Chapter 258, stand above all of you

Lingjian Tianbao, rigid and soft. When Zhu Peng wants to make it a soft sword, it can be strange and changeable. When you want it to be a hard sword, input the slightly changed Zhenyuan, and Tianbao can also be hard and straight. Zhu Peng had done his best to fight with this sword. The Skyfall Sword, which should have been held in one hand, was vigorously pressed by him with both hands, just like a knife. The strong instantaneous explosive power made Ye Xuancang unable to bear it. The whole body was pressed stiffly and knelt down on one knee in front of Zhu Peng.

He held the hilt of the sword in his right hand and the cold front in his left hand, completely ignoring the dripping blood flowing from his left hand. Ye Xuancang had tried his best, but the power of his arms still could not stop Zhu Peng's sword pressing. The sky waterfall sword pressed down little by little, on the top of the head, on the side of the ear, Ye Xuancang's body protection Zhenyuan cover. The sharpness of the spiritual sword forcibly cut Ye Xuancang's body protection Zhenyuan cover under the pressure of great power. One breath, two breath, three breaths, Zhu Peng's body suddenly flashed a faint magnetic electric light, "hissing", like a tear of a rag, covered with a layer of magnetic electric light, and finally tore Ye Xuancang's body protection Zhenyuan. The mask, Shengsheng pressed his sword front, cut off the man's shoulder, and let the warm blood spill out in an instant.

"You lost, and the real shield of body protection has been broken. In your current state, I can cut off your head in an instant by cutting the sword sideways. Even if you press it with all your strength, you can also cut off your shoulder bone little by little. Hanshanyuan, Ye Xuancang, you were defeated and gave me Zhu Peng.

A few words made Ye Xuancang's face pale. He wanted to open his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. What else could he say? For a long time, what I said at the end was desperate words: "I can't imagine that I have done everything and painstakingly, but I still can't fight you, who has been cut to the weakest state. What's the point of living like me, such a person without talent? Kill me, with my head, blood, life and soul, add the brilliance on the flag of King Shura.

After saying that, Ye Xuancang abandoned his sword, and the valuable top-grade spiritual sword was thrown to his side by his hand, making a "bang" echo.

But Zhu Peng took a deep look at the man in front of him, but slowly withdrew the long sword that had crossed his neck. When he choked, the sword weapon returned to the sheath, and Zhu Peng turned around and left. In this way, Ye Xuancang suddenly opened his eyes wide and closed, in which a large amount of red blood spread. He pulled his robe and tried his best to roar at Zhu Peng's back: "Why, why don't you kill me? Don't I, Hanshan Ye Xuancang, am not even qualified to die under your sword? Why?"

Shouting and roaring, struggling to die, such embarrassment, seems to be ridiculous, especially in monks who have a strong desire to survive, which is even more unimaginable. But it's hard to understand. It doesn't mean that this situation doesn't exist. Just like a happy person, it's difficult for him to understand what more than tens of thousands of suicides on the earth every year think.

The layout sneak attack, against his own arrogance, to besiege a young man of the same age as himself. The most disgusting thing is that he failed. In the counterattack of the sneaker, he was beaten half to death, and life and death were handed over. When he was snatched into the counterattack by Zhu Peng and the sword came to his head, Ye Xuancang's belief completely collapsed. At that moment, the whole world turned into black and white in his eyes. In a word, some people eat to live, while others live just to eat.

At the moment when Zhu Peng defeated Ye Xuancang, he changed from a person who ate to live to a living existence. The collapse of this belief is undoubtedly unacceptable. Therefore, his struggle, his roar, and his cry for death are all unexpected but reasonable things.

"Why, why don't you kill me? Am I not even qualified to die under your sword?" Ye Xuancang, lying on the snow, dressed in luxurious clothes, but full of snow and embarrassment, had no light in his eyes. He just muttered, but this time, he got Zhu Peng's words and response.

With his back to Ye Xuancang, he looked up at the sky, with a little confusion, fear and fanaticism in his calm. From the moment I came out of life and death, my will has never changed. I will step on all of you and become a hero who leads the heroes and competes for hegemony in the world.

"Hanshan Ye Xuancang, don't be in a hurry to answer. Your talent is worthy of my slight stop, but it's just a slight stop. Raptor, put on a dress for him, and we should also go. This trip to Tianhu Qingqiu really delayed a lot of time. After saying that, Zhu Peng, who stayed for a while, stepped away, and the brilliance of the sky sprinkled on his back, showing the meaning of freedom and hegemony.

A white-eyed middle-aged Taoist suddenly appeared behind Ye Xuancang. He spread his hands and slowly put a bloody robe on Ye Xuancang's shoulder. It was not until this time that Ye Xuancang reacted with a trembling reaction. He suddenly turned around and looked at the airy middle-aged monk behind him, and the muscles on his face were a little uncontrollable**. You, you, you. When did you come here?

"Me?" Pointing to his nose, in the face of Ye Xuancang's question, the Raptor Taoist smiled inexplicably: "I seem to have come here with you. When you assigned tasks to your men, I was at the seven steps beside you. The power of "Hanshan Prison Recipe" is indeed good, but in terms of perception, the effect seems to be very It's average." After the words, the eagle cracked the cloud, and the rapid and escape method that broke out in an instant showed the cultivation of the nine layers of the Raptor Taoist. And this discovery made Ye Xuang spit out a big mouthful of red blood.

After catching up with Zhu Peng, who was moving forward leisurely, the raptor fell down and fell three steps beside him. Then, the raptor said hesitantly, "Sir, do you want to subdue Ye Xuancang? If so, please forgive me for saying frankly. Even with the strength of the prince today and the prestige of the blood ridge at this time, I don't think that the prince can clean up the cold mountain courtyard without blood. In the whole Qinwangling, if it is the strongest strength, it is naturally the Qinwangling, but if the foundation of the sect is the most stable, it should be the cold mountain courtyard, where this sect is located. The environment is so special.

With his eyes slightly closed, Zhu Peng didn't say anything, because he didn't want to say it and couldn't say it. Now, of course, it is extremely difficult to clean up the cold mountain courtyard and the bitter sword gate without blood, but I just planted a seed, hoping that in three years, it can really blossom and bear fruit. In his heart, Zhu Peng said to himself.