Peng De's laughter suddenly came to an abrupt end.

A cold and lonely moonlight shone in front of most of the collapsed temples.

The temperature at night seemed to get colder.

A loud and clear sound.

Peng De gently shook the sword in his hand, a faint smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and said softly: "Listen to what you said, I can be considered half of Wu Daozi's apprentice. No matter what he has advised you or told you, he will have a half-teacher friendship."

"I killed Wu Daozi, and it is reasonable for you to avenge him, but unfortunately, you so-called geniuses of cultivation are always so self-righteous and arrogant, which is disgusting. If you want to kill me with your own hands, I will be as you wish, and I just hope you won't regret it."

All his words were ironic.

Li Mengzhou said lightly: "Then is it too late for me to regret it now?"

Peng De's mouth twitched, and his speech was in a while.

Then he became angry.

He just subconsciously wanted to mock this ignorant young man. If the boy really regretted it because of this and asked Gu Shiyan to take action, it would be Peng De who regretted saying that.

No, to be precise, he regrets it now.

He glanced at Gu Shiyan who was watching the battle with some fear, and his body froze a little.

When Li Mengzhou saw his appearance, he curled his lips contemptuously. Of course, he would not regret the words he wanted to kill Peng De with his own hands. He just thought Peng De's inexplicable smug look was ridiculous and couldn't help but argue.

Peng De also quickly realized that he was being fooled.

He was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to say a word of nonsense. The moment he picked up the sword, an invisible sword energy slashed towards Li Mengzhou.

Although he was severely injured by Gu Shiyan and even the Qihai was affected, it did not hinder his slight action. As long as it was not a large-scale action, the tearing pain could be temporarily ignored.

The sword energy came in the wind, rolling up smoke and dust like waves, slapped at Li Mengzhou.

Li Mengzhou's eyes became brighter.

The guess is far from being true or reliable as you see with your own eyes.

Peng De's sword no longer had the oppressive feeling as before, or it was not as terrifying as before. Moreover, Peng De had set out his sword with anger and would not have hidden weaknesses. This undoubtedly proves that Peng De was indeed seriously injured at this moment. Perhaps his realm has not changed, but his strength has fallen out of the four realms.

It seemed as if a bright sun had emerged in the mountains.

The Zui Meng Sword was slowly pulled out of the sheath.

A clanging sound.

The sword light flashed.

Thunder sounded faintly from the dark sky.

The sheath of Zui Meng Sword is hidden with an extremely domineering sword intent. The moment the sword body and the sheath are separated, the sword intent is like a tiger out of the cage, accompanied by the thunder sound of the tiger and leopard, flying towards Peng De.

......

Li Mengzhou looked down at the sword in his hand.

He had a strange thought in his mind.

Zui Meng Jian was first released when he killed Dan Tai Jing outside Jialan Temple, but in fact, at that time, Zui Meng Jian was not stained with blood.

Since then, Zui Meng Jian has been buried in the sea of ​​qi.

When Pei Ruyu was killed, the Zui Meng Sword was truly stained with blood.

For a long time, Zui Meng Jian was in the sea of ​​energy and never showed his sharpness again.

This is the third time tonight.

After slashing out the sword, Li Mengzhou suddenly realized the close connection between him and the Zui Meng Jian.

The sword intent that broke the sheath did not belong entirely to Li Mengzhou. Part of it was the sword intent of that person at that time. This old sword intent is only a frightening effect at present. He also thought so, but the sword just now gave him a feeling of palpitations, and he almost couldn't hold the hilt of the sword.

Drunk dreams have spirits, longing to stain blood.

He didn't understand why he could cut out such a very special sword intent, but he could only explain that perhaps the degree of fit between himself and the Zui Meng Sword was higher.

Gu Shiyan also saw the sword.

Her eyes didn't look away for a long time.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

......

That dazzling sword penetrated the entire sky, as if it had traveled to the end of the sky.

Peng De stared at the sword in a daze.

He couldn't believe that this was a sword that a mere third-level cultivator could cut.

Even at his heyday, with his fourth realm cultivation, he would never be able to cut such a sword.

He suddenly realized that the young man was a sword cultivator.

It is different from those monks in the mountain gate.

Due to the decline of sword cultivators, except in the Western Jin Dynasty, practitioners from all countries would not care too much about sword cultivators, and some were only afraid of those famous great sword cultivators.

Peng De, who has been hiding in the market for many years, has seen many mountain sword cultivators. At least in the mountains, many of them are respected. Because the sword cultivators' swords are too powerful, many mountain sword cultivators can kill opponents stronger than themselves. Even though the realm they cross is very small, in the mountain world that is endangered everywhere, it is a terrible thing to have this kind of guarantee.

It is common for monks in the mountains and fields to fight with each other in disagreement, because they have no rules and plunder each other and believe that the absolute winner is the king. It is also common for a group of people to humiliate a person. In the mountains and fields, a sword cultivator is not terrible, but a terrifying group of sword cultivators. With that kind of cooperation, sword cultivator is almost invincible.

Therefore, except for those mountain monks who claim to be high above, no one among the wild cultivators is willing to provoke sword cultivators.

In this understanding, Peng De would have a sense of fear of the sword cultivator.

When he was in Udon Mountain, he didn't care about just two young men with three realms of cultivation. In addition, he broke into the fourth realm, so naturally there would be no situation where he did not dare to take action because he was afraid of the power of the sword cultivator.

Although Li Mengzhou is just alone now, it still gives Peng De a different feeling.

In his opinion, only a sword cultivator could cut such a sword.

And it is definitely not an ordinary sword cultivator.

He suddenly realized that Li Mengzhou's previous actions to stop Gu Shiyan were not all young and frivolous, nor was he stupid, but he thought he had such strength.

The sword hung high in the sky, turned into a cold starlight, and fell towards Peng De in an instant.

In the entire night sky, the floating dark clouds seemed to have changed color, as if they were burning.

The so-called burning of clouds is like this.

Li Mengzhou's expression calmly urged his mind to the extreme. Although Peng De was seriously injured and his strength was greatly reduced, he was a great monk in the fourth realm and would not be so confident that he could easily kill the other party.

This sword must be the strongest sword.

Even if possible, surpass the strongest.

He looked at Peng De with a condescending look, a trace of pain appeared deep in his eyes, his frown brows trembled slightly, but his murderous intent gradually rose to the top.

"You will be the first Fourth Realm monk I killed. Perhaps many years later, I will not forget this scene. Now, you can die with peace of mind."

The muffled thunder rolled through the red clouds burned by the sword energy, and whether the sword was in line with such a terrifying momentum, it was scary enough.

Even though Peng De knew that there was something wrong with the sword in the boy's hand, the terrifying sword intent could only scare people, but when he looked at the picture in front of him, his body still couldn't help but tremble, and his mind trembled violently.

He could only use his anger to hide his inner fear and shouted: "I have entered the four realms. I have encountered so many dangers and killed many opponents in most of my life, but I am still alive. With you a mere yellow child, you dare to say irresponsible to kill me!? Idiot! A complete idiot!"

Li Mengzhou looked at him calmly and said, "This sword is my strongest sword. Even if a strong person who is close to the fourth level cannot easily take it. Besides, you are seriously injured at this moment and no longer have the strength of the fourth level. As long as it is not the fourth level, I will kill you, it will be easy."

"This is because of your arrogance? Even if I drag my old body and my strength falls out of the four realms, you are not qualified to kill me!"

Peng De shouted in anger: "You can't kill me. That sword is just a scary thing. Even if you cut out the power that is comparable to the peak of the fourth realm, you are just a small cultivator in the third realm. He is just a show of being stupid!"

Li Mengzhou looked at Peng De as if he was crazy and remained silent.

He came for revenge.

Only by doing this kind of thing yourself can you resolve the unhappiness in your heart.

His belief in taking revenge was not strong, and it was completely different from his desire to kill Dan Tai Jing or even Qin Chengyi. However, seeing a great monk in the fourth realm was completely confused and raging ghost howls, a sense of pleasure still surged in his heart.

"My purpose here today is to kill you."

Li Mengzhou looked at the sword that was whispering from the sky and said softly: "Then I will definitely be able to kill you."

As his words fell, the sword finally slashed.

There was a loud bang.

Accompanied by Peng De's shrill scolding, the sword cut off the sword in Peng De's hand and slashed heavily on him.

The air waves gushed, smoke and dust spread all over the sky, scattering and leaving.

The ravines slashed by the terrifying sword marks would completely destroy most of the collapsed temples. The ravines stretched for hundreds of meters. The scorching breath touched the nearby collapsed wooden blocks, and the flames spread rapidly around.

As a strong wind blows, thunderstorms pour down.

The fire, which had not yet been in a prairie fire, was severely hit, and the traces were destroyed, leaving behind large scattered traces.

Gu Shiyan, who was standing in the distance and watching, silently held up an umbrella.

Peng De's muffled voice came out through the heavy rain, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He looked at the young man holding the sword with a decadent look on his face, and opened his mouth to say something, but his body fell back with a bang, leaving no breath.

Li Mengzhou's right hand holding the sword trembled violently, his skin was red, cold sweat crawled over his face, and he couldn't help but snorted. The sword fell from his hand, and he half-kneeled on the ground.

No matter how much Peng De's strength fell from the fourth realm, he was still a great cultivator in the fourth realm. Although he killed the other party with one sword, Li Mengzhou was not feeling well.

The consequence of activating power far beyond his own limit is paralysis of the right arm, which may even be even more serious. If you do not receive proper follow-up treatment, this right arm may be destroyed.

The swordsman who loses the keenest right hand is like a chef who cooks without a spoon and grabs it with his hands. Not to mention whether he can cook a good dish, these hands are definitely not allowed.
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