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The audience was instantly silent!

In everyone's sight, a flash of black lightning suddenly pierced the air!

Black sword in the night, white snow and blood.

Can't dodge, can't dodge, the shadow of a frenzy has been reflected in the eyes of the sharp blade, who ranks eighteenth in the military stabbing unit, but the brain has no time to give his body dodge orders.

The frenzy is falling!

Domineering like a mountain, the murderous aura swept the audience in an instant, and the waves were turbulent!

Wang Fuxing's eyes were full of complete dead silence, his eyes were red, but the black eyeballs in his eyes quietly expanded, black and weird, forming a color that seemed to be like a frenzy.

The blade's body was split in half in an instant!

The two halves of the corpse fell separately in the snow, and the blood directly collapsed out, spilling Wang Fuxing's body.

At the same time, the sound of Wang Fuxing drawing his sword resounded in everyone's ears.

No. 2's body trembled violently, an almost invincible figure in the Tang family, facing the old monster who only lost one arm in that move, although he was now one-armed, but if he wanted to fight to the death, he could still exert extremely terrifying strength, but at this moment his eyes were full of fear and panic, looking at Wang Fuxing's eyes, it was unbelievable to the extreme, and it was completely a ghostly expression during the day!

More than twenty years ago.

It was also a snowy night.

The snowstorm that year buried a glorious family that vaguely had the momentum of becoming the first family of the Celestial Empire - the Wang family!

That year, that night.

A middle-aged and elderly man who had just reached the age of fifty, dressed in black and glass, faced the three major families with the best of his ability, without the slightest fear and retreat, as arrogant and proud as ever.

On that night when the blood melted the ice and snow, the elites of the three major families were almost lost.

Thirteen swords came out in a row with a glass of glass, and thirteen top masters who could be called pillars in the three major families were all killed by a single sword!

That crazy night, only one person, but the three major families were trampled under their feet!

In that battle, the Tang family army stabbed fifteen people, the Xia family wildfire ten people, and the Qin family shadow ten people.

There are also sixteen top players.

Only a very few people know that the real situation of the glass that was completely crazy and rampant that night was actually fourteen swords in a row.

It's just that the last sword was taken over by a master who was not a member of the camp of the three major families.

And at that time, the move that took over the fourteenth sword was called Allure!

It's the same move that Huangfu Lingxi made to deal with No. 2 just now!

It was a scene of two super masters dying together in the form of self-harm, as long as you witness it, you will remember it for a lifetime!

And No. 2 was one of the few decision-making masters who survived that battle!

The floodgates of memory suddenly opened, and No. 2 was stunned for a while, his thoughts passed through the snowstorm for more than 20 years, the scene of the year completely overlapped with the present, and the young figure in front of the black frenzy seemed to completely coincide with the figure of the year.

Wang's vicissitudes!

A silent name that both the three major families and the Celestial Empire government had an unusually tacit understanding suddenly appeared in No. 2's heart, and there was a great fear following this name.

In the originally chaotic scene, Wang Fuxing has become the only focus.

Everyone subconsciously stopped, looking at this young man who was holding a sword in one hand and slashing the blade with a sword.

Wang Fuxing's eyes were empty and dead, and he walked slowly, his momentum was constantly rising, rising again and again, with every step he took, the bones of his body crackled, and there was no stop.

Xia Qinwei sat on the ground, looking at Wang Fuxing's back blankly, and her always keen intuition told her that at this moment, she seemed to be getting farther and farther away from that man.

"Kill him! Kill! Give it all to me! Kill Wang Canglan, haha, hahaha, he can't last long, kill! Kill! Hahahaha, Wang Canglan, you can't kill me, not twenty years ago, and not now! ”

Number Two laughed wildly, his eyes were red, almost crazy, and the whole person fell directly into a temporary state of aberration.

Wang Canglan.

A name that was unfamiliar to everyone on the scene.

At this time, shouting from No. 2's mouth, although it was inexplicable, everyone still heard the deep jealousy and panic in his tone.

Among the military assassin troops, two super elites ranked in the top 30 instantly rushed towards Wang Fuxing without the slightest hesitation or timidity.

The military assassination unit has always taken the completion of the task as its primary purpose, and has never been afraid of a strong enemy or death.

Wang Fuxing's dark eyes were surging with murderous intent, all his reason and emotions were covered, killing and fighting were his only instincts now!

The sword splits the sky!

The jet-black sword cuts through the wind and snow again!

The frenzy is rising!

The sound of Wang Fuxing's body joints became clearer and clearer, and his body instantly broke through the barrier of the two military thorn elites!

Silent.

It's as if it's a silent movie.

Wang Fuxing's body stood still, and his eyes fluctuated.

Behind him, the muffled sound of the long sword cutting through the flesh came slowly, and the bodies of the two military stabbing elites were slashed into four pieces by a sword!

Or a sword!

There is only one sword!

He began to learn swords at the age of five.

Sticks, wicker, stainless steel.

Thousands of practice swings every day, swollen arms, sore whole body, perseverance, under today's stimulation, this sword has finally completely entered the house!

Wang Fuxing will only use this sword, endless changes, but the way of exerting force is exactly the same, pursuing the terrifying explosive power of the human body and even beyond the limit!

This move has a name that is extremely domineering.

Make the world invincible!

If the country is to make full use of the muscles of the whole body and destroy the muscles in pursuit of absolute attack speed.

The invincible in the world is to make full use of the joints of the whole body, and at the cost of destroying the joints of the whole body, break through the explosive power of the limit of the human body!

It's like the reincarnation of fate.

More than 20 years ago, the two moves of life and death came to an end at the same time, and tonight, this time, both the camp and the position were unusually consistent!

No. 2's smile became more and more crazy and happy, his body trembled slightly with excitement, and he shouted almost crazy: "Kill him!" Keep killing! Kill! ”

Wang Fuxing's body became more and more stiff, and the third sword swept fiercely!

The sound did not arrive.

The blade of the sword is the first to pierce into the flesh!

Blood sprayed, the third sword!

"It's invincible."

In the wind and snow of the battlefield, in the shadows of less than two hundred meters away, two old men stood side by side.

A tall old Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe had red eyes, the muscles on his face were completely twisted together, his body trembled, staring at an old man standing side by side with him, ignoring his emotion, and said in a hoarse voice: "You still don't make a move?" ”

Beside the old Taoist priest, an old man wearing a very old gray tunics stood in the wind and snow, did not look back, and said calmly: "Are you complaining about me? ”

"Don't dare. It's my wishful thinking that you won't sit idly by, heh, you only owe one favor, so only save one, I admit it! I just want you to save the king's revival, and now, why don't you make a move?! ”

"I said I would only save him once."

The old man in a tunic said softly, narrowed his eyes and said: "And I am indeed very curious, how far has the potential of this young man who has broken through his own bottleneck burned, and how can he be invincible in the world several times in a row. With Wang Fuxing's original strength, I'm afraid that the joints of his whole body will be completely broken after barely making the fifth sword, but this time he will improve, he should use the eighth sword, right? In this way, wouldn't it be better for this favor of mine to be left for the time being, and to be used later? ”

I don't know why, the old man's tone was extra aggravated when he said the word temporary.

But the old Taoist priest who was anxious in his heart didn't notice it in the slightest, his eyes were cold, and he seemed to be about to make a move on his companions.

"You refused to go out to help for a long time, and you even refused to take a look at your seriously injured and dying apprentice, so as to stay by my side, just because you are afraid that I will not make a move this time, right?"

The old man in a Mao suit said softly, looking at the battlefield not far away, and smiled helplessly: "You, it's still the same as before, in fact, there are times when I still value trust." ”

"I created a country, and Wang Canglan created an invincible world. More than 20 years ago, I personally destroyed his legs, ashamed, but also saved his life, the three major families are still not sure whether he is still alive, although Wang Canglan does not appreciate it, but I think I did it right. And the invincibility of the fourteenth sword also made me pay an unimaginable price. I don't care about this, I feel ashamed in my heart, and everything I say is an excuse. Back then, when I owed the Wang family a favor, I would only save one person, only once. ”

The old man's tone paused, he glanced deeply at the king's shroud, and said softly: "Since you let me make a move now, then I will return this favor." ”

He stepped forward.

One step out of the dark shadows.

On a snowy day, he was dressed in silver, dressed in a tunic suit, which was very conspicuous.

The old man's expression was calm, and he walked directly in the direction of Wang Fuxing.

Over there, the frenzy is high, and the fourth move is invincible in the world!

Blood splattered!

Wang Fuxing's body movement was obviously stiffer, the joints of his whole body were stuck together, and that terrifying explosive power was getting stronger and stronger!

The old man in a tunic gradually approached the battlefield, and his pace was slow.

The Fifth Sword!

Wang Fuxing's eyes were empty, and there were already corpses on the ground.

Slow body shape.

The momentum on his body has also gone from extreme prosperity to extreme decline.

Every bone joint in the body is used, and after it is used, it is a devastating destruction.

You can also make three swords.

Wang Fuxing's dead and empty eyes finally showed a glimmer of brilliance.

Completely ignoring the remaining five military assassins, his body burst into flames, and he rushed directly towards No. 2, who had gradually regained his composure and his eyes were calm.

Five short knives were raised in front of him.

Wang Fuxing ignored it and rushed through in one fell swoop!

Three more deep stab wounds were added to his body.

The body came to the front of the two.

The sixth sword was swung violently!

Number Two roared suddenly, his smile was hideous, and he suddenly turned to one side, and the Crazy Tide Sword Blade missed for the first time.

The seventh sword is coming in an instant!

No. 2 dodged again and slammed a kick into Wang Fuxing's chest.

After all, it's not Wang Canglan back then, it's far away.

Number Two had a gloomy look in his eyes, and he definitely couldn't give this little bastard a chance to continue his development tonight.

Wang Fuxing's body retreated violently, and finally coughed up blood, but there was no expression on his face, and after the retreating body suddenly stood firm, his body moved forward again.

The sword stabs straight ahead!

The Eighth Sword!

Wang Fuxing's face finally showed a painful expression, and the joints of his body were tightly locked, and the ringing kept ringing.

If this sword really pierced out and used full force, all the joints of his legs would probably be completely shattered in an instant!

Behind him, the old man in a tunic was already less than seventy meters away from the battlefield.

The cuffs hang low.

A bright flying knife appeared in his hand.

The Shroud Wang, who was following him, looked extremely nervous.

The old man's palm rose suddenly.

A snow-bright but quaint flying knife pierced through the wind and snow, cutting through the air, a distance of tens of meters, in the blink of an eye!

The old man's body stopped, turned around directly, didn't look at the flying knife, and said softly: "Let's go." Back to Kunlun. ”

The Wang Shroud didn't have time to say goodbye to the old man, and at the moment when the other party's flying knife shot, he suddenly rushed in the direction of the Huangfu Lingxi.

Throwing knives are like electricity.

Almost without anyone noticing, he flew directly into the battlefield and rushed into the old body of Number Two.

The throwing knife burst out of the body.

The force did not decrease at all, and it smashed on top of the black frenzy!

The frenzy roared violently.

Wang Fuxing's accumulation was interrupted, the tiger's mouth spilled blood, and the eighth sword did not come out after all.

However, No. 2's body was pierced by the force of the flying knife and flew directly towards Wang Fuxing.

Wang Fuxing frenzied, and the tip of the sword pierced directly into No. 2's jaw, penetrating his entire head, and threw his body out without hesitation!

The invincible master of the Tang family, his head was torn alive by a sword!

The audience was in an uproar.

Wind and snow shake.

The tunic was accompanied by heavy snow in the dark night, drifting away without nostalgia.

It was about five or six hundred meters away from the battlefield.

A black Audi is parked quietly on the side of the road.

Behind the Audi was a seven-seater van full of people.

An unusually handsome man sat in the back row, looking at the countless dots on the screen, squinting his eyes, staring at the red dots that were gradually leaving the battlefield, and muttered to himself: "This biggest variable is finally gone." Sure enough, it's powerful. ”

He smiled lightly, looked at the big beauty driver who drove him, and said softly, "The flame of the Huangfu family." Tang Jiajun stabbed. Wang Shao. Jade Guanyin. Miss Xia Family. Huangfu Futu. Hehe, so many people together, it's really a rare big scene. The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind. Tonight, the young master will make a yellow sparrow, end this boring game, and let everyone have a good year, what do you say? ”

The beautiful driver did not speak.

A hint of disappointment flashed in the young man's eyes, but his smile did not change at all, and he said softly: "Let's drive, let's go." ”