Swords intersect.

The knife was a narrow demon knife, the blade was still stained with blood, but the sword was just a simple wooden sword, and the two blades with completely different textures struck each other in the night, but they emitted a clanging roar like an equal match.

Murong Tong curled up in the carriage and shivered.

The stall owner and the coachman froze in place, not daring to move.

His face was pale, and there was a tingling sensation in the center of his eyebrows, which was extremely clear.

It was so clear that it seemed that the next moment, a long knife fell on him.

Near the street are large mansions.

The whistling sound grew louder and louder.

The surrounding environment became more and more dead, like an empty ghost town.

The sword collided in the degree, and the collision made a very obvious spark, the long knife and knife path were mysterious and abnormal, the moves were ruthless and ruthless, and the force was ten, leaving no half a way out for others and themselves, if it was an ordinary martial artist, under such a crazy offensive, he might not be able to stabilize his mood and moves.

The fight between martial artists is not a simple competition of skill.

But Wang Anfeng has been in battle for a long time, and has been guided by the sword saint saber swordsmanship, the long sword moves in his hand are concise, and the moves are not more than a point, not less than an inch, all are just right, although he has broken the enemy with seventy-two hands, but he has never completely unfolded the sword momentum, just like Danqing everyone wields ink freehand, leaving a back hand everywhere.

Although the killer's cultivation is slightly higher than him, and his moves are ruthless, he is also restrained everywhere, like a flying insect caught in a spider's web, the man sensed that something was wrong, and his shot became more and more crazy, but he made a move, and the swordsmanship in the hand of the young man over there also changed, and the moves were complicated, and it seemed to be endless.

Those sword moves can be seen by the young man's eye, there are still many changes, obviously he can continue to attack, but the young man in front of him can resist the urge to pursue while he is victorious, and his sword is still gentle, and the attack is not hurried.

But it was this harvest that the original meaning of swordsmanship was raised to a new level.

Although his martial arts are only eight grades, he can also see that with the way of sword skills alone, the young man in front of him already has a little grandmaster charm.

The young man's heart was filled with surprise and anger.

He was on the verge of madness, but at this moment he regained some sense, knowing that if he continued to fight like this, not to mention killing the opponent, he would die under the sword of this young man, his breathing was slightly short, but he never lost his mood, but the sword technique in his hand gradually became less crazy.

Not far away, the sound of the warrior soaring into the air could already be perceived.

There is a strong enemy in front of you.

There were pursuers behind.

Look around alone.

Ten deaths and no life.

The young man's eyes looked crazy, and he suddenly laughed wildly, and his figure took a step back, his right arm slightly raised.

The muscles are up, like a strong bow drawn by the Daqin border pass.

The next moment, the long and narrow straight knife roared, spun and slashed towards the carriage, whistling, and his whole person raised his fists and rubbed towards Wang Anfeng, like a lone wolf in a desperate situation.

In the eyes, there is only madness.

He's gambling.

The gambling king An Feng will choose to throw a sword to save the two people in the car.

He's gambling.

Bet that the young man in front of him is a chivalrous man.

Without the slightest hesitation, the eight-sided Han sword in Wang Anfeng's hand came out of his hand, contaminated with thunder, and in an instant, the straight knife was knocked away.

The corners of the young man's mouth were grinning, revealing his white teeth.

Bet right.

As a hitman, he has abandoned the sword, and as an assassin, he has fallen into a deep siege and has no chance of life.

Under such circumstances, he no longer had the slightest other thoughts in his heart, he just wanted to pull the young man in front of him into purgatory before he died, and let this fame Fufeng Shushu be buried for himself.

With the will to die, there is no thought of life, it is the moment of full attention.

He poured all his internal strength, all his thoughts, and all his persistent killing machines into this fist, only to feel that his mind was gradually empty, and his strength ran through his body, and his fist pierced the barrier in front of him, and rushed to the stunned young man in front of him.

Quietly watched the fist forward.

Watch as your right hand smashes through the hole in the opponent's defense.

Looking at ......

Syllable.

A palm wrapped around his fist and pulled back, dissipating the force of the impact.

The bluestone under the boy's feet shattered, and fine cracks spread to both sides.

Seeing the young man's face, which had not even seen a trace of paleness, the young man felt that something seemed to have gone wrong in his plan.

Fufeng collects books and guards, and the external strength is extremely poor.

At this moment, his thoughts slowed down slightly, and he fell back into the present world from the realm of emptiness, feeling the faint and bleak evening breeze of the autumn night again, and feeling the piercing killing intent.

The young man's expression was calm, his palm moved slightly, and his palm involuntarily followed, and the behemoth vigorously applied it to it, and the sound of clicking bones suddenly sounded, and the indescribable pain instantly hit his nerves, and the young man in front of him stepped on the position of the Nine Palaces of the Dao Gate, and had already taken the initiative to step up.

The black hair is slightly raised, the eyebrows are calm, and the temperament is as calm as a mountain, not moving.

As soon as he threw a punch, he only felt that the air around him instantly froze, and his breathing couldn't help but stagnate.

The one in front of him didn't look like a teenager.

Rather, it is a majestic and composed statue.

The fist is like a mountain.

A punch smashed into his abdomen, this punch was heavier than he imagined, and the fierce strength seemed to be trampled by the giant beast called Mammoth in Nanban, almost breaking into several pieces, the young man's eyes lost focus, and at this moment he became dazed, his body lost control, and he was hit by the punch, floating slightly in the air.

The next moment, the stinging pain in several acupuncture points on his body made him regain some sense.

I don't know when the whole body has been penetrated by more than a dozen silver needles, the internal force is mobilized, and it is greatly sluggish, and the young man in front of him exhales long, and his body is slightly volatile.

Suddenly burst into a loud voice.

In an instant, the extremely fierce fist completely submerged him like a vast ocean.

By the time Yang Jingming and other street patrol warriors hurried over, the young man had already fallen to the ground like a puddle of soft mud, Wang Anfeng's breath was calm, he pulled out his wooden sword from the wall, flicked the blade of the sword, and retracted the long sword back into the scabbard on his back with his backhand.

Yang Jingming stopped, his right hand was already on the blade on his waist, and when he saw the hideous-looking warrior on the ground, the unique face of his origin in Danfeng Valley, and the traces of the surrounding battles, he already had a three-point understanding in his heart.

Murong Tong and the two of them also got out of the carriage, their faces were pale, but there was still red pink and rouge on their faces, and they looked quite strange, and the young groom saw that the matter had calmed down, and hurriedly ran to help.

Murong Tong raised his foot and kicked it, and scolded:

"You still know how to come?!"

"You know? Your young master almost died! ”

Yang Jingming sneered disdainfully, he didn't have a good impression of the disciple of this family, a catcher went to the vendor to inquire about things, and he and Wu Xiong walked towards Wang Anfeng, the young man was holding the narrow demon knife at this time, pulling it off the wall, looking at the knife under the moon, there were fine lines on the knife body, oozing a chill, it can be seen that it is extraordinary.

Yang Jingming stood three steps behind him, clasped his fists at him and smiled:

"In Xia Yang Jingming, for the time being, I will patrol the city, and thank you Shaoxia for capturing this fang, otherwise, I am afraid that there will be innocent people who shed blood today."

Wang Anfeng turned sideways and saw the patrol clothes on these two people, returned the salute, and said:

"Yang Zhutou doesn't have to be polite, I just happened to be at the meeting......"

"By the way, this straight knife was used by the assassin, so it should be considered evidence?"

With that, he changed his hand and handed the hilt of the long knife to the latter.

Yang Jingming didn't recognize the identity of the young man in front of him, but only deduced from the clues that the young man in front of him was strong in martial arts, and saw that he was kind in words and behavior, and he had a good feeling in his heart, so he took the long knife and talked kindly.

There were already patrols over there who lifted the killer up and handcuffed his hands and feet with blackiron chains.

At this time, he saw that blood was flowing from the corners of the latter's mouth, and his teeth had been crushed alive, and he could never bite his tongue to kill himself, let alone mention the poison hidden in his teeth, his expression changed slightly, and he knew more about the kind young man in the blue shirt.

Just as he was about to take the prisoner away, he heard a low murmur:

"Hey...... Do you want to know, who is the behind-the-scenes commander? ”

The patrol was slightly stunned when he heard this, only in this instant, the strength of the Danfeng Valley martial artist who had been locked hands and feet suddenly soared, and his internal force flowed, and he actually broke free from the nine-rank martial artist who originally bound him, like a dying beast, and strode towards Wang Anfeng, his mouth wide open, and he let out a vague and crazy angry voice.

Killing is imminent.

Wang Anfeng reacted almost instinctively, his right hand was held on the hilt of the long sword, and he drew the sword in an instant, and the killer's body trembled and froze in place.

His neck had been directly pierced by the wooden sword in Wang Anfeng's hand.

Life is cut off.

After Wang Anfeng took out the sword, Fang came back to his senses, but it was too late, the young man did not dodge or dodge, he ate this sword, and the meridians on his body collapsed in the next moment, flowing a large amount of blood.

But he is not Wang Anfeng's opponent, let alone seriously injured?

Wang Anfeng subconsciously put away his sword, looked at the killer in front of him, there was no mercy in his heart, he only felt that this person was innocent of death, and he even had some refreshment after revenge in his heart, but he didn't know why he did this, frowned slightly, and said:

"Why is he looking for death?"

Yang Jingming was on guard with a knife and responded with a sneer:

"Hey, come to think of it, he knows what he's doing, and he knows what he's going to do."

"Suicide is nothing new."

"However, it's really cheap to die like this, this inhuman brute!"

Wang Anfeng nodded, did not speak, just took a piece of cloth and gently wiped the blood on the sword.

The Danfeng Valley warrior in front of him opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound, only viscous blood flowed down, and in the gradually blurred vision, the two faces of Wang Anfeng and Yang Jingming gradually turned into meaningless colors, gradually dimmed, and then converged into the deepest and deepest scene in memory.

The sun is big and the sky is blue.

He was six years old at the time.

Playing in the mud in his yard, a tall, thin and tall strange young man beckoned to him outside the door.

He passed......

The playful voice of a month ago rang in my ears.

"We found your hometown, your mother, he is still alive......"

"It's just back then, how to say it, back then, she lost her son and cried blindly, but her body was still healthy."

"So this time."

The middle-aged man in front touched his nose and smiled kindly.

"Outcast, you...... To go or not to go? ”

"Of course, of course, you have a choice, after all, they are all your own people, you know, I have always been kind to people when I walk the rivers and lakes, and everything is easy to discuss."

“…… I, go. ”

The anger in the assassin's heart slowly dissipated, and the scar on his face distorted.

His throat was pierced, his mouth open, and he made a faint, indistinct sound that only he understood.

"I'm sorry, Grandma......"

"I should have been obedient back then."

"Wrong."

The young man's body shook and fell to the ground forward, but he was not completely soft, but kneeling, looking at his appearance, he had completely lost his life, but his eyes were unwilling to open wide, and blood and tears flowed. He was guilty of a sinful death, and the blood on his hands could not wash away his sins even if he died thousands of times.

On the rivers and lakes, no one is unjust.

PS: The first update is served.

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