Suddenly, the old man's expression changed slightly, and he was about to take action to hold Wang Anfeng down, but he paused slightly, and what he saw in his eyes was that the young man was not afraid or frightened, his body stretched in mid-air, and his right hand had naturally fallen on the hilt of the wooden sword behind him.

His expression and bearing are like predatory tigers.

The old man's right hand, which had been stretched out, was retracted, landed on his waist, picked up the huge wine gourd, poured it into his mouth with his neck up, and his eyes fell on Wang Anfeng.

Hey, hey...... No way......

Just a warrior who realized the sword intent came.

What's going on today?

Hearing the sound of Baili Feng and Tuoba Yue running out of the Jing Pavilion, they saw the long sword that rose to the sky, saw the girl who was half-kneeling on the ground and Wang Anfeng who fell from the sky, his expression changed slightly, Baili Feng was anxious, he couldn't help but take a step forward, and shouted:

"An Feng!!"

The young man's eyes seemed to have a cold light, and the palm holding the hilt of the sword suddenly exerted force.

The eight-sided Han sword came out of its sheath in the midst of the roar of the sword, and instantly slashed in front of it, staggering left and right with the two long swords that came from the air, bursting out with a dazzling spark.

The sword was unmanned and fell back when struck.

Wang Anfeng took advantage of the situation and fell into the water, his body was half-squatting, and a splash was stirred, the ripples were blocked, and above the young man's body, the blue thunder was entangled like a dragon, flashing by.

At this time, he had fallen into the encirclement of hundreds of spirit swords.

The agitated water splash fell on the surface of the water, and the spirit sword that originally rose to the sky was touched by the qi machine, and reversed again, the hilt of the sword was facing upward, and the blade pointed straight to the ground, and the sharp qi machine containing tens of hundreds of years appeared, causing ripples to appear on the water surface.

In the middle of the air, there were several figures rushing in, wanting to stop it, the old man raised his neck and drank a sip of turbid wine, his left hand swayed at will, and there was no move, just a palm cross, there was a strong spirit swept through the air, the distant stratus clouds dispersed, and the weak air was compressed into the most insurmountable wall in the world, blocking in front of those people.

The three figures stopped at an extreme speed, and their faces appeared, all of them were women dressed in white and carrying long swords. Although it can be seen that he is not young, he is still charming, which is enough to be called gorgeous. The long swords behind them are different, but they all have different appearances, which is obviously extraordinary.

The old man took off the gourd in his hand, shook it at will, and said in a flat voice.

"What's the hurry? Watching the play, watching the play. ”

The woman who was the leader of the three took a step forward, bowed in the void, and said in a deep voice:

"Wine is free seniors, although the spirit sword will only instinctively counterattack, and the moves are similar to those of the opponent, but after all, there are hundreds of them, if you watch from the sidelines, you may cause trouble."

His voice paused slightly, and he emphasized it in a more accentuated tone.

"After all, this is a student of the Fufeng Academy."

The old man didn't care, he looked at the spirit sword that moved because of the qi machine below, his expression was focused, like an old pine that had been rooted in the mountain rock for decades, unbreakable, without the slightest wavering, and said:

"It's okay, there's an old man."

The spirit sword lost its master, and it was not able to become a divine soldier, but it could only carry out an instinctive counterattack according to the strength of the person who shot it, and there were one hundred and thirty-one spirit swords below, even if it was the three foolish swords of the sword saint, the remaining power was not his opponent.

The old man looked at the young man below.

After another sip of drinking, holding the wine gourd in his right hand and raising it suddenly, the clear wine spilled out of the mouth of the gourd, and the air was filled with a pungent aroma, obviously the kind of liquor that scraped the throat, the wine fell from the sky, like rain, just fell in the center, the sword qi machine was involved, like a sword array, and the invisible qi machine chopped the wine into fine water droplets, and fell into the water surface of the waterfall.

It is like thousands of flying fish flicking their tails, and fine ripples appear on the surface of the water.

The sound of the sword merged.

Wang Anfeng's right toe stepped deeply on the shallow pebbles, and suddenly with force, a circle of water waves broke out, and the young man was like a rushing tiger, heading towards Xue Qinshuang who was hundreds of meters away in front of him, and a spirit sword lit up, and then in the way they had missed in the past decades or even hundreds of years, they either split or slashed, and tore towards Wang Anfeng.

The boy's eyes widened slightly, his heart beat fast, and his eyes were bright.

If he wanted to heal Xue Qinshuang's wounds, he had to break through the barrier of the hundred swords.

In his mind, seventy-two years of broken moves flowed rapidly.

However, before a countermeasure could appear in his mind, the wooden sword in his hand had already reacted, his body quickly stopped, and he turned back suddenly, his spirit and spirit condensed into one, and the wooden sword stabbed straight out.

There was a sound of Qingyue's sword roaring.

The eight-sided Han sword and a slender jade sword collided with their blades, and they slammed together steadily.

A circle of qi waves shook from where the sword blade touched, and then swept in all directions, setting off a layer of water curtain, shaking the surrounding long swords slightly, Wang Anfeng turned his wrist, the long sword was slightly raised, and the opposite sword was picked apart, and the figure took advantage of the situation.

There are long swords passing under him, and long swords slashing from the air.

There are swords in the void, and there are swords that roar and roar.

Those spirit swords don't seem to hurt him, each time they make a move, there are only three spirit swords, but they are connected with each other with sword intent, suddenly fierce, suddenly fierce, almost endless, showing all the swordsmanship that those swordsmen used to fight in the world when they were young.

The young man's pupils contracted slightly, and the long sword in his hand changed its moves, becoming faster and more swift and sharp, almost instinctively breaking through that sect of swordsmanship.

Xue Qinshuang forgot to die because of his sacrifice of life and death, and had nothing but the sword, and realized the vast sword intent, and Wang Anfeng wanted to save people, the long sword in his hand became more and more urgent, and the moves were sharp.

A body of penance and external strength, Shaolin's mellow internal strength, is fundamental.

Seventy-two hands are broken, the pupil technique of looking at the clouds and looking at the qi, and the method of the twenty-eight potential strengths, which is the sword embryo.

Honed in the Bronze Man Alley, struggling with life and death several times, it is for the perfection of the furnace and the tempering of thousands of tempers.

If the warrior competes in the world, today there should be a new sword quenched and cut the edge.

The red sun is rising, and its path is bright.

The milk tiger roars in the valley, and the beasts are terrified.

Above the sky, the woman was moved, the old man's eyes widened, a look of disbelief appeared on his face, and finally he sat on the clouds, his white hair danced, and he laughed out loud:

"Hahahaha, good, good!"

"One is abandoned, I am on my own, the other is broken, and the sword is used to break the world's law!"

"It's all good, it's all good!"

"I'm not alone! I am not alone! ”

Thousands of peaks, there are waterfalls roaring straight down.

The boy stepped forward.

The sword is held diagonally.

Behind him, a long sword roared, spun and landed, and thrust upside down into the water, trembling incessantly.

In an instant, it has become a smooth road.

PS: Second update.

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