"Hahahaha, the little girl is in a good mood."

"It's so cold, and I'm interested in watching the snow with an umbrella! Elegance, elegance! ”

Suddenly, there was a thunderous sound of laughter.

The courtyard gate that had been closed was in an uproar, and it flew directly towards Wang Anfeng and the three of them, the strong wind was howling, blowing the snow wildly, and large and hideous cracks burst out on the bluestone walls on both sides of the courtyard gate.

Wang Anfeng stepped up and stood in front of Tan Yurou.

The fine wood used for the door of this courtyard, surrounded by inlaid red copper, is quite heavy, wrapped in a thousand catties of huge force roaring, the young man's black hair moved slightly, but his expression has not changed in the slightest, and he raised his hand at will, and easily caught this heavy wooden door.

Energetic and energetic.

The girl's hair behind her moved slightly, and her eyes were clear.

The snow fell silently.

The black hair that fluttered up fell quietly.

In the sound of banging and explosion, a Xuanhua axe slammed into the ground, splitting out a small hole, and a tall man strode in outside the door, with no grass on the top of his head, and a hideous scar on his face, which looked extremely dangerous, holding a battle axe in one hand, and laughing at the same time:

"Good martial arts! Good move! ”

"Far more powerful than those young chivalrous talents."

Although this man is majestic and abnormal, he can step down, and there is no footprint left on the snow behind him, and in the middle of winter, he only wears a single coat, and his chest is exposed.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand to block Tan Yurou's body, and his eyes were looking at the big man tightly.

Since the latter's martial arts are not good, the identity is probably extraordinary, with Wang Anfeng's understanding of Xidingzhou, he can only think of the notorious Twenty-seven Company Gang, although the battle axe is powerful and powerful, it can change clumsy, it is common on the battlefield, and there are not many people who use it on the rivers and lakes.

And can use the battle axe, but also practice to at least seven grade martial arts martial arts, there are very few, the man in front of him except the axe method, no matter the light skills are extraordinary, in this Xidingzhou near the thousands of miles of radius, only the claim that there are twenty-seven directly pointing to the middle and third grade martial arts inheritance of the twenty-seven gang, there may be such a Qimen martial artist.

Above the rivers and lakes, the martial artists who really have a heritage are opponents of two levels.

In the inheritance, there are at least several generations of warriors who have worked hard, there are pioneers' thinking and attempts on the future path, there are successes, and there are countless painful lessons, and there are countless painful lessons along this path.

Whether it is the foundation or experience, it is more solid than those scattered martial artists.

It's just that Wang Anfeng didn't expect that it was obviously a conflict between the Tan family and the Twenty-Seven Company, and the latter would send such a master over for Tan Yurou.

In this case, if it weren't for the fact that the Twenty-Seven Company Gang could wantonly disperse their own strength, it was that the Twenty-Seven Company had already colluded with Yu Jiu, planning to use Tan Yurou, the only blood relative, to crush Tan Tianxiong's mental defense.

Wang Anfeng's heart sank slightly, pursed his lower lip slightly, and said in a deep voice:

"You go inside."

"He'll give it to me."

The big man didn't stop him, just stood more than ten meters away and stopped, watching the soft smoke walk towards the house, but after only a few steps, Wang Anfeng's ears moved slightly, and he noticed an extremely faint sound, his expression changed slightly, he turned around suddenly, and his right hand brushed from his waist.

Only one sound broke through the air, but eighteen cold rays were thrown out of his hands, diverging tracks, and the soft self-talk smoke shot out of the gap around his body, and disappeared into the house.

There was a moment of silence.

The crisp sound of the blade popping sounded endlessly.

A total of eighteen strokes.

At this time, the big man who seemed to be watching was silent, and he had swept three meters in front of Wang Anfeng, the corners of his mouth were slightly grinning, and the battle axe in his hand was torn towards Wang Anfeng's neck, setting off a gust of vicious wind.

At this time, the distance was already extremely close, Wang Anfeng was extremely reluctant to draw his sword again, turned his palm over, held a dagger, and slashed out several cold rays like lightning, colliding with the blade of the battle axe, making a roar, and the air waves burst out, lifting the snow on both sides.

The man staggered back a few steps, unloading his weapon.

Wang Anfeng also took half a step back, and the palm holding the dagger trembled slightly.

Even though his martial arts are good, but the other party is definitely a seven-rank martial artist, and his internal strength is three points deeper than his own, and he suddenly attacked, and in a hurry, he couldn't mobilize the method of the ten forces of Rulai, so he failed to suppress the other party in brute force.

The bald man glanced at his trembling tiger's mouth, praised it, and said:

"That's a lot of strength."

In the wooden house behind him, a person stood on top of the eaves, his face was pale as a ghost, his black hair was scattered, hanging behind his back, his right hand was slender, holding a long sword, and his breath was erratic.

The man in white glanced at Wang Anfeng, and at this time, the young man's hands were raised, and a heavy fist was rising.

With a low chuckle, he withdrew his gaze and said:

"Very sharp."

Although the voice is low and hoarse, it has some unique female voices.

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, one of his hands was on top, the other was down, and the thick Buddha Gate fist slowly rose from the young man's body, vast and peaceful, so that the two warriors could see it in their hearts.

Dahan's expression was solemn, he originally only held the axe with one hand, but at this time, his hands went up and down, holding the heavy battle axe in his hand, his body couldn't help but float, he raised his eyes and glanced at the woman in white, both of them bowed slightly.

Three hours ago.

The blazing fire boiled wine, and the scribe dressed in white smiled and said:

"Fifth brother, eighth sister, you have the best light skills, after you go, test one or two first."

"If the other party's strength is average, there is no need for the original plan."

"If the other party's strength is enough, we can also let the other party know that our strength is not easy to mess with, so that he can retreat later."

The palm of the big man holding the handle of the axe was slightly forced, the snowflakes fell, and he suddenly shouted, his body was like a fierce tiger galloping, and the battle axe in his hand slashed towards the front, and at the same time, the woman in white also fell from above, and the long sword in her hand was vicious, and it was actually stabbed towards the back of Wang Anfeng's heart.

Temptation, or killing.

Nobody knows.

But the murderous intent was already evident at this time, like snow, filling the courtyard.

………………………………………

The sound of metal popping sounded.

A cold light swirled into the sky, falling on the snow next to it, humming and trembling.

Li Laosan spat and spit, and the sword in his hand was already full of blood.

All around it, the fire burned brightly, and the sound of crossbows and bows breaking through the air was almost continuous, and at the same time, there was never a moment of disappearance, as well as the sound of the blade breaking into the flesh and the bloody smell of blood emitted by the heat of the flames.

The man took a deep breath.

The smell of blood filled his chest and abdomen, causing his eyes to narrow slightly.

This is, the taste of the battlefield.

Behind him, there were three warriors of the Twenty-Seven Company Gang holding spears, stepping forward side by side, but Li Laosan didn't seem to notice it, and did not make any reaction, and the eyes of the warriors led by him appeared with joy, but only after taking three steps, there were two groups of giant whale gang warriors on the left and right, each with ten people in one, from the inside out, rotating and arranging.

The sword is shining brightly, blooming layer by layer.

Like a lotus flower.

In the blink of an eye, there were no more gun-wielding warriors behind Li Laosan, only the corpses lying on the ground, blood flowing all over the ground.

The man didn't bother to look back, just strode forward with a long knife in his hand.

On the battlefield, it is indeed difficult to appear a peerless master who really looks at each other and overwhelms one place.

But what is the difference between ordinary Jianghu people falling into the battle formation of soldiers and fat?

Because the warriors of the military family never fight alone, in any case, as long as you focus on your front convenience, your left and right, and behind you, there will always be others protecting you.

"How can you say that you have no clothes, and you are with your son!"

"Master Wang Yuxing, repair my spear!"

In the midst of the loud shouting, the long knife was as cold as snow,

Above the sky, a violent blood-colored gun shadow, with a tragic and heroic aura that did not regret death, rushed into the clouds, and collided with an old figure.

…………………………………………

Tanfu.

The snow seems to be getting heavier.

Yu Jiu's expression was in a trance, he came back to his senses, retracted his gaze from the snowy scene, the tea in the teacup next to him was cold, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and asked casually:

"Now, what time is it?"

The girl in red behind her pursed her lips and said with a smile:

"It's just past midday."

"Whisk."

Yu Jiu muttered, sighed, and said:

"If it's time to go, it's time to go out and see the scenery."

"Yu'er, you wait here, don't come out."

The woman in red pursed her lips, bowed, and said:

"Yes...... Son. ”

The sound of the clothes flying suddenly sounded, the figure of Yujiu has risen into the air, jumped into the courtyard, its light skills are quite superb, although it has not reached the level of the middle and third grade masters to take off the wind and resist the wind, but in the night, relying on the falling snow, a dark shirt, even flashing, it is also very chic, like a fairy.

In the night, there are also several figures rising, male or female, old or young, with different appearances, but all of them are vigorous, obviously with good martial arts, following behind Yu Jiu, far away, in the house, the girl in red straightened up and watched the few people go away.

His eyebrows were clear, and he pursed his lips and smiled.

"Childe ......"

"Let's go."

……………………………………

In the Zhao Mansion.

Zhao Zhengyong looked at the moonlight in the sky and looked peaceful.

After going through conspiracies in the rivers and lakes, the once irascible warrior has already become moody.

The night was quiet, so the sound of the sword soldiers whistling would be extremely obvious, and these days, the conflict between the Tan family and the 27th Company Gang has become more and more intense and obvious.

Not many people died.

But it is precisely because there are not many people who have died that the depression has been accumulating, and it has not exploded, but it has become more and more frightening and unstable.

Many things on the rivers and lakes must be calmed down by people who have died and people who have a lot of weight.

Zhao Zhengyong exhaled a breath of turbidity and commanded the young man next to him:

"Go, call some of the old man's friends."

The young man next to him hugged his fists and promised, turned around and walked away quickly, Zhao Zhengyong stood in place, the snow fell silently, falling on his shoulders, falling on his white hair, under the moonlight, everything was quiet, this seemed to have seen the scene before made him look a little trance.

Thirty years......

Thirty years have passed.

The once heartfelt divine doctor touched the taboo, the sect was destroyed, and the arrogant and indifferent Tiger King was sick and dying.

The boy who sang and drank has gone through the killing process and has become the master of the evil sect.

How many winds and rains, how many people are left?

I used to be the most disdainful of fighting for power and profit, but I have fallen to such a point.

Alone, Zhao Zhengyong opened his mouth at Bai Xueyueye, suddenly laughed, and said leisurely:

"If you see the old man who was there first, I'm afraid you will get me drunk and hang me on the castle tower, hang me for one night, hang for three nights, and then laugh and let me sober up......"

"Of course, it's possible to use my fists to sober me up."

The smile on the old man's face retracted, and in the end, only a trace of the corner of his mouth remained.

Quietly watch the snow fall.

"It's a pity that you're no longer here."

In the sound of clothes flying, three figures leaped towards Zhao Zhengyong,

Zhao Zhengyong's face was soft and fleeting, and when he turned around, he was already heavy and domineering and calm, and met the curious eyes of the comer, and said slowly:

"Brother Zhang, Brother Wu, and Brother Han."

The three men returned the salute and said:

"Brother Zhao, I don't know why you asked me to wait here?"

Zhao Zhengyong nodded and said, "There are indeed some things." ”

Then he spoke out his judgment and worries, and his voice paused slightly, and he said again:

"These two are powerful, no matter what, in order to be more stable, we should hold another card in our hands."

One of them was less than seven feet tall, carrying a sword on his back, and his appearance was dignified, and he frowned when he heard this:

"What card?"

Zhao Zhengyong looked at Bai Xue, the expression in his eyes changed, and he slowly spoke, saying:

"Talk softly."

……………………………………

in the courtyard.

The big man's face was hideous, and the battle axe in his hand had been raised, approaching the young man's chest with a substantial aura, and the cold glow of the sword was even more sharp, silent, and only five inches away from the center of Tan Yurou's eyebrows.

The icy murderous aura swept through the courtyard.

The snow was still falling quietly, on the branches of the cold plum, very softly.

Wang Anfeng's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

The momentum of the two-palm mixed element was retracted, and in an instant, there seemed to be the sound of Buddhist Sanskrit singing, trembling left and right, and within a radius of the young man's feet, the wind and snow suddenly stopped.

PS: Second Update......