From the courtyard, more than a mile away, on a tall building.

Li Laosan and Gongsun Jing stood side by side, Gongsun Jing's face was a little anxious, but he still restrained himself, Li Laosan was quite calm, surprised, glanced at Gongsun Jing, pursed his lips, and said:

"Don't turn around, stay quiet, your young master is fine."

"Even if there is something, there are a hundred cavalry who have already surrounded that side, and within three breaths, it is enough to appear as a surprise soldier, and nothing can happen."

Gongsun Jing frowned slightly, but still sighed, and did not make a move.

As a martial artist from the Great Qin Soldier family, it is naturally impossible for him not to know the effect of the concept of 'strange soldier', but this matter involves a lot, so his mood is slightly lost, and it is rare to be calm.

Li Lao Sandao:

"You close your eyes first, leave it to me here, I said it's okay, you can make a move."

Staring at the young man outside of Li Xu, there was a slight doubt in his heart.

This face......

I think I've seen it somewhere.

Why do I feel a chill in my back?

………………………………

The sound of a roaring sound is a masterpiece.

A severed remnant sword spun and flew into the sky, the cold light was cold, and then it fell to the ground, roaring non-stop, and the previous middle and third-grade master who carried the three long swords turned pale, and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

On his left hand, the rather thin and sharp sword had broken from the middle.

The conversation was soft and stood under the cold plum, and his expression was peaceful.

According to this, the bear should have taken less than ten steps.

Wang Anfeng frowned slightly, let go of Tan Yurou's palm, and said in a deep voice:

"Stay here, don't walk around."

Holding the sword in his right hand, he walked towards Xiong Ying and Zhao Zhengyong, and when he saw Wang Anfeng coming out, Xiong Ying's body was slightly straight, his expression was awe-inspiring, and he held a heavy knife in his right hand and pointed directly at Wang Anfeng.

A look of hesitation appeared on Zhao Zhengyong's face.

For some reason, looking at the young man in front of him, he always felt a little unstable in his heart.

When the red gold Buddhist inscription began to appear on Wang Anfeng's body, the old man's pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had been hit hard in the back of his head, and his brain was blank.

"It's you!"

Wang Anfeng did not answer, his right hand clenched the sheath of the long sword, facing the two opponents whose internal strength was above him, he did not have the slightest intention of keeping his hand.

Xiong Ying noticed the change in Wang Anfeng's breath, his eyes lit up slightly, and he said hello.

At this time, he had more than a dozen wounds on his body, and his strength had already been stained red with blood, but his courage had not weakened in the slightest, but with the fierce battle, he became more and more powerful, and the long knife in his right hand shook, and he took the lead in this unfavorable situation.

The heavy knife slashed through the void, wrapped in the wind and snow, and divided the heavy sword shadows, including Wang Anfeng and the six-rank martial artist holding the double swords, all of them in the attack, but at this moment, Zhao Zhengyong shouted angrily, raised his right hand, and slammed it backwards.

The air wave is rising.

The six-rank master struck with all his strength, even if it was a seven-rank martial artist, he couldn't stabilize his body, and he stumbled one by one.

At such a juncture, he fled in fear of fighting regardless of his reputation.

The pressure on Wang Anfeng and the other martial artist decreased sharply, they glanced at each other, and when the blade attacked, they took a step forward to the left and right at the same time, and slashed obliquely with the long sword in their palms.

Swords collide.

On one side is a seventh-rank martial artist with great strength and a divine weapon, as well as a sixth-rank master who practices swordsmanship, and on the other side is a helper at the end of a strong crossbow.

On the edge of the sword, there is a huge force, constantly impacting and surging.

Under the feet of the three people, the wind and snow dispersed for a while, and after a few breaths, since raising the knife, Xiong Ying, who had never taken a step back, turned pale, and couldn't restrain himself, staggered back half a step, and above his body, the fierce momentum that was originally invincible and invincible collapsed.

Wang Anfeng's eyes lit up slightly.

With a shock to his wrist, the sheathed long sword burst out like a rare divine weapon, and stabbed into Xiong Ying's waist at an angle that was impossible to shoot, Xiong Ying's face turned pale, the momentum on his body escaped, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

But even if he fell into such a situation, his bearing still did not diminish a bit, holding the knife in his right hand, forcing the sword-wielding warrior who was pressing forward to retreat, Ling Yan blade, with the will to die, smashed all the double swords in the warrior's palm, and the strength surged, the thin man couldn't bear it, and took a few steps back, and finally couldn't help but half-kneel on the ground.

His face was pale, he coughed up a mouthful of blood in his mouth, raised his eyes to look at the man standing tall, gritted his teeth and spit out a word.

"Serve!"

At the same time, Xiong Ying's left hand had been raised violently, holding it on Wang Anfeng's long sword, and a huge force instantly came along the scabbard, Wang Anfeng's expression changed, and it was difficult to step for a while.

Even though there is a scabbard to block it, but with flesh and blood, it blocks the edge of the divine soldier.

And the sword bearer is the first generation of sword masters to awaken the spirit of the divine soldier.

In Xiong Ying's palm, red blood flowed out, dripping down the ink-colored scabbard to the ground, but he didn't seem to notice the slightest pain, raised his eyes to look at Wang Anfeng, and said:

"Why, don't you attack an injured place?"

Wang Anfeng held the sword in his hand, and above his body, there was a hidden thunder entanglement, and he refused to back down half a step, and said:

"Victory is not martial."

Previously, where Xiong Ying was attacked by the white-clothed scribe, it was on this side of his waist, and the knife wound went straight into the internal organs, if Wang Anfeng attacked that place, then Xiong Ying would definitely die, but Wang Anfeng turned a blind eye to that secret wound, and just attacked it.

"Victory is not ......"

Xiong Ying muttered in a low voice, let go of his eyebrows, laughed loudly, and said:

"Victory is not martial, victory is not martial?!"

"Good man!"

"The bear should be today, knowing that he will die."

"But even if you die, you don't want to die in the hands of those pickled villains, you have a good head, and you can only take it yourself!"

After laughing wildly, the palm holding Wang Anfeng's sword scabbard suddenly increased its strength.

He was originally a martial artist at the peak of the six grades, even if he was seriously injured by the plot, and after the siege, he was also extraordinary, at this time, the great power of the dantian broke out, Wang Anfeng suddenly broke free, and violently lifted his breath, but the scabbard still stabbed to the left, and in the pop sound, it went straight into Xiong Ying's heart, and the scabbard was like ink, coming out from behind.

At the same time, the heavy knife in his hand used his last strength and threw it aside.

At this time, the tense nerves in everyone's hearts have been relaxed, how can they still guard against this move, in the sound of breaking through the air, the heavy knife that enveloped the internal force of the six-rank martial artist suddenly broke through the sky like a meteor, directly slashed through the throat of the white-clothed scribe, and fell heavily to the ground.

With the sound of explosion, the ground in a radius of several feet instantly collapsed, and in the center of the deep pit, the knife still roared.

There was a dead silence in the room.

Someone's head fell to the ground, and there was still a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Xiong Ying raised his head and laughed, looking left and right, no one dared to look at each other for a while, and shouted wildly:

"Hahaha, the enemy is dead, die in battle!"

"Rejoice! Joyfully! ”

The sound stopped abruptly.

The self-shattering dantian can no longer accumulate internal strength, and it scatters from the bear's body, and the wind and snow are scattered.

The leader of the Twenty-Seven Company Gang, made a mistake and died here, but even if he died, he still couldn't stand down, and he was powerful, which was difficult to see, and even he didn't die in the hands of Wang Anfeng.

He died by his own hands.

Wang Anfeng took a step back, but he was also shocked by his courage, and he couldn't speak, at this moment, there was a sudden surge of fists at the courtyard gate, like an angry dragon, and several warriors coughed up blood and retreated.

Zhao Zhengyong, who had fled by taking advantage of the chaos before, had red eyes, broke in frantically, and in the blink of an eye, several warriors retreated, looking at Tan Yurou and shouting angrily, saying:

"You actually ruined my Zhao Mansion and ruined my foundation!"

"Old man, I will kill you today!"

In the distance, above the heavenly dome, there is a tiger pressing its claws, walking in the sky, looking at its position, it is exactly the direction where the Zhao Mansion is located, and there is a faint fire rising to the sky, obviously its words are true.

Wang Anfeng's expression changed, at this time, because he was fighting with Xiong Ying, he was already ten steps away from Tan Yurou, he was shocked, and suddenly turned around and rushed towards the girl, but he never thought that Zhao Zhengyong's speed was faster than him.

The old man's eyes were red.

He has worked hard all his life and has never made mistakes, but who knows that when he gets old, his foundation is destroyed, and under the anger of his heart, his ability as a six-rank martial artist has almost exceeded the limit at this time.

With a raised hand, he pulled out a thin sword from his waist, and in the blink of an eye, an infinite sword light shrouded forward.

No one ever knew.

Zhao Zhengyong, who is invincible with his divine fist and dominates Xiding, has the strongest killing move, which is swordsmanship, like an angry wave, and instantly repels all the warriors who are protected in front of Tan Yurou, and the sword light suddenly converges, stabbing towards the center of the girl's eyebrows like a white rainbow.

Wang Anfeng is still seven steps away from talking softly.

The sword blade cut a sharp trajectory in the girl's eyes, but there was no different reaction in her heart, just quiet, just ...... A little tired.

Still lost.

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Li Laosan watched the development of things in this courtyard, watched Xiong Ying die, and praised a good man.

When he saw Zhao Zhengyong running away, he was full of disdain.

When Wang Anfeng had not been in danger, he would never make a move, and the same was true of Gongsun Jing beside him, the distance was only one mile, if he used Gongsun Jing's strength to throw the blade in his hand, he would be able to reach the courtyard almost instantly.

When he saw Zhao Zhengyong reversing back, performing a real killer move, and attacking Tan Yurou, his mood did not fluctuate in the slightest, and even because of the night attack, he yawned lazily, rubbed his eyes, and said:

"Ready, Gongsun, it's almost ......"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Gongsun Jing, who had been closing his eyes and preparing for a critical blow next to him, noticed the strangeness of his friend next to him, frowned, and opened his eyes, Li Laosan, who had been lazy and lazy next to him, stood up suddenly, clenching his fists.

Gongsun Jing was curious, turned his eyes to look, and his body suddenly stiffened.

The night was dead and silent.

In the courtyard, a tall figure surrounded by blue thunder, turned into an afterimage, and appeared in front of Tan Yurou almost instantly, and took the crazy sword with his shoulder.

Thunder flashed.

In the depths of the pupils of Gongsun Jing and the two of them, they left a trajectory that was so familiar that they couldn't forget it at all.

And the figure against the thunder light is like a scene sleeping in the depths of memory.

Gongsun Jing gritted his teeth, his body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and the eyes of the stout man next to him were already red, and both of them stared at the thunder that was jumping over there, staring at the tall figure over there.

The two men, who were no longer young, trembled and pronounced the same name.

"Bafang Ben Thunder ......"

glanced at each other, and there was a fierce light flickering in both pairs of eyes.

Like a lone wolf asleep, he finally found the wolves.

Finally bared his fangs.

Twenty years ago, in the Shenwu Mansion, crisscrossing the Western Regions, known as the invincible iron cavalry captain, Yu Si recovered, far away in a strange land of tens of thousands of miles, known as the highest peak under the snow mountain that has not changed for thousands of years, the military generals from the East galloped in front of the foreign soldiers, with 3,000 against 30,000, sweeping away a country.

The sleeping blood of the generals who once established such great things on foreign lands will not die out with time.

Even though the Shenwu Mansion no longer exists, even though the brothers who galloped side by side in the snowfield back then are scattered all over the world, even though they are no longer young at that time, even if their black hair has gradually turned gray, even though the world has been decided, they are no longer needed.

Even ambition seems to be submerged in the trivial life of ordinary life.

But there are some things,

No, no, and will not change in the slightest.

Li Laosan and Gongsun Jing's bodies subconsciously straightened, one of them was wearing an unshapeable armor, and the other was wearing a ragged clothes full of wine, but they were all sharp, as if they were still wearing the ink-colored battle clothes and brocade robes of the year, as if they were all comrades.

Cold, sharp, unstoppable.

It is definitely not the temperament that a gang leader or a military spy can have, and gradually emerges above the bodies of these two men who are no longer young.

PS: Thank you for waiting for 500 years just for the reward of good books, thank you very much.

As mentioned above, 100,000 generals and sweeping a country are two things worth it, among them, 100,000 generals refer to the ability of the prince of Shenwu Mansion.

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors