小优为爱而生下

The biting cold sword intent made an attack with a loud sound that pierced the sky. The swords became two fluttering shadows. The two swords collided, resulting in a loud and resounding clang. The two swords countered each other, reducing the distance between the two opponents. They were only one step apart, but neither side gave way to the other. They looked like two ferocious beasts, with battle intent coursing through their veins. A stream of sparks flew out as Pei Zixuan's sword scratched and slid downwards.

"Hiss!"

The piercing sound caused the spectators on both sides to frown. The sword's shadow flashed past quickly, like a ghost, as the two men in front of them fought. Even though they were both at the Nascent Soul Peak level, there was a big difference in their battle strength.

Pei Zixuan's battle strength was much better than that of his opponent. After more than a dozen moves, the opponent was gradually at a disadvantage. Pei Zixuan's face remained calm and composed, while the opponent's forehead was dripping with sweat and was forced to take a few steps back.

The greater his dread, the more flustered he became. The more flustered he was, the lower his battle strength and the less his strength and speed were able to keep up. When he was confused and ill-prepared, Pei Zixuan kicked him out ten metres away. He slammed into his brothers, who had to help him up.

"You lost." Pei Zixuan stated calmly as he put his sword behind him.

The man glared at him fiercely, pushing away the people who supported him. "Who says I lost? I haven't admitted defeat yet!" He launched another attack with the sword in his hand. His attack came so quickly that Pei Zixuan, who had already put the sword away, had to take a few steps back.

Pei Zixuan's eyes flashed when he saw that the opponent's sword was about to pierce him in the chest. Immediately, he avoided the blow, spun around, and grabbed the sword from the side. Simultaneously, he flipped his hand and placed the sword on the opponent's neck.

"Are you now admitting defeat?" Pei Zixuan asked, lowering the blade. A thread of blood oozed from the neck as the sharp sword intent slashed at him.

The pain in his neck caused the man's surname Wang to stiffen. "I admit defeat!" He gritted his teeth.

"Since you've admitted defeat, hand over all your belongings!" Pei Zixuan said while holding the sword against the opponent's neck.

When he heard this, the man's expression changed. His eyes turned stern and his body stiffened as he refused to take out his belongings.

"You don't mean to cheat, do you?" Pei Zixuan warned him by pressing the sword against his neck.

"Pei Zixuan! If you dare to hurt me, the Wang family will not let you go!" He made a vicious threat.

Pei Zixuan looked at him with cold, half-narrowed eyes, then reached out and took everything on his body, including the interspatial rings and other things. After putting all those things away, he removed the sword.

"You shouldn't fight me if you can't take defeat gracefully." Pei Zixuan said this as he thrust his sword into the ground. The long sword sank into the ground, swaying slightly.

Pei Zixuan swept his piercing gaze over those few men and asked, "Who wants to fight with me?"