Chapter 30

"The thirteen demon kings under Ding Peng are all killers and black fists. There are countless lives on their hands. I killed you to act on behalf of heaven?"

"How brave! I just don't know if you dare to talk to me like that when I crush your bones one by one!"

The ghost blade gave a ferocious angry smile, and his tall body suddenly jumped down from the second floor, like a terrible bear. Before people arrived, the rolling shadow of his huge body was enough to make the timid people cold.

Wang Cheng speculated by divine skill that the physique of ghost blade should be at least 6 and its strength should be close to 5, which is not inferior to the terrible physical quality of martial arts master. Now he has the power of killing down Mount Tai from the second floor. Even those masters who are not good at strength and positive confrontation have to avoid its edge.

Unfortunately

Wang Cheng's figure doesn't look strong, but his slightly deformed attributes make his Qi, blood and strength equal to that of a human fierce beast. In the face of the fierce killing of the ghost blade, he came forward, quickly took his hand and directly clasped the ghost blade's neck, completely ignoring the arm and ghost blade's reminder of the huge power shock when touching

And then

He pinched the right hand of the ghost blade's neck and turned slightly. The ghost blade that had been slaughtered had no half resistance. He held it up and smashed and pressed it hard on the marble floor under his feet!

"Bang!"

The whole hall seemed to shake hard.

Several nearby glasses were directly broken, and the overhead chandelier fell down with vibration, smashed to the ground, and the glass chips sputtered everywhere.

The marble floor at the foot of the King City was split by the ghost blade in an instant. A lot of blood was shot from the broken marble floor and dyed the ground red. Even the King City was stained with a lot of blood.

But Wang Cheng ignored it and let go of his hand. He stood up again.

Under him, the demon king ghost blade, which was fierce and arrogant a second ago, was paralyzed like a dead dog, and blood was constantly emerging from his mouth.

"Crush my bones. You obviously don't have the power."

Wang Cheng looked at the ghost blade, said, and then looked at more than a dozen elite players who were still on the stairs.

Each of the more than a dozen elite is a generation who has experienced many battles. Without exception, their hands are stained with blood. At the moment, under the gaze of the King City, they are all cold hearted and dare not look at him face to face. Their bodies running down are also stagnant on the spot.

"What floor is Lei Lin on? Or, if I wait a little longer, he will come down by himself?"

Wangcheng road.

The young man was silent, but he didn't dare to reply again.

Just now, one of the two elders who had a conversation with Wang Cheng was badly hurt, and the other was as popular as a hairspring. It seemed that he couldn't live. In front of him, the man looked lukewarm, but he really started to be more powerful than the demon king.

"Oh, there's a camera."

Before waiting for a response, Wang Cheng was not disappointed. He looked up at several cameras in the hall, but did not choose to go upstairs. He just stood close to the elevator and waited.

"Ding Dong."

His waiting did not last long.

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

Among the six people, three wore sunglasses and had no expression. The other two looked cold, and the remaining one looked gloomy. At the moment when the elevator door opened, his eyes fell directly on Wang Cheng, 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, looks handsome and looks in his early thirties.

This man is wearing a white shirt, a crimson tie, black trousers and a pair of expensive oil shoes. Anyone who sees him will only regard him as a young president and successful person of a large company, but Wang Cheng recognized his true identity at first sight

"Ding Peng."

This man full of mature and steady temperament is impressively the uncrowned king of the whole underground world of Xia Yu country. Even the president of the martial arts association has not grasped the top martial artist - Ding Peng all his life.

"King City."

When Ding Peng's eyes fell on him in the King City, he also fell on him as if he had a good heart. After a pause on the sword bag behind the King City, he said again: "or... I should call you... North moon sword God?"

"North moon sword God!"

Lei Lin, who had a gloomy face and cold eyes, shrunk his pupils slightly after hearing the name.

Even the other two middle-aged men with a cold face are no exception.

Xuantianzhan, the sword God of the North moon, was the top martial master in the world six years ago. He was not a martial saint, but a legend who was better than a martial saint. In his most brilliant battle, he fought with one sword alone against the five masters, killed two of them and retreated calmly. Even if he did not reach the martial Saint level, his swordsmanship, physique and boxing in that battle were not far from the strong martial Saint level, Even now, the central King Jiang Daosheng, who is vaguely known as the first master, will feel inferior to the North moon sword god six years ago.

This is a name that any great master and strong man have to pay attention to.

"I'm Wang Cheng."

Wang Cheng said, and his eyes fell on the man who had been gloomy before: "you know my purpose."

This man is the strongest under Ding Peng and the head of the thirteen demon kings, Lei Lin.

Lei Lin is also a top master who is not inferior to Xuanyuan Leng. He was famous more than ten years ago. In the underground world and the world of evil martial arts, Lei Lin has a reputation comparable to the top masters such as the central king, the eastern Saint King, the king of the south of the Yangtze River, the king of the western regions and the king of the north.

"A trip to the green province actually led to the North moon sword God who swept the world with one sword. It's interesting. The North moon sword God has been hidden for several years. The outside world thinks you have died in the hands of Bai Daosheng, a genius in Kunwu's secret place. You don't want to be a hero sad beauty pass and indulge in the gentle countryside..."

Ding Peng looked at the King City and showed a strange color on his face: "it's just hope that the killing of six years has not made the magic sword of the North moon sword God dull since then."

"Your Majesty, I provoked this matter. Please leave it to me."

Leilin asked.

"Of course."

Ding Peng smiled calmly: "but you should be the famous North moon sword God, Tan San and bronze. You two go together."

"Yes, your majesty."

The two men who always looked cold should drink at the same time.

It's not a shame that the three masters work together against the North moon sword God. On the contrary, if they can kill him, it will be a great publicity for their reputation.

"Before you start, Wang Cheng... I can give you a chance."

Ding Peng's eyes stared at Wang Cheng: "an opportunity for me to let go of the past and be loyal to me."

"Underground King Ding Peng, you let me down. Years of high power have eroded your fighting spirit."

Wang Cheng ignored Ding Peng's words and glanced at Lei Lin, Tan San and bronze: "let these three people come to die just to find out my ways of swordsmanship and boxing? As a top martial artist, I don't even have the courage to fight with strong people of the same rank?"

"Huh?"

Ding Peng's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Or... With the huge intelligence system you have, you can't judge that I am actually at the martial Saint level like you?"

"Wu Sheng!?"

Lei Lin's heart suddenly shook: "you have broken through to the realm of martial saint!?"

The bronze and tan, who were originally high spirited, seemed to have been poured with a basin of cold water. They stared at the King City with a shocking color on their faces.

But in addition to the shock, they also take it for granted.

It has been six years since the glorious period of the North moon sword God dominating the world. Six years ago, he was able to kill two people under the encirclement of the five great masters, calmly retreat, and the terrible combat power broke out to catch up with the wusheng. At present, after six years, he has broken through to the wusheng level, which is entirely reasonable.

"Wu Sheng..."

Leilin suddenly became a little bitter.

It's not that Ding Peng conceals the other party's real accomplishments and asks him to be cannon fodder. As early as countless years ago, he sold his life to Ding Peng. He put aside life and death and felt bitter mainly because

Feel ridiculous.

A star river order accidentally injured a martial arts master when competing for the Star River order. Unexpectedly, it attracted a martial saint to the door, and it is still a famous figure for many years

Originally, he was hoping whether he could have this star order and take the opportunity to enter Kunwu Wonderland, but he no longer expressed hope from a series of relationships caused by a star order

"Hahaha, is the King City? Do you really think you can be arrogant when you break through the martial Saint realm? The North moon sword God offended the genius Bai Daosheng because of his arrogance and ignorance. He suffered almost death. I don't want you not only to learn a lesson, but also dare to challenge me again... Since you want to die, I'll do as you want!"

Ding Peng sneered and strode forward.

When he set foot on the king's city, his body suddenly shook. The original precious white shirt was smashed and turned into rags, revealing his own water chestnut muscles and the huge crisscross scars on the muscles. These scars are the testimony of his experience of fighting to the king of the underground world in his youth.

"Draw the sword!"

Once he entered the combat state, Ding Peng's temperament changed greatly. He was fierce, cold and ruthless. He stared at the sword bag behind the King City. His slightly contracted eyes were like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark and an eagle flying in the sky, waiting for a fatal blow to his opponent at any time.

Wang Cheng shook his head.

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

"Don't draw a sword?"

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

As a martial saint, the other party is still a new martial saint. His qualifications and precipitation are far from comparable to his own. At present, he dares not to draw his sword!

"Wang Cheng, you're looking for death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the underground king suddenly killed his body, and the ferocious spirit honed through repeated trials broke out, just like the ferocious God waking up and swallowing the hall.