The left hand clasped the opponent's wrist, the right hand was bound, and another fourth-rank swordsman came from the front with a sword, murderous.

It's almost a death-defying game.

Yu Chijie couldn't help but stand up, his right hand brushed up, and his arm was trapped with a heavenly crossbow that was enough to kill a six-rank martial artist at close range, and he didn't hesitate to shoot in the direction of the sword-wielding old woman.

Originally, with his eyesight and martial arts, it was impossible to shoot accurately, but in order to be able to give full play to the lethality of this big killing weapon in his hand, he had worked hard for a long time, and at this time, coupled with a high degree of mental tension, he actually shot accurately this time.

Yu Chijie's eyes lit up slightly.

Before he could take chances, he saw that the crossbow was shattered by the sword qi around the old woman's body in the next moment, and it turned into crumbs, so there was only a weak bitter smile on his face, he staggered two steps, leaned against the trunk of the tree, and muttered with a wry smile:

"Sure enough......"

The young man with light blue hair saw that Wang Anfeng's head was already lowered, as if he had accepted his fate, and even the palm holding his wrist became weak, even if he was an enemy, he still couldn't help but sigh secretly.

The sword approached instantly.

Lin Qiaofu couldn't help but shout loudly:

"Brother Wang!!"

The three famous sword masters couldn't help but relax a little, especially Yan Zhijian, who was even more defeated several times in a row, almost losing his life, and was exhausted, hearing Lin Qiaofu's crying voice, he turned his eyes slightly to look.

A trace of thunder flashed in Wang Anfeng's lowered eyes.

The right hand, which originally seemed to be bound by chains, let go of the hilt of the sword and slammed it back on the chain, and the Yanzhi Sword Master instantly reflected it, but at this time, he suddenly felt a burning pain in the part of Fang Cai's continuous punch.

The scorching heat gathered, and then burst open.

A dull roar of thunder erupted on the Yanzhi Sword Master's body, and the thunder visible to the naked eye roamed over his body, scorching his body to black, and his internal organs were already scorched yellow, and his breath was sluggish.

Thunder Dao Heavenly Thunder Fist.

The martial arts created by the renunciation of the Tao broke out for the first time.

The violent thunder passed along the chain to Wang Anfeng's body, all of which stimulated the acupoints around his body, and the golden bell jar, which had been dimmed, regathered, took a step forward suddenly, and shouted angrily.

On the arm, the muscles were raised, pulling the chains, and the chains were connected to the hilt of the Yan Zhi Sword, and the Yan Zhi Sword Master, who was seriously injured in an instant, smashed the sword head-on in the air in a precise way.

The world is double delphinium.

Change Feihong today!

The sword momentum of the slashing sword instantly collapsed, avoiding the side.

Wang Anfeng's palm instantly loosened the chain, and the whole person rose up.

The young man just now restrained his left hand, that is, at this time, he was also restrained by Wang Anfeng, so he couldn't avoid it.

Wang Anfeng's knee directly hit the face of the swordsman holding his left arm next to him, and the terrifying power instantly broke the defense of the internal force, smashing the bridge of his nose and staggering back, dizzy for a while.

The famous sword in his hand stabbed at Wang Anfeng violently, and the sword was still stable and powerful.

With a pop, the long sword entered the body, Wang Anfeng's body turned into a pale golden color, and he didn't stop, and he took a step forward suddenly, allowing the blade of the sword to pierce in.

In the roar, the qi and blood all over the body surged, and the internal force based on the peak of the six grades exploded, forcibly urging into the realm of the five grades, and the last internal force was squeezed out of the newly opened meridians, and it was smashed out with a punch.

The young man obviously didn't expect his opponent to be so crazy, and when he ate the punch raw, his blood surged, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and even realized another terrifying thing.

He was even within a foot of a martial artist with extremely arrogant boxing skills.

The sword master rushed out, Wang Anfeng and the two had already entered the fight, and it was difficult to get out of the sword for a while, and only in this moment of hesitation, Wang Anfeng had already grabbed it and smashed it on the ground, his right hand was raised, and the air flow of heaven and earth surged.

Behind him, there was a phantom figure of a man who was more than a few feet high, his face was exactly Wang Anfeng's appearance, his body was pale gold, and he was also half-kneeling, with his left hand below, as if he was holding a person, and his right hand was clenched and raised high.

The vision of heaven and earth that ordinary third-rank martial artists need to meditate and comprehend but cannot obtain, seems to him to be a matter of course.

Heaven and earth surge.

After a pause, he fell hard.

The wind and clouds surged, and the waves of air soared into the sky.

The completely unreasonable brute force instantly smashed the young man held by Wang Anfeng into the ground, the ground cracked, and then it was engulfed by the terrifying wave of qi and rose up, and the white-haired old woman held the sword of chopping Jiao, and she was chilled for a while.

In the rubble, Wang Anfeng bent his knees violently, pressed against the man's lower abdomen with the huge force of King Kong, raised his left hand to cover his mouth and nose, and shook all the dirty blood in his mouth back into his trachea with internal force. With his right hand, he pulled out Xue Qinshuang's dagger from his waist and stabbed it into his throat with the last of his strength.

A fourth-rank martial artist struggled a few times, gradually losing his breath under the pain of throat piercing and suffocation.

Wang Anfeng slowly stood up, seemed to be a little unsteady, staggered half a step forward, then stabilized, turned around, and looked at the white-haired old woman who failed to make a move because he shot too violently and without warning.

Exhaled a breath of turbidity, nodded gently, and said:

"You're going to fight too, aren't you?"

"Please wait."

His right hand was raised, holding it on the hilt of the long sword that had pierced into his body, and with a sharp force, a string of blood came out with a loud roar, and the blood flowed down the blade of the sword to the ground.

Casually left the sword on the ground, clattering.

"Now it's okay."?

Wang Anfeng, who was completely exhausted and could not move at all, seemed to be still in his heyday, his spirit was flying, his eyes were bright like stars, and he smiled:

"I'm going to kill you......"

The sword master glanced at his companion who had died completely, as if there was still Fang Cai's domineering and terrifying attack like a mad tiger in his mind, and his courage was almost taken by it, and he subconsciously took a half step back.

Immediately thought of the fate of retreating, gritted his teeth, raised the sword in his hand, before he could make a move, it had been taken away, a green shirt seemed to have been waiting there, standing with his left hand in his hand, holding a sword in his right hand, but his expression could not see the joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

The white-haired old woman was stunned for a moment, and then retreated instantly.

Hongluoyu didn't chase it, just stood in place, the sword in his hand was not put down, he held it tightly, and said slowly: "Retreat." ”

In the direction he was staring, a middle-aged man walked out, his face was quite dashing, his right hand was holding a sword, and he smiled:

"I thought that Mr. would never come out."

"That's a lot of worry, assassins are always more dangerous."

Hong Luoyu sneered:

"I just want to see if the shrunken turtle that has been hiding next to it is and whether it is worth killing."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "What do you think now?" ”

Hong Luoyu smiled hesitantly: "It's not worth it, I just know that it is not worth it to pickle the soft eggs that bully the small." ”

The middle-aged man laughed and said:

"What a powerful mouth, but I have to do this thing today, to be favored, to bully the small with the big and to bully the small, the rivers and lakes are like this, there is kindness to repay kindness, and there is revenge."

"Today, a certain will delay the time for Mr. to stick incense."

"It will not harm the life of my husband."

"What a stinky mouth."

Hong Luoyu sneered, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

The middle-aged scribe's eyes closed slightly, and he slowly raised his hand with a sword, where the blade of the sword was, there was a crisp sound, and then the next sound, Hongluo Yu, who had always dominated the world with his body, took out his sword thirteen times, and was all stopped.

Hong Luoyu showed his figure in front of Wang Anfeng, the hem of his clothes had been cut off, and his expression became calm.

The middle-aged swordsman smiled angrily, pointed to his feet, and said:

"You're fast, but as long as I'm faster than you, I'll be fine."

"Thousands of miles to the moon, one day back to the world, I am not as good as Mr."

"But within this three-foot radius, it is more than enough for me to kill Mr."

Hong Luoyu did not deny it, and said slowly:

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said:

"Pei Danding."

There are many people with the surname Pei in the world, but there is only one Pei Danding.

?“ Who am I, it turned out to be the sword saint who laughed at the court...... Heh......"

"I don't deserve the word Sword Master."

Pei Danding raised his long sword and said softly:

"This time, it's someone's turn."

"Sir, be careful, so-and-so's sword is not a dull technique that can be easily seen."

Hongluoyu sneered, but there was a familiar cold voice in his ears, and said:

"Hold him back."

"The rest of the spiritual rhyme will all be poured into this mechanism, which can allow you to exert your full strength, and the martial arts of me and Yuan Ci are too consuming spiritual rhyme, and we can't stop him at all."

"Can't stop it? Can his swordsmanship break through the golden body? ”

"It's a tie, but Yuanci King Kong is not bad for magic skills, and he is consuming spiritual rhyme all the time, and he can't make more than three moves at all......"

On Yufu Mountain, there are ten thousand pine waves.

Su Zhengcheng, who had gray temples and some pale temples, looked down at the people fighting below, saw the sword qi criss-crossed, and saw Wang Anfeng create an opportunity to kill the two of them in an instant at the cost of his own serious injury, and couldn't help but say:

"Sure enough, he was raised by abandoning the Tao."

"But when the year attacked the Jin Wu Dynasty, Tu Yuande, who was the first general, was only so brave, if this son joined the army, he should be a fierce general of my Great Qin, and he could be crowned the Marquis of Ten Thousand Households."

"It's a pity."

There were a hundred people standing indifferently behind him, wearing Xuanxi Mingguang armor, stroking a knife in his right hand, holding a gun in his left hand, and next to him were a high-grade famous horse, a black water dragon, and the evil qi of the soldiers joined into a formation, turning into a faintly visible black giant wolf, with fangs slightly open.

Su Zhengcheng said softly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Emperor Taishang has instructed you to live your mouth."

"Do you understand?"

"No!"

The old man in black killed the big dragon who had a game of chess, and it seemed that he finally had no temperament to play chess again, so he sent the scribe back, took a sip of wine, looked at the scenery outside, and whispered in the Wen family that day, and muttered:

"Wang Tiance, ah......"

"After you leave, the world is a little more boring."

"On that day, I probably shouldn't have cut off your way of life, but the old man used the idle chess you arranged for Shenwu Mansion."

He drank all the wine and sneered:

"It turns out that everyone in the world is mediocre."

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