Heavenly Martial Arts - 77. Chapter 77

The hazy moonlight, soft like water, also looked exceptionally cold.

The sky is oppressive, and the sky is deep.

Suddenly, a bright knife light cut through the long night, like a long rainbow, curved like a moon!

He slashed straight out and scored in the middle with a single knife.

This knife light seems to possess a kind of magical nature, which makes all living beings intoxicated and inadvertently divided into two.

Moan!

He Heng suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath, and the sword light was dazzling than the starlight. The sword energy was like a river across the sky, scouring in all directions, and there was endless order under the scatter, weaving a huge sword energy net to cover the sword light.

Keng!

The sound of metal crashing sounded through the long night, very crisp and sweet.

Ding Peng’s expression suddenly changed. On his right arm, a hole was clearly visible at this moment, and blood was overflowing.

This is a sword wound, which was struck by a sword aura just now.

In a collision, Ding Peng was injured, and his opponent was looking at him indifferently.

“Could it be that my hard training this year was in vain? I really can’t kill him, to avenge Qingqing’s grandfather, Yixue’s humiliation in the past?”

“No! Come again!” Ding Peng sipped abruptly, his eyes filled with hatred and unwillingness, and he waved the sword in his hand that seemed to be magical and gave him infinite confidence.

A mysterious light suddenly surged from the blade body that was as blue as water, which did not seem to exist in the mortal world.

“Magic sword cut!”

The shadow of the knife is flying, cutting out from countless angles, as if it is omnipresent and endless, the round and round knife light is like a rainbow light, dazzling.

Gradually, the endless blade light gradually became less, no, it can not be said to be less, but merged, thousands of knives gathered into one, Ding Peng’s figure was gradually disappearing, becoming blurred, nothingness.

The moonlight is as light as water, hazy, bright and clear. Finally, Ding Peng’s figure disappeared with thousands of blade lights, leaving only one blade light.

The brightest knife light.

It seems that there is only one knife left in the world, nothing else.

“It’s interesting.” He Heng said softly, his eyes suddenly brightened, and a dazzling sword aura burst out in it.

The knife was finally cut off, and the advancement was very slow, unusually slow.

But it gives people a feeling of inevitable, it has blocked all directions, all changes, no matter how you act, you can’t hide from the only knife in the sky and the earth.

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night, and Qingluo’s fan fluttered with fireflies.

The plain light of the knife is beautiful and beautiful, full of grace and charm, but it is the most terrifying and terrifying in the world.

The knife light is about to come.

At this moment, the longevity sword in He Heng’s hand suddenly pierced out, facing the glorious knife light suddenly.

scold!

There was a soft trembling, like the ripples produced when a stone fell on the water, and the night was very quiet.

The sword energy is intertwined with the light of the sword, and the two seem to be fighting each other, but in reality it is only a simple collision.

The air solidified for a while, the terrible light of the knife suddenly disappeared, and the knife shadow collapsed.

Ding Peng’s muscles violently in his hands, firmly holding the scimitar in his hand, looking at He Heng with a gray face.

Just now, he chopped out the “Divine Knife Cut” that gathered more than 30,000 knives and exhausted the extreme changes of the knife path. He thought that no one in the world could break it. And He Heng, just a bit of the tip of the sword, completely collapsed his flawless knife, which made him unimaginable.

“Your sword indeed brings together the extreme changes in the movement of the sword, and it is indeed flawless…” He Heng seemed to see Ding Peng’s thoughts and said faintly: “It’s just that the sword has no flaws, you People who have vulnerabilities have flaws. You want to kill me with a stab, revenge and hate, and you have hatred in your heart. The sword is naturally impure, and the flaws in the original sword technique that have no flaws appear. And your perfect stab, as long as there is a trace Blemish, it will collapse. What a pity, what a pity…”

He Heng is very sorry. Ding Peng is a person with great potential. It is a pity that he has not enough experience now. He is unable to forget the thing and me. There is no knife and no self, and he can achieve the realm of the god of the knife. Opponent, and now, he can only choose to destroy him.

Sword Qi suddenly spit out, He Heng was about to stab Ding Peng and end his life.

Ding Peng also didn’t seem to see He Heng’s sword, with dead ashes on his face, allowing the sword to pierce his chest.

He originally came for revenge with infinite confidence, but now, his most proud of the sword is not withstand a single blow at the opponent, this is an unparalleled blow to him, making him desperate.

Although with his martial arts, there is no problem with resisting He Heng more than ten moves, but his heart is dead and he has no faith at all. It doesn’t make any sense for him to live longer. He just wants to end his ridiculous life. , So he chose not to resist.

The sword breath was about to pierce Ding Peng’s chest. At this moment, He Heng’s right wrist suddenly trembled, and the sword force of the longevity sword suddenly changed, and he slashed behind him.

Ping!

A violent spark suddenly splashed, and the longevity sword collided with a flying knife that appeared abruptly in the air, rubbing a terrible spark.

The longevity sword is made of the world’s strange iron, and it is held in He Heng’s hand, and its strength continues to be inexhaustible. But that flying knife was made of the most common iron. After flying out, it was exhausted, so it was naturally impossible to compare with the Longevity Sword.

In just an instant, the flying knife was cut into two whole pieces and fell to the ground.

He Heng also pretended to pretend and looked at a pillar in the distance. Under the dim moonlight, there stood a sad old man with white hair, coughing constantly, holding an ordinary handle in his hand. The flying knife is carving something.

“Little Li Feida, Li Xunhuan!” He Heng looked at him and said lightly.

This person is the famous Xiao Li Tanhua, but at this moment he is already in his sixtieth year, and his life seems to be extinguished at any time.

Li Xunhuan put down the wood carving in his hand, looked at Ding Peng with his old eyes, and then stared at He Heng and said, “Young man, you have to be forgiven and forgive. Why do you want to kill in vain?”

Before He Heng said, Li Xunhuan looked at Ding Peng again and sighed: “You are only just in your early twenties. It’s a great time. With a wife and children, why bother to seek death? At my age, you I will understand the value of life.”

He said this very plainly, but it seemed to reveal indescribable magic, which made people recognize it from the bottom of my heart. This is a unique charm.

Ding Peng looked at Li Xunhuan with gray eyes, and it seemed that some vitality emerged.

However, He Heng suddenly snorted, and his figure was like electricity, galloping to Ding Peng’s side, completely unable to see how he got there.

Then, he opened his arms, rolling infuriating energy swept through, turning into the most terrifying air pressure, and hugged Ding Peng, who was still a little slow because of immersion and sadness.

Peng!

The violent sound roared for a long night, Ding Peng’s stunned eyes were still vivid, but his people had turned into a mist of blood, floating between the sky and the earth.

Li Xunhuan did not react at all, and Ding Peng had completely turned to ashes. He stared blankly at He Heng who was wiping off the blood on his body. He glanced at the flying knife in his hand that hadn’t been issued yet, and said in pain: “Everyone has only one life, and no one has the right to deprive others of their lives. Ding Peng simply If it is not a threat to you, why don’t you let him go?”

He Heng smiled coldly: “I let him go the last time, and told him that next time he comes to me again, I decided not to keep my hand. I always speak and count.”

Li Xunhuan couldn’t bear to look at the blood and mist, and then stared at He Heng firmly, then looked at the study room, and finally sighed: “It’s really rare to have such an achievement at your age. Throughout the ages, why bother to persevere in not realizing, want to do such a rebellious thing today?”

“Huh, lingering beauty through the ages? What’s the use for me. My generation has always been fighting for the day and night. The so-called false name of future generations is only a false name. If I die, let him be flooded!” He Heng sneered and looked at Li Xunhuan: “It’s you, you shouldn’t have come.”

“It’s a pity that I have to come.” Li Xunhuan looked melancholic and inexplicable. “My Li family is a seven-skilled scholar and enjoys the emperor’s grace. Today, your Majesty is in trouble, but I am obliged to do so, and I can’t just wait for the disaster and the people…”

“Then are you ready for the funeral?” He Heng looked at Li Xunhuan coldly, murderously, as if looking at a dead person.

In fact, He Heng could kill Ding Peng without Li Xunhuan’s reaction, and he could naturally kill Li Xunhuan before he could shoot.

Li Xunhuan is one of the best masters in the world, but his strongest is only the one that never made a slap, and his own martial arts is not top-notch at all.

If he wants to, any pinnacle master in the world can kill him before he has a knife, but basically no one will do it.

Because every one of the world’s most pinnacle masters has their own pride, they want to be like Shangguan Jinhong at the time, and try to see if they can take Li Xunhuan’s shot.

He Heng is no exception.

Even if he knew that this idea was a death, he still wanted to give it a try.

Although Li Xunhuan made a cut against him just now, the cut was mainly to save people. There was not much murderousness at all. Naturally, it was not the most powerful. What He Heng wanted to see was Li Xunhuan’s most terrifying and strongest one.

He Heng stared at Li Xunhuan coldly, and said lightly: “I’ll give you a chance, a chance to get a knife.”