What a cruel thought, what a great means!

The fat man was angry and a murderous intent emerged from his heart. At the same time, his body shook, intending to leave the range of the flying sword self-destruction first.

"puff!"

A sharp sound of a sharp weapon breaking the body interrupted his movements.

However, a long black sword appeared silently, piercing through the fat man's chest with lightning speed.

The sky sword shook and the energy was vigorous. The fat man's body was immediately shaken into blood foam all over the sky and fell towards him.

Sun Heng held the knife in his hand, looked back and took a cold look. The long sword rolled up the items in the field, and the escape lights went straight to the distance.

"How could it be?"

There were more than three people standing in a daze in the clouds.

A master of Jindan even murmured: "Although Fatty from Tuxing Sect is only in the early stage of Jindan, he has a thousand-year Taoist practice."

"A mere Daoji, even if he was careless, shouldn't be killed so easily, right?"

But when I think back on the situation just now, the man did not seem to have shown his ability beyond the Taoist monk.

The Chen family ancestor was already trembling, not knowing whether it was shocked or terrified.

"He is not Peng Tianjue!"
Chapter completed!