Peng Khan's Qinglong and Yueyue Sword, the momentum like a flood beast with the pressure of the army, split Zhao Fan, but did not notice the fleeting black line.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Fan stood in place and did not move at all. His two -handed dragon's two -blade was shocked as if he was shocked. If he didn't know, he thought it was scared!
"Look at Peng Wuzun's knife, it's going to be split!"
"It's really wonderful, you can see a battle of martial arts in a lifetime, even if you die now, there is no regret."
The emotional face of the Ji family became red.
"Jiangzhou Wuzun has lost momentum. This sword is afraid that it will not be able to avoid it." Ji Wufeng's heart hanging on his throat finally fell. He smiled and said: "After today, Peng Wuzun's long -awaited reputation, with cutting in Wu, Jiangzhou Wu
Respecting these brilliant records, and the name of the Huaxia martial arts world! And in our Jifu, we will be included in the history of the history together. "
"What's going on? Peng Wuzun's offensive suddenly stopped suddenly when Zhao Wuzun's neck was close at hand?" The elder was stunned.
The elder pupils of Tai Shang shocked, and said with a loud voice: "Peng Wuzun, defeated, if it wasn't for Zhao Wuzun's mercy, I was afraid of being different."
"What?"
The Ji family was shocked to look at the martial arts field, and the petrification was in place, because ... Peng Wuzun's heart, I do n’t know when a black sword appeared.
The sword had only long arms, but the tip of the sword stabbed Peng Khan's back and pierced it in!
Even though they were across such a far air, they all felt palpitations!
"Who can explain how the Black Sword came from?" Ji Wufeng collapsed. He couldn't accept the fact that Peng Wuzun was defeated. One was that Jijiabao will still be ransacked.
The beliefs of all warriors on this land!
Nympho
Above the martial arts field.
Zhao Fan ignored the purple -black blade of only three centimeters away from the neck. There was no proud color in the eyes to win the peak of Wu Zun, but calmly looked at the patron saint of the demon capital: "Senior, inherited."
Peng Khan's look is extremely complicated. A few seconds ago, he thought that Jiangzhou Wuzun's stamina had insufficient power. This knife could be locked. At the same time, because of appreciation, he originally wanted to get the skin when he touched his skin to the end.
Nympho
However, when I did n’t expect, when the remaining three minutes left, when I draw a successful period for this life, the heart nest behind, a sword broke the air strike, the sword tip pierced the clothes, did not enter the flesh, and then stopped at the edge of the heart.
Suddenly quiet!
The breath of the sword, Peng Khan's soles of the feet are cold!
If you enter one point, you can destroy his heart!
What accurate control is this?
Peng Khan is not able to do it by himself!
He knew that he was defeated, and the three centimeters between the Qinglong Yueyue Knife and Jiangzhou Wuzun became an irreplaceable sky!
After a while.
The purple -black knife in Peng Khan's hands turned into black. He smiled and looked at the young man in front of him.
... will start a new chapter with my fall! "
The sword fairy has cultivated the royal sword to the extreme. The rare rare in the martial arts world is extremely rare.
In this battle, in its minds, the change of the old -fashioned Wu Zun and the new Jin Wuzun, have nothing to do with life and death!
Zhao Fan retracted the flying sword and turned into Dantian after turning into the black line entrance. He nodded slightly and did not explain that the other party misunderstood himself into a sword fairy in the warrior.
More than that, no one had thought of winning each other after winning, one was because of admiration, and the other was because of appreciation.
Peng Khan's back spine left a shocking blood hole, and he was flowing down the blood down, but he did not urge his inner strength to restore the wound.
He is willing to lay up and witness the rise of a star!
At this time, Zhao Fan vaguely felt that Peng Khan's vitality was constantly passing, but without saying anything, when the other person's life was bottomed out, he played it so long. It can be seen that he was ready to face death.
"Fasting, what about the Holy Realm? I am Pengmou ... There is no regret in this life!" Peng Khan's throat suddenly opened his throat, and his voice spread throughout the whole season family: "Take wine!"
"Take wine!"
"Take wine!"
In the distance, Ji Wufeng looked at each other with the elders of the two major masters. Then, the elder Tai Shangsheng flashed, went to the wine cellar, took the best old wine in the altar, and returned after sending it on the martial arts field.
The Jijia camp in the distance.
Peng Khan's palms fell, and on the lid, he shocked it.
The mellow fragrance is filled.
"I am an elder, I drank first!" Peng Khan grabbed the big wine jar with one hand, raised his head, and raised his neck to darly drink nine big mouths, and then shook his wrist, "Zhao Xiaoyou, you will not dislike me.
Is this dead old guy? "
The big wine altar fell to Zhao Fan in the air.
He caught the big wine jar and drank it unambiguously.
"Hahaha ...!" Peng Khan laughed.
Without a hint of impurities, echoing the minds of Zhao Fan and the children of the Ji family, and even passed on to the outside of the mansion. The pedestrians and vehicles on the road could not help but stop.
Gradually, the laughter gradually smaller, and finally silent.
And Peng Khan, standing on the martial arts field, looking at the sky, the smile on his face fixed!
The patron saint of the magic capital, fall!
Until then, Zhao Fan fell with a big wine jar in his hand, and he sighed, and walked around Peng Khan's body, sprinkled a circle of drinks and said, "Go well."
Nympho
The Ji family became a pot of porridge.
First of all, Jiangzhou Wuzun "came to visit" and wanted to enter the treasure house at a glance. After that, Peng Wuzun appeared. After the World War I, there was no guardian god!
And, the landed place is at Jijia.
In the future, the martial arts world of the magic capital will be afraid of hating them!
Ji Wufeng looked at the body of the second son Ji Xingchen. In the resentment, he was mixed with envy. The fuse of Peng Khan's falling fades was easy after death, but it involved the whole season to carry the pot!
At this time, the loud waves on the martial arts field swept away: "To notify the descendants of Peng Peng, come to pick him up and enter the soil."
Ji Jia's upper and lower scalp looked at the young figure, what existence of Jiangzhou Wuzun? Even the patron saint of the magic capital fell on his hands!
They didn't know that Peng Khan's death was not the sword at all, but years!
Among the many descendants of Peng Khanqing, none of them have reached the realm, and even only one grandson entered the realm of the master.
"Forget it, I will go to Peng Wuzun's grandson's house in person." Taishang Elder's back was suppressed and disappeared outside the house.
Zhao Fan came to the other side of the martial arts arena. After signaling to Baby Dragon not to cause trouble, he sat down on the spot and digested his thoughts on this battle and his feelings infected by Peng Hanqing's fearless death.
Everyone in the Ji family knelt blankly in the distance, and most of them cried. Some were frightened, and some cried because of the death of the patron saint.
a long time.
The Supreme Elder and an old man walked into the Ji family's house. If you look carefully, the appearance of the old man walking with him is somewhat similar to Peng Hanqing. Although they look similar in age on the surface, they are not brothers, but his grandson.
Peng Zhukou is now sixty-five years old!
"grandfather!"
When Peng Zhukou first heard the news of his grandfather's death, he couldn't believe it or accept it. But now, when he saw the old figure standing still in the fighting field, he suddenly felt that the sky was about to fall.
He ran up quickly and was startled when he saw his grandfather's remains.
What exactly has a person experienced before he dies with a smile?
Peng Zhukou had never seen his grandfather smile like this since he was born. He turned his head and glanced at the young man sitting cross-legged on the ground over there, and then he felt relieved. He knew that his grandfather's death was coming, and at the same time he had one regret.
, that is, reaching the peak of transformation, but being depressed because you have never met an opponent...
"Grandpa finally met an opponent worthy of his all-out efforts before he passed away." Peng Zhukou secretly thought in his heart. At the same time, he turned around to face Jiangzhou Wu Zun who was sitting quietly with his eyes closed, bowed deeply, and said
Didn't come forward to disturb.
Zhao Fan sensed it, but due to the critical moment of understanding, he did not open his eyes or respond, only nodded.
Peng Zhukou picked up his grandfather's body, walked out of the martial arts arena with a smile, and left under the gaze of everyone in the Ji family...