Volume 3 Meteor, Butterfly, Sword Chapter 95: Fei Peng Gang Leader
It happened in the blink of an eye.
From the moment King Wan Peng stood up and flew, using his self-created Flying Peng 7749 Styles which combined the Seven Birds Palm, to the moment Su Weiyun sprinkled lime powder and quickly retreated, all of this happened in just a short moment.
Before Xipeng and Xiongpeng could see clearly, King Wanpeng had already fallen to the ground, covering his eyes and screaming in pain.
Su Weiyun jumped up from the chair and suddenly drew his sword.
The sword shines brightly and fills the sky!
The sword light mixed with the brilliant lights of the hall, flickering and dazzling, just like fireworks that catch the eyes.
Even Xi Peng and Xiong Peng were stunned by the white light that filled the entire hall.
Su Weiyun stood in the air and thrust three swords at King Wanpeng.
Wow!
King Wan Peng suddenly turned over and stood up, swaying and standing on one leg, like a crane catching a fish on the water, and attacked Su Weiyun in the air!
Even though he was ambushed, he still had the energy to attack!
King Wan Peng pinched his right hand into a strange shape, condensed his strength into a point, turned his body over, and attacked the Tiantu point in Su Weiyun's throat with his wrist at a flexible and tricky angle!
Su Weiyun was not panicked. She smiled slightly and slashed at his wrist with a sword.
His first sword was originally intended to deal with King Wan Peng's backup plan.
King Wanpeng heard the wind and quickly retracted his hand.
Although he could no longer see with his eyes, his legs moved very quickly. With a light tap of his foot, he flew four meters away.
call!
King Wanpeng's wide robes created a gust of wind at an extremely fast speed.
At this moment, Xipeng and Xiongpeng were still nervously watching the battle situation. With their knowledge, they still couldn't tell who had the upper hand.
Although it seemed that King Wanpeng had suffered an ambushed attack, judging from his physique, his bravery was not diminished at all. The two men felt that it was really hard to say whether this battle would result in anything.
At this time, Su Weiyun's second sword had also attacked.
The second sword was much more powerful than the first one in terms of power, speed , and the target it attacked.
It was crisp and swift, simple and powerful, almost cutting King Wanpeng's body in half.
King Wan Peng frowned and listened carefully, then rolled to the ground in an instant, looking quite embarrassed.
His movements seemed clumsy and ugly, like a little swallow learning to fly, fluttering and falling down before its wings could even spread.
But Su Weiyun knew that this was the most direct and efficient way to avoid it.
Under normal circumstances, King Wan Peng would never use such an ugly move, but facing Su Weiyun, he truly felt the crisis of death and dared not hide his strength anymore!
So under the gazes of Xipeng and Xiongpeng, Su Weiyun stabbed out the third sword.
This sword is the last of the three swords.
Anyone could see that Su Weiyun's sword power had run out.
Therefore, as long as King Wanpeng takes this sword, he can counterattack immediately!
The sword flew down.
Falling from the Milky Way in the sky.
Surprisingly, this sword did not contain any murderous intent, not even a trace of it.
The Thirteen Deadly Swords, each move is designed to take someone’s life, how could there be no murderous intent?
There was no murderous intent on the sword, and even on Su Weiyun's face there was no sign of murderous intent.
Not only is there no murderous aura in him, but he is instead full of compassion and kindness, like a Buddha who saves people from danger and delivers all living beings in this world.
This scene was simply incomprehensible to Xipeng and Xiongpeng.
King Wanpeng was also stunned.
Most of his body was lying on the cold ground, staring blankly at the sword.
In his feeling, this sword was not meant to take his life or destroy his soul; rather, it was like a pure willow branch reaching out from the thirty-three heavens, pulling him out of the sea of suffering.
King Wanpeng suddenly woke up from his illusion and his face changed drastically, but he had no way to retreat at this moment.
He could only spread out his hands as wings, and put his feet together as claws. His entire body carried the mighty momentum of the Golden-winged Roc, soaring up and crashing into Su Weiyun!
This attack was his most terrifying and final move.
He is going to fight to the death!
"well."
A long sigh lingers in people's hearts.
It seems to mean that I wanted to save you, but I was unable to do so.
Apart from letting out a sigh, Su Weiyun's entire body, including his arms and wrists, did not change any posture or movement from beginning to end.
Thirteen Deadly Swords, the eighth style, the Deadly Sword of Hell.
Three times in hell!
——It is said that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva went to hell three times. His disciples asked him why he went to hell so often, and he said, "If I don't go to hell, who will?"
Three times I entered hell, each sword was faster and sharper than the last.
This is the last sword. After this sword, all sword skills have been used up. Su Weiyun does not know how to and cannot use the sword again.
——After Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva entered hell for the third time, he stayed there permanently, commanding the ghosts.
Yipeng and his sword are both extremely fast.
King Wanpeng's body flew quickly into the air and then fell quickly.
When he fell, there was a sword stuck in his body, the Xiaoxiang Sword.
King Wanpeng closed his eyes, fell to the ground, and muttered.
"What's the name of this move of yours?"
"Three times in hell."
King Wan Peng said: "Good...good, if this move doesn't send me to hell, then it will send you to hell. This name is really...very good!"
Su Weiyun said, "Wrong."
King Wan Peng said: "Where...where is my mistake? I am King Wan Peng, how could I be wrong?!"
There was some madness in his words.
Su Weiyun sighed, "The meaning of this move is that you are already in hell, and I want to pull you up instead of sending you to hell."
Su Weiyun retracted the Xiaoxiang Sword and spoke slowly.
"It's a pity that once the sword move was made, you were already in hell. You were already dead, how could I save you? That's why I sighed."
King Wan Peng suddenly opened his eyes and laughed wildly, "That's right, no wonder there is no murderous intent in your move. It turns out that you didn't want to kill me, but to save me, but failed."
“Hahahahaha, so smart, so smart! You’re a hero after all. It’s better to die at your hands than at Tu Dapeng’s!”
Su Weiyun was silent.
He was silent not only because of King Wanpeng, but also because of the cleverness of the sword moves.
This move was the eighth form of the Thirteen Deadly Swords that he had just mastered. This move was truly bizarre and ingenious.
Because the murderous aura of the Thirteen Deadly Swords is too strong, it will inevitably backfire and hurt its owner, corroding the sincerity of the person wielding the sword.
Therefore, the predecessor who created this killing sword technique came up with a method - to kill with sword moves instead of sword intent, in order to purify the killing intent and cleanse the soul.
That is why King Wan Peng said “excellent” twice, one was to praise the brilliant sword moves, the other was to admire the brilliant sword intent.
Su Weiyun suddenly turned around and looked at Xipeng and Xiongpeng.
Before he could even open his mouth, Xi Peng knelt on the ground and shouted, "Long live the leader! Your skills are unparalleled and you are invincible!"
Xiong Peng looked at Xi Peng and said in surprise: "You...you..."
Xi Peng said, "Can't you see that Lord Sha Peng is already the leader of our Fei Peng Gang?"
Xiong Peng finally reacted and started calling him "Boss".
Su Weiyun shook his hand and said with a smile: "Do you really want me to be the leader of Feipeng Gang?"
Xi Peng said decisively: "There is no other more suitable candidate except you!"
Su Weiyun turned his back and slowly walked out of the hall.
"Okay, then quickly gather a thousand taels of gold , a thousand taels of silver, a hundred rolls of silk, ten fine horses, and five of each famous sword, and come with me to the gang."
"Where are you going?"
"Happy Forest!"
