Looking at the mountains and forests, there was a piece of black pressure everywhere, and a long time passed after Wang Anfeng spoke, but it was only quiet, and just when even Wei Chijie was a little suspicious of whether he heard it wrong, a laugh came from the darkness.

Now they walked on the mountain path, which spiraled like a snake upward, with a rather steep rock wall on one side and a steep slope on the other, and if they stepped on the air, they would tumble down the mountain.

If you don't have any skills, it's basically a bloody end, and your head won't look much better than a broken egg.

Now the laughter came from the side of the steep slope, and a whistling could be heard, and a big man with thick muscles and bones descended from the sky, standing steadily five steps in front of Wang Anfeng and the others, with a circle of beards, holding a pig iron wind splitting knife in his right hand, with big eyes of copper bells, and his momentum looked quite terrifying.

Accompanied by strange screams and whistling sounds, one after another figures fell from the sky, their movements were quite sensitive, and they looked much more majestic and fierce than the two Taoist priests just now.

After a while, more than 20 big men stood in front of Wang Anfeng and the others, filling the mountain road that was not very spacious in the first place, everyone was wearing a collar of black and blue cloth, with a wide knife in their hands, and a cruel smile on their faces.

A discerning person knows at a glance that it is the murderer who cut the path and robbed in the mountains and forests.

The big man at the head laughed loudly:

"Little brother has good eyesight."

"I admire it below, I don't know where the hero is young, amazing!"

said so, but a pair of eyes did not fall on Wang Anfeng's body at all.

They had just been negligent and lost the Taoist priest, but they saw many torches lit up on the mountain road, and they followed the way, wanting to make a deal without a book.

But almost when he came down, a pair of eyeballs were already glued to Gong Yu behind Wang Anfeng, and he couldn't move it anymore, his Adam's apple shook up and down, and he swallowed his saliva fiercely.

Then floated to Lin Qiaofu, who looked a little timid behind Wang Anfeng, and Lu Baiping, who had her sword eyebrows upside down, and her heart was moved.

He has been walking the rivers and lakes for so long, he has never seen a woman with this posture, not to mention that there are three at first sight, although the demeanor and temperament are different, but each one is not worse than those so-called Oiran with a posture on the big painting boat, the temperament is fresh and soft, but it is much better.

Especially the one with the coldest look, it almost dazzled his eyes, even the Nine Heavens Xuannu mentioned in the book is nothing more than that, she is a big man who is used to killing people and robbing money, and she actually feels restrained at this time.

A hint of disgust appeared in Gong Yu's eyes.

There was also a middle-aged man next to the big man, his eyes slashed at Gong Yu's body twice, and then he landed on the injured Taoist priest in the carriage, and his eyes were full of joy, and he looked at the group quite cautiously.

A few young men, although they wore swords, were really not worried.

Maybe it was just to take advantage of the evening to go to the top of the mountain to watch the sunrise of the young warriors, these people he had seen a lot in the past few years, in addition, Tai Shujian, who was sitting in the carriage and pulling the reins, was directly ignored by him.

But it's just a white-haired old horseman, so what's there to fear?

Can you dismount and cut people with a sword on your back?

looked at it, only the big man standing behind the anointed man seemed to be a little threatening, and the others didn't have a big deal even if they had a little martial arts in their hands, this gang of bandits was wandering around in the mountains to commit crimes, and each of them had their lives in their hands, how could they be afraid of these little hairy heads?

It's all a job to add blood to the knife's edge, who is afraid of whom?

The wide knife in his hand was slightly raised, and he said:

"Brother's eyesight, I really admire it, even in this place, I dare to walk with torches, I don't know if I look down on Lao Tzu, or look down on the cleaver in the hands of the brothers?"

He swung the knife in his hand heavily, and his expression became hideous.

"Brothers, come on!"

"Chop these men to death directly, the two Taoist priests abolished their three legs, and the remaining three little ladies and big guys were divided! After getting the money, go down the mountain and have fun! ”

The bandits shouted.

They also knew that with the appearance of these three women, they would never have a chance to taste it, but after doing a good job in this single transaction, they went down the mountain to the city, and naturally there was a Qinglou kiln sister who only recognized silver.

Even sleeping together is not a delusion.

These two Taoist priests have been waiting on this mountain for a long time, and they have already been holding back their anger, and sometimes they look at the brothers next to them with a little bit in their eyes, and now with this great opportunity, how can they let it go?

What's more, if you can rub a little oil, pinch your little hands, and hug your small waist when you wait for a while, then you can be regarded as earning it in this life.

Lin Qiaofu's face was a little pale, and this appearance made their hearts more and more cheerful.

The steel knife in his hand was raised, and the edge of the blade reflected a cold light.

With a shout in his mouth, he rushed forward, and the leader of the bandits hurriedly shouted: "The white-clothed goddess fairy, you are all polite, Lao Tzu wants to take it back to be the lady of the village, who dares to move a finger, Lao Tzu chops it off for him!" ”

"Haha, the owner of the village, this is the third lady of the village."

"You can't toss to death again."

Someone in the crowd was coaxing, and the bandits echoed more than once, Wang Anfeng raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, caught a glimpse of Gong Yu's eyes and seemed to have a chill in his eyes, looked at the middle-aged man next to the bandit leader, considered it, and said:

"This gentleman, I have seen that you have the best bearing, and now I will die more clearly."

"What is it that you have to hunt down and kill these two Dao Masters, and you want to gang up with bandits, and even let others go?"

The middle-aged man seemed to be slightly stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud and said:

"Hahaha, joke!"

"Lao Tzu was originally a strong man who cut paths in the mountains, and it would be a pity not to eat such a good deal to send to the door?"

"Brothers, don't talk too much, follow me!"

Wang Anfeng put down his right hand and said lightly:

"Two Dao Masters, it seems that someone is really planning to attack you."

"If it is not bad as expected, I am afraid that the 'Candle Dragon Habitat' is already in danger now. Among the surrounding sect families, are there any people who have a plot against you? This person was probably born in it. ”

The two Taoist priests paused for a moment, and then their expressions changed slightly.

The middle-aged man looked stunned, and then saw that Wang Anfeng's gaze had been firmly on his face, and he immediately reflected and was furious.

"You talk to Lao Tzu!"

Wang Anfeng smiled, and spread his right hand, harmless and gentle to humans and animals.

"But didn't you say nothing?"

"Lao Tzu chopped you!"

The middle-aged man took a few steps forward, raised his right arm, and was about to slash down towards Wang Anfeng's eyebrows, the blade broke through the air, forming a knife visible to the naked eye, and suddenly slashed down.

Wang Anfeng understated and took a step to the side.

This step is even faster than the fall of a sword!

The knife just grazed the tip of his nose and slashed out, cutting an extremely obvious hideous crack on the ground, and the energy that burst out was even able to tear Wang Anfeng's clothes.

Fend your fingers, flick.

With thirteen movements of one finger, Hong Luoyu raised his eyebrows slightly, and then chuckled.

It roared softly, and then turned from low to high, suddenly piercing, and then stopped, and the Hundred Refining Gang Knife shattered into dozens of pieces directly in front of the middle-aged man's eyes, and fell to the ground.

In the next moment, even the fragments disintegrated and turned into powder.

The middle-aged man's body stiffened, and he was about to retreat, but at this time, he suddenly found that the young man who was originally in front of him had disappeared, and his heart suddenly felt cold.

Immediately, I felt a chill on my neck.

A finger had been lightly touched on his neck at some point, and the middle-aged man's body suddenly stiffened, and after a few breaths, the five fingers were weakly released, and the mutilated hilt fell to the ground, clattering.

At this time, the rest of the robbers had only rushed out a few steps before they could react.

Wang Anfeng's performance is almost normal in the eyes of Lin Qiaofu and his party, the disciples of Hong's predecessors should have this kind of body method, and Yu Chijie only subconsciously thought of the finger of Hongluoyu to break the fish intestine sword, and whispered in his heart, it turns out that these two people are really a master-apprentice relationship.

The two Taoist priests were already in place.

They had fought the middle-aged man, so they knew exactly how strong that man's martial arts were, and what the texture of the broad knife that had been randomly shattered.

Able to calm down and flick the knife to pieces with one finger.

The older Taoist priest couldn't help but gasp.

At this moment, I saw that the young man in the green shirt who lightly touched the neck of the middle-aged man smiled at them, still harmless to humans and animals, like a young man who had just come out of the rivers and lakes and had a simple mind, but there seemed to be something hidden under the harmlessness of humans and animals, which made people a little unclear.

Wang Anfeng immediately spoke softly and said:

"Mr. Uncle."

The old man in Tsing Yi, who was previously thought to be an old Maimafu by his two brothers, stepped out, and unexpectedly appeared beside them, and said softly to the Taoist priest:

"Little brother, use the sword for a while."

Before the young Taoist priest could react, he felt that his right hand was loosened, and the sword in his hand had changed owners, and even the sword light like frost and snow swept in this piece of heaven and earth, unfolding in front of his eyes, making his whole person freeze directly in place.

After an instant, the sword light dissipated like the moon.

The corpses were lying down all over the place, all of them were killed with a sword, and the bandit leader who was scheming had turned into ice, and the more cold he looked when he stood in the corpse.

Gong Yu looked indifferent.

Uncle Taijian put away his sword, took out the white cloth from his arms, wiped the blood on the blade of the sword very seriously, and then did not step out as he had just done, but slowly walked back to the carriage step by step.

Holding the long sword with an unusual texture, he handed it back to the young Taoist priest.

I thanked him.

The Taoist priest's face was still in a trance.

The eyes of his senior brother next to him fell on the extremely wide big sword behind Tai Shujian, as if he sensed something, his expression became respectful, and he bowed and said:

"Thank you seniors for helping."

The young Taoist priest came back to his senses at this time, looked at the long sword in his hand that swayed like a moon-like sword light, and then raised his eyes to look at Tai Shujian, his tongue was a little knotted, and said:

"You, you, no, senior, what kind of person are you......"

Uncle Taijian smiled and said, "Childe and Mr. have the grace of saving my life and reinventing me, if you want to thank you, you can thank Gongzi, you don't have to thank me, and then Gongzi will speak." ”

"As for me......"

The white-haired old man who was carrying the famous sword Juque on his back, with a long sword with one or two lines of silver, spilled the sword light in the sky, smiled, but in his mind, he still saw the brilliance and vastness that Qing Feng had seen.

I only see it in my life.

The voice paused, and said leisurely:

"It's just driving a horse for the son, just an old slave with a sword."

PS: Today's second update is presented............ Three thousand two hundred words