"The Thirteen Demon Kings under Ding Peng are all killers, born in Black Fist, and there are countless lives in their hands. If I kill you, is it a way for heaven?"

"What a courage! I just don't know if you dare to talk to me like this when I crush your bones piece by piece in a while!"

The ghost blade smiled fiercely and his tall body suddenly jumped down from the second floor, like a terrifying bear. Before the person arrived, the shadow of the huge body was enough to make the timid people feel cold.

Wangcheng used his magical techniques to speculate that the Ghost Blade's physique has at least 6 and its power should be close to 5. This is a terrifying physical fitness that is no less than a martial arts master. Now he uses the power of Mount Tai who rushes down from the second floor to suppress the top. Even those masters who are not good at power and face each other must avoid their sharp edge.

pity……

Wang Cheng's figure does not look strong, but his slightly deformed attribute enhancement makes the qi and blood in his body equal to that of a human-shaped beast. Facing the extremely fierce culprit of the Ghost Blade, he stepped forward and quickly took action to directly hold the Ghost Blade's neck, completely ignoring the huge force shock when his arms and Ghost Blade reminded him to contact...

then……

He pinched Gui Bian's right hand and turned slightly. The ghost blade that was originally rushing down without any resistance was directly lifted by him and smashed it hard on the marble floor under his feet.

"Bang!"

The entire hall seemed to be shocked.

Several nearby glass cups were broken directly, and the chandeliers on their heads were shaking and falling down, shattering to the ground, and the glass chips sputtered around.

The marble floor at the foot of the royal city was instantly smashed into pieces by the ghost blade, and a large amount of blood shot out from the broken marble floor, dyeing the ground red, even though the royal city was stained with a lot of blood.

However, Wang Cheng ignored it, let go of his hand, and he stood up again.

And under him, the demon king ghost blade, who was fierce and domineering the previous second, was already limping on the ground like a dead dog, and blood kept emerging from his mouth, and it was already as angry as a wandering spring.

"Crush my bones, you obviously don't have that power."

Wang Cheng looked at the ghost blade and said, then looked at the dozen elite soldiers who were still on the stairs.

These dozen elite soldiers were all experienced in battle, and their hands were stained with blood without exception. At this moment, under the eyes of Wangcheng, they were all cold and they didn't dare to look at him head-on. Their bodies were also stagnant on the spot.

"Which floor is Leilin on? Or, I'll wait a little longer, will he come down by himself?"

Royal City Road.

The young man was silent, but he did not dare to reply a little more.

Just now, the two seniors who had talked to the royal city were severely injured, and the other was as popular as a gossip. They seemed to be unable to survive. The man in front of him looked tepid, but when he really started to fight, he was even more devilish than the devil.

"Oh, there is a camera."

Before he could respond, Wang Cheng was not disappointed. He looked up at several cameras in the hall, but did not choose to go upstairs, and just stood near the elevator and waited.

"Ding Dong."

His waiting did not last long.

As the elevator fell one by one from the 18th floor, it finally stopped to the hall. As soon as the elevator door opened, six figures appeared at the same time.

Three of these six people wore sunglasses and had expressionless expressions, while the other two had cold expressions, leaving one with a gloomy face. The moment the elevator door opened, his eyes fell directly on the body of the royal city, as sharp as a blade.

However, Wang Cheng's eyes did not stop on the six people. His eyes directly crossed the six people and fell on the seventh person who still existed in the elevator.

A man.

A man who is 1.8 meters tall, handsome and looks in his early thirties.

This man was wearing a white shirt, a crimson tie, black trousers, and a pair of expensive leather shoes with oil. Anyone who saw him would only regard him as the young president of a large company, a successful person, but Wangcheng recognized his true identity at first sight...

"Ding Peng."

This man full of mature and steady temperament is the uncrowned king of the entire underground world of Xia Yu Kingdom. Even the president of the Martial Arts Association is not sure about the top warrior - Ding Peng.

"Royal City."

When Ding Peng's eyes fell on him in the royal city, he also fell on him as if he had a heart of touch. He paused on the sword bag behind the royal city for a moment before he said again: "Or... I should call you... Beiyue Sword God?"

"Northern Moon Sword God!"

Lei Lin, who had a gloomy face, had a cold light in his eyes, and heard the name and his pupils shrank slightly.

Even the other two middle-aged men with cold faces were no exception.

The Northern Moon Sword God Xuan Tianzhan is a top master who is in the world six years ago. He is a legendary figure who is not a martial saint but better than a martial saint. His most brilliant battle was that he fought against the five great masters with one sword and killed two of them and retreated calmly. The swordsmanship, physical skills, and boxing skills displayed in that battle were not far away from the martial saint level, even if he had not reached the martial saint realm, he was not far away from the martial saint level powerhouse. Even if he was now known as the first master, he would be ashamed of the Northern Moon Sword God six years ago.

This is a name that makes any master and strong man have to take it seriously.

"I'm the royal city."

Wang Cheng said, and his eyes fell on the man who had been wearing a gloomy face before: "You understand the purpose of my visit."

This man is the strongest person under Ding Peng, the leader of the Thirteen Demon Kings, Lei Lin.

Lei Lin is also a peak master who is not inferior to Xuanyuan Leng. He was already famous more than ten years ago. In the underground world and the world of evil warriors, his reputation is enough to be comparable to top masters such as the Central King, the East Saint King, the Jiangnan King, the Western Region King, and the Northern King.

"A trip to Green Province actually led to the Beiyue Sword God who was one person and one sword in the world. It's interesting. The Beiyue Sword God hid for several years. The outside world thought you were dead under the palm of Bai Daosheng, a genius in Kunwu secret realm. But he didn't expect that he was a hero who was sad to pass the beauty, and was addicted to the land of gentleness and could not extricate himself..."

Ding Peng looked at Wangcheng with a look of evil on his face: "Just hope, six years of hardship have not allowed the North Moon Sword God's divine sword to become dull from now on."

"Your Majesty, I'm provoking this matter, please leave it to me to solve it."

Lei Lin asked for his resignation.

"certainly."

Ding Peng smiled indifferently: "But you alone should be unable to get the famous Beiyue Sword God, Tan San, and Bronze, let's go together."

"Yes, your Majesty."

The two men who had been cold-looking should drink at the same time.

It is not embarrassing to join forces to deal with the Northern Moon Sword God. On the contrary, if the three of them can kill him, it will be a great publicity to their reputation.

"Before taking action, Wangcheng...I can give you a chance."

Ding Peng stared at Wangcheng: "A chance to let me not blame you for killing the ghost blade to death, but also be loyal to me."

"Ding Peng, the underground king, you disappointed me. Years of high position and power have corrupted your fighting spirit."

Wang Cheng ignored Ding Peng's words at all, glanced at Lei Lin, Tan San, and Bronze three: "Let these three come to die just to find out my swordsmanship and boxing skills? As a top warrior, he doesn't even have the courage to fight with a strong man of the same level?"

"Um!?"

Ding Peng narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Or... with the huge intelligence system you have, you will not be able to tell that I am actually at the level of Martial Saint like you?"

"Martial Saint!?"

Lei Lin suddenly felt shocked: "You have broken through to the Martial Saint realm!?"

The originally high-spirited bronze, Tan San and the others seemed to have been poured with a basin of cold water, staring at the royal city with a shock on their faces.

But in addition to being shocked, they also took it for granted.

It has been six years since the glorious period when the Northern Moon Sword God was in power. Six years ago, he was able to kill two of them under the siege of the five great masters and retreat calmly. The terrifying combat power that burst out chased the Martial Saint. Now, six years later, it is completely reasonable for him to break through to the Martial Saint level.

"Martial Saint..."

Lei Lin's heart suddenly became a little bitter.

It was not Ding Peng who concealed the other party's true cultivation and let himself be cannon fodder. He had sold his life to Ding Peng countless years ago. He put his life and death aside, and felt bitter mainly...

It feels ridiculous.

A galaxy order accidentally injured a martial arts master while competing for the galaxy order, which actually attracted a martial saint to visit, and he was also a famous figure for many years...

He was originally hoping to have this Galaxy Order to take the opportunity to enter the Kunwu wonderland, but he no longer had hope for a series of relationships caused by a Galaxy Order...

"Hahaha, is it the case in the royal city? Do you really think that you can be arrogant when you break through to the Martial Saint realm? The Northern Moon Sword God was offended by the genius Bai Daosheng because of his arrogance and ignorance. He did not want you to not only learn from the lesson, but also dared to provoke me again... Since you want to seek death, then I will be as you wish!"

Ding Peng sneered and strode forward.

As he stepped towards the royal city, his figure suddenly shook. The original precious white shirt shattered and turned into rags, revealing his own clear water-cornered muscles and the huge scars crossed with branches on his muscles. These scars were witnesses of his life and death fighting to the king of the underground world when he was young.

"Draw the sword!"

Once he entered the state of fighting, Ding Peng's entire temperament changed drastically, fierce, cold and ruthless. He stared at the sword bag behind the royal city. His slightly contracted pupils were like poisonous snakes hiding in the darkness, and like an eagle soaring in the sky, waiting to give his opponent a fatal blow at any time.

Wangcheng shook his head.

He said that his sword would not be pulled for anyone other than Bai Daosheng.

"Don't draw the sword?"

Wang Cheng's reaction made Ding Peng slightly stunned, and then a kind of despised anger suddenly arose in his heart.

Both are martial saints, but the other party is still a newly promoted martial saint. His qualifications and precipitation are far from comparable to him. He dares not draw his sword when he is in a fight!

"Royal City, you are looking for death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the underground king suddenly appeared, and the fierce aura that had been tempered and sharpened for thousands of times exploded, like a fierce god awakening and devouring the hall.
Chapter completed!