This sword qi machine is thick and heavy, carrying the general trend of chiseling through the two rivers and lakes in the northern part of the Western Regions, and the sword array laid by the eighteen female sword attendants has not even been entangled for a breath, it has been cut from the air, the sound of cracking silk is endless, and those fine-textured silk materials are flying one after another, as if butterflies are scattered.

Eighteen women's connected qi engines were smashed.

Wearing white clothes with wide sleeves, but without the temperament of a fairy, they all flew down.

Sword out.

Under the sword, only Chu Yangyu was still standing on a high place.

Sword harvest.

Wang Anfeng's long sword mixed with several precious materials in his hand couldn't bear it, and cracked from the center of the sword spine, and then cracked, turning into powder and pouring down from his hand, Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, looked at the female bachelor next to him who was borrowed by him, showed a trace of apology on his face, and said sorry softly.

The female bachelor's face was flushed.

Chu Yangyu didn't care about the defeat of his eighteen swordsmen, but he was a little taken aback because he didn't expect to be defeated in a single face.

A few days ago, he knew that the opponent he was targeting this time was the martial artist of the first echelon of the young generation today, but with the sword formation handed down from a hundred years ago, he also thought that he could take advantage of his unpreparedness and involve some time, and use the sword to be proficient in swordsmanship, and delay the time of a stick of incense, which should not be a problem.

Even if all eighteen people are folded, it doesn't matter here.

After seeing him this time, I realized that this young man of the same age as himself was able to leave traces in several rivers and lakes, not because of his father's shadow.

Immediately sneered, and said that the Lord of the Shenwu Mansion was so domineering, he stepped forward, and the cuffs of his arms were rolled up a few times, revealing a pair of thick and sturdy palms, and the idea of fighting in his heart was to see how his means were and how high they could be.

A hundred years ago, the Great Ink Stele Forest has always been on the same level as Qingfeng.

Later, because Qingfeng Xie had three generations in a row, Murong Qingxue, Zhu Ling, and Gong Yu were released in a row, so that the sword qi of the entire Qingfeng Xie was prevalent, and the Great Ink Tablet Forest could no longer be compared with it, such as three sharp-edged famous swords in an ordinary sword furnace, and the number of qi was naturally different.

Some people have already asserted that in the past three hundred years, Qingfeng has been unending the afterglow of sword qi and holding a sword for the world.

But Chu Yangyu still had pride in his heart, and felt that he was not inferior to Qingfeng Xie Immortal Sword.

It was as if a flying eagle soared straight into the air, and the palm of his hand was inverted, and he slapped it downward.

One palm fell, and then another palm was smashed, and I don't know how many palms were smashed in an instant.

The palm is powerful, and the pressure of the air is pressed layer by layer.

A huge palm can be seen falling to the naked eye.

Wang Anfeng's expression remained unchanged, and he pointed like a sword, raised his hand to point out, and directly broke the layer of heavy palm momentum, the qi was chaotic, and it was a palm force that could collapse the entire courtyard with one palm, and in the end, it was only like a breeze blowing on his face, blowing a few reddish leaves and falling down.

Li Changxing grew up in the deep palace, the rules are strict, it is the emperor's house, there are many things to learn, and it is impossible for anyone to really fight in front of him, and the so-called masters he has seen are all kind and kind.

He had never seen people in the rivers and lakes fighting like this.

What's more, at the beginning, the sword qi fell into a lotus like rain, and then the sword qi was as thick as a mountain peak against the sky, knocking down the fairy like falling mud, dizzy for a while, subconsciously took a step forward, and was about to go down, Wang Anfeng flicked his left hand sleeve robe, and his strength was slightly vomited, and the young man shook the ground and took a step back.

Li Changxing stumbled backwards on Ren Dong and immediately woke up.

Shaking his head, he was not a wine bag and rice bag who didn't understand things, he knew very well the consequences of going out, and he was immediately afraid, and when he looked up, he saw a blue dress in front of him, and he was slightly stunned.

Wang Anfeng looked at Chu Yangyu, who suddenly retreated a few feet, his expression was calm, his breathing was slow, and the qi in his body was constantly rotating, and he was vigilant, since the latter came to the door with such a swagger when he knew his identity, he must have the means to be confident and not inferior to him.

Chu Yangyu stepped back and distanced himself, and saw that Wang Anfeng was still only guarding in front of Li Changxing, his expression fluctuated, and he suddenly smiled: "I never thought that the master of the Shenwu Mansion was still an eagle dog lackey of the court." ”

Wang Anfeng didn't raise his eyelids and said:

"Li Changxing, what do you call me?"

Li Changxing was stunned, and then there was no ambiguity, and he said with sincerity on his face:

"Uncle."

Wang Anfeng looked at Chu Yangyu and said leisurely:

"Do you hear me? If there is any other means to press the bottom of the box, you can try it. ”

"In the end, I have to pass the White Tiger Hall Master's means of distracting and turning into shadows."

Chu Yangyu's expression changed several times, and he said coldly:

"Good guts."

"Then you can try it!"

After saying that, the qi machine rose suddenly, at first it was just a temptation, but later saw that Wang Anfeng really just stood in place, and did not make a move, and immediately became bolder, the qi was mobilized, and in the eyes of the eyes, the charm was darkened, and there was gradually a reincarnation, and the stability had not yet been maintained, and the sound of thunder was suddenly heard.

Chu Yangyu's hair exploded all over his body, and when he raised his head, two streamers were left in the depths of his eyes, and it was too late to avoid it.

Thunder has been submerged in the body.

Although it was only a silver needle, it was not inferior to the crossbow spear of the car, and it broke out violently.

Chu Yang Yu's qi was scattered, his face turned pale, he coughed up blood, and his plan to wake up the photo in his body fell short, covering his wounds, looking at Wang Anfeng, gritting his teeth and saying:

"You ......"

Wang Anfeng looked at this opponent who was simply a little too much, and did not answer, according to the people he had dealt with in the past, no matter which one would not believe what the enemy said, the warriors fought each other, not only in terms of strength, but also in terms of mood, will, intuition, as well as words and eyesight.

He never thought that this very loud Chu Yangyu was actually a chick who had never walked the rivers and lakes.

The corners of his mouth pursed, the five fingers of his right hand opened, and Li Changxing next to him saw a thunderbolt explode in the air, and immediately ran like a dragon snake, the dragon snake tail, turned into a ring, and was divided into two categories, yin and yang, one is purple, the other is bright blue, and it spreads instantly in a circle, I don't know how many ways.

The thunder rings are arranged in a row like a cylinder, and then they rotate against the trend.

A silver needle hangs in the middle of a circle of thunder.

The purple electricity on it ran endlessly.

When killing the sect master of the Feiling Sect, a thin leather scroll like a cicada's wings fell in Zuoqiu Gu's arms, and Wang Anfeng grabbed it casually when he left, but he didn't know that this was the only sect master in the Feiling Sect who passed on the master's mastery by word of mouth.

With a grip in his hand, the silver needle trembled and shot out at a terrifying speed.

Chu Yangyu was completely unable to react, his shoulder had been pierced, and blood shot out.

Wang Anfeng's right hand brushed his waist, and the silver needles given to him by the second master Wu Changqing were hidden in a cloth bag that could be rolled up, and at this moment, they were unfolded in front of him like a scroll, and the silver needles floated in the air, each with thunder and lightning entanglement, trembling and humming, and it seemed that there was a spirit *** to highlight the enemy.

The silver needle is subtle, and the speed of the warrior is extremely fast, which is difficult to hit.

Therefore, the Flying Spirit Sect made a thunder spear to attack the enemy.

However, Wang Anfeng's eyes glowed with pale gold, and he was already within the pressure he could bear, connecting the cause and effect of the must to the silver needle and Chu Yangyu who was frantically using his body to dodge.

Wang Anfeng liberated the silver needle in turn.

The power generated by the thunder reversal was accelerated to the point that it was difficult to see with the naked eye that the flying needle burst out, leaving a pure white air wave bursting clouds, Li Changxing's face was dazed, and he didn't know anything, but the third-grade martial artists only felt a chill behind them, and the two Ouchi dead soldiers who were hidden in the dark were even more chilled in their hearts, full of fear and awe.

Thirteen silver needles went away like swimming fish.

Immediately lined up in a row, and suddenly penetrated.

Chu Yangyu let out a low roar in his mouth, and heard a light ding, and all the silver needles shot out with the Flying Spirit Sect's peerless learning lost power and fell, Wang Anfeng was still in front of Li Changxing, who had no problems, and squinted at the sky.

Chu Yangyu gasped.

In front of him, a bright moon rose.

Cold and clear, even the sun in the sky can't hide it, turning into a ball of streamer, protecting Chu Yangyu, a huge spiritual rhyme, almost no covering.

Zhou Shen was already furious.

"Three thousand miles of bright moon?"

"This is the divine weapon used by Senior Zhao fifty years ago!"

Chu Yangyu raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked indifferently at the angry Zhou Shen below, and said:

"Since he is a disciple of the Great Ink Stele Forest, after his death is gone, he left behind the divine soldier, I am naturally qualified to take it for protection, this is my Stele Forest affairs, does Elder Zhou have any objections?"

Zhou Shen held a sword in his right hand, and if he hadn't been stopped, he would have stepped forward.

Chu Yangyu looked at Wang Anfeng and said, "It's the Flying Spirit Sect's Spirit Breaking Cone...... With the power of thunder to drive weapons, I didn't expect that the Lord of the Shenwu Mansion would be able to use this spear-throwing technique so superbly, and I admired it. ”

"I'll ask the lord again."

"Do you really want to be our enemy?"

Chu Yangyu never knew that the grudge between Wang Anfeng and Shenwu Mansion had already been resolved, and after the death of Zhang Xuan in Loulan in the Western Regions, it was even more serious.

Wang Anfeng's right hand was outstretched, and he summoned a thunder spear from the Shaolin Temple that was only one line away from the divine soldiers.

Chu Yangyu's expression sank, nodded, and said, "I see." ”

Fu said: "Since this is the case, don't blame it. ”

The three thousand miles of the divine soldier and the bright moon hung in front of him.

Chu Yangyu flicked his fingers three times.

The moon trembled and hummed, and then shattered from the middle.

Huge spiritual rhyme poured out, wrapping Chu Yangyu, in the last hundred years, a generation of grandmasters used it to dominate the world, and after his death, the divine soldiers who remained in the sect to suppress the number of qi collapsed like this, and Zhou Shen, who had been saved by the Lord of the Bright Moon several times when he was a teenager, exclaimed in his mouth, his eyes were red.

Chu Yangyu's double pupils are introverted, turning from brown to pure black.

The spirit of a divine soldier was absorbed into the body, and the injuries on Chu Yangyu's body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, his figure rose several inches, the muscles on his face changed, and the black hair on his sideburns was dyed with the color of frost and snow.

A few breaths have changed from a handsome young man to a graceful black-clothed Confucian student.

He looked at Wang Anfeng below, as if he was recognizing, and then exhaled a long breath.

"It turned out to be your ......"

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