All Heavens Immortal Martial Arts

He Heng lightly glanced at a few people who were taken, an old man and an old woman.

"Grandpa, grandma?" Seeing these three people, Qingqing cried frantically there.

"Qingqing!" The old woman looked at Qingqing with a little kindness in her eyes, "Don't be afraid, don't cry, the people I teach can only shed tears once in their life, and you have already saved them once for your husband."

Qingqing nodded his head, with sorrow in his eyes. Ding Peng, who was already a little crazy, showed a trace of guilt and tenderness in his eyes, and hugged her gently.

At this moment, the old man suddenly opened his turbid eyes, revealing a cold light, looked at He Heng, but did not panic and said: "Your Excellency is the master of Tsing Yi, I didn't expect that this martial arts has always been mysterious and has the reputation of banishing immortals. Longevity Sword Bai Yujing is actually the owner of this notorious Tsing Yi 108 Floor, as expected, you can't look like a man!"

After the battle just now, he naturally knew where He Heng's subordinates came from, and with the information of the Demon Sect, even if he had been away from the world for many years, he would not be unaware of He Heng's identity. Without He Heng hiding his identity, the demon sect leader could recognize him at a glance.

He Heng smiled coldly, ignoring the sarcasm in his words, looking down at the other party, and said indifferently: "Who would have thought that the cholera martial arts, the demon leader who swept the world, turned into this ridiculous 'fox' now, Hiding in this remote valley. You who were able to fight Xie Xiaofeng in the past, can you still afford a knife now?"

He Heng's icy words made the old man's hands tremble violently, and he was silent for a while. He looked at He Heng indifferently and sighed: "Yes, I'm old! If I were back then, how could I be under your control? I hold it, but now it's impossible, the rivers and lakes are no longer my era."

The old man's eyes were filled with confusion and sighs, and a little ashes appeared in his deep eyes, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, a kind of desolate air permeated.

He Heng couldn't help but sigh, this is the sorrow of mortals, no matter how beautiful you are, how powerful you are in the world, or you are invincible in the world, when you arrive, you are no more than a pile of yellow sky, you can't escape the sword of time, and you are in harmony with the vastness of heaven and earth. How small is the human body?

That's why he asked for detachment. Only by detaching from the shackles of this world and breaking the limits of life can there be endless years for him to pursue a broader path.

Life has a limit, Tao has no limit!

It is a lonely road, a desolate road, and at the end of the road, you will find that you are the only one left beside you.

"I don't understand. My Demon Sect and your Tsing Yi Building have always been well watered, so why are you coming here to deal with me this time?" The old man's turbid eyes suddenly filled with a hint of brightness under the endless ashes, and he looked at He Heng with some doubts. .

He Heng walked in front of him and said faintly: "We naturally have no hatred, we are just in the world. Do we need a reason to kill someone? To say a reason, it's just a word of interest."

"Benefits? Haha..." The old man laughed, with tears in his laughter, looked at He Heng deeply, and said madly: "Yes, yes, I haven't been in the arena for too long, and I forgot about this. Cruel, the big fish always eat the small fish, and the strong are respected. You don’t need any reason to destroy my demon sect, as long as the interests are enough.”

"It's fine if you understand. For the sake of being a hero before, I'll let you understand this time." He Heng looked at the old man coldly, his tone indifferent.

At this time, the old man asked again, "I wonder if there is something in my demon sect that can make you tempted?"

He Heng said indifferently: "The ultimate magic of the devil's teaching, the wishful heavenly devil, the series of eight styles, and the great compassion of the yin and yang of heaven and earth."

The old man's eyes narrowed sharply, looked at He Heng, and said: "So you are for these two martial arts, and yes, people in the world, who do not covet the secrets of magic, just didn't think that a person like you who is at the top of the martial arts would also Will see me teach peculiar learning."

"The stone of other mountains can attack jade." He Heng glanced at the old man and said, "With your realm, you should understand that at my level, if you want to go further, you must gather the strengths of hundreds of schools, thousands of people. Only by returning to the current state can we leap to a new level above the peak, and for this, I can do anything."

"Indeed, I understand." The old man nodded. Although he had lost the mood of his youth and his combat power was not as good as before, his understanding of martial arts had not declined, and he naturally understood He Heng's thoughts and realms.

Immediately, he turned around and stared at He Heng: "Do you think I will entrust you with my teaching of supreme magic? Even if I die, I won't give in."

He Heng sneered: "Of course I know you're not afraid of death, but have you ever thought about it for others?"

With that said, He Heng indifferently looked at the old woman and the big man beside him, then looked at Qingqing and Ding Peng.

He smiled and said, "As long as you name those two martial arts, I'll let them go. You should know that I didn't lie?"

There was some hesitation in the old man's eyes. Although he didn't care about his own life and death, he had to care about others.

He understands that his wife and subordinates are willing to die for him, but he does not want to see his granddaughter wither at such a young age.

The inheritance of the Demon Sect cannot be cut off from him.

He is very optimistic about the young man Ding Peng. With him, the Demon Sect will continue to flourish. He cannot let him die here.

Just when the old man was hesitating, the big man who was caught by the men in blue suddenly let out a low roar, frantically broke free from the restraints, and shouted, "Old master, don't be threatened by him because of us, don't."

The old man's expression froze, and when he was about to say something else, He Heng jumped up and appeared beside the big man, drinking coldly, "Noisy!"

Whisper!

The sword of longevity rolled, and a dazzling sword light was extremely deadly. In an instant, it passed through the big man's throat, and he fell silently.

"Tong Tuo!" The old man roared with grief and tears. He was betrayed by his subordinates. Among the four elders, as long as the copper camel is loyal to him, he will not betray him, but he does not want today...

"Uncle Tong." Qingqing was also roaring over there, and was grabbed by Ding Peng, who was also sad.

He Heng took back the sword in his hand, looked at the old man with extremely cold eyes, and said, "If you don't make a decision, I will kill them all one by one. You know, I have decided that I can do what I say."

Everyone's eyes turned to the old man, to the sword in He Heng's hand.

The next moment, the old man sighed sadly, looked at He Heng with complicated eyes, and said, "You know, I have no choice."

"Very good, the person who knows the current affairs is a handsome man." He Heng smiled and winked, and the men in Tsing Yi immediately put the old woman next to the old man.

He Heng looked at the old man and said, "I always count what I say. As long as you tell me all the secrets of those two martial arts, I guarantee that they can all get out of here."

"Okay, I'll tell you." The old man nodded silently, and then softly told He Heng a large number of formulas, telling the secret of the magic sword and the heaven and the earth, the yin and yang great compassion. .

He Heng remembered it after listening to it once, and then he secretly understood it and looked at the old man after confirming that it was correct.

"Yes, you didn't lie to me, and I will keep my promise." He Heng's tone suddenly became cold: "Now I can send you on your way."

"Come on!" The old man closed his eyes sadly.

The sword of longevity was unsheathed, and the splendid sword light shone, tearing apart the long dark night, and the sword qi suddenly spit out.

"Pfft..."

The old man suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was blocked by an old figure in front of him. This was his wife, that old woman.

"Why do you do this? It's useless, why should you sacrifice yourself..." The old man grabbed her old hands tightly, his eyes filled with sadness.

A smile called happiness filled the corner of the old woman's mouth. She looked at the old man without saying a word.

But the old man understood what she meant. After decades of ups and downs, she was always with him in the end.

"In the chat and laughter of Huangtu Baye, it is impossible to get drunk in life." The old man laughed wildly, looking at the old wife in his arms, his eyes filled with tenderness: "I'm here to accompany you."

Whisper!

The Longevity Sword slashed again, and a blood flower splashed on the old man's chest.

"Grandpa, grandma!" Qingqing whimpered in Ding Peng's arms.

At this moment, Ding Peng also forgot that Qingqing and the others deceived him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ stared at He Heng with hatred, his eyes were full of grief.

In any case, Qingqing and the others were always kind to him. They gave him hope when he was most desperate, and their deception didn't hurt him. And this man ruined everything here!

Ding Peng looked sadly at the three corpses lying on the ground, and then looked at the pavilion that was burned to ashes, with hatred and anger in his eyes.

He Heng also saw him and smiled coldly.

For Ding Peng, he is more optimistic. In the original novel of the Scimitar of the Moon, it took him only a few years to reach the same level as Xie Xiaofeng. This is indeed a talent.

So he plans to let him go today, because Ding Peng is one of the few people in this world who can fight him in the next few years, so he can't just waste it.

Wudi is the loneliest, He Heng understands this, and now he has an uncontrollable urge to return to the world of the big heaven immediately, because there are endless powerhouses waiting for him to fight, unlike here, where opponents are hard to find .

Looking at Ding Peng casually, he motioned dozens of people in Tsing Yi to leave.

Ding Peng looked at his back, clenched his fists fiercely, his eyes filled with hatred.

Love and hate are the forces that can stimulate a person's potential the most, so He Heng wants to stimulate Ding Peng's hatred so that he can grow up quickly and fight him!

This may be a bit deadly, like some villain boosters deliberately cultivate enemies and then successfully counterattack, but He Heng really wants a strong enough opponent! If Ding Peng can really win against him, the big deal is to give him his life. Anyway, this is not his real body.

Dawn has broken in the east, dawn has come, a morning sun is rising, and the dawn dispels the long night.

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