At the moment, the sword was unsheathed, and the waves were even louder, and the size of the river in the sky suddenly doubled. The ice frozen by the black shadow could not bear the power of the surging water, and it broke directly, turning into floating ice and continued to move towards Yan Ming along the river.

"Brother Yan is a good method, but for such great achievements, I can only get a piece of cake with shamelessness." Yue Lin smiled and drew out the sword, but he saw that Yan Ming was not as good as Wang Peng in terms of the strength of the sword heart, so he helped.

Yue Lin is a member of the royal family of Yue Kingdom, and he practices the only incomplete god-level classic "Tiangang Book" in the royal family of Yue Kingdom. Tiangang is the handle of the Beidou and the evil god in the month. There are 36 Tiangang stars in the eight major star fields, spanning the eight major star fields, each with extraordinary power.

There are thirty-six methods of creating sword hearts in "Tiangang Book", but the scriptures of the royal family of Yue Kingdom are incomplete and most of them are missing. There are only eight types of sword hearts left for thirty-six Tiangang sword hearts. Yuelin has cultivated one of the sword hearts, called Tiangang Li Xun sword hearts, and cultivated a sword energy for returning wind and returning fire.

At this time, a sword was swung out, and the wind and fire were mixed, and the wind helped the fire. A flame rushed straight into the sky with blue and red light. The air burning along the way was crackling and its power was amazing.

Yan Ming's sword decision induced the Yin Qi to fight the enemy. Although Yue Lin's wind and fire power was not specifically restrained, it also had great obstacles. Therefore, the two did not cooperate with each other, but instead attacked Wang Peng at both ends.

Wang Peng was also slightly surprised when he saw the wind and fire. He did not expect that this sword skill was so powerful. The wind and fire had a mysterious force, which made the flame transformed by the sword energy extremely powerful. He was not afraid of the long river of innate qi transformed by his sword heart.

Faced with the attacks between the two sides, Wang Peng was slightly surprised and began to fight back. A figure of ten feet large rose from the river of innate Qi. The figure sat upright on the river of innate Qi, wearing a raging wave crown, a blue wave robe, and a long head like water and long hair flying like little dragons. There was a long sword on his knee, a sword light like water.

As soon as this figure appeared, the clear and mysterious aura around it suddenly surged, giving people the feeling that an immortal from the nine heavens had come to the mortal world.

Seeing that the yin-like black shadow and the powerful green and red flames were about to fall, the figure immediately opened his eyes, raised his left hand, pinched an orchid finger, and held a huge pearl between his fingers and emitted a dazzling brilliance.

As this bead appeared, the river of innate Qi surged rapidly, and the water of the Taotao directly covered the sky above everyone's heads, which was a huge radius of several miles. The river of innate Qi surged rapidly, and the originally powerful black shadows and blue-red flames were immediately flooded by the endless river water, and they could not even make up the waves.

"How could this happen? How could the power of the sword heart reach such a level?" Yan Ming was shocked as he saw his sword light being submerged.

"Innate Water Spirit Pearl!" Yue Lin looked at the vast river of innate Qi and the figure of ten feet above his head, and said a few words with an ugly expression.

"Somewhat knows!" Wang Peng's voice sounded, and then a long river of innate energy suddenly pressed down on the two of them. Under the vast water light, the two of them were unable to resist at all. They felt that their whole body was just a small boat in the big river, and they were unable to resist at all.

Others around stood dozens of feet away, watching the innate qi river with shock and dissipated into invisible after a blow, and could not speak for a moment. Only Yan Ming and Yue Lin were left with pale faces and fell to the ground in a sluggish manner, but they screamed in dissatisfaction.

"Hmph, you can only defeat me by relying on the power of treasures. If you rely solely on your own cultivation, you will not lose to you! If you have the ability to wait until I have adjusted my breathing, you won't need the treasure to fight again!" Yan Ming held out and shouted loudly.

Wang Peng came over, glanced at Yan Ming, and said, "If it weren't for the power of the treasure, could you, the ancient and modern alliance, kill my disciples?"

Yan Ming's eyes flashed, and Wang Peng's three words about killing the disciples of Liuguang Sword Sect in the Gujin Alliance. It seemed that he had deep hatred in his heart, but thinking about the fate of his two men, he still gritted his teeth and said excitedly: "What kind of holy land disciples are you like? You rely on the power of treasures to bully us casual cultivators, you are simply throwing away your Liuguang Sword Sect..."

A stream of water about a foot thick of a thumb winds around, and a human head rolls onto the ground, dyeing the ground scarlet red.

"Okay, you're the only one left. Tell me all the relevant information you know!" Wang Peng looked at the surviving Yue Lin and asked coldly.

"Okay, I will tell you all, you have to promise me not to kill me. I have not participated in this battle, and I have no grudges with you. I will not participate in this battle in the future." Yue Lin looked at Yan Ming, who moved his head without saying anything, and was also frightened. Why are the people who came out of these holy lands more cruelly? Didn't they all say that they had just come out of the mountain? Why is it not easy to fool at all!

"I want accurate news!" Wang Peng did not answer, but just said coldly.

"The Long Mo Medical Saint is indeed in the Zilu Mountains. He was discovered by the secret line in the alliance before. He was besieged by a group of about four or five swordsman swordsmen. I don't know the rest. I also received the news just now!"
Chapter completed!