All Heavens Immortal Martial Arts

The hazy moonlight, soft like water, also seemed extraordinarily cold.

The sky is oppressive, and the firmament is low.

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

He slashed straight and slashed out, making a slash in the middle, so ghosts and gods don't worry.

This knife light seems to have a magical nature, which makes all living beings intoxicated and inadvertently split into two.

Whisper!

He Heng suddenly drew his sword out of the scabbard. The light of the sword was brighter than the light of stars. The sword energy was like a river swept across the sky, swept in all directions. There was endless order under the chaos, weaving a huge net of sword energy, covering the sword light.

Keng!

The sound of the metal crashing through the long night was exceptionally crisp and sweet.

Ding Peng's complexion suddenly changed. On his right arm, a hole appeared clearly at this moment, and blood was overflowing.

This is a sword wound, caused by a sword qi just now.

Under the 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, avenge Qingqing's grandfather, and Yixue's humiliation in the past?"

"No! Come again!" Ding Peng drank abruptly, his eyes filled with hatred and unwillingness, and he waved the knife in his hand that seemed to have a magical nature and gave him infinite confidence.

A mysterious light suddenly swept across the green blade of water, unlike in the mortal world.

"God Slash!"

The shadow of the sword is flying, cutting out from innumerable angles, as if it is omnipresent and endless.

Gradually, the endless knife light gradually decreased, no, it can't be said to be less, but it was merging, thousands of knives converged into one, and Ding Peng's figure was gradually disappearing, becoming blurred, nothingness.

The moonlight is as pale as water, hazy, bright and bright. Finally, Ding Peng's figure disappeared together with thousands of sword lights, leaving only one sword light.

A most dazzling knife light.

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

"It's interesting." He Heng said softly, his eyes suddenly brightened, and a dazzling sword energy burst out in it.

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

But it gives people a feeling of inescapability. It has blocked all directions and changes. No matter what you do, you can't escape the only knife in the sky and the ground.

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night, and Qing Luo's small fan fluttered the fireflies.

The dull light of the sword is beautiful, full of beauty and charm, but it is the most terrifying and terrifying in the world.

The light of the sword is coming.

At this moment, the longevity sword in He Heng's hand suddenly stabbed out, facing the dazzling sword light suddenly.

Whoops!

A trembling trembling, like the ripples produced when a stone falls to the surface of the water, is particularly noticeable in the silence of the night.

The sword energy was intertwined with the light of the sword. The two seemed to be fighting against each other, but in reality it was just a simple collision.

The air froze for a moment, then the terrifying light of the knife disappeared suddenly, and the shadow of the knife collapsed.

Ding Peng's muscles burst into his hands, and he firmly held the machete in his hand, looking at He Heng with a sullen face.

Just now, he cut out the "God Knife Cut" that gathered more than 30,000 knives and exhausted the extreme changes in the way of the blade. He thought that no one in the world could break it. And He Heng, with just the tip of the sword, completely collapsed his flawless sword, which was unimaginable for him.

"Your sword is indeed the ultimate in the changes of the Dao of the Sword, and it is indeed flawless..." He Heng seemed to see Ding Peng's thoughts, and said lightly: "It's just that the sword has no flaws, you However, there are flaws in the person. You want to kill me with one knife and take revenge. If you have hatred in your heart, the knife is naturally impure, and there is a flaw in the knife that originally had no flaws, and your perfect knife, as long as there is a trace of it A flaw, it will collapse. It's a pity, a pity..."

He Heng is very sorry, Ding Peng is a very potential person, it is a pity that he has not enough experience now, he can't achieve the goal of forgetting both things and me, without a knife, without me, and achieving the realm of a **** in a knife, he can't be called him at all. The opponent, and now, he can only choose to destroy him.

With a sudden burst of sword energy, He Heng was about to stab Ding Peng to end his life.

Ding Peng also seemed to have not seen He Heng's sword, with ashes on his face, allowing the sword energy to pierce his chest.

He originally came to take revenge with infinite confidence, but now, his most proud knife is completely vulnerable to the opponent. This is an unparalleled blow to him, which makes him despair.

Although with his martial arts, there is no problem in resisting He Heng more than ten moves, but his heart is dead and he has no faith at all. It means nothing to him to live for a while, he just wants to end his ridiculous life. , so he chose not to resist.

As the sword breathed out, it was about to pierce Ding Peng's chest. At this moment, He Heng's right wrist suddenly shook, and the sword of the Longevity Sword suddenly changed, slashing horizontally behind him.

Ping!

A violent spark suddenly splashed, and the Longevity Sword collided with a flying knife that suddenly appeared in the air, rubbing terrifying sparks.

The sword of longevity is made of a rare iron in the world, and it is held in He Heng's hands, and its power is inexhaustible. And that flying knife was made of the most common iron. After flying out, it was exhausted, so naturally it could not be compared with the Longevity Sword.

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

He Heng also turned around and looked at a pillar in the distance. Under the hazy moonlight, there stood a melancholy and sad old man with white hair, coughing non-stop, holding an ordinary handle in his hand. The flying knife is carving something.

"Little Li Feidao, 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 old eyes, and then stared at He Heng: "Young man, if you have to spare others, why do you want to kill people in vain?"

Before He Heng could express, Li Xunhuan looked at Ding Peng again and sighed, "You are only in your early twenties now, it is a good time, you have a wife and children, so why should you seek death blindly? You will understand how precious life is."

His words were very plain, but it seemed to reveal an indescribable magic power, which made people agree in the deepest part of their hearts. This is a unique charm.

Ding Peng looked at Li Xunhuan with dead eyes, as if some vitality appeared.

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

Then, he opened his arms, and the infuriating energy swept through, turning into the most terrifying air pressure, and hugged Ding Peng, who was still a little slow to respond because he was immersed in grief.

Pong!

The violent sound roared through the long night, and Ding Peng's stunned eyes were still vivid in his eyes, but his people had turned into a blood mist, floating between the heavens and the earth.

Li Xunhuan didn't react at all, and Ding Peng was completely reduced to ashes. He stared blankly at He Heng, who was wiping the blood on his body, and at the flying knife that had not yet been issued in his hand, and said in pain: "Everyone has only one life, and no one has the right to deprive others of their lives. It's not a threat to you, why don't you let him go?"

He Heng smiled coldly: "I let him go once last time, and I told him that the next time he comes to see me, I'll decide not to let it go. I've always been a man of my word."

Li Xun Huan couldn't bear to look at the **** fog, then stared at He Heng stubbornly, then looked at the study, and finally sighed, "It's rare for you to have such achievements at your age, if you follow the right path~www. wuxiaspot.com~ It will surely last forever, why should you be obsessed with it, and want to do such a treacherous thing today?"

"Hmph, what is the use for me? My generation has always only competed for the day and the night. The so-called false reputation of the later generations is just a false name. If I die, I will care about the flood!" He Heng sneered, looking at Li Xunhuan: "It's you, you shouldn't have come."

"It's a pity that I have to come." Li Xunhuan's expression was melancholy and inexplicable, "I am a seven-scholar from the Li family, and I have enjoyed the full favor of the emperor. Today, His Majesty is in trouble, but I am bound to do so, and I can't just sit back and watch the country and the people suffer..."

"Then are you ready for the funeral?" He Heng looked at Li Xun Huan coldly, with a murderous aura, as if he was looking at a dead man.

In fact, He Heng could kill Ding Peng without Li Xunhuan reacting, and naturally he could also kill Li Xunhuan before he did anything.

Li Xun Huan is one of the top masters in the world, but his strongest is only the sword that never fails. His own martial arts are not top notch at all.

If he wanted to, any peak expert in the world could kill him before he took the knife, but basically no one would do it.

Because every one of the top masters in the world has their own pride, they all want to be like Shangguan Jin Hong, trying to see if they can take Li Xun Huan's shot.

He Heng is no exception.

Even though he knew that this idea was killing him, he still wanted to give it a try.

Although Li Xun Huan had stabbed him just now, that stab was mainly aimed at saving people. It didn't have much murderous intent at all, and its power was naturally not at its peak. What He Heng wanted to see was Li Xun Huan's most terrifying and strongest slash.

He Heng stared at Li Xun Huan coldly, and said lightly, "I'll give you one chance, one chance to strike."

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