All Heavens Immortal Martial Arts

When the bright moon was hanging high, Ding Peng came out!

The full moon falls, and the knife shines.

Hundreds of thousands of miles across the earth.

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

The curved knife and the curved light of the knife, like a crescent moon at the beginning, suddenly turned into a flying rainbow.

The sky is gray, the bright moon above the nine heavens has dimmed, the howling wind blew across the earth, and the cold sword light suddenly slashed out.

This knife, I don't know where it started and where it will end. It's simple, but it's endless. It's a knife in the middle, and the gods and ghosts are worried!

Under the ordinary knife, there are endless changes, mighty, no trace to be found, nowhere to hide.

"Good sword!" He Heng glanced at the sword, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the sword of longevity suddenly came out of its sheath.

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

Keng!

The sound of metal collisions resounded crisply under the night, and the cold light flashed one after another, the sword light was intertwined with sword energy, and the wind and clouds were dancing.

Ding Peng's sword is unimaginably fast, but He Heng's sword is faster than him.

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

Ding Peng turned around sharply, and Huo Ran slashed out again. It was impossible to imagine from which angle he had slashed this dagger. All he could see was a residual blade shadow whistling down, and a crescent moon turned into a rainbow light and flew away. To He Heng.

He Heng jumped up and was already standing in the air, breathing the gust of wind, as if he was relying on nothingness to control the wind, looking up at the bright moon, as if he was independent and extremely lonely.

Whisper!

The splendid sword light danced mysteriously in the sky, the sword light shone, the wind and clouds changed color, the thunder shook, and the dazzling light turned into a dust-free artistic conception, as if an exiled immortal came to the world.

With a sword coming from the west, immortals fly from the sky!

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

At this moment, the world is dead silent, the air seems to be frozen, the sword light like a crescent moon of the road wheel is intertwined with the exiled immortal descending from the sky, and the sword energy and the sword light are colliding.

Chi!

Ding Peng's figure jumped with the machete, and He Heng also fell from the sky. The two suddenly met in mid-air, their eyes were facing each other, and they shot at the same time.

Their confrontation was extremely fast, and dozens of swords were slashed in an instant, each time a fierce collision, extremely dangerous.

The air current of three meters in the vicinity was swayed by the frost and cold of the two, full of chills and coldness, and the inside was already blurred, and the specific situation could not be seen clearly.

After three moments, the light and shadow suddenly disappeared, the light of the sword suddenly dimmed, and the sword energy spit out. In that instant, seventeen sword marks were drawn on Ding Peng's body, neither deep nor shallow, not a single fatal one, only a little blood spilled out.

Ding Peng fell to the ground feebly, groaning in pain, using the machete to support himself so as not to collapse. His eyes were full of grief, anger, despair, pain, etc. He stared blankly at He Heng: "Why?"

He naturally understands that the opponent can leave seventeen sword wounds on his body in an instant, and he can also give him seventeen most fatal injuries in an instant, but why didn't he do it?

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

Three years ago, when he was desperate, he met Qingqing, the fox girl who gave him infinite hope and cheered him up.

In the past three years, he has practiced the "Fox" swordsmanship hard, and since he has mastered it, he can compete with the world's heroes.

But before he had time to go out and build a career and stand out, he suffered this great defeat.

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

Ding Peng's heart was extremely painful.

He Heng's longevity sword suddenly returned to its sheath, and looked at Ding Peng coldly. Under the moonlight, his face was full of pain and confusion, twisted.

In fact, Ding Peng doesn't need to be so painful at all. He has practiced the supreme magic of the magic sect, the magic sword and the sword, and he can be regarded as an absolute master. Looking at this era of talented people, 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 world of "Fox", and he has no idea what level of martial arts he has reached.

And today, the first outsider I met was He Heng, who failed miserably at his hands.

However, he didn't know that He Heng's martial arts were already the best in the world, and the whole world could compete with him without more than one palm.

Counting everyone, including all kinds of hidden old monsters, no matter how they are ranked, He Heng's martial arts will not fall into the top three.

In fact, Ding Peng is not ashamed to lose in He Heng's hands. It can even be said that he can persevere in He Heng's three breaths, which is already a superb performance of his martial arts, and he can compete with the world's heroes.

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

Looking at Ding Peng's performance, He Heng shook his head silently, and said coldly, "Sure enough, I read it right, you are not even qualified to be killed by me, trash, get out."

Hearing the trash, Ding Peng suddenly raised his head, his eyes were very angry: "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. Although your martial arts are high, you can't humiliate me like this. Even if I die, I won't be pityed by you."

Saying that, he suddenly raised the machete in his hand and wiped it towards his throat.

"Dapeng bird, don't, you still have me!" There, Qingqing suddenly flew over, threw himself on Ding Peng, and grabbed his arm tightly.

Looking at some crying wives with pear blossoms and rain, Ding Peng's gray eyes rose again with some softness, and there was some hesitation in his eyes.

At this time, He Heng said coldly there: "You are not a waste, you can't even tell the difference between a human and a 'fox', no wonder Liu Ruosong was deceived at the beginning, it is ridiculous! Practicing the supreme swordsmanship of the Demon Sect, You can't even take ten swords from me, what's the use of you, killing you would make me feel dirty."

"Damn!" Ding Peng growled, his eyes were red and red, and he was extremely angry. He suddenly raised the machete in his hand and was about to fight with He Heng, but was stopped by Qingqing beside him.

He Heng continued to make up the knife: "Do you really think your gentle, gentle and understanding wife is really a fox girl? Haha, it's ridiculous! Tell you, his grandfather disappeared after he was defeated by Xie Xiaofeng. The leader of the Demon Sect, and she is nothing but a Demon Sect witch, the so-called 'fox' is the remnant of the Demon Sect."

"It's impossible, do you think I'll believe you?" Ding Peng was roaring wildly, trying his best to refute, but his eyes moved to Qingqing, who had been silent.

He is not a fool either. In the past three years, he has been with Qingqing and the "Fox Clan" day and night, and he has already discovered a lot of things that are wrong. He Heng said this today, and he is even more puzzled.

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

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

Ding Peng roared in despair.

He Heng raised his head sharply and looked at the side of the garden, where there were several attics, and at this moment there was a loud screeching sound of fighting.

A fire was ignited there, burning several attics, as bright as day, and the fire dyed the night red.

This was caused by the fact that the men brought by He Heng were fighting with Qingqing's grandfather and the others.

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

A person's body is old is nothing~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If the heart is also old, it is truly hopeless.

There are many pure yang true immortals in the big heaven world. They have lived for thousands of years, and their appearance is still young. This is not only because their cultivation base has reached the realm of hard times, but also because their minds are immortal, no matter how long they are. The time can't leave a trace.

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

He is just like the old Tianji old man, with a martial arts realm that is extraordinary and refined, but he no longer has the blood of a martial artist.

Therefore, He Heng just sent a few top experts from the Tsing Yi Building, and it was enough to take him down.

If it were Xie Xiaofeng, the Tsing Yi Lou master sent by He Heng was at the top of the world, no less than Xiongzi and Shuai Yifan, but it was absolutely impossible to deal with him.

Soon, the sound of shouting cut through the long night, the fire burned through several attics, and the silhouettes of the ashes were mourning, and the sky seemed like day.

"Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle Tong!" Qingqing looked at the fire that filled the sky, wailing desperately, her delicate face full of disbelief and despair.

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

At this time, dozens of figures wrapped in green clothes quickly retreated from there, and brought a few people who were firmly under control to He Heng and respectfully saluted.

"Report to the landlord, the task you ordered has been completed, and these old guys were all captured by us."

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

"Many thanks to the landlord for your appreciation." Those people quickly respected He Heng.

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