1363: C1363 murderous heart

C1363 murderous heart

Zong Feng and Murong Bo flew out at the same time, their bodies continuously sliding on the stage. The two of them wore down the force of the collision just now, until both of them were pushed back a hundred meters.

The sword hummed, and the sound of the sword hums shook the heavens.

The saber vibrated. The power of the saber was astonishing.

This time, they had won a round of applause. Everyone's blood was boiling.

His eyes shone brightly.

The Emperor Sword Peak and her disciples were cheering each other on.

The scene was incomparably passionate.

At this moment, the atmosphere was completely stirred up.

The eyes of Xiao Chen and the others were brimming with energy.

Even Kong Qinglei, who was at the highest point of the stage, could not help but nod his head as he felt a bit of guilt in his heart. After all these years, if not for Zong Feng controlling the Emperor Sword Peak on his behalf, it was likely that his strength was not only at the peak, it might even be higher.

From a certain point of view, he had delayed Zong Feng.

However, it had also achieved what Zong Feng was now.

His original intention was to pass the Emperor Sword Peak to Zong Feng as his future ruler and take over his position.

All these years had been a test for him.

He was getting more and more satisfied with his eldest disciple.

Although his talent was inferior to Qin Ziyu's and Xiao Chen's, it was not a problem for him to reach his current level in the future. He might even surpass him.

He still liked to be a laissez-faire.

On the other side, Godsword Peak's Sect Leader's expression was flickering.

The performance of this year's Ten Peaks of Daos was not very good.

Although there was no change on his face, his heart couldn't help but be moved.

After all, the Godsword Peak was his face.

Under the table, his fists were clenched tightly as a sharp glint of light flickered in his eyes.

The brilliance contained within it was incomparably dangerous.

As for the other leaders of the seven peaks, they had an attitude of not being bothered by their own matters, and all of them had smiles hanging on their faces. They didn't mention this matter at all and both gave face to the two peaks but didn't participate in it.

Very good.

None of them wanted to cause unnecessary trouble for the mountain they were guarding.

After all, no one was easy to deal with.

His thoughts were clear.

On the stage, Murong Bo's body surged with the might of a blade, revealing its edge and monstrous murderous intent. He was like a world destroying blade god, wielding a divine blade, wanting to kill everything between heaven and earth.

The tyrannical power enveloped Zong Feng within.

The terrifying might of this attack caused a tempest to appear in the skies, raging and raging.

They trampled upon the dueling platform.

He looked at Zong Feng's expression; it was incomparably dangerous.

Even insidious.

Emperor Sword Peak had actually collided with his Godsword Peak's disciple in the first round, and had even caused the Godsword Peak's disciples to lose soldiers and lose face. If he were to endure this enmity, then she would not be the head disciple of Godsword Peak.

His saber would not show any mercy.

He wanted to defeat the head disciple of the Emperor Sword Peak on this stage.

to fight for the loss of face for the Godsword Peak.

Thinking about that, the aura of his blade became even stronger, thick and strong, pressing down towards Zong Feng.

"Zong Feng, your Godsword Peak's face is completely disgraced today, it is all thanks to your Emperor Sword Peak's disciples. Your price is that you lost to my blade, Ten Peaks of Daos does not allow killing, and I will personally cripple your hand, so that you will never be able to wield a sword to cultivate in your entire life."

His voice was eerie, it was eerie.

However, on the other side, Zong Feng could not help but smile, and remained calm.

"Murong Bo, do you really have the confidence to defeat me? Your Godsword Peak's disciples lost because they weren't able to get their hands on you. You didn't think about it, and instead blamed it on my Emperor Sword Peak's disciples.

Even if your disciples weren't defeated by us, they would have been defeated by others.

"In the end, I'm afraid that you're not able to cripple me today because you don't have the strength to do so. If you don't believe me, you can try."

Zong Feng's voice was like a flame, while Murong Bo's ability was like a bunch of explosives, striking at them instantly. At that moment, the moment the flames touched the explosives, they would instantly detonate Murong Bo, and killing intent flashed across Murong Bo's eyes, it was extremely chilly.

"I'll give it a try."

With that said, the blade in Murong Bo's hand flew out, straight towards Zong Feng, filled with killing intent, as though it could corrode a person's heart.

On the stage, Kong Qinglei could not help but frown.

"Murong Bo wants to kill you."

He opened his mouth indifferently and the Godsword Peak Sect Master by his side smiled faintly.

"Murong Bo's cultivation is so, why must you talk about killing intent?"

Kong Qinglei nodded slightly.

"Feng'er, if you feel Murong Bo's killing intent, do not hold back."

On stage, Zong Feng nodded.

At the side, the Godsword Peak Sect Master's expression flickered, as she looked straight at Kong Qinglei.

"Are you trying to incite your disciple to kill someone?"

Kong Qinglei's expression did not change as he said: "Which ear of yours heard that I let my disciple kill someone? Furthermore, we both know who was the one who made the first move on the stage, and we know that. If not, then we'll have to ask the Grand Elder to give our judgement. What do you think? "

Godsword Peak's Sect Master snorted coldly, brushing her sleeves without saying another word.

Kong Qinglei continued to watch the battle with a smile on his face.

On the fighting stage, Zong Feng's Divine Wound Sword Intent gushed towards the sky, showing off its sharpness.2

He wanted to cut through everything, break it and then stand.

Everyone's eyes were fixated on the battle.

Murong Bo wanted to kill, but it was the same for Zong Feng.

It seemed that even if the victor was decided, one side would suffer a crushing defeat while the other side would suffer a crushing defeat.

However, it was this kind of battle that attracted the most attention.

They were spectators anyway.

Since he didn't need to be involved in this, he could see a soul-stirring battle, so why not?

Even if they died, it wouldn't be them.

They only cared to look. This was the attitude of the audience. Since ancient times, it had always been this way.

Murong Bo's blade left scars on Zong Feng's body, and Zong Feng's sword also slashed onto Murong Bo's body, but Zong Feng cultivated the way of the sword, and also refined the body.

The wound was only a superficial wound.

But his sword strike was bone-deep on Murong Bo's body.

Murong Bo's expression became gloomy.

Zong Feng coldly snorted.

"Murong Bo, I don't want to fight you not because I'm afraid of you, but because I don't want to kill you." Murong Bo, I don't want to fight you, not because I'm afraid of you, but because I don't want to kill you.

Zong Feng was truly angry.

He had originally wanted to hold back with that sword strike, but Murong Bo's blade had directly landed on his body, causing him to cut off his body. Zong Feng's expression flickered, his sword intent overflowing to the heavens, it was incomparably dangerous.

On the other side, Murong Bo's wound stopped bleeding and stared at Zong Feng.

"Alright, after Ten Peaks of Daos, let's meet at the Life and Death Arena!"

Rumble rumble rumble!

After the two of them finished their sentence, they bumped into each other once again.

Immortal energy surged, and the sound of the explosion was deafening …

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