The first-class grandmaster master in the world is fighting in front of him today, Lin Qiaofu realized that even though he has read a lot of classics, it is not useful at all at this time, and the two of them are simple to the limit of a sword and a finger.

But a sword and a finger are indescribably terrifying.

Now Lao Lu and Tai Shujian are entangled by the two masters of the Wen family, Wang Anfeng is seriously injured, I don't know how much combat power he has, and his biggest reliance is also entangled by the sword saint Pei Danding, who has enjoyed the world's fame for more than ten years.

This overly appropriate arrangement made her feel uneasy.

After settling down, Lin Qiaofu, who had always seemed soft and waxy, turned around and whispered to Lu Baiping to propose to meet Wang Anfeng, Lu Baiping looked up at Yufu Mountain, which was known as a sword qi everywhere, pursed her lips, and didn't say much, just nodded solemnly.

A sword slanted, and Qianshan Si turned around and retreated.

At this time, he had already been hit by several swords, but a sharp sword intent rose above him, climbing the ladder step by step.

When he was in Sanshan Pavilion before, Hongluo Yu said that his swordsmanship had been honed to the level of a wisp of sword intent, which could be deducted from the Heavenly Gate, and at this time, with the fight with Gong Yu, the sword intent became more and more fierce.

With the sword standing on the side of the body, the slightly slender sword in Gong Yu's hand brushed the sword in Qianshan Si's hand, and hit each other with the sword, and another piece of sword qi escaped, and the splintering pine waves sprinkled and flew up.

The sword in Gong Yu's hand became more and more chilly.

It seems that in an instant, there is a thousand autumn snow condensed on this three-foot Qingfeng, between heaven and earth, the cold is cold in an instant, and the frost is condensed into snow between Gong Yu's fingers, and the wind and snow whirl, like a long sword and sword edge, slashing towards Qianshan Si.

The sword intent visible to the naked eye swept across the sky, turning into a pale storm, the clouds and mist within a radius of dozens of miles were frozen, turning into white snow and scattering one after another.

Beside the two of them, there was a trace of sharp sword intent in every snowflake, and these originally gentle and romantic flying snow seemed to be a sharp long sword, sweeping down from the sky.

Qianshan Si's plain clothes instantly cracked and there were many cuts.

The blood was thick and red, staining his body-like body in an instant.

The blood in the snow is even whiter, and the color of the blood is more and more dazzling.

Gong Yu held the long sword in his hand obliquely, and he had never killed him, his voice was already extremely cold, and he said:

"Get out of the way."

Qianshan Si smiled, his eyes were as bright as stars, and said:

"It's fashionable and you can't tell the winner, so why be in such a hurry? Or has Miss Gongyu decided that you are above me? ”

Gong Yu's voice was cold, and he said, "What are you for?" ”

"It's in the same league as the people down there."

Qianshansi smiled, with a gentle and elegant atmosphere.

"For the sword."

The long sword in his hand was raised, and the aura on his body became more and more fierce, as if the flame was still burning warmly in the cold winter, and the sword intent did not have the slightest damage, but became more and more pure, and then smiled:

"Beyond a thousand mountains are a thousand mountains, Miss Gongyu."

"Qianshan Si should use a sword to buckle the gate of heaven today."

There is sword intent to take off into the air and disperse the wind and snow.

The old man's expression changed slightly, he put away his original ridicule and disdain, became much more solemn, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch the wine jug on his waist, but he touched it empty, and muttered:

"Ten years of martial arts practice to sharpen the sword, three years of thousands of miles of fighting to raise the sword, a full thirteen years of not retreating, unwilling to slack off, just to make this sword today?"

"When you use a sword to block the gate of heaven, good boy, a little crazy."

The voice paused, and then he continued: "

"It's a lot crazier than Lao Tzu thought."

Xie Shan was stunned and said:

"Thirteen years? Just to make this sword? ”

The old man said: "But this sword can hold the gate of heaven." ”

"But, that's thirteen years......!"

The old man was a little impatient, slapped Xie Shan's head, and scolded: "Let you look good, what are you fucking talking about, just raise your eyes and look at it, this play is much more interesting than Lao Tzu thought, don't be mistaken." ”

"Just look at the two above, don't look at the one who plays with the sword below, you will almost be useless if you see it, and don't look at the one with your fingers, if you look at it, it will be fucking wasted."

"But the uncle's swordsmanship down there looks simpler, doesn't it?"

"Simple? He only has one set of swordsmanship when he plays around, but this set of swordsmanship is different every time, although it is not the same every time, but it is indeed a set of swordsmanship, and this set of swordsmanship has given birth to flowers. ”

"What about fingering?"

"Fingering? Hey, the fingering is even more powerful, there are more than seventeen martial arts paths mixed in it, you are so stupid, you will definitely not be able to learn it. ”

Xie Shan stuck out his tongue in surprise and said:

"Seventeen? Such a powerful martial art, I definitely can't learn it. ”

The old man sneered disdainfully:

"Awesome fart, I've never seen such a garbage martial arts, it's as rotten as a piece of."

"Huh? But, doesn't it look amazing? ”

The old man said:

"Yes, but martial arts are against people, this set of martial arts is very wasteful, but this person is very strong."

"Let me tell you, if you don't practice well, with the speed of the person below, you can poke you like a dead dog with your little thumb, and you won't be out of breath."

"It's just this kind of martial arts that is as rotten as a lump of mud, and if the speed is not enough, it is a ninth-rate four-like martial arts, and the speed is above a certain level, which is equivalent to facing multiple masters at the same time to cooperate with the siege, and it is impossible to prevent it."

"This is why he can support under Pei Danding's sword, and even be able to use it with ease, such martial arts are really difficult."

Xie Shan looked yearning and said, "So powerful? ”

The old man stayed with Xie Shan for seven years, and as soon as he raised his buttocks, he knew whether he was going to fart or shit, and his face was full of ridicule at the moment, and he said:

"You'd better let go of what is in your head as a fart, this level of light skill, he can rank in the top three in the rivers and lakes within a hundred years, you have no hope in this life."

"It's better to practice swords, look good!"

Xie Shan sighed honestly, but after a few breaths after quieting down, he said again: "Old man, what did you think Senior Brother Qianshan would be like?" ”

The old man was silent and scolded in a low voice:

"you."

"Look good."

The black-clothed old man in Wanling City looked at the chess game on the table next to him, his expression was slow and calm, with a slight hint of solemnity, thinking about today's battle more than 100 miles away, his eyes were slightly closed.

On the finger of his right hand is a white chess piece, which he gently taps on the chessboard.

The sound of the piano in the ears is tactful, like a rapids and waterfalls.

The old man probably felt that no one could solve this game of chess, nor could he say that no one could solve it, it should be said that in this huge Danyang County of Wanling City, few people could solve it.

He casually threw the chess pieces in his hand on the chessboard and spun around.

His eyes closed slightly, listening to the sound of the piano in his ears, he bent his fingers and tapped the chess pieces to meet, and said softly:

"Good piano, good piano sound."

He didn't seem to be worried about the game at all.

Indeed, why worry?

This is his arrogance, but also his loneliness and loneliness.

Who can solve a son's fall?

Only the strikers are compatible, entertaining themselves.

Wen Chang, who was hidden on the side of Yufu Mountain, looked a little blue, and even a little black, he was so good that he lurked in the mountain grass that grew vigorously in the spring, and submerged most of his body in it.

He held a bow in his right hand, a strong bow, a strong bow that was enough to pierce through the Great Qin Iron Armor eight hundred steps away, and there were familiar companions around him, which seemed to be enough to make anyone feel frightened, but he could be sure that the faces of those companions at this time would not be half as beautiful as his own.

It was more than they could have imagined from the beginning.

They were ordered by the head of the family to come and kill one person's life, but before they could make a move, the two adults were already entangled, and after that, the masters who could open a sect in one place on the rivers and lakes seemed to emerge in a pile.

The huge Jade Floating Mountain was almost half destroyed, the sword qi was horizontal, the mountains and rocks were split, at this time he had no desire to make a move, he just wanted to be able to lurk quietly in place and live until this matter was completely over.

But at this moment, a hand was held around his neck.

The hand was slender and fair, and he had never seen such a beautiful palm in his life.

By the time he finally reacted, the slender and delicate palm had already crushed his throat bone as if it had broken a piece of grass.

Wen Chang's eyes were dim, and he was slumped in the grass.

He is indeed a man who is very good at lurking his body, finding places where he can hide his vision, the mountain grass of spring grows vigorously and softly, and a grown man dies and falls, and does not make the slightest suspicious sound.

The beautiful palm took the strong bow in his hand in exchange for a hundred taels of silver, drew an arrow from the quiver behind him, put the arrow on the strong bow, and pointed downward.

Lin Qiaofu and Wang Anfeng rendezvous.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and although the sound of the strong bowstring vibrating was subtle, it reached the ears of the two archers around him, and the archers, who were accustomed to obeying the orders of the leader, subconsciously stretched their bows, as if the wind was blowing across the plain, and a hundred strong bows were opened.

In the position that originally belonged to Wen Chang, a woman narrowed her eyes.

The fingers of the right hand are loosened.

The bowstring buzzed and trembled, the arrows passed through the clouds, and directly took Wang Anfeng, and the remaining archers subconsciously let go of the bowstring, and then instinctively took the arrows, shot, three shots at a time, and the arrows were dense, and directly took Wang Anfeng's four people.

When the speed and number of arrows reach a certain height, there is a fitting name for it.

Migratory locust.

Wang Anfeng's expression changed slightly, as if he was a little reluctant, he raised his hand and took the Qingfeng Xie long sword behind Lin Qiaofu, stabbed the first arrow with a sword, and then shook his wrist to exert force, and purely used swordsmanship to deflect the arrow, and spun and hit the other arrows.

The arrows, like a surging wave, froze instantly.

Wang Anfeng, who has obviously reached the point of running out of oil and lamps, simply relied on swordsmanship, and was born in the rain of arrows, hitting a safe blank, when the last arrow was opened by taking advantage of the situation, Wang Anfeng seemed to be a little out of strength, and the sword in his hand actually came out of his hand.

An afterimage suddenly came from the mountain.

It was a beautiful woman dressed in plain white clothes, her eyes were like autumn water, but at this time, she was full of resentment, and her right hand was clasped with a short sword that was only slightly longer than a dagger.

Lin Qiaofu's face turned pale and exclaimed:

"Fish intestine sword, how is it possible?!"

Huai Die, the master of the fish intestine sword, who should have died, reappeared with the fish intestine sword in his hand, and it happened to be when Wang Anfeng had no sword in his hand.

His light skill is extremely strong, he approached in an instant, grabbed Wang Anfeng's shoulder with his left hand, and the fish intestine in his right hand was about to stab towards Wang Anfeng's heart, at this time, Shi Huaidie was on the right side of Wang Anfeng's body, and if he wanted to attack her, he could only use his left hand.

However, Wang Anfeng's left shoulder had already been pierced by a sword when he had just hammered the young man, and he was completely unable to use force.

The sword intent that seemed to be like a thousand years of cold snow reappeared.

On top of Wang Anfeng's right hand sword finger.

Pure chill and sword intent rose, Shi Huaidie's cheeks ached, as if he had been slashed by a sword, and his movements couldn't help but deform, just stabbed on Wang Anfeng's left shoulder.

At the same time, Wang Anfeng took a step forward, turned around, and used the injured shoulder as a collision angle to hit Shi Huaidie's body, forcing him to take two steps away, leaving a foot away.

Immediately, the sword finger of his right hand was raised.

The chill was great.

Qingfeng unravels the sword intent, and a foot of snow is a thousand autumns.

The familiar sword intent attracted Gong Yu's attention, and he lowered his eyes to see the arrows all over the ground, the familiar fish intestine sword master, and Lin Qiaofu, who was slightly pale, without the slightest hesitation, left behind the high-spirited Qianshan Si, and suddenly turned around.

Then he exposed his back to Qianshan Si, whose sword intent could buckle the gate of heaven.

At this time, the sword in Qianshan Si's palm, just like a meteor breaking through the sky, could pierce Gong Yu's back in a blink of an eye, complete his long-cherished wish for thirteen years, thoroughly hone his sword intent, and step into the realm of the third-grade grandmaster.

With ten years of martial arts practice and sharpening swords, with three years of fighting for thousands of miles to raise swords, for a full thirteen years without retreating or slacking off.

Qianshan thinks that today he should use a sword to buckle the gate of heaven.

This sword came to an abrupt end.

The wind and snow are coming backwards.

The sharp sword intent that penetrated his body devoured his body, Qianshan Si's face turned pale, coughed up blood, and stood in the air, thirteen years, ten years of sword practice, three years of fighting, and the indomitable spirit that had been accumulated dissipated in this last moment.

Coughing up blood profusely.

I almost couldn't control my body and fell from the sky.

He turned his head to look at the side of Yufu Mountain, and the sword in his hand turned to the place where the arrow came from, a swordsman with wonderful talent, a sword that was about to knock on the gate of heaven and stop himself, instantly turned into a sword light like dozens of zhang training, and cut down the red dust.

It's as if he's venting his anger.

Because of the reckless internal force, Qianshan Si coughed up blood, bowed in the direction of Gong Yu, and said loudly:

"Miss Gongyu, I can't have fun today, so I'll come back tomorrow."

"Don't do that next time."

The eyes of the old man with a broken leg and arm below lit up, and he raised his hand and slapped it heavily on Xie Shan's head, making a crisp sound, as if clapping his palm, and cheered loudly in his mouth, saying:

"Good, good!"

"If you detain the gate of heaven today, it is just the gate of heaven, and if you withdraw the sword today, you will enter the gate of heaven, and you will have a bright future, and thirty years later, you should be in the top three in the way of the sword in the rivers and lakes!"

Su Zhengcheng looked at the fight that only happened next to Wang Anfeng below, seemed a little helpless, rubbed his eyebrows, and then said lightly:

"Get on your horse, gun."

"The Emperor Taishang ordered that he should live, and Wang Anfeng can't die."

"No!"

Dozens of miles away, three hundred horsemen rushed in.

The first person wears black armor and holds a gun, and on one side of his shirt, there is a jade plaque the size of a thumb.

The scribe in a green shirt sat on a bamboo chair, half-reclining, holding his chin with one hand, looking at the chess pieces on the chessboard, and a strand of black hair hanging down on his forehead, looking a little lazy and excessive.

This is an obvious game of chess, although Bai Zi took a step back, some disadvantages, but step by step, the black dragon trapped and killed, look at the situation, within a few moves, almost to kill the dragon.

The green-shirted scribe fell.

Falling sunspots.

In the blink of an eye, a piece of your black chess piece was swallowed, but the original dead game had more controllability, as if a dragon was born with broken horns.

The dead end is alive.

PS: Today's second update is presented............ I haven't revised it yet, so I'll put it on after I'm done.

PS2: Thank you for giving me a big reward, thank you very much

It's really a little late.,It can be said that it was yesterday's second shift.,But the number of words is enough.,More than 4,000 words.,Pro.。