Legend of Han Emperor

Chapter 162 Holy Devil Emperor

With a bang in his body, Qin Peng broke through his own barrier under the pressure of the sword, and entered the sixth-rank realm of Tianyang Realm. This is an unexpected harvest for him!

But Qin Peng's pilgrimage to the Sword Pavilion is not to prove his talent to everyone, but he is coming to the Sword Pavilion to find something!That thing was very important to him, he had to get it, and the prerequisite for getting it was the ability to climb No.20.

And the achievement of ascending the twentieth step is unprecedented, no one has achieved it for thousands of years? !Even the heads of previous dynasties couldn't do it, but Qin Peng did it!
And it's easy to do!
This not only shocked everyone, but also severely shocked Feng Wuyu. This disciple of mine is too monstrous, and his talent in the way of swords is so high. None of the ancient sages could do it.

From a certain point of view, Qin Peng surpassed all previous generations of Wanjianzong's strongmen when he was in the same realm of talent and strength!
Fengxiu looked at Qin Peng standing on the twentieth step, and there was a sense of powerlessness in her eyes. Her little junior was really too monstrous, no matter God's will or strength, she was far beyond her in the same situation. .

My own Wan Jianzong's number one arrogance looks so ironic and so powerless.

Looking at Qin Peng, a wry smile appeared on the corner of Fengxiu's mouth, "Hehe, some people are destined to only look up to them all their lives..." Fengxiu's voice murmured, but it did not escape Feng Wuyu's ears, and she couldn't help but pat Fengxiu's Shoulder, with a low voice, said: "Xiu'er, you have to understand that the strong are achieved through continuous training and setbacks."

Feng Wuyu's words startled Fengxiu for a moment, and then there was a gleam in his eyes again, that's right, the road to being a strong man has been extremely difficult since ancient times, if he gives up on himself, how can he be called a strong man, how can he be called the arrogant of heaven?
The strength of others will not make yourself afraid, but will become your motivation to move forward!

"I see, father." Fengxiu said lightly.

Feng Wuyu didn't speak, but nodded quietly.

On the pilgrimage to the Sword Pavilion, Qin Peng felt a special feeling of oppression, crushing and a touch of kindness!

"Is this intimacy because I have integrated a little bit of the rules of swordsmanship before..." Qin Peng murmured, his eyes showed a look of thinking, and his body made a "cluck" sound when he was pressed, which made Qin Peng's face look pale. Something twisted.

"Father, do you think the junior brother will be able to withstand the coercion of the pilgrimage sword pavilion?!" Feng Xiu couldn't help asking, looking at Qin Peng's distorted face. Good impression.

"Yeah, master, the little junior brother seems to be in pain!" Ouyang Hao and the others also gathered around and looked at Feng Wuyu nervously, and asked.

Feng Wuyu looked at Qin Peng, remained silent for a long time, and finally blurted out slowly: "Everything depends on the good luck of the old ten. If he can survive, he will definitely be the existence at the peak of martial arts in the future. If he can't survive that moment Then you will die..."

Such two extremes represent Qin Peng's fate!
If you succeed, you will step onto the peak of martial arts, otherwise you will die!

Next, it's up to Qin Peng!

There was a trace of blood flowing from the corner of Qin Peng's mouth, and his eyes were a little bloodshot. Such a sense of oppression made him unable to understand the mystery of it, but the severe pain all over his body almost made him collapse.

If this continues, I will definitely perish here!
No, I must find a breakthrough, I must!

The sword will in front of him is like a hurricane, like thousands of blades, like a rolling fire, like a thousand zhang waves. They are eroding Qin Peng's mind and eroding his consciousness. As long as Qin Peng can't hold on, he will be smashed to pieces in front of the holy sword pavilion.

Qin Peng's heart kept trembling. Such a strong man's coercion and will are not something he can contend with at the Tianyang Realm, and the faces of his relatives and friends gradually turned pale under such erosion!
Can't stand it anymore? !
Is it really not working? !
But, I am so unwilling!
I'm so unhappy!
These words echoed in his heart over and over again. At this moment, it seemed that a wave of energy poured into his body. The power was so kind and familiar. It swept over his pain and made his consciousness gradually Gather, not scatter.

"Little guy, you're not strong enough to be ambitious enough." A voice came to mind in Qin Peng's body, that voice seemed hollow and hoarse as if he had traveled through life and death to see the vicissitudes of life.

"Who are you?!" Qin Peng asked in his heart in amazement.

The voice seemed to smile when it heard Qin Peng's question, and the voice was a little relaxed: "Who am I? I am you, you are me, you and I are one, we have a common name, Holy Demon Emperor..."

Holy Devil Emperor!
Qin Peng was startled. Could it be that the exercises he practiced and the blood in his body belonged to the Holy Demon Emperor? !
He is me, I am him, we are one...

Just when Qin Peng was a little confused, the voice sounded again, "Little guy, I'll talk about these things later, you can solve the problem before you, otherwise your life will be in danger!"

Qin Peng suddenly woke up and couldn't guarantee that he was still thinking about these problems, so he hurriedly mobilized his spiritual power to concentrate his consciousness and make himself clear enough. Only in this way can he not be disturbed by the erosion of the will of the sword.

"Your useless efforts are just stubborn resistance!" The voice sounded again, with a trace of sneer in the voice, as if mocking Qin Peng.

"What do you mean?!" Qin Peng said, "What should I do?!"

Hearing Qin Peng's words, the voice seemed to have a bit of laziness, and the voice was a little frivolous, "Why should I help you?!"

Qin Peng smiled lightly, "You don't need to help me, but in the end you will die with me. Helping me is helping yourself. Don't forget that you are me, I am you, we two It is one."

Qin Peng's words were full of threats, and the voice fell into silence.

After a long time, the voice said slowly: "Okay, I will help you!"

A faint smile appeared on Qin Peng's face.

Qin Peng's body suddenly exuded a frightening aura fluctuation, the fluctuation seemed to be destruction or killing, and he felt a creepy feeling. The blood-red evil spirit was like a blood-colored waterfall, covering Qin Peng inside, The sword intent of the pilgrimage sword pavilion couldn't even get close to Qin Peng!
On the contrary, those sword qi met the blood-colored evil qi, as if they had been eroded.

There was an evil smile on Qin Peng's mouth, "Next is the time for me to subdue you..." Then the bloody evil spirit approached little by little and devoured the sword intent that contained the saint.

Chi Chi Chi!
A series of eroding sounds sounded, and the sword will was completely suppressed by the blood-colored evil spirit. Although it could not be swallowed, it gradually wiped out the sword will!

This is what Qin Peng is waiting for, as long as the will of the sword is wiped out, the remaining rules of the sword will be comprehended by himself, so that he can comprehend the sword!

(End of this chapter)