The collision of sword energy and sword energy echoed in the mountains and forests, and every inch of ripples pulled down a piece of jungle.

Sword Qi is like a net, and Peng Yiming breaks the net with his sword Qi to be reborn.

Sword Qi is like a mountain, so it shakes the mountain with the sword.

With sword spirit like a river, he turned the tide with sword strength.

This is a deadly battle. At the very least, the man carrying the knife has a mortal heart.

If he had to say there was any regret, he was just thinking, it would be fine if he could die in the heavenly palace a hundred miles away.

Pity. What is Tenglong Mountain here.

Tenglong Mountain, can Tenglong really rise?

A battle has lasted for two hours.

During the period, none of the four wanted to stop Chen Xueen, which made Peng Yiming really feel a little weird. After all, since they could chase here, it was impossible not to know that Chen Xueen was walking with him this time. Even if Peng Yiming is confident, even if these people really want to catch up with Chen Xueen, it is not difficult for him to stop them from delaying Chen Xueen with the knife in his hand.

But they had never even thought of it, which made Peng Yiming feel very weird.

But soon, he came back to his senses, his pupils suddenly contracted, and asked: "You just let Chen Xueen away deliberately, and then led the young master and others to the Tianxing Palace?"

One of the Zhutian saints finally laughed.

"It seems that you are not too stupid." Hearing the voice of that person, he always felt dry and awkward. Normal people spoke through the vocal cords and through the mouth, while the voice of the person in front of you listened to it, but it looked like It came from the throat.

"Haha, it's boring!" Peng Yiming said, "You are totally unnecessary in this Heavenly Palace!"

"Why did you say this?" the man frowned and asked.

"Even if you don't use such a trick, we will actually kill you in the Heavenly Palace." Peng Yiming said with a smile.

"..." The four Zhutian Saints were all speechless.

In fact, they are still very curious in their hearts. This guy with a big sword, even if he is already a practitioner in the Lingjiang realm, can't just think that Tianxinggong is just bullying, right?

Is the background of the first martial art in the hidden world for so many years imaginable?

For example, the Saint Zhutian who appeared in front of Peng Yiming was just a hole card of the Heavenly Palace.

Can they think that apart from one white eyebrow, there are only four of them in the Tianxing Palace?

It's ridiculous!

"In any case, today, you have to die here!" After the dry-spoken Saint Zhutian said these words, he rushed towards Peng Yiming again.

The hilt of the big knife in Peng Yiming's hand jumped on the palm of his hand, and he yelled, "Good job!" Then he rushed over.

When the man rushed towards Peng Yiming, the remaining three people also pressed towards Peng Yiming from different directions.

After the previous fierce battle, they also realized that this Lingjiang realm cultivator was definitely not so easy to deal with.

They dare not continue to drag down, because they are afraid that other variables will appear.

Five people hit half way from the mountain, and then hit the bottom of the mountain from the middle of the mountain.

Looking from the sidelines, Tenglong Mountain, which was originally lush and luxuriant, seemed to be torn off a piece of skin by an immortal. A bare straight line stood between the peaks, perpendicular to the sky and the earth, revealing a hideous appearance.

The aura in Peng Yiming's body was completely poured into the big knife in his hand, and the blade was still trembling desperately, as if being given life.

For a long time, Peng Yiming stood among the four, his clothes clinging tightly to his body, sweat was raining down, dense beads of perspiration on his forehead and hair, falling down his cheeks.

He was holding the knife in his hand, trembling desperately at this time, as if he might not be able to hold the knife in his hand at any time.

After thinking for a while, he tore a rag from his clothes and wrapped the knife firmly in his hand.

In this process, none of the four Zhutian saints rushed forward.

It was not because they were soft-hearted, nor was it because they respected Peng Yiming's and Fang Xiu's character.

In their eyes, Peng Yiming is their enemy, the enemy of Tianxinggong, if so, why should they think so much, even Xiao Yao is not the kind of person who is kind to the enemy, let alone them?

The reason why they didn't do it was because they were recuperating and rejuvenating.

Peng Yiming is like a fight between trapped beasts, so they end up leisurely?

When the beasts in the cage counterattack regardless of life and death, it is tantamount to giving them a big problem.

"Come again!" Peng Yi sighed Dantian, after drinking, he raised the big knife in his hand high again.

It was another back and forth, but this time, Peng Yiming had an extra sword mark on his body.

However, one of the Zhutian Saints who were at the peak of the late Linghe period was also cut by Peng Yiming.

It sounds fine, but if you think about it, you will realize that this is a completely loss-making business. Even if Peng Yiming really kills one of the opponents, one life is exchanged for one life, but Peng Yiming only has one life, but now there are four in front of him. Where is the Saint Zhutian.

Kill one, aren’t there three more?

Peng Yiming has no time to think about it so much, and the current situation is very unfavorable for him no matter from which angle it is viewed.

The only thing he could do was to pull a few more cushions before he died, and when he got down there, he saw the brothers in the Cloud Heaven Palace before, at the very least he could scream out, I don’t lose!

That voice was dry, like the Saint Zhutian with the highest cultivation base. He actually took the lead, trembling with Peng Yiming, and then handed out a sword at the end of the sword.

The remaining three people were waiting for an opportunity to find a chance to kill Peng Yiming in this way.

This gave Peng Yiming a headache.

In terms of strength and state of mind, the old guy in front of him could not be his opponent at all, but while fighting the opponent, he must always beware of the remaining three people. God knows when they will suddenly kill. Come up?

Suddenly, another sage Zhutian in the Lingjiang realm joined the battle, and a sword pierced Peng Yiming's chest.

Peng Yiming kicked the opponent back, but there was a cold wind suddenly behind him. With years of keen intuition, he still hit a sword on one side of his body, passing directly through the right side of the waist, so as to avoid it. To the point.

He stretched out his hand to cover the wound, and stepped back again and again, his face instantly pale.

"Despicable!" Even if Peng Yiming has the best character, he wants to scold his mother at this time.

Before, it was quite enjoyable, but now, I have been completely crushed and beaten, and I have to beware of these people all the time.

It's like a cat catching a mouse.

In his heart, he was indeed depressed to the extreme.

"Hmph, if you are stronger, you can kill the four of us, what's so mean and not mean?" said one of the heavenly sages, "Before you killed three Taoist priests in a row and crushed them with realm. Isn't that mean?"

"..." Peng Yiming thought about it carefully, and suddenly felt that what he said was quite reasonable!

The four of them seemed to have been completely worn out by Peng Yiming's patience, and they were killing Peng Yiming at the same time.

The four swords are intertwined to form a sword formation, which firmly traps Peng Yiming.

"Break it for me!" Peng Yiming roared behind him, and the knife in his hand set off a wave of air.

The four figures didn't even sway at all, and they still killed Peng Yiming.

"I really have to die here?" Peng Yiming was extremely sad.

He turned his face subconsciously and looked to the southeast.

"Young Master, Palace Master, brothers of Yunxiao Palace, I'm afraid I won't be able to go to the Heaven Palace with you..."

However, just when Peng Yiming was about to die, a loud thunder blast suddenly rang above their heads.

Then a beam of light descended from the sky, taking the opportunity to force the four to retreat, and even defeated their sword formation.

"It's not dead yet, are you ready to lie in the coffin?" A somewhat vicissitudes of voice, as if from the top of the cloud.

Then, in all directions, more than a dozen people came toward them.

"Daoist Xuankong, you dare to be an enemy of our Tianxing Palace!" The sage Zhutian with a dry voice said angrily at the top of his head.

A white robe descended from the sky and landed in front of the four, blocking Peng Yiming behind him.

"Why don't you dare?" Dao Master Xuankong snorted coldly, shook the dust in his hands, and cursed, "You can kill people, and I can't save people? Besides, it is really the hidden world that belongs to your heavenly palace. The world is gone?"

"..." The four Zhutian saints look at me and I look at you one by one, all of them have a headache.

If only a Xuankong Dao leader wanted to make a move, they would have no chance.

But now, there are still several soaring auras attacking them.

Obviously, this time Dao Master Xuanzang also pulled out their family background.

"Do you think that just these people like you, Honghuangdao, can keep the four of us behind?" the Saint Zhutian asked.

"Don't you think it's okay?" Taoist Xuankong asked with a cold snort.

The faces of the four people were a little ugly.

"Don't worry, I don't plan to have to keep you, so as long as you retreat now, I promise that I won't keep you forcibly, how about it?" asked Taoist Xuankong.

"Yes, let's kill this guy in the Yunxiao Palace!"

Xuan Kong sighed a long sigh, looked at the saint Zhutian who was slashed by Peng Yiming before with a foolish look, and said, "I really don't understand. Are you stupid alone, or your entire Tianxing Palace? People are fools? Is it possible that you still think that the initiative is in your hands?"

Then, Taoist Xuan Kong just squinted his eyes for joy, and said with great pride: "Now, it's me who has the final say."

"..."

In the end, it was the strongest Zhutian Saint who made a decisive decision. With a big wave of his hand, the four turned and left without any drag.

Even though Dao Master Xuankong really couldn't keep them, but under such circumstances, they still wanted to kill Peng Yiming, which was a dream.

Fall short!