Until now, the battle between the two sides had lasted for nearly a day without realizing it. At some point, the moonlight had once again enveloped the island.

The changes in the aura in the other three directions put Peng Wuxin in a slight pressure. From the beginning, the three demonic auras that were still relatively fierce at the beginning were suppressed one by one, and it was not difficult to analyze that the people on his side seemed to have gained an advantage. But when he looked at the opponent in front of him, there was still no good way.

It’s not that his strength is much worse than his opponents. Although he did not perform too well at this conference until now, many people ignored the fact that in this conference, neither the sect leader nor the sect leader appeared. Each sect seemed to have made an appointment, and the sect leader was sent out by second-generation disciples. Peng Wuxin may be one of the few second-generation disciples among the six major sects. For various reasons, the chief or even the second-level disciples could not attend. Lingyue Palace did not talk about it, Chen Qinghuan and Wei Qingqing from Lingyun Mountain and Qingliufang were both people who could stand alone, and the appearance of the baby face snatched the limelight. Most of the people present had almost forgotten Peng Wuxin’s existence.

But he is indeed the most outstanding disciple in the Yinhu Sect generation. None of them.

Although he does not have the world-famous strength like Su Chen, Li Jingyan and even Tongyan. But that is just because those people are too outstanding. In fact, Peng Wuxin's strength is definitely not bad. If he compares those present, he should be comparable to Zhang Yu. With such strength, even if he can't take too much advantage in the face of the so-called demon in front of him, he will never be helpless.

But Peng Wuxin faced this situation.

The other party's guy who looked like a snake called Kong San. But this made people say it was just a fake name. From the moment they met, Peng Wuxin has not figured out whether he was a man or a woman.

And his unique playing style is the reason why Peng Wuxin has not known what to do until now.

Feeling the pressure behind him, Peng Wuxin let out a long sigh and was about to try it again. He didn't believe it was useless!

"Huh?" Kong San saw Peng Wuxin's movements, and snorted in his sharp voice, and then said, "Do you still want to try it? Didn't I tell you, it's useless?"

"But if you don't take action, you won't win." Peng Wuxin raised his long sword again and held it flat and said, "Are you ready?"

"It's up to me to ask you, right?" Kong San smiled slightly, his slender eyes looked extremely strange, and said, "Pengmen sword technique has a good momentum. But it's too lacking in flexibility. I only know that blindly moving forward is easy to avoid. Moreover, it's easy to break. Have you heard of this?

"I don't need you to criticize my sword technique." After hearing this, Peng Wuxin frowned and said, "You win the knife in my hand first and then teach me. See the trick!"

After saying this, a white light suddenly lit up on his blade. This is the proof that Peng's sword technique has reached its perfection.

Because of its special family nature, the Yinhu Sect is still different from ordinary sects of cultivation. For example, Lingyun Mountain and Qingliufang both follow the path of Yin and Yang and Five Elements. Most of the magic practiced cannot be separated from this range. The Lingyue Palace is more special. They use the power of nature to strengthen their own strength. The masters rely on the power of Buddhism. However, the Yinhu Sect is different from some sects. The purpose of their practice of true qi is to strengthen their more skillful control of swordsmanship. In other words, their main skill is still the family-born swordsmanship, and true qi is just an auxiliary function.

After a white light appeared on the blade, Peng Wuxin closed his eyes instead, as if he was feeling something quietly. Kong San kept shaking his head, just as he was about to say something, but he suddenly opened his eyes.

Then Peng Wuxin ran over with force.

"I said it was useless." Kong San ignored Peng Wuxin's unmoved momentum and stood there quietly, waiting for the other party to approach.

"Stop talking!" Peng Wuxin shouted suddenly, and the long sword turned into a sharp light and slashed it down obliquely.

"Hmph." Kong San snorted slightly, watching the long knife slashing over, but still did not move.

Peng Wuxin stared at the other party's movements. As expected, it was not as expected. Just like several attempts before, Kong San's body began to twist strangely as soon as his sword was about to enter his body. It was not a move that humans could do. And those completely unexpected twists flashed through his attacks easily.

It was futile again. Peng Wuxin sighed in his heart.

But that's not the end. Just after his knife passed, Kong San's hand hit back. It was still not like a human movement. That hand was really like a spiritual snake moving, light and sharp, and fast. And it was also like a snake, soft as if boneless. From the most unexpected angle, the spiritual snake appeared like it moving.

"Tsk." This attack completely found Peng Wuxin's position that he had to give up his plan to continue attacking. He had to return the knife to defend. But before returning the knife, his arm quickly retreated like a poisonous snake that failed to hit the attack.

Both sides returned to their previous state.

"Do you still want to try?" As if nothing had happened, take your hands back into his colorful cobra-like robe.

"Damn it." Peng Wuxin cursed angrily.

"I've said it. It's a good sword technique." Kong San grinned and said, "But no matter how powerful the sword technique is, it will be in vain if it doesn't hit the enemy."

"Don't talk about me." Peng Wuxin's heart moved. Suddenly he thought of a tactic, and said calmly: "It's you, I heard that you all seized power from the fairies. Why? Did you get this? I guess, you must have obtained power from the turtle spirit, right?"

"Do you want to anger me?" Kong San said unmoved: "It's a pity. Your move is somewhat useful to those who are surging with passion. But you should be able to see which animal I got strength from. For them, cold blood seems to be nature. After obtaining this power, I seem to become like them. Therefore, the method of provoking is useless."

"Actually, I have a little doubt." Peng Wuxin's face was not as embarrassed as the other party saw through his worries. Instead, he said calmly: "To be honest, you should be a snake, right? But the snake I know is a very aggressive animal, and will never just hide like you. That's why I think you are a turtle."

"After talking," Kong San smiled again and said, "Your purpose is to take the initiative to attack you, so that you can find an opportunity to counterattack."

"So what?" Peng Wuxin said calmly: "Do you dare to try it?"

"I'm talking in front of me." Kong San pondered for a moment and said, "This is not a question of whether to dare or not. It's a question of whether I want to do it. Moreover, I'm going to attack next, but not because I listened to you. But because those idiots seemed to mess up things. If you don't solve you quickly, these little guys here thought we were just like that. So, I'm going to attack next. Be prepared."

"After talking, you're going to fight." This time it was Peng Wuxin's turn to smile and said, "Why do you want to talk about so many reasons? Come on!"

As he said that, he raised the long sword in his hand and made a gesture of speed to his opponent with contempt.

"Be careful and complacent." Kong San snorted coldly, and then began his first attack.

As soon as he started the movement, Peng Wuxin was shocked. It was not the way humans walked. It seemed that Kong San's feet were not moving, and even the wide robe on his body did not shake much. But he was indeed moving forward at a very fast speed. It was a roundabout movement.

"It turns out that it's almost no longer a human being." Looking at this movement that is almost no different from snake walking, Peng Wuxin said fiercely: "Then let me be a snake catcher today!"

After saying that, he was beyond Kong San's expectations. He did not wait on the spot for the opponent to attack and then wait for an opportunity to find the fighter. Instead, he rushed towards Kong San and rushed over at a speed that was not inferior to the opponent. At the same time, the white light on the long sword in his hand emitted the brightest flash until now.

"Pengmen Five Styles, the first Style, the strong wind blows!" With his loud shout, the bright and dazzling white light danced with an unparalleled momentum. The speed became faster and faster. When he arrived in front of Kong San, it was already a gust of strong wind.

In the blink of an eye, Kong San was swept into the storm. A piece of silver-like flash swept across the ground.

The strong wind was very fast. Almost in one breath, the strong wind had already blew through the original location of Kong San.

Only Kong San was left alone. At this time, Peng Wuxin had already arrived behind Kong San with the gust of storm.

"How is it?" Feng Zhi revealed Peng Wuxin's figure carrying the knife. It is easy for those who are interested to see that the long sword is still dripping blood downwards.

With a "pop!", Kong San fell down in response. At this time, countless blood marks appeared on his body.
Chapter completed!