The sound of the collision of sword qi and sword qi echoed in the mountains and forests, and every inch of ripple knocked down a jungle.

The sword qi is like a net, and Peng Yiming is reborn with the sword qi breaking the net.

The sword qi is like a mountain, and it rises up with the sword qi.

The sword qi is like a river, and it turns the tide with the sword qi.

This is a battle to the death, at the very least, the man with the knife has a heart to die.

If he had to say that he had any regrets, yes, he just thought that if he could die in the Tianxing Palace a hundred miles away, it would be fine.

It's a pity. It's in this what Tenglong Mountain.

Tenglong Mountain, can the real forehead rise from the dragon?

A battle, which has been going on for two hours.

During this period, none of the four wanted to stop Chen Xueen, which made Peng Yiming really feel a little strange, after all, since they could catch up 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 and delay Chen Xueen for more time with the knife in his hand.

But they didn't even have such thoughts, which made Peng Yiming feel very strange.

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

One of the Heavenly Saints finally laughed.

"Looks like you're not too stupid. Listening to the person's voice, I always felt dry and very awkward, normal people speak through the vocal cords and through the mouth, but the voice of the person in front of me seems to come out of the throat.

"Haha, it's boring!" Peng Yiming said, "Your Heavenly Palace is completely superfluous!"

"Why?" the man asked, frowning.

"Even if you don't use such a trick, in fact, we will still kill your Tianxing Palace. Peng Yiming said with a smile.

"......" The four Heavenly Saints were speechless.

In fact, they are still very curious in their hearts, this guy with a big sword, even if he is already a cultivator of the Lingjiang realm, he can't think that Tianxing Palace is easy to bully, right?

The number one sect in the hidden world for so many years, is the background something they can imagine?

For example, the Zhutian Sage who appeared in front of Peng Yiming now was just a hole card of Tianxing Palace.

Could it be that they could think that except for one Bai Qimei in the Tianxing Palace, there were only four of them left?

It's ridiculous!

"No matter what, today, you have to die here!" After the dry-speaking Zhutian Saint finished saying this, he had already rushed towards Peng Yiming again.

The handle of the big knife in Peng Yiming's hand jumped on the palm of his hand, and he shouted: "It's good!" and then 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 didn't dare to drag it on for fear of other variables.

The five men fought from the top of the mountain to the middle of the mountain, and from the middle of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.

Looking from the sidelines, the originally lush and leafy Tenglong Mountain seems to have been torn off a piece of skin by some immortal, and a bare straight line stands between the peaks, perpendicular to the heaven and earth, revealing a hideous appearance.

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

For a long time, Peng Yiming stood in the middle of the four people, his clothes were already tightly attached to his body, sweat was raining, his head and hair were densely covered with beads of sweat, falling down his cheeks.

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

After thinking about it, he tore a strip of rag from his clothes and wrapped the knife firmly around his hand.

In this process, none of the four Heavenly Saints pounced.

It's not because they're soft-hearted, and it's not because they respect Peng Yiming's character of Fang Xiu who died in battle.

In their eyes, Peng Yiming is their enemy, the enemy of Tianxing Palace, since this is the case, why should they think so much, even Xiao Yao is not the kind of person who will be soft on the enemy, let alone them?

The reason why they don't do it is also because they are recuperating.

Peng Yiming is like a trapped beast fight, and they will be idle?

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

"Come again!" Peng Yiming was angry, and after drinking, he raised the big knife in his hand high again.

It's another back and forth, only this time, Peng Yiming has an extra sword mark on his body.

However, one of the Zhutian saints at the peak of the late stage of Linghe on the opposite side was also slashed by Peng Yiming.

It doesn't sound like much, but if you think about it carefully, you will realize that this is a completely loss-making business, even if Peng Yiming really killed one of the other party, one life for another, but he Peng Yiming only has one life, and now there are four Heavenly Saints in front of him.

Kill one, aren't there still three?

Peng Yiming didn't have time to think so much, the current situation was very unfavorable to him no matter which angle he looked at.

The only thing he can do is to pull a few more pads before he dies, and when he gets below, he sees those brothers in the Cloud Hall before, at least he can shout at the top of his throat, Lao Tzu will not lose!

The voice was dry, like a saint who had cultivated to the highest heaven, and he took the lead, trembling with Peng Yiming, and at the end of the sword, he handed out another sword.

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

This gave Peng Yiming a headache.

If in terms of strength and state of mind, this old guy in front of him can't be his opponent at all, but while fighting with the other party, he still has to be on guard against the remaining three at all times, God knows when they will suddenly kill?

Suddenly, another Lingjiang Realm Zhutian Saint also joined the battle, and stabbed a sword towards Peng Yiming's chest.

Peng Yiming kicked out a kick to force the other party back, but a cold wind suddenly hit behind him, with years of keen intuition, his body was slightly on one side, but he was still hit by a sword, directly passing through the right side of his waist, fortunately avoiding the vital point.

He stretched out his hand to cover the wound, took a few steps back, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"Despicable!" Peng Yiming, even if he has a good character, wants to scold his mother at this time.

It was quite enjoyable before, but now, it is completely pressed and beaten, and you have to watch out for these people all the time.

It's like cat and mouse.

His heart was indeed depressed to the extreme.

"Hmph, if you are stronger, you can kill the four of us, what is despicable and not despicable?" said one of the Heavenly Saints, "Before, you killed three Taoist priests in a row and crushed them with your realm, isn't this despicable?"

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

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

The four swords intertwined to form a sword formation, trapping Peng Yiming firmly.

"Break it for me!" Peng Yiming roared angrily after standing up, and the knife in his hand set off a wave of anger.

The figures of the four people didn't even sway at all, and they still came towards Peng Yiming.

"Lao Tzu really has to die here?" Peng Yiming felt extremely sad in his heart.

He subconsciously turned his face and looked in the southeast direction.

"Young master, hall master, brothers of the Cloud Palace, I'm afraid I won't be able to ride the Tianxing Palace with you......"

However, just when Peng Yiming was already preparing to die, a thunderous sound suddenly sounded above their heads.

Then a pillar of light descended from the sky, forcing the four men back and crushing their sword formation.

"You're not dead yet, you're ready to lie in a coffin?" a somewhat vicissitudes of life sounded like it came from above the clouds.

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

"Xuankong Dao Chief, you dare to be the enemy of our Tianxing Palace!" the dry-voiced Zhutian Sage said angrily above his head.

Dressed in a white robe, it fell from the sky and landed in front of the four people, blocking Peng Yiming behind him.

"Why don't you dare?" Xuankong Dao Chang snorted coldly, waved the dust in his hand, and scolded, "You can just kill people, but I can't save people?"

...... "Those four Heavenly Saints one by one, you look at me, I look at you, they all have a little headache."

If it's just a Xuankong Dao Master who wants to make a move, they won't have a chance.

But now, there are several surging auras around them coming towards them.

Obviously, this time, the Xuankong Dao Master also pulled out all the family backgrounds of their Flood Desolation Dao.

"Do you think that just these people can leave the four of us behind?" the Heavenly Saint asked.

"Do you think you can't?" asked the Xuankong Dao Elder with a cold snort.

The faces of the four men were a little ugly.

"Don't worry, I don't plan to leave you behind, so as long as you retreat now, I promise that I won't forcibly leave you, how about it?" asked the Xuankong Dao Chief.

"Okay, let's kill this guy from the Sky Palace!"

Xuankong Dao Chang sighed, looked at the Zhutian Sage who had been slashed by Peng Yiming before with a foolish look, and said, "I really don't understand, are you stupid alone, or are you all fools in the entire Tianxing Palace?

Then, Xuankong Dao Chang squinted his eyes and was full of pride: "Now, it's up to me to decide." ”

“……”

In the end, it was the strongest Zhutian Sage who made a quick decision, waved his big hand, and the four of them turned around and left, without any drag.

Even if the Xuankong Dao Elder really had no way to leave them behind, but in such a situation, they still wanted to kill Peng Yiming, which was a dream.

Falling short!