Hearing Feng Wuhen's cold and unfeeling voice, Tu Dapeng's expression suddenly became ferocious. However, because he had experienced many battles, he knew that he had to remain calm at this time, although he wished he could cut Feng Wuhen into pieces.

Tu Dapeng showed a sarcastic look on his lips and said, "I have to admit that you are indeed a little capable, but unfortunately you are not a match for King Wan Peng. He still succeeded."

Feng Wuhen said lightly: "So King Wanpeng lurks in Guandi Temple and is preparing to fight the final decisive battle with the old man?"

Tu Dapeng felt a little worried.

He was not surprised that Feng Wuhen could judge this news, but found that Feng Wuhen had no intention of being anxious, but was particularly calm, as if he didn't care about Sun Yubo's life or death.

In this way, the attack on the heart will obviously lose its effect.

A thought flashed through Tu Dapeng's mind, and he couldn't help but say, "You have expected it long ago? Did you deliberately let the old man go to die and take the opportunity to usurp the power of the Sun Mansion?" It's not that Tu Dapeng thought so, because such a thing would be very likely for anyone, let alone Tu Dapeng has been planning to seize the power of the Twelve Feipeng Gang over the years.

Feng Wuhen had no emotion on his face and said lightly: "Since the person who came was you, it was enough to prove King Wan Peng's plan. He either ambush the old man outside the Guandi Temple or escape with other people. No matter what, you are just a pawn that must be sacrificed for him, right?"

The body of the Great Phang was shocked.

Feng Wuhen's words hit his life gate.

Since he came to the Sun Mansion territory with Wan Pengwang, Tu Dapeng's mind has flashed many things that would be sacrificed by King Wan Peng. These days, although he has been safe and sound, his heart has been tortured thousands of times and has been on the verge of collapse.

King Wan Peng's decision made him push to the cliff, and Feng Wuhen poked through the thin paper. Even Tu Dapeng could not resist it at this time and his emotions collapsed immediately.

Feng Wuhen looked at Tu Dapeng coldly, with no one in his eyes showing any pity, or even no emotion, as if he was looking at the fish on the chopping board, so he could only slaughter him.

Feng Wuhen said lightly: "My mission is to eliminate your twelve Feipengs. Since you are here, I will take your life first." His tone was calm and repeated was something that could be done easily.

Tu Dapeng let out a long roar. Although his emotions had collapsed, at this time, he seemed unspeakable and crazy.

"Clang"

Drawing his sword and pointing to Feng Wuhen in the distance, he said, "I hope your sword can be as strong as your tone."

The scimitar transformed into thousands of sword shadows, and rushed towards Feng Wuhen with the storm of Tu Dapeng's storm.

The subordinates who followed Tu Dapeng did not watch coldly, formed a formation and rushed to help. The Sun Mansion's good men were not considered vegetarians, and they immediately fought with them.

Feng Wuhen doesn't want to waste time, and doesn't want to kill more people except Tu Dapeng. In Feng Wuhen's opinion, all the disciples of the Twelve Feipeng Gang have a good impression of them. It is worth admiration for them to die with King Wanpeng. He doesn't want these people to be buried with King Wanpeng and King Wanpeng and his group.

Because of this, Feng Wuhen could only quickly treat Tu Dapeng.

With one knife, Tu Dapeng's lifelong skills were infused, which was far beyond the scope that the flesh and blood could withstand. His power was domineering and fierce, and it was so powerful that it was indescribable.

Feng Wuhen knew the power of Tu Dapeng's sword, so he had no intention of fighting with Tu Dapeng head-on. The master who used swords and masters who used swords would never be pleased, and even if he won, it would not be nice.

What's more, Tu Dapeng is ready to go, and forcing his own efforts is even more demanding. This kind of thing is necessary, and Feng Wuhen will never do it.

Although Tu Dapeng made his sword quickly, he changed very little.

Feng Wuhen completely calculated the trajectory of Tu Dapeng's sword technique, moved two steps to the right, and at the moment when he could not be released, he avoided Tu Dapeng's deathly sword in a very thrilling way.

But in Tu Dapeng's eyes, Feng Wuhen had no chance to avoid his sword, but he just avoided it.

This error in judgment is very fatal.

When a master fights, a mistake in a judgment is not only a judgment of victory or defeat, but also a judgment of life and death.

If one knife fails, Tu Dapeng will improve his energy and change his move immediately. The scimitar will change from slanting to sweep.

Tu Dapeng's reaction was fast, but the knife just now used too much force, and there was a gap between the changes in the moves. As soon as Feng Wuhen avoided it, his sword was unsheathed and poked it towards the gap.

There is no skill in this sword, only the speed as fast as lightning and the precise control of the timing.

Tu Dapeng could see that before the sword hit Feng Wuhen, the sword would pierce his right chest. This was undoubtedly a very cruel fact, but he had no way to change it.

Tu Dapeng took a deep breath and used his skills again. The past of following King Wanpeng to conquer the world suddenly appeared in his mind. He sighed in his heart: King Wanpeng, let me do my best for you.

The mind has settled.

Tu Dapeng's moves remain unchanged, but instead improves his skills. He would rather fight to the death with Feng Wuhen's sword than give Feng Wuhen a fierce sword after the sword is hit.

Feng Wuhen was a little surprised.

He really didn't expect that Tu Dapeng would refuse so much and would trade his life for his life. As he expected, Tu Dapeng would inevitably dodge himself and would rather suffer some minor injuries.

In fact, Feng Wuhen’s judgment was not wrong, but people were complicated, and Tu Dapeng was also complicated. Although Tu Dapeng was corrupted by power and had been determined to replace King Wanpeng over the years, he also respected King Wanpeng. But at this moment he thought of the benefits of King Wanpeng and the past when King Wanpeng fought in the world, Tu Dapeng became the loyal Tu Dapeng again in this moment.

No one has to admit that although King Wan Peng is both righteous and evil, he is very tolerant of his subordinates, never stingy with rewards, and is very loyal. This is why countless people are willing to serve King Wan Peng.

Now, Tu Dapeng has become the loyal Tu Dapeng again, so he is not stingy with his last attempt for King Wanpeng. In fact, Tu Dapeng has fought hard for King Wanpeng more than once.

His position as the head of the twelve flying rolls was not obtained for nothing.

Although Feng Wuhen was surprised, he was not afraid or retreated.

Tu Dapeng dared to fight to the death, Feng Wuhen dared to fight to the death even more. He never valued his life much. What's more, there are not many people in this world who know how to fight to the death better than him.

Feng Wuhen could see that although Tu Dapeng's attack was terrible, it could only cause him to be slightly injured at most. However, his sword would inevitably lose his life due to Tu Dapeng's all-out attack.

The sword and sword went forward and rushed towards the other side.

Tu Dapeng is ready to die.

But at this moment, a bloody rain fell on his face.

It was not Feng Wuhen's blood, nor his own blood, but the blood of one of the fifty subordinates he brought.

Seeing Tu Dapeng becoming in danger, the man immediately gave up his opponent to block a deadly sword for Tu Dapeng.

No one wants to think of such a thing, and even Feng Wuhen can't think of it.

Although Feng Wuhen saw it, the sword was only one inch cheaper, and it still pierced the man's body, and blood sprayed along the sword on Tu Dapeng's body.

The most cruel thing is that Tu Dapeng's knife actually cut off the killer who blocked his sword for him, and blood scattered on Tu Dapeng's face like a fountain of blood.

The subordinate had no resentment in his eyes. He used all his strength to push Tu Dapeng away with his remaining hand and said loudly: "Master Tu, go quickly."

Tu Dapeng's iron-like body was stiff in place, his face was stained with blood, and his eyes became as red as blood.

His heart was cold, and was corrupted by power, but the blood of his subordinates who followed him awakened him.

He thought of the past years of following King Wanpeng and the peaceful and happy times in the past, Tu Dapeng laughed and shouted: "Stop it all."

Feng Wuhen also ordered a stop.

Holding the blood-dropping sword, Feng Wuhen looked at Tu Dapeng quietly, with no murderous intent in his eyes, only an indescribable indifference.

Tu Dapeng also looked at Feng Wuhen quietly. He had changed, becoming two completely different people from what he had just now.

Tu Dapeng pointed at Feng Wuhen from a scimitar and said, "Feng Wuhen, do you dare to fight alone with me? If I win, you will let me go of my brothers. If I lose, I will give you the head of the man."

"Don't, Master."

"We are willing to fight out with the master."

The Twelve Feipeng Gang said loudly, but Tu Dapeng's voice was suppressed.

Tu Dapeng stared at Feng Wuhen.

Feng Wuhen looked at him deeply and said lightly: "If it were Tu Dapeng in the past, I would never agree, but Tu Dapeng now has this qualification."

Tu Dapeng smiled, without any concealing murderous intent in his eyes, and said, "I wish I could cut you into pieces, but I want to thank you too." His eyes were glowing, and his whole body seemed to exude a strange spirit, and even gave people a feeling of indescribable sacredness.

Tu Dapeng took a deep breath and rushed out in an unwavering manner.

The speed of a person is as fast as lightning, and the momentum of a knife is as stormy as waves.

He pulled up and jumped into the sky, pouring his life into the knife.

The scimitar shot thousands of bright colors, and as Tu Dapeng's determination to move forward, he slashed him hard.

"Good knife technique!"

This knife is actually not very good. Feng Wuhen can still avoid it, but he has not.

Feng Wuhen has never done stupid things, but this time he did stupid things.

He jumped up and waved his sword to meet him.

"boom!"

In the flash of lightning, I don’t know how many swords the two of them had produced or how many swords they swung.

Feng Wuhen fell lightly and would be in place, but Tu Dapeng slammed and fell heavily to the ground. He was covered in blood and didn't know how many wounds there were on his body.

Feng Wuhen glanced at the blood from his left wrist and said lightly: "If you hurt me, I will leave their lives."

Tu Dapeng smiled, looked at Qiu Mantian deeply, fell down, and lost his vitality.

The crying sounded loudly.

Feng Wuhen looked at this scene quietly. Although there was no expression on his face, a complex emotion flashed through his heart.

Clam.

The sword returns to the sheath.

Feng Wuhen walked outside the Guandi Temple.

He knew there was still a lot to do.
Chapter completed!