Wang Anfeng took a deep breath.

In front of him, the bluestone giant sword finally stopped at this moment, or it should have completed the mutation.

Although the fierce aura is illusory, since it has already attracted a heaven and earth, forming a vision, and interfering with reality, it can stir up the sea of clouds and kill good people.

That's it, it's no longer unreal.

In the Shaolin Temple, the green-shirted scribe opened his half-squinted eyes, and the ancient Taoist who unceremoniously rubbed his tea to drink next to him also raised his eyebrows, then raised the teacup in his hand, took a sip lightly, and said with a gentle smile:

"Funny ......"

"It's a good chance for the little guy......"

Wu Changqing stroked his beard and smiled:

"Feng'er's chances have always been good."

"Although there have been many life worries, they have never really hurt it."

Hongluoyu hung upside down in the air, dangling, and said casually:

"If you can meet us, this little madman's luck is already more than ninety percent of the people in the world......"

"Only when your own skills are hard can you go to the rivers and lakes and be qualified to participate in the competition for other opportunities."

"By the way, I said the surname wins."

The voice paused slightly, Hong Luoyu changed his posture, fluttering in the air and blocking in front of the green-shirted scribe, his eyebrows were upside down, as if he gritted his teeth with hatred, and said:

"You see you've got the ancient Taoist people out, when are you going to get my hands and feet out?"

"It's okay to fly around, but it's not very comfortable."

"I didn't even have my nostrils buttoned, and I kind of forgot what it feels like to scratch my toes."

Hong Luoyu frowned and sighed.

"Poof, cough, cough, cough......"

The ancient Taoist had a blue face, and couldn't help but squirt out the fragrant tea in his mouth, coughing again and again, Hong Luoyu glanced at the white-haired Taoist priest who was covered in white and couldn't even find a trace of dust, and smashed his mouth with disdain.

After a while, Gu Dao was relieved, but he was no longer interested in touching the tea cup on the table, and subconsciously sat away from Hongluoyu, coughed lightly, and turned to look at the picture in front of him.

At this time, a fierce sword aura had already emerged around the bluestone that was stuck upside down on the ground and towering into the mountain, and it was tearing towards Wang Anfeng.

And Wang Anfeng only pointed at the enemy with his sword, and shattered the attacking sword qi.

The ancient Taoist watched Wang Anfeng change his body, and made a move again and again, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

In this sword finger kung fu, he can see the traces of at least three or five sects' peerless martial arts, and he is quite skilled.

The medicine king valley points the star finger as the bone, the thirty-three killing swords of the green-shirted scribes, the moon and stealing the stars of the thief door, and the golden bell jar of the strongest external power of the Shaolin Temple, in addition, there should be a foreign skill that relies on Buddhism.

Although it was only a sword with two fingers, it had already sunk with great strength, easily shattering the sword qi that was enough to pose a threat to ordinary sixth-grade martial artists, and he was unscathed, and his body technique only changed between square inches.

The Taoist priest watched Wang Anfeng make a move.

I saw that his clothes were flying, although the formation was large, but his clothes were still clean, and there was not even a little dust on them, so he nodded with satisfaction.

Not bad......

Gu Dao people praised in their hearts, retracted their gaze, and looked at the three people around them, but they were all taken for granted, as if Wang Anfeng's actual combat level was not worth mentioning at all, it was an extremely normal level, and the smile in his eyes became more and more vigorous.

Looking at the illusion again, there were thoughts in my heart that turned a thousand times, but I just stood with my hands in my hands, and said leisurely:

"It's almost time for the joke to be over."

"It's just a pity that this sword can be called an immortal sword, but I didn't have a chance to see it."

The green-shirted scribe glanced at him and said indifferently:

"This place is weird, if you and I go out, I'm afraid the whole world will know about it the next day."

The ancient Taoist laughed, he was born in Wudang, the patriarch Zhang Sanfeng once watched the distant mountains and realized the formation of Wudang Mountain Town, he jokingly said that he almost became the master of Zixiao Palace, and he naturally dabbled in the formation.

This formation changes according to the qi of the person entering the formation, but Wang Anfeng wears a wooden sword that can barely be called a divine soldier, and he can trigger such a change.

It's not good, it's not good.

The Taoist priest glanced at the green-shirted scribe who seemed to be a little lazy, smiled and shook his head.

At this time, the formation that Wang Anfeng had fallen outside also changed.

The infinite sword light dissipated, and he could vaguely see a white robe, holding a long sword obliquely in his hand, standing in front of Wang Anfeng, his face and body were all blurred, and he couldn't see it really, but the sharp and abnormal qi was extremely clear.

The combination of the unreal and the real creates a certain uneasiness filled with awe.

The middle and third rank martial artists have been able to outline the heaven and earth, and when they make a move, they will change the celestial phenomena in a radius of more than ten miles, and the upper three grades are undoubtedly much worse.

A warrior left the sword intent, even if he died, but when the remaining sword intent was triggered, when the heavenly phenomena were attracted with this sword intent, it was no longer an illusory thing, nor was it a record in the text file, a plain and boring text.

The body is dead, but the Tao is not gone.

This is a sword stabbed by a stunningly talented generation of female swords hundreds of years ago.

This sword, spanning hundreds of years, crossing several ordinary life and death, crossing the mountains and rivers, and once again showing in front of Wang Anfeng, people will change, but the sword will not.

The sword is still as sharp as it was then.

The green-shirted scribe's eyes widened slightly, looking at the white-clothed sword holding the sword on the 'opposite side', and suddenly spoke, saying:

"This woman uses the mountain gate as a sword, which lasts for a hundred years."

"It's not under your mountain."

The monk bowed his head and said flatly:

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

His eyes were on the 'woman' outside who had founded the world's number one sword sect.

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes and stepped forward, already avoiding the fierce sword qi naturally formed by the qi machine in every square inch.

Several cracks had been cut under his feet.

And the oppression of heaven and earth on him is also getting bigger and bigger, this kind of power is different from the technique he is best at, as if the general trend of heaven and earth, people have a move to break, but heaven and earth have no moves, just chaos.

Wang Anfeng exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and slowly raised his right hand.

For the first time since he had come out of the mountain, this palm was firmly grasped on the hilt of the wooden sword behind his back, and his five fingers moved in rhythm, and then he clenched it tightly.

The sword roared.

There was a flash of lightning that began to spread from the palm of his hand.

The scabbard of this sword, to be honest, looks quite powerful.

In other words, it is very popular with the third master Hong Luoyu, in order to suppress the spiritual charm of the wooden sword behind Wang Anfeng in the scabbard, the green-shirted scribe specially created it for him, and there are all kinds of talisman patterns on it, blocking the spiritual rhyme and preventing it from leaking.

But at this time, these talismans lit up one after another, accompanied by a crisp and continuous click, and the last yin and yang fish opened directly from the middle.

There was a soft click, and the scabbard was untied from Wang Anfeng's back and fell to the ground.

The blade of the sword in the scabbard was exposed.

The thunderbolt, which had been suppressed for three years, was entangled from the blade of the sword.

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, raised it from the back, the blade of the sword crossed an arc behind him, his left hand pointed in front of him, his eyes were peaceful, and at this moment, he was three or two points similar to the Taoist in the bamboo forest.

He saluted the illusory illusion in front of him and said softly:

"Please advise, senior."

Thunder moves slightly.

Wudang Mountain's thunder control sword technique appeared for the first time in the rivers and lakes of Daqin.

PS: Today's first update is ............

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