Fish intestines sword shattered.

The Juque Sword Master's martial arts were broken, and he fell to the ground with blood spurting from his mouth.

In an instant, the terrifying combination that was enough to force Wang Anfeng and Gong Yu to death was directly broken, and there were two Hongluo Feathers standing on the field.

The one beside Wang Anfeng stood with his hands in his hands and disappeared.

Lu Baiping almost didn't stare out of her eyes, and muttered:

"This ...... What kind of trick is this? ”

"Senior sister!"

Lin Qiaofu pulled the hem of Lu Baiping's clothes, glanced at the front of the fish intestine sword master, slowly withdrew the Hongluo feather of his fingers, and said in a low voice:

"It's because the seniors are too fast, we can't see it at all."

"What speed is too ......"

Lu Baiping subconsciously replied, then paused slightly, her eyes widened, and she realized what Lin Qiaofu meant, although there was no way to describe it in words, but she could still faintly perceive what a terrifying realm it was in her heart.

Yu Chijie got up, originally wanted to stand up, but his legs were still shaking, so he simply sat on the ground directly, and no longer cared about the demeanor of the children of the family, supported his chin with one hand, supported his elbow on his knees, sighed heavily, and said:

"Miss Lu, if you don't understand."

"It can be roughly understood that there are two places of friend and foe, the predecessors are in one place one moment, and the next moment is in another place, and two martial arts are running at two times, and our reaction speed is too slow, so in this case, for those who can't react."

"Just like us."

He pointed to himself and said:

"If the predecessors were here for half a moment and there for half a moment, the shortest time we could perceive was only for a moment."

"So in the shortest time we can react, those two seniors are in a state of 'real' existence, they can kill people with a snap of their fingers, and they are not half false."

"It's all at the same time."

He accentuated his tone at the same time.

This 'simultaneity' is the limit speed that ordinary people can react to.

Although Uncle Taijian's martial arts are high, his knowledge is really not as good as Yu Chijie, who was disciplined by the old man in the family since he was a child.

Hong Luoyu glanced at Yu Chijie and said with a smile:

"The little guy's vision is really not bad."

"It's just that the martial arts are a little worse."

Yu Chijie smiled helplessly, just clenched his fists and begged for mercy, and said:

"The seniors don't blame the juniors for talking nonsense."

At this time, Wang Anfeng had already put the broad sword into the scabbard, holding the very heavy giant sword in one hand, and the giant sword master who had broken the meridians around his body with the other hand, and only half of his breath was still alive in his hand, and walked over.

Gong Yu followed behind Wang Anfeng, his expression was still cold, but when he walked past the fish intestine sword master who was standing in place and didn't dare to move, the sword in his hand was suddenly unsheathed, and most of his black hair was directly cut to the ground, and then he slowly put the sword into the sheath, and continued to move forward without looking.

The black hair was scattered all over the ground, and the face of the fish intestine sword master was pale.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand and threw the man at the feet of Hong Luoyu, this nine-foot-tall, extremely giant-like man was just able to ignore most of Wang Anfeng and Gong Yu's attacks, but at this time, his breath was already sluggish, almost severed, and the muscles and bones around his body were unnaturally twisted.

Wang Anfeng had just lit up several acupoints around his body, blocked the qi veins, and protected the last breath in his heart, and then raised his eyes to look at the familiar man in front of him, with a helpless look on his face, but there were outsiders there, so he still gave enough face, bowed, and said:

"Third Master, why are you here?"

Hong Luoyu looked calm, and only chuckled:

"If you don't come out, will you still have your life when you wait for Ande?"

Secretly, the sound was transmitted into the ears, and said:

"Little madman, I finally came out once for the sake of teaching."

"If you demolish the stage for me, I will pass on that horse to a set of thunder and lightning, so that you can enjoy it for a long time."

"Hey, you kid weighs it yourself."

The corners of Wang Anfeng's mouth twitched slightly.

Raising his eyes and seeing Hongluoyu's calm expression, with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, wearing a wide robe and a slow belt, he was full of celebrities and gentlemen, and his heart was even more helpless, if it weren't for the fact that there was someone next to him, he almost couldn't help but raise his hand to support his forehead, sighing and sighing.

Where in the world is there such a master who threatens his apprentice?

Wang Anfeng's forehead throbbed, unable to speak, Gong Yu looked at Hongluoyu, first saluted, and after thanking Hongluoyu for saving Lin Qiaofu, he paused, seemed a little strange, and muttered in a low voice.

"Third Master?"

Uncle Jian next to him was holding his broken sword, his face was full of distress to death, he grinned when he heard the words, and he was helpless in his heart, this matter was obviously Wang Anfeng's mistake, but it was best for them to pretend that they didn't hear anything, where is there any reason to take the initiative to ask.

Only a person like Gong Yu with a cold temperament and not limited to scheming will mention this matter out of curiosity at this time, and Uncle Tai's heart is about to say something to cover up this question.

Hong Luoyu smiled and said casually:

"I'm not Feng'er's only master."

"Above me, the first master led Feng'er into the door of the foundation of martial arts, and the second master taught Feng'er many medicinal techniques, and often cooked for him back then."

"If there are no these two people, Feng'er and I are afraid that they will not have a chance, and they will not be able to learn my martial arts."

What Hong Luoyu said is true, so it is even more calm.

He wasn't lying, he just didn't mention the little things that didn't matter, the little details.

Gong Yu nodded slightly.

Raised his hand to touch the top of Lin Qiaofu's head and stopped talking.

Wang Anfeng looked at the third master with a serious face, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Uncle Tai Jian relaxed in his heart, settled down, and secretly laughed, feeling that he was really making a fuss, and thinking that maybe he had just been frightened, so he would make such a ridiculous judgment.

What a grandmaster has learned is enough to make people study hard for more than half a lifetime, where is there a truth of one person and three grandmasters in the world?

Speaking of his own martial arts enlightenment, he is an old martial artist in the martial arts hall, his strength may not be strong, but he has his own set of methods for how to lay the foundation, and he also has a little dabbling in medical skills, at least he must know how to stop bleeding and stop pain.

This is probably the case with most martial artists in the world.

However, even he himself was already full of gray hair, and the two teachers back then were probably already ancient, thinking of this, Uncle Tai raised his hand and stroked the broken sword, and his face was full of gloom, and he was secretly sad.

Wang Anfeng could only pretend not to hear what Hong Luoyu said, holding the Juque Sword, but he never completely relaxed his vigilance, his eyes looked around left and right, and said:

"Third Master, are there only these two people here?"

Hong Luoyu said casually:

"Naturally, it won't be just two people."

"There is still a man in his twenties holding a Zhanlu sword, hiding seven miles north of this place, and a white-haired old woman is 1,300 steps southwest with a sword on her back."

"There is a dragon on the sword, and the dragon's head is broken three inches from the blade."

Wang Anfeng's expression changed slightly.

Gong Yu subconsciously took a step forward, blocking in front of Lin Qiaofu and Lu Baiping, and the green blade in his palm was three inches out of the sheath.

Hong Luoyu waved his hand and said:

"It's okay, those two have already retreated."

Wang Anfeng's expression changed, and he said:

"Don't you have to catch them?"

Hong Luoyu said leisurely: "Catch? ”

"There are big fish in the back, wouldn't it be a pity to catch them now?"

He raised his right hand, and it was only at this time that Wang Anfeng noticed that there were two strands of long hair wrapped around the palm of Hongluoyu's hand, one was pale, and the other strand seemed to be dyed with some kind of herb with a faint cyan, which was quite strange.

The expression of the Fish Intestine Sword Lord fluctuated violently.

But there was no fear or horror in those eyes, only numbness and open mouth.

The voice almost seemed to come out of the throat.

"What, time ......"

Hongluoyu let the two strands of long hair disperse with the wind.

With one hand behind his back, his right hand stretched out and lightly touched the center of the eyebrows of the fish intestine sword master.

didn't answer, just said lightly:

"Do you think I took the opportunity to do something?"

The woman smiled bitterly, thinking about running around for half her life, all for the sake of power and martial arts, but she never thought that even the fish intestine sword was fake, and for a while, she closed her eyes and said:

"Please also ask my seniors to give me a good time."

"Yes."

The corners of Hongluoyu's mouth were slightly raised, and a finger fell, the woman's breath disappeared instantly, her charming face faded to freshness, and then she fell to the ground softly, Lin Qiaofu had never seen killing, she was startled, looked at the fallen woman, and stammered:

"No, don't you have to ask something?"

"Intelligence? Behind the scenes and something. ”

"No, since she risked her life to grab the sword, she can know, she should know, with you and me, you can't ask anything."

"What's more, how can you know if it's true or not?"

"How could a four-rank martial artist be driven, if he didn't expect to miss? Most likely, even what the woman knew was just a fake. ”

"With a sword, why do you need to know the truth?"

There was mockery in Hong Luoyu's voice, and he raised his hand to take the giant sword from Wang Anfeng's hand. It was a little heavy in the hand, far more weighty than it looked, and the blade of the sword was cold.

With a flick of his fingers, the sound of the sword roar was deep and low, and it lasted for a long time.

Yu Chijie was looking at the woman who fell to the ground in a daze, and was startled by Hongluoyu's flick of his fingers, and saw that the giant sword was not broken by a finger, so he exhaled heavily, and was glad.

The scene of a finger of broken fish intestines just now looked really beautiful, but when I came back to my senses, this pomp was exchanged for a top ten famous sword.

Just thinking about this made him feel distressed even as a bystander.

Yu Chijie seems to be the most sincere one of these people, but in fact, he is also the one who is most afraid of Hongluoyu, he was born in a Jiangmen family since he was a child, and he is extremely sensitive to certain things.

Now his mind was constantly filled with a question, and he was stunned to think of it.

The speed of Hongluo Yu is enough that the four-rank masters who are good at body skills cannot be captured with the naked eye, and there is no way to even distinguish the real from the fake, but what about ordinary martial artists? There is definitely no way.

Is this his fastest speed?

With a long period of practice, both the strength and the five senses will improve, and the fourth-grade martial artist will be like this, so the low-grade martial artist will only be more difficult to see, and even the slower speed will not be able to capture.

If Hongluo Yu is full of actual combat speed, then for the armies of various countries whose basic strength is in the lower three grades, it is almost incomprehensible, and it can turn into dozens or hundreds of afterimages in an instant, and the 'moment' that each afterimage can reflect in the army is a real grandmaster.

Yu Chijie's eyes were closed, afraid of revealing his inner emotions, but he didn't know whether it was because of fear or excitement, and he couldn't stop trembling.

One man can fight a thousand armies.

Three years ago, Elder Qingfeng Xie flicked his sleeves with a sword for three thousand miles, and Canglong broke through the water.

Today, some people divide the light and turn into shadows, and one person becomes an army.

Above the four products is the grandmaster, and the grandmaster is divided into three realms, the husband is big, the earth is big, and the people are also big.

It turns out that one person becomes an army, and he is the great master.

PS: Today's second update is presented............

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