() The unstoppable strength of the fist rose into the sky like an angry dragon, involving dozens of warriors, or tearing or colliding, all kinds of different energies were like an undercurrent stirring under the surface of the water, entangled with each other, causing extremely terrifying injuries to the naked eye.

More than a dozen people coughed up blood and flew back on the spot.

The original entrance here was a small gap squeezed out of the two mountain walls, which was narrow and pressing, but at this time, it was smashed out of a rather huge gap by the fist of an angry dragon, as if it was a corner of the sky.

Wang Anfeng withdrew his right hand and pulled out the long sword on the ground.

As far as the eye could see, it was already flat, and those hostile and fearful Jianghu people had no mountain rock between him, and suddenly felt almost close at hand.

Step by step, he moved steadily, the hem of his navy blue clothes shaking.

For a moment it was as quiet as death.

There was a strong light in the eyes of the big swordsman standing in the air next to Cao Donglin, as if he had seen some kind of treasure, and after the Jiangdong hero next to him nodded slightly, without the slightest hesitation, he held the long sword and threw himself down.

Cao Donglin stood with his hands in his hands.

The thin man in black next to him turned around and glanced at the martial artists of the rivers and lakes who were densely packed behind him, and couldn't see where the edge was for a while, and then retracted his gaze to look at the young man who was walking forward with one person and one sword, and muttered:

"It is a heroic person, a person with great pride, such a heroic person, if he does not die, he will definitely have a great name in the future, but no matter how deep a river and lake is, can it accommodate a few dragons to shake their tails? With a thousand Jianghu warriors to accompany the funeral, it seems a little thin......"

The dead soldiers who were originally planted in the warriors of the rivers and lakes naturally knew what they should do, and they immediately clamored.

Before, they didn't dare to attack Wang Anfeng, but when the swordsman surnamed Yan descended from the sky, and the sword in his hand was wrapped in wind and thunder and slashed at Wang Anfeng, most of the hesitation in his heart dispersed.

There will be brave men under the great reward.

If it is only half of the heavy reward, plus the blade around the neck, there will be people who will fight for themselves in any kind of danger.

The Yan sword, one of the famous swords of the previous generation, is light and agile, the sword spine is long and hard, but the blades on both sides are narrower and thinner, the sword in the hands of the swordsman surnamed Yan and the Yan sword are completely different, heavy and wide, the blade seems to reverse the upside-down mountain peak, has never been unsheathed, the swordsman surnamed Yan holds the hilt of the sword with both hands, and with the momentum of falling from the sky, he slashes down heavily.

The Yan sword in Wang Anfeng's hand suddenly raised the horizontal block.

In an instant, there seemed to be tens of millions of golden ou ringing in unison, noisy and piercing, although the long sword had not yet been unsheathed, the evil qi drumming in the sheath could not be suppressed, the turbulent undercurrent under the water surface surged up, and there were ripples on the clothes of the two swordsmen in an instant, shaking, and then the hem of the clothes at the end shook out a sound, and the air was compressed into a viscous air wave, surging around the two of them, like a cloud.

Only at this moment, whether it was the Qingtao rider who was temporarily hiding, or the Jianghu warriors who were constantly agitating the killing machine in their hearts, they all subconsciously held their breath.

The swordsman surnamed Yan opposite Wang Anfeng was born in the southern Xinjiang of Daqin, tall and with a rude atmosphere, behind him was a broken mountain rock, thousands of acres of pine waves, thousands of miles of clouds hanging low, and he couldn't see the border at a glance, vast and quiet, like a past afternoon, Libo was drunk and fell into the sunset, with the remaining half of the glass of wine in his hand.

Then the quiet picture was shattered, one by one the warriors roared to cheer themselves up, the different colors of the power suits flashed over and covered the vast sky, and the dense crowd of people jumped up from behind the swordsman surnamed Yan, and the weapons in their hands were raised high.

In his widened eyes, he could see the spreading red blood on the pale whites of his eyes.

Wang Anfeng did not move.

The small piece of jade plate engraved with the name on the placket of the shirt was shaking slightly.

Shenwu, Wang Anfeng.

It had been two months since they came to this valley, and in two months, there were plenty of people, and no matter how hard the mountain wall was, it could not stop the weapons in the hands of the warriors.

In a chopped passage, Qingtao, who didn't know when he retreated, sat cross-legged. Lao Lu with a full beard, Tai Shujian, who has white hair and a sword, and even Gong Yu, who has a cold face like jade, are among them, looking calm.

And at the very core of the crowd was a young man who had changed into black clothes, with armor on the outside, and his black hair was originally tied with a hosta, but at this time it was a little messy, and the pair of eyes that had only swept towards Qingxiu's daughter's house widened and looked ahead.

Wang Anfeng's fist strength at the beginning didn't kill many people, but it broke the obstacles in his field of vision, and now everything Wei Chijie can see clearly.

Yu Chijie's face was very pale, not pale, it was too hot and stuffy in the summer, every time he breathed, his body would tremble, but his breathing was still steady, as if it was a whirlpool on the surface of a thousand miles of flat lake, and even the breath of the entire Qingtao ride was gradually the same as his.

Exhale and breathe.

It was as if there was a huge beast that was unimaginably large lurking here.

When he saw Wang Anfeng make a move, he didn't move when he saw the big swordsman who was in the top ten on the sword list rushing down, and he didn't move when he saw those warriors rushing out.

When the fastest warrior has swept into the valley.

The military array calculation in Wei Chijie's mind was completed in an instant, he opened his mouth, his bloodless face was full of calm, his voice was already hoarse, and he opened his lips and spit out words like Wang Anfeng's daily training, with only two words:

"Draw the knife."

The sound of steady breathing came to an abrupt halt.

So the behemoth seemed to open its eyes.

A long knife with an unsheathed handle raised silently, slashing through the air, and then, like a falcon lurking in the shadows, only stepped out of this hidden canyon, and was suppressed all the time, and the evil qi of the army that was channeled into the earth's qi suddenly erupted and rose.

The two swordsmen are in a stalemate.

The knife in Qingtao's rider was raised, and the three six-grade masters of Wei Chi's family, Gongsun Jing, and Tai Shujian made a move, and the three bright streamers brushed over, instantly impacting those Jianghu warriors, and tearing out a large area of blood like chopping waves.

The warrior's rush came to an abrupt end.

Qingtao rode like a giant beast, across the valley.

When the military formation representing the Shenwu Mansion in the eyes of the Jianghu people appeared in front of this valley, it represented that the conflict between the two sides had finally reached an extremely acute level, and the Jianghu people naturally did not lack blood, and the battle instantly became tragic.

The swordsman surnamed Yan who fought with Wang Anfeng let go, took half a step back, and his eyes seemed to be living with two rounds of suns, shining brightly, and grinning:

"You can fight here, but it's not convenient to fight, your swordsmanship is good, and your speech is also refreshing, but I don't know how brave you are, do you dare to fight with me above?"

He lifted his hand and pointed upward.

Then, without waiting for Wang Anfeng to answer, he puffed up the qi on his body, and suddenly soared into the air to a height of dozens of zhang, and then stood in the void, standing extremely steadily.

More than 100 meters behind him, there was the man who was dressed in black, like an ancient corpse rising from a coffin, and naturally there was also the Jiangdong hero who was wearing a white cloth shirt and stepping into the air.

The swordsman surnamed Yan tried his best not to look at the two brilliant warriors on his side behind him, as if there was a different color flashing on his face, even though he was still heroic, looking at Wang Anfeng below, as if he was inviting.

The sky above everyone's heads pressed lower and lower, as if a downpour would soon come, washing away the blood-colored liquid that had gradually accumulated on the ground.

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes and squinted, Cao Donglin didn't know why, he felt that the prey in the bag below didn't seem to be looking up at him at this time, nor was he pretending to be rebellious.

Before he could judge it, Wang Anfeng had already thrown down the scabbard of the Yan Zhi Sword, held the unsheathed famous sword in his right hand, and then took a step towards it.

This step was steadily stepped in the air, without the slightest shaking, as if stepping on the ninety-nine jade steps in front of the Great Qin Taiji Gong, and then the right foot was raised, and another step was taken upward.

The hem of the navy blue garment swayed slightly.

And a young man came with a sword.

Step by step, I ascended the ladder.

The tall swordsman didn't know why his breath stagnated slightly, and looking at the young man who had stepped into the sky step by step from the bloody battle, a feeling of envy that could not be suppressed rose in his heart.

Wang Anfeng walked seventy-seven steps.

The swallow sword in his hand roared, and sure enough, it seemed to be a flying swallow flapping its wings and passing low in the sky.

The tall swordsman suppressed the slightest ripple and fluctuation in his state of mind, his face was expressionless, his right hand did not see how to exert force, and the weapon that was far wider than the ordinary long sword was horizontal in front of him,

The left hand was stuck in the scabbard, and it was suddenly forced, accompanied by a long sound of Qingyue. The scabbard looked like a bolt shot from a powerful crossbow, piercing the rock wall beside it.

A golden long sword was revealed in the air, the color was gorgeous, like the clouds at the beginning of the rising sun every day, the tall swordsman's eyes became gentle, his left hand was soft and flicked over the blade of the long sword, and then raised his eyes to look at Wang Anfeng, and said:

"Please."

The voice paused, and said solemnly:

"I will kill you."

When he said this, his expression was calm, like a towering and vast mountain range, and the big sword in his hand that was also like a mountain was raised, and after a slight pause, he was wrapped in a majestic bearing and oppressive like a mountain, like the sea, like heaven and earth, and slashed towards Wang Anfeng.

It is as if the mountain is also a sword, the sea is also a sword, and the towering and unattainable sky is also just a long sword held in the hand, since it is a long sword, it is to be used to kill, not to watch.

Wang Anfeng raised the Yan sword in his hand, stabbed forward in an instant, and the hem of his clothes was sharply straightened.

And so the heavens shattered.

The majestic sword momentum shattered in an instant, leaving only the golden sword, which struck hard with the blade of the Yan Zhi Sword, and the mountain was heavy, and the Feiyan flapped its wings lightly and passed over the top of the mountain.

Rumble!

Gongsun Jing held the knife and blocked the sword of a Jianghu warrior in front of him again, and then without the slightest fancy, he raised his leg and kicked it away, the knife in his hand was smart, like an extension of his own arm, and a back teaser opened a big hole in the woman's neck.

The major artery was directly cut off, and the blood couldn't stop at all, spurting out.

It was a very beautiful woman, her hair was black like a night without stars, and the stars were placed in her eyes, if she walked the rivers and lakes, she should be a fairy-like figure in the eyes of many people, but at this time, this woman only shook her body slightly, and she fell into the blood-colored mud of the ground.

In the blink of an eye, a warrior stepped on her back and jumped up, rushing towards Gongsun Jing as if she was fighting for her life, but in the blink of an eye, the two waist knives next to her directly pierced the ribs and abdomen, and the whole person was almost torn apart.

Gongsun Jing exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity, feeling that the palm of his hand holding the knife was a little sore.

The fight is not stopped, even if it is a martial artist of the middle and third grades, and his strength is long, but he does not retreat and fights with these Jianghu people who are not weak, and there is no way to support the state for how long.

In the sky, the battle between Wang Anfeng and the tall swordsman had been going on for a long time, and the sword qi was rolling through the sky like muffled thunder, and from time to time, a majestic sword qi with a width of several zhang rushed into the sky, slashing into the dark clouds that were very low, causing the roar of muffled thunder.

Gongsun Jing spat out blood and slashed out with a roar.

At this time, the immortal sword that can surprise them with a sword is hidden among them at this time, and although the long sword that can attract the snow of heaven and earth is roaring in secret, it is pressed dead in the scabbard and cannot be released.

There is a saying that there is a hidden sword to raise a sword, and to draw a sword to kill a sword, and the sword intent that traverses the sky is like training, and now it is pressed in the three-foot scabbard and screams and shakes, and when it is shot, there is really a sword that rises to the sky and reaches the realm of heaven.

If Gong Yu had made a move early, then everyone would have died, including Shenwu.

And now there are already one by one Qingtao riding strength loss, even if they train hard enough every day, but when they really fight, there are still members of Qingtao riding whose arms gradually slow down, and the slashing knives are also lighter.

What could have been able to cut off the head was only cut out of a wound.

What could have been done with an arm can now only be shaved off a piece of tendon.

The knife is slow, the knife is light, even if there is a foil from the military formation, it can't escape a dead word, Gongsun Jing's side, from time to time there are Qingtao warriors who fall, but Gongsun Jing's movement of swinging the knife has been stable, without the slightest change, as if he is hard-hearted, Tongze's death has no impact on him.

Gong Yu's brows furrowed slightly, his right hand was slowly raised, and Gongsun Jing suddenly roared angrily.

"Don't move!!"

It is unimaginable that the main general of such a bloody battle, there is already a trace of crying in the roaring voice, Gong Yu's movements stopped, looking at him as if there was no strange back, and the sword in his hand was not unsheathed after all.

The back image is like a mountain.

Gongsun Jing wiped a handful of blood indiscriminately, his breathing was short, and there was blood all over his body.

Three hundred Qingtao riders, in the case of fighting in formation, have dragged to death nearly two thousand famous warriors in Jiangnan Province, and his body is naturally full of blood, but there are two twisted and funny traces in the corners of his eyes that have slipped down.

Like an angry wolf, he glared at the people who were gradually deterred.

There were only a hundred people left standing behind Tong Ze.

"The picture books on the rivers and lakes all say that when someone dies in battle, he has to shout something Although I die, how can I still do it, hey, it's all a lie."

Twenty-two years ago, the smiling ruffian patted him on the head.

At that time, he was still a teenager, and he had just experienced the first battle in his life, which could be called a tragic battle, and his hands were so shaky that he couldn't even hold a knife.

That ruffian-like Wu Zheng told him that when people die in battle, they won't have that kind of reaction, and they have that kind of strength, so it's better to bite the enemy's neck hard.

Most of the warriors died in the fierce battle, silently, like burning red charcoal thrown into the water, only with a soft hissing sound, blood flowed out, and then they fell to the ground with a muffled sound, unable to say a word.

He wasn't lying.

When he fell, it was when he was in the Yan Kingdom, and when he fell, it was like a charcoal that had burned to the extreme and was thrown into the ice water, and it smashed to the ground in a dull manner, without making a sound.

He was trying to pull back Gongsun Jing, who killed the red-eyed man.

When he died, his back was full of wolf's fangs and arrows.

After that, Gongsun Jing had heard too much, and after more than ten years of wandering in the rivers and lakes, he almost thought that he would not feel anything about this kind of sound.

But at this time, every dull fall behind him, his heart would twitch violently, and the feeling of losing his comrade-in-arms again was mixed with memories that kept churning, burning his heart, as if in the past......

But at that time, he was just a small teenager.

He is just the youngest in the Dou Jiang battalion, there are big marshals in front of him, there are leaving generals, there are lieutenant Chi military divisions, there is a tall back, he can be uncomfortable, he can cry bitterly, he can kill red eyes, he doesn't even care about his own life, he can drink a lot of wine, cry and cry.

But it's different now......

The figure that was originally standing in front of him, tall, elegant, and old, disappeared one by one like a blurred shadow, and I don't know when it started, he was such a reckless guy, a young man back then, and he was already the main general standing in front of everyone.

Only then did he understand that at that time, the cold-faced generals who couldn't cry and couldn't cry, what kind of feelings were in their hearts, they were all people, how could they not have feelings, but they couldn't.

There are so many deals in the world, willing and unwilling.

When they become generals, they no longer have the qualifications to cry and cry, shed blood and tears, and such a deal is for the sake of Tongze behind them, and for more people to have such qualifications and opportunities.

Gongsun Jing stood with his head held high, constantly fighting, waiting for the moment of the final shot, and the knife in his hand was held tightly.

If you're all there......

You must be able to do better than me......

The clouds are depressed, there is a faint burst of thunder, Wang Anfeng fights and refuses to fall into the downwind, even if the opponent is a master of swordsmanship in the whole world, he still refuses to lose.

Just when the two sides were anxious, Cao Donglin, the Jiangdong hero who was originally standing with his hands in his hands and seemed to stand by for such a duel, glanced at the tragic battle below and sighed softly.

The figure disappeared suddenly, and when it reappeared, it was already behind Wang Anfeng, and when his right hand was raised, he was about to gently fall on Wang Anfeng's back, and whispered:

"The little brother has already done such a great killing, so stop it......"

The palm of his hand is an understatement, and it is about to fall on Wang Anfeng's shoulder.

There seems to be silence between heaven and earth for some time.

The sight was like an arrow, shooting down on the white palm, and the time seemed to be endlessly extended and stretched at this time.

There was no sound, and even thinking seemed to slow down.

In the dead silence, a clear sword sound suddenly exploded, like the first ray of dawn, in the military formation, Gong Yu, who was dressed in an ink-colored power suit, held a sword in his right hand, and the sword intent that had been suppressed for a long time instantly climbed to a rare situation, making this sword even above her true strength.

A sword streamer, in an instant.

Immortal Sword.

There should be a thousand autumns of snow here.

Even if his martial arts were as strong as Cao Donglin, he was still unwilling to face the blade of Qingfeng's Immortal Sword, and almost instinctively stopped, the chain mechanism of the Yan Sword in Wang Anfeng's hand was opened, his body suddenly changed, and he stepped heavily on the shoulder of the tall swordsman.

The robes were stained with blood.

The pupils of the swordsman surnamed Yan contracted suddenly, and the speed of this time was almost about thirty percent faster than the fight just now.

The sound of the sword was terrible, and Wang Anfeng and Gong Yu's figures instantly reversed.

Only when Wang Anfeng appeared in front of Cao Donglin, only at the moment when Cao Donglin was in doubt, carpenter Huang Xiaoping plucked up the courage that had never been seen in his life, and shouted loudly and ran two steps outside.

The axe in his hand slashed down to the side, and the waves of air continued.

The rumbling sound suddenly sounded, endlessly, Huang Xiaoping's fart and urine crawled back to the original place, and in the valley, suddenly a piece of wood fell down, and in some places the soil subsided, leaking out the buried stakes.

Yu Chijie's face suddenly turned hideous, his hands were spread out, and he slammed them on the ground, coughing up blood in his mouth, but there was an unprecedented bright light circulating in his eyes.

"Shenwu Mansion, the military array staff officer of Tianzi No. 1 ......"

"Restore the surname Wei Chi!"

"Twenty years ago, twenty years later, it's still the same! Eat this trick, old thief! ”

All patience is for this time!

It can only be used as a one-time military formation, the eight golden locks, looking from the sky, the dense logs hook the earth's qi, forming a gossip, invisible qi flow, only more than 100 people are left on the Qingtao riding body, and the huge evil qi rises to the sky and gathers on Gongsun Jing's body.

Gongsun Jing shouted angrily, and he controlled this evil spirit that can be called the elite of thousands of people, and then passed it on to Wang Anfeng, who really stepped on the position of the main general calculated by Yu Chijie, and after that, Wang Anfeng could really kill the head of the so-called hero.

I have endured until now.

The Lord will not be afraid, and the patience of the soldiers to the death is for this time.

Cao Donglin's expression had lost his original composure.

Wang Anfeng's aura instantly increased, to the point that if he simply talked about the existence of qi, he could almost touch the unattainable heavenly gate, so high that he could almost withstand the failure to completely burst out of the divine weapon.

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes with an indifferent expression.

Today the sky is overcast and there is thunder.

The right hand that let go of the Yan Zhi Sword was raised, and slowly rested on the hilt of the wooden sword behind it, and the power belonging to the divine soldier gradually rose, just like a tiger with wings, and rushed into the Grandmaster Heavenly Gate in an instant.

The thunder was entangled, and the dark clouds in the sky that had become extremely unstable by sword qi slashed through produced bursts of thunder, gradually entangled and descended, almost a natural disaster, and the tall swordsman had been entangled by the fledgling Gong Yu.

'Grandmaster',

To the Grandmaster.

But at this time, the evil qi suddenly froze, unable to continue to rise into the air, like a fish that had been out of the water for too long, it seemed extremely stiff, and one by one his eyes turned around, and he saw that the man who seemed to be an ancient corpse had stepped on a position again.

After the tragic battle, the evil qi forcibly raised by the eight golden locks was forcibly divided, he just practiced qi and did not cultivate his physique, his face instantly turned red, and gradually the seven orifices bled out, but at this time, his bearing became much calmer.

He arched his hand towards Cao Donglin and said calmly:

"Today Li will die."

"When Mr. Cao can stand on the door of the family with a small body, pour a bowl of wine in front of Li's grave, and sacrifice the head of the family of the only daughter of the family, and Li died without regrets."

Fu looked at Wang Anfeng again, at this time, the evil qi was diverted, he was already dying, coughing up blood, and smiled: "Are you curious about a certain hateful family, why do you want to deal with you?" ”

Wang Anfeng's palm did not loosen from the hilt of the sword, and said slowly:

"It's just a poor kid ...... down"

The ancient corpse-like man muttered twice, and suddenly laughed, his voice turned grim, and said:

"What a poor boy!"

"Wang Anfeng, look at who is fighting for you? Fart's son of a poor family, you are the descendant of Wang Tiance, you are a member of the family, even if you are the only one left, Wang Tiance is a first-class family! ”

"A real poor kid, do you know how difficult it is?!"

"Hahaha, you don't know, all the families in the world should be damned!"

After laughing loudly, he didn't say a word, and smashed directly on the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices, but even if he died, he forcibly absorbed the evil qi, and Wang Anfeng's breath began to decrease at an objective speed.

Cao Donglin retreated suddenly, unwilling to fight, and wanted to wait for Wang Anfeng's breath to wither.

Gongsun Jing's expression froze, his eyes widened, and the evil aura that rose into the air seemed to be a joke, slapping his face fiercely, making his brain dazed.

At this time, the position of each place was calculated by Wei Chijie, and if there was a mistake, the effect would drop sharply.

There is nothing that can be done about it.

Gongsun Jing gritted his teeth, looked around, saw his comrades lying on the ground, saw Wei Chijie who was coughing up blood and was unwilling, and saw everyone who tried their best, even ordinary people in the cottage, had already fought everything, but after all, they fell short and cried.

Gongsun Jing gritted his teeth.

He didn't know why he heard a dull sound again, like a charcoal that had burned to the extreme, thrown into the ice water, as if he saw the captain again with his arms outstretched and blocking the rain of arrows.

I'm your boss, so I have to protect you.

He once said that...... also died like this, he said that the people of Shenwu Mansion have a sentence that is considered a sentence, a spit and a nail, and there is no fake.

Gongsun Jing took a deep breath.

The sky is getting lower and lower, there is a dead silence and despair everywhere here, he can feel that the kid who cooked for them did not fall to the ground softly, but it is about the same, the brother of Qingtao is still standing, but those Jianghu warriors are no longer moving, is it afraid of killing, or do you know, no matter how useless?

Gongsun Jing closed his eyes.

At this time, he felt that he was not alone, in front, there was a weak-looking scholar and several other adults arguing about how to do it, the general was laughing, the Taoist was stroking his beard, and he could see familiar faces everywhere.

Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

A man with a ruffian face and a gun looked at him and laughed and said.

Ah Jing Ah Jing, why are you here at this time?

Ah Jing Ah Jing, how is Daqin, how is our Shenwu Mansion?

Ajing Ajing......

Gongsun Jing exhaled softly and whispered:

"The Shenwu Mansion is very good, and the young master is very good."

“……”

"Ah Jing misses you......"

The aura on his body began to surge, as if the big mouth that had flowed into the sea was even blood-colored with that evil qi, and the originally insufficient evil qi instantly climbed a notch.

This is a way to fight for life, it is a way not to die, the expressions of the twenty-four remaining Shenwu Mansion veterans changed greatly, and Gongsun Jing said calmly:

"Gongsun Jing, captain of the Shenwu Mansion Fighting General Battalion, died in battle today."

"After dying in battle, Zhu Hongjun served as the captain."

The old soldier of the Shenwu Mansion who was named was silent, and his body was also burned with red evil qi, and he said calmly:

"Zhu Hongjun died here, and Guo Yunsheng served as the captain."

"Guo Yun of Shenwu Mansion died here, and the captain was ......"

"Shenwu ......"

Calm to the point that in the tone of telling, the flames burned calmly, as if burning on a large piece of firewood, and there was a wind circling against the heavens and the earth, without saying a word, naturally there was a terrifying power and momentum.

I don't know why, the warriors of the rivers and lakes pushed back.

And Xue Qinshuang and Si Kou Tingfeng, who were late because of the late news of the first village in the world, finally arrived.

Yu Chijie coughed up blood in his mouth, as if he was scheming like a madman.

Gong Yu led the swordsmen of Southern Xinjiang into the distance.

There was constant thunder in the sky, and the divine weapon in Wang Anfeng's right hand was finally clenched, although he couldn't strike with all his strength, it was enough to fight Cao Donglin.

Thunder entangled his body, and his eyes were bright.

The brilliance in Gongsun Jing's eyes has begun to fade, and his thinking has become sluggish, like an old man, he is still thinking at this time, if it was those people in the past, would he do better?

It was I who survived back then, which is a pity.

Wu Zheng shouldn't die, he shouldn't die.

His mind gradually became chaotic, and in the chaotic dead silence, he heard the sound of Qingyue's bell, and the familiar voice, mixed with the sound of the wind, familiar, so familiar that he wanted to cry out loud.

Are you here to pick me up......

Gongsun Jing only had such a thought left, but the next moment, a loud bang suddenly exploded in his ears, his heart beat violently, and Gongsun Jing, who was in a trance to the limit, regained consciousness, and when he turned his head, he saw a thick iron hammer more than a zhang long falling from the sky and slamming heavily on the ground.

A roll of red flags fell.

No wind automatic.

Blazing as fire!

Gongsun Jing's eyes widened instantly, his body stiffened, and his mind was in chaos.

Another very familiar evil aura joined them, stopping the original fateful evil, he seemed to become a puppet, the thunder roar in the sky mixed with the sound of swords, and he turned his head stiffly.

The people in the rivers and lakes were washed away, and a group of old men walked out, some on horseback, some only on foot, their faces were covered with wind and frost, and their clothes were covered with a lot of dirt, but the weapons in their hands were not damaged at all.

I don't know how long it took to come here from all over the world, and even some people wore thick cotton boots, competing in front of those Jianghu people in strong suits, which was really funny and terrifying.

But they did not waver in the slightest, their faces were dirty, but their expressions were squinting, as if they were wearing the first-class Mingguang heavy armor of Great Qin, as if they were all comrades, as if the thunder was there, and the world was invincible.

At the head was an old man with gray hair, with a broken arm, riding on the back of an equally old war horse, raising the long knife in his hand, looking around, and then widening his eyes, as if he had exhausted all his strength, as if he had exhausted his life's heroic courage to fight the world, and shouted angrily:

"Under the command of Shenwu Mansion, break the formation!"

After the dead silence, Gongsun Jing heard a tsunami-like response, I don't know if it was an illusion, he seemed to see a familiar figure shouting, just behind those gray-haired old soldiers.

A figure in the sky was entangled with thunder and a sword in his hand.

In a trance, he also couldn't tell whether it was the past renunciation path or the current Wang Anfeng, in a daze, someone behind him gently patted him on the shoulder, I don't know if it's true or not, he heard a familiar voice.

Ajing Ajing, you did a good job......

Ajing Ajing, you have grown up.

He opened his mouth, but he only knew what was shouting like the people around him, but he was already in tears.

Such a scream has almost been integrated into the depths of his soul, and he will never forget it until he dies, he still remembers what Wu Zheng said, this is just a few simple words, the doll can shout it, right, just those words.

"Wind!"

"Wind!"

"Gale!"

In the sky, a figure holding a long sword, stepping into the vast sky, as if facing the whole world, a whole river and lake, facing the past of his father, covered in blood, and then exhausted his body strength, roaring.

"Shenmu !!"

Li Sheng, who was rushing fifty miles away, suddenly stopped, a pair of miserable white eyes widened, and he saw that there was a formation of evil qi, as if a giant dragon was rising into the sky, and the body was surrounded by thunder, roaring endlessly.

His throat moved, almost muttering.

"Shenwu ......"

In the rivers and lakes, in the summer of June of the fourth year of Daqin Dayuan, the Shenwu sect of the Jianghu sect opened a mansion in Jiangnan Road, and the lord of the mansion, Wang Anfeng, borrowed the battle to kill the grandmaster Cao Donglin, the heaven and the earth thundered, and the celestial phenomena changed for three hundred miles.

In a fierce battle, with 300 people against the rivers and lakes of Jiangnan Province, more than 4,000 people were killed in the rivers and lakes.

A valley, in the blink of an eye, blood flowed into a river, and the living beings did not dare to enter, which was called a desperate valley.

No one in the world dares to call the remnants of Shenwu Mansion five words.

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