Not far in front is the courtyard where the wine is free to live in seclusion, and you can faintly see the wine jars piled up on the side of the courtyard, as well as a large wide martial arts arena.

On one side of the arena stood a stand, on which were placed all the common weapons that could be found on the rivers and lakes.

Uncle Tai reined in the carriage, a pair of eyes staring at the front, the long sword that had accompanied him all his life was held in his hand, his thumb was against the hilt, and he unconsciously had been unsheathed by an inch.

Behind Yu Chijie, the general patted the horse forward and blocked in front of Yu Chijie.

In the middle of the crowd and the courtyard, stood a burly man at least nine feet tall, covered with iron armor, but with a pair of bare arms, his hands resting on the hilt of his sword, standing silent, like a mountain.

The sword was particularly wide, the big man of Angzang put his hands loosely on the hilt of the sword, the blade was even able to penetrate straight into the ground, and the sharp air pierced people's eyes painfully, Lin Qiaofu poked out his little head from the curtains on both sides of the carriage, and his face turned pale after just one glance, and said:

"Juque?!"

Uncle Tai was trembling and almost threw the long sword in his hand.

"Little girl, are you mistaken?"

"It's been almost sixty years since the Juque Sword was lost in the rivers and lakes, and the last sword-wielding great swordsman of the Chu State returned to seclusion with this sword, and he didn't even come out of the battle of Shenwu to destroy the country eighteen years ago, how could he suddenly appear here?"

"It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense!"

Uncle Tai screamed.

The heaven and the earth were gloomy, and the wind was blowing, making everyone's clothes swing, and the covered man holding the sword in front of the courtyard raised his eyes and slowly took a step, and the giant sword gave birth to a murderous machine.

The giant sword blade was pointed diagonally on the ground.

The first step was already more than ten zhang away, and it was only a few steps away from Wang Anfeng and others.

Taking another step, the blade of the big sword was slightly raised, wrapped in the momentum of tearing the wind and rain, and slashed towards a large area in front of him, Wang Anfeng raised his right hand, pulled out the broad sword that was obtained from Qing Feng, and turned around and slashed.

It was a loud bang.

Visible ripples rose from the place where the two swords touched, and an invisible aura spread outward, and all the dust and floating soil in the air were discharged.

One by one, he clamped the two girls inside, and when he came back, he directly crashed into the back of the carriage, rolling to the ground in embarrassment, for fear of being involved in the qi machine over there, and was directly split by a sword qi.

The heart was beating wildly, and when he looked up again, Wang Anfeng and the covered man holding the giant que on the opposite side wrestled with swords, while Gong Yu was holding a sword and driving a horse, sweeping the formation on the side, and he did not rush forward, but his breath became sharper and sharper.

The muscles of the family guarding in front of Wei Chijie were tense, and the murderous intent made him feel the urge to leave here now, but he knew that if he acted recklessly at this time, he might be the first to die.

At the moment, he could only grit his teeth secretly, and blocked in front of the pale-faced Yu Chijie, blocking the qi machine, and his eyes were watching the sudden confrontation in front of him.

The sword in Wang Anfeng's hand collided with Juque, one of the top ten famous swords of the previous generation.

There was no sign of damage.

The sudden outbreak of murderous aura was terrifyingly viscous, making Wang Anfeng's hairs stand on the back of his neck, holding the sword and wrestling, at this time he held the sword in his right hand, and pressed his left hand on the spine of the sword, competing with the strong brute force, there was a faint golden flow on the edge of the palms of both hands, and said slowly:

"Who are you?"

The look in the man's eyes did not change at all, and he did not answer to give Wang Anfeng a chance to speculate, but he roared angrily in his throat, and his amazing brute force skyrocketed again, pushing Wang Anfeng away directly, and even staggered back, Wang Anfeng gritted his teeth and tried his best to resist.

Since learning the Ten Powers of Rulai, this is the first time that he has been directly pushed away in the confrontation directly opposite, and every step backward will leave a very deep footprint on the ground, and if he retreats seven steps in a row, it is seven footprints.

When stepping down the seventh step, Wang Anfeng suddenly let out a low voice, red gold Buddhist texts appeared in the center of his eyebrows, and the qi machine outside his body was entangled and floating, forming a pale golden Buddha bell visible to the naked eye, which was buckled upside down on his body and slowly rotated.

Suddenly, the air wave was stirred.

Several horses neighed behind him, and died violently on the spot, Gong Yu rose up, holding a sword in his hand, and Uncle Taijian had already pulled the two little girls to run back.

"Hurry back!!"

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, his mouth contained true qi, and he shouted angrily, and suddenly there seemed to be a lion roaring angrily in the void, and the man with the covered face seemed to be in a slight trance, and the strength in his hand naturally weakened.

Wang Anfeng took advantage of the situation to withdraw his sword and retreated, and the giant sword slashed into the ground, at this time, Wang Anfeng's body stopped suddenly, and he suddenly took a step forward, and his right foot directly stepped on the broad sword body, stepping on the ground.

The right hand knocked the sword behind, and the left hand suddenly opened, turning into the appearance of a palm, drawing an arc from the ribs, and counterattacking the strong man's dantian upwards.

Hearing the sound of the sword in his ears, Gong Yu had been watching for a long time, and under the pull of the qi, the sword in his hand had already burst out.

did not outline the heaven and earth, nor did he induce visions, but just condensed a sword intent sword momentum on the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, and it came in an instant, pointing directly at the key points behind the man with a covered face.

The sharp sword qi sword intent pierced, just out of the sheath and out of the sword, it was already about to make the uncle not far away scream, but when this Qing Feng unleashed the sword of the leader of the younger generation, when it stabbed the upper body of the covered man, it was only able to pierce half an inch, and he was no longer able to continue.

Gong Yu's expression did not change, he raised his hand and turned his wrist, the azure sword qi erupted, tearing out several blood marks, stepping on the man's shoulder, turning around and retreating, pulling away the distance, there were red blood beads sliding down the spine of the sword, and the man's back was already dripping with blood, which was quite miserable.

But whether it is Tai Shujian or Gong Yu himself, they all know that this is just a skin injury at all, and it is harmless to a seven- or eight-rank martial artist, not to mention the overfaced man in front of him who shot at them for some reason.

Uncle Tai grinned and smiled bitterly.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the wind howling in his ears, and the fierce palm force pressed the void, even if he was already far away, he felt that his breathing was a little difficult.

This is obviously the world's first-class fierce palm technique!

It actually appeared on a martial artist with extremely deep swordsmanship cultivation?!

Uncle Tai's brain was a little dazed for a while, as if it was filled with paste.

Wang Anfeng's left palm was ordinary when it came out, as if he didn't know martial arts, but then it suddenly became very fast, and when he was about to die, it was even more condensed like a mountain, vast and heavy, and there was a faint illusory appearance behind him, and before the rest of the people could see it clearly, a palm had already hit the man's abdomen hard.

Bang bang.

Countless waves of air exploded, and the entire ground was almost crushed and torn by this wave of air and fell a few inches, and the man's back was stabbed with a lot of blood, but when he stepped on the ground, he didn't move at all, Wang Anfeng felt that his palms trembled and stinged, and his expression changed slightly.

And in this instant, the eyes of the man who covered the face had returned to their original appearance, and they were dark and dull like a dull night.

Raising the sword in his right hand, the sword violently broke away from the suppression, raised, and then slashed down at Wang Anfeng's head.

Wang Anfeng shouted angrily in a low voice, the vision of the golden bell jar outside his body reappeared, and there was a thunderbolt in his palm, which attracted the thunder that Fang Cai's palm had hit into his body, Gong Yu and Wang Anfeng got close and heard the sound of thunder exploding in his internal organs.

Juque split, after all, it was missed.

Just slashed heavily on the side of Wang Anfeng's side, an extremely deep crack appeared on the ground in an instant, and the sword qi blade reached the depth of Lin Qiaofu and the others, and Tai Shujian stopped the two Qingfeng disciples behind him, and shouted out the sword angrily.

His face turned red, and he barely led away the sword qi that had been missed, and he was already staggering back, almost coughing up blood, and the look on his face was even more complicated, grinning bitterly:

"I was thinking if I could get closer. I didn't expect to encounter such a thing......"

"This is not much worse than what was said in "Da Chu Xun Ye Sword", the mountains and rivers of the previous generation of Juque Sword Masters."

"No...... right"

Lin Qiaofu's little face turned pale, shook her head, and stared straight at the three people in the distance.

With the strength of Wang Anfeng and Gong Yu, they were able to make the tall man with a face miss a move, and it was not even a slight injury, and the two of them had undoubtedly used at least seventy or eighty percent of their martial arts just now.

The man in front of him was obviously comparable to the strength level of the sect master in a county sect.

At the very least, when holding the Juque Sword, he is an absolute four-rank master, and the first class of rivers and lakes under the grandmaster.

Uncle Taijian turned to look at her, Lin Qiaofu took a deep breath and said softly:

"That move just now was the secret sword of the Western Chu royal family, which specialized in cultivating Juque."

"Ode to Mountains and Rivers......

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