Heavenly Martial Arts - 63. Chapter 63 Ding Peng's Despair

When the moon was high, Ding Peng had a knife!

The full moon falls, and the knife shines.

A hundred thousand miles across the land.

The sword is as cold as snow, where can I hear the spring rain?

The curved blade, the curved blade light, at first was like a crescent moon, and suddenly it turned into a flying rainbow.

The sky was gray, the bright moon above the nine heavens was already dimmed, the howling wind blew across the earth, and the cold blade of light suddenly cut out.

This knife, I don’t know where it started, and where it ends. It’s simple, but it’s endless. It can be divided in a single knife, and both gods and ghosts are worried!

Under the ordinary knife, there are endless changes, vast and vast, without a trace, nowhere to hide.

“Good knife!” He Heng glanced at the knife, a smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth, and the longevity sword suddenly came out of its sheath.

The brilliant sword light shines in the hazy moonlight, without any human fireworks, and the light shines on the starry sky. The brilliance of this moment is unparalleled.

Keng!

The crash of metal resounded crisply under the night, and the cold light flashed, the sword light intertwined with sword energy, and the wind and clouds were dancing.

Ding Peng’s sword is beyond imagination, but He Heng’s sword is faster than him.

The sword energy dissipated, and the blade light was restrained. The bright moon is still rising, the wind is blowing, and the cold is surging in the sky.

Ding Peng turned fiercely, and Huo Ran slashed out again. It was impossible to imagine the angle from which he had slashed out the knife. Only a left shadow of the knife could be seen whizzing down, and a crescent moon turned into a rainbow of light, flying. Xiang He Heng.

He Heng jumped into the air and stood in the air, breathing the violent wind, as if looking up at the moon with a virtual imperial wind, like a legacy of independence, extraordinarily lonely.

Moan!

The brilliant sword light dances mysteriously in the sky, the sword light shines, the wind and clouds change color, the thunder trembles, and the brilliant light turns into a dust-free mood, as if a deity, descending into the world.

With a sword coming to the west, flying immortals beyond the sky!

This is Ye Gucheng’s unique knowledge, but it has reached another level in He Heng’s hands.

The world at this moment was deadly silent, the air seemed to freeze, the light of the sword like a crescent moon suddenly intertwined with the banished immortal that descended from the sky, and the sword aura collided with the light of the sword.

Huh!

Ding Peng’s figure made a sudden leap with the scimitar, and He Heng also fell from the air. The two suddenly met in mid-air, their eyes facing each other, and they shot at the same time.

They fought very quickly, slicing dozens of swords in an instant, each of which was a fierce collision and extremely dangerous.

The airflow around three feet here was swelled by the frost and cold of the two, full of frost and cold. The inside was already blurred, and the specific situation could not be clearly seen. Only two figures were intertwined and collided with each other, and the infuriating gas was surging.

Three moments later, the light and shadow disappeared abruptly, the light of the sword suddenly dimmed, and the sword aura suddenly spit out. In that moment, there were seventeen sword marks on Ding Peng’s body, neither deep nor shallow, not one fatal, only a drop of blood spilled.

Ding Peng fell to the ground feebly and moaned in pain. He supported himself with the scimitar so that he would not collapse. His eyes were filled with grief, despair, pain, etc., and he stared blankly at He Heng: “Why?”

He naturally understood that the other party could leave him with seventeen deep and deep sword wounds in an instant, and he could naturally inflict seventeen most deadly injuries on him in an instant, but why didn’t he do so?

Why didn’t he kill me? This is the painful cry in Ding Peng’s heart.

Three years ago, he was desperate and met Qingqing. This fox girl gave him infinite hope and cheered him up again.

In the past three years, he has worked hard to practice the “Fox” sword technique, and since he has achieved great success, he can compete with the world’s heroes.

But before he had time to go out and make achievements, he suffered a big defeat.

In front of He Heng, he was defeated in just three moments. Then what’s the use of practicing swordsmanship hard and practicing martial arts diligently?

Ding Peng’s heart was extremely painful.

The longevity sword in He Heng’s hand suddenly returned, and he looked at Ding Peng coldly. Under the moonlight, his face was full of pain and confusion, twisted.

In fact, Ding Peng didn’t need to be so painful at all. He had practiced the supreme magical skill of the Demon Cult, the magic knife technique, which could have been called a super master. Looking at this era of talents, he is also a leader for a while, and it is difficult to have an opponent.

It’s a pity that he has been living in the “fox” world, and he doesn’t know how far his martial arts level has reached.

Today, the first outsider encountered was He Heng, who suffered a terrible defeat in his hands.

However, he didn’t know that He Heng’s martial arts had long been the best in the world, and the whole world could be as long as he did not exceed the number of palms.

Counting everyone, including all kinds of hidden old monsters, He Heng’s martial arts will not fall into the top three no matter how he ranks.

Losing to He Heng’s hands, Ding Peng is actually not ashamed at all. It can even be said that he can insist on three breaths here, which is already an outstanding performance of his martial arts, and he can compete with the world’s elites.

However, Ding Peng didn’t know this, so he suffered even more. Could it be that after three years of hard training, can anyone beat him?

After seeing Ding Peng’s performance, He Heng silently shook his head and said coldly: “Sure enough, I was right. You don’t even have the qualifications to be killed by me, trash, go away.”

Hearing the trash, Ding Peng suddenly raised his head, his eyes were extremely angry: “Skills can be killed and cannot be humiliated. Although your martial arts are high, you can’t humiliate me so much. Even if I die, I won’t be pityed by you.”

As he said, he suddenly raised the scimitar in his hand and wiped it to his throat.

“Dapeng bird, no, you still have me!” There, Qing Qing suddenly rushed over, pounced on Ding Peng, and firmly grasped his arm.

Looking at some of the crying pear wives, Ding Peng’s gray eyes rose again, and there was some hesitation in his eyes.

At this time, He Heng said coldly there, “You are not what waste is, you can’t even distinguish between people and’foxes.’ No wonder Liu Ruosong was deceived by Liu Ruosong. It’s ridiculous! Practicing the supreme sword technique of the magic teaching, I can’t even take my ten swords. What use is there for you, I’m too dirty to kill you.”

“Bastard!” Ding Peng roared, his eyes flushed red, and he was extremely angry. He violently lifted the scimitar in his hand and was about to fight He Heng desperately, and was stopped by Qingqing on the side.

He Heng continued to make up the knife: “Do you really think your gentle and considerate wife is really a fox girl? Haha, ridiculous! Tell you, his grandfather disappeared after being defeated by Xie Xiaofeng. The leader of the demon cult, and she is just a demon girl, the so-called “fox” is the remnant of the demon cult.”

“It’s impossible, do you think I will believe you?” Ding Peng screamed frantically, trying his best to refute, but his eyes moved to the already silent Qingqing.

He is not a fool either. Over the past three years with Qingqing and the “Fox Clan”, he has discovered a lot of things wrong. He Heng said that today, he is even more puzzled.

Seeing Ding Peng look at her, Qingqing smiled softly, but her smile was filled with infinite helplessness and indifference.

Ding Peng’s heart sank to the bottom again. Sure enough, did she lie to him too? Throughout, he is a fool, a ridiculous clown!

Ding Peng roared in despair.

He Heng raised his head and fiercely looked at the side of the garden, where there were several attics, and the noise of fighting resounded at this moment.

A firelight ignited there, burning several attics, bright as day, and the firelight dyed the night.

This was caused by the subordinates brought by He Heng who were fighting with Qingqing’s grandfather.

Qingqing’s grandfather, the leader of the demon cult, was once a master no less than Xie Xiaofeng, but now he is old, much worse than Dacheng’s Xie Xiaofeng, and his heart is also old, and he has no previous pride. NS.

It doesn’t matter if a person’s body is old, but if his heart is also old, he is truly helpless.

In the big world, there are many pure and true immortals. They have lived for thousands of years, and their appearance is still young. This is not only because their cultivation has reached the realm of painful years, but also because their souls are immortal and long. The time can not leave a trace.

And this demon leader, his heart is already old, so he wants to train Ding Peng, let him lead the demon cult revival, not himself.

He is like the old man of Tianji, a martial arts realm transcendence, but there is no more blood of a martial artist.

Therefore, He Heng just sent a few top masters from Tsing Yi Tower, it was enough to win him.

If he were replaced by Xie Xiaofeng, the master of Tsing Yi Tower sent by He Heng would be the best in the arena, no less than the realm of Xiong Niangzi and Shuai Yifan, but he would never be able to deal with him.

Soon, the sound of shouting cut through the long night, the fire burned through several attics, and the flames were wailing, and the sky seemed like daylight.

“Grandpa, grandma, Uncle Tong!” Qingqing watched the sky full of fire, wailing exhaustively, her delicate face full of disbelief and despair.

Even Ding Peng, who was already a little disheartened, looked at this scene in surprise, extremely shocked.

At this time, dozens of people wrapped in Tsing Yi quickly retreated there, and brought a few people who were firmly under control to He Heng’s side, respectfully saluting.

“Return to the original poster, the task you ordered has been completed, and these old guys have been captured alive by us.”

He Heng looked at the locked figures, nodded and said, “You did a good job.”

“Thank you for your appreciation.” Those people hurriedly worshipped He Henggong.