Liu Ruosong bit his teeth clattered, but he clenched his fists and lowered his head and did not dare to refute him. He was such a villain who bullies the weak and fears the strong and betrays the enemy.

At this time, Jiang Dali's strength was tried, how could he continue to provoke?

Ding Peng was not for Liu Ruosong's cheap apprentice, but instead looked at Jiang Dali and nodded, "Jiangzhaizhu, your boxing and foot skills are indeed very tough. Even though Ding surpasses you in knife skills, you are too much better than me in this boxing and foot skills."

"The three thousand roads will eventually lead to the same destination. Master Ding, you are too humble."

Jiang Dali said calmly, and suddenly stood up and said, "Now you and I don't need to flatter each other. Even if Jiang is not as good as you in the sword path today, I hope to feel the power of your divine sword. Only in this way can I have no regrets in this trip."

Good opponents are hard to find.

He chatted with Ding Peng for most of the day, and felt that the benefits were greater than the bloody battle between him and Wuyazi and Li Chimei. He had a deeper understanding of the sword path, and the lovely sword path became clearer.

This is a spiritual feeling and accumulation of the foundation of the sword. If you don’t reach this state, you can’t imagine that you can understand this.

Ding Peng never refused to refuse when he saw this.

Of course he knew this feeling, because he also wanted to challenge Xie Xiaofeng from Divine Sword Villa now.

But I realized that the time had not arrived.

Therefore, seeing Jiang Dali now is like seeing himself now.

The way of sincerity can be a prophet.

In order to pursue higher things, some things must be done.

Ding Peng's knife is already in hand.

This looks like a very ordinary knife, but the blade body is curved, the edge of the knife is curved, and the handle is curved.

However, Jiang Dali saw at a glance that this was not a full moon scimitar, but a knife similar to a full moon scimitar made by Ding Peng.

This knife has no magical nature.

But the person holding the sword is full of divine nature that controls the magic.

Jiang Dali's eyes condensed, and at this time he stretched out his wide and thick hand and grabbed the golden knife that was deeply stuck to the ground by the table beside him.

Buzz —

Buzz —

Both swords fell into the hands of two swordsmen.

The atmosphere in the entire venue changed dramatically.

The group of people watching the fun outside felt that the air was suffocating and their hearts were oppressed and could not breathe. They wanted to shout and fight, but they couldn't say anything at this time.

This is purely a kind of spiritual oppression.

In the courtyard of the villa, the moment when two swordsmen held the knife, their lives were sublimated with each other, their aura spread, and their sword intentions and sword auras began to condense, and they clashed in secret...

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