Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

"Who are you? How dare you commit crimes here? Don't you know how powerful my master is?" Chengfeng asked loudly with a stern look.

Chengfeng didn't know Mo Chen and Jin Buhuan, and was full of doubts. He couldn't understand who dared to challenge his invincible master.

"So he is the old man's apprentice."

Jin Buhuan said sinisterly, "You came at the right time. Today, you two, master and disciple, will die together, and we will save you trouble in the future."

"What a pity! What a pity!"

The old man riding on the toad, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke for the first time.

However, he only said this and then kept silent, just staring at the battle between the four people in the field.

"Disciple! Those two are Jin Buhuan and his master Dao Huang. You are not good with weapons, so be careful."

Xuanjizi struggled to block the sword that was coming from Daohuang and shouted a warning to Chengfeng.

Chengfeng was shocked when he heard this, but he regained his composure in an instant, with a burning desire to fight in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, I would encounter Jin Buhuan, the dangerous character mentioned by my senior brother, and his master Daohuang.

Who is Dao Huang? I don't know, but since he is Jin Buhuan's master, he must be extremely powerful.

Facing two powerful masters, Chengfeng took a deep breath, calmed down the shock in his heart, and faced the current situation calmly.

The master was already injured, and he did not dare to use the weapon in his hand to fight head-on, so the situation seemed extremely unfavorable.

And who is the old man riding on the toad? Where did he find such a huge toad? Although he has not yet joined the battle, his ill intentions are obvious.

Chengfeng felt a little uneasy, but it only lasted for a moment before he adjusted his mentality and flexibly avoided the important attacks, not clashing head-on with the Heaven-Destroying Sword. The battle between the two sides became increasingly intense.

This was Chengfeng's first time participating in a life-and-death contest, and his first actual combat encounter with a top martial arts master. Due to his unfavorable weapons, Chengfeng's strength was greatly limited.

Xuanjizi was not feeling well either. Although he could take care of himself with the Qingmang Sword in his hand, he still had to assist Chengfeng in fending off the opponent's powerful blade, which was also a bit difficult.

Even so, it is still much better than fighting alone.

In the face of the attack from Chengfeng's long sword, Daohuang and Jin Buhuan naturally had to draw their swords to resist and dodge.

In this way, the two sides fought for more than one hundred and eighty rounds.

There were two top masters and two pseudo-top masters, and the battle between the four was dangerous and fierce.

The four of them were sweating profusely and panting.

The balance of victory was slowly tilting, and the figures of Daohuang and Jin Buhuan were like two gods of war.

Every time the Heaven-Slaying Sword was swung, it brought up gusts of wind.

Although the Qingmang Sword is sharp, it seems a little pale in front of these two masters.

Chengfeng's sword is not good enough and his duel experience seems immature at this moment.

"Shh——" A soft sound.

A strand of hair that was riding the wind was ruthlessly cut off, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

His clothes had several holes in them, and although his skin was not hurt, he broke out in a cold sweat.

The opponent's strength was far beyond Chengfeng's imagination.

If it weren't for his agility just now, he would have been killed by the knife by now.

Chengfeng's steps began to become disorderly.

The Sword Emperor's attacks became more and more bizarre, one strike after another, and each strike carried a heart-pounding power.

Chengfeng tried to steady himself, but nearly fell while dodging.

At this moment, Mo Chen's leg came like lightning and kicked Chengfeng heavily in the chest.

With a cry of "Ah!", Chengfeng fell helplessly towards the distant corner like a kite with a broken string.

When Jin Buhuan saw this scene, a fierce light flashed in his eyes. He leaped up, and the Heaven-Slaying Sword in his hand was like a blazing fire dragon, rushing straight into the wind.

Xuanjizi wanted to lend a helping hand, but was firmly blocked by Mo Chen.

Between life and death, Chengfeng felt despair.

Severe pain attacked my whole body, every bone was wailing, and I was no longer able to avoid this fatal blow.

There was a loud "bang".

Jin Buhuan's body flew out at an angle, and the Heaven-Slaying Sword fell to the ground.

It all happened so fast that even Jin Buhuan himself was stunned on the spot, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief.

"Senior! You..."

The one who attacked him was the old man riding on the toad who had not taken any action all this time - Wang Kui.

Wang Kui didn't know when a purple-red soft whip appeared in his hand, and the whip was swaying gently in the air like a swimming snake.

Jin Buhuan looked at the old man in front of him, and a complex feeling surged in his heart, with awe, confusion, and anger intertwined together. For a moment, he was unable to speak.

The picture froze at that decisive moment, and this scene shocked everyone present.

Wang Kui, the old man riding on the toad, finally took action.

The purple-red whip moved involuntarily in his hand, like a long snake choosing its prey.

Wang Kui has deep eyes and expressionless face, like a veteran who has experienced many vicissitudes of life and witnessed many ups and downs.

This sudden change caused the Sword Emperor and the Sword Emperor present to stop at the same time.

Dao Huang's heart was full of doubts, his eyes moved back and forth between Wang Kui and Cheng Feng, finally resting on Wang Kui's unfathomable eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, he asked respectfully: "Senior, why is this?"

Wang Kui's answer was brief and direct, yet revealed unquestionable authority.

"I don't care if you kill that old man. But you can't kill this boy. I have a use for him."

"Senior! Do you want to keep him?" Dao Huang asked in confusion.

Wang Kui said nothing, just nodded.

The Sword Emperor was slightly startled, then nodded.

Although he felt a little regretful, he knew Wang Kui's importance and dared not disobey him.

Wang Kui's existence itself is a mystery, and his appearance is always accompanied by incredible events.

He was seriously injured at the time and thought he was going to die. It was Wang Kui who appeared and saved him.

At that time, he was still a young man, and Wang Kui looked like this now.

Now, he is so old that he looks like a monster, but Wang Kui still looks like this.

This stagnation of time shocked the Sword Emperor.

Especially when he saw Wang Kui again, the image of him riding a big toad surprised him even more.

How dare he offend this mysterious old man in front of him?

The sudden situation before him put Dao Huang in a dilemma.

If this guy is not killed, he will join the battle.

In that case, he and Jin Buhuan must be careful not to hurt him.

Wouldn't such a battle make him and Jin Buhuan timid and afraid to attack with all their strength?

Thinking of this, Dao Huang frowned: "Senior, if we don't kill this boy, he will join the battle. At that time, the sword and the gun have no eyes, what if he is injured? Will this junior not take revenge?"

Wang Kui's answer was calm and nonchalant.

"That's fine. I've restricted his movements. You can continue fighting."

Wang Kui was not a big man, and even looked a little small when riding on the toad's back.

However, his words had an authority that could not be ignored, and he was obviously a man accustomed to giving orders.