The startled salamander stopped dozens of miles away from the Flying Spirit Sect.

It has a huge body, and when it shakes its head and tail, it is the turbulent waves of the East China Sea, and the ordinary ironclad military ship, even if it is full of soldiers, more than ten or twenty searches are not its opponents, but in the face of the grandmaster warrior who can take off to resist the wind, master the qi against the enemy, and even in a sense, the master warrior is just a live target.

Feiling Sect, Zuoqiu Valley.

Grandmaster of the East China Sea.

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

Holding a sword in his hand, he stepped on the sea.

The upper and lower disciples of the Feiling Sect have been waiting for them, except for those sent to Penglai Island, several elders and deacons are lined up on both sides, all of them are at the level of the middle and third grades, and the Feiling Sect is good at wandering light skills After opening up the distance, the means of instantaneous explosion often have the experience of killing high-level martial artists with a low realm.

Feiling Island is not as good as Penglai, but it is also one of the overseas strange islands, and there are many legends and legends of immortals.

There is only one high mountain on the island, Wang Anfeng only looked up and saw the Zuoqiu Valley standing at the top of the mountain, the Feiling Sect is good at rejuvenating the face, this Feiling Sect Grandmaster who is more than seventy years old, looks only in his early forties, his temples are white, and he has a very elegant demeanor.

There were still thirteen black thunder spears behind Zuoqiu Valley.

When Wang Anfeng looked up at him, Zuo Qiugu was also secretly looking at this young warrior who suddenly came out of nowhere, paused on the sheathed broadsword in his palm, and saw the startled salamander diving to the bottom of the sea behind Wang Anfeng, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes. He had already guessed the reason why he hadn't been able to detect the thirteen Thunder Spear Qi Machines before.

His gaze fell on Wang Anfeng again, the East China Sea Grandmaster, who had used the nine thunder spears to kill through the battlefields of the two countries and stop a battle of tens of thousands of people in his prime, had cold eyes, and said: "The Shenwu Mansion Lord of Great Qin is here, how can he not say it in advance, so that a certain disciple can be sent to receive and receive him." ”

He stood on the top of the mountain, but his voice seemed to be close to his ears.

Wang Anfeng replied calmly:

"The sect master sent the deputy sect master to kill my grandfather, and he didn't say hello."

"It's just half a catty and eight taels, and I still have a wicked guest who comes to the door and says politely."

Zuo Qiugu's voice sank, and he said:

"Penglai Island in the East China Sea is a place where thousands of miles of East China Sea air, earth, qi and dragon veins meet."

"In the holy land of cultivation under the world, only Kunlun Mountain and Yuhu Mountain in northern Xinjiang can be compared with Penglai Island, but unfortunately these two places are too far away, and they all have the Lord, except for Penglai, there is no place suitable for my sect's cultivation in the world."

"Wang Anfeng, you and I are both people in the rivers and lakes, people in the rivers and lakes, the unprosperous court and the family, I don't talk to you much about going around in circles."

"I already have a plan to include Penglai Island under the sect, those people say that the treasure is virtuous, and in the end, it is the powerful who gets it, since it is a Jianghu person, then of course you have to see the real chapter under your hands, otherwise no matter how good you say, it is just empty, useless, what do you think?"

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes, he had always been peaceful and upright, but the corners of his mouth were hooked, and he said:

"The sect master has never visited Kunlun and the jade pot, and he picked Penglai, is it considered to bully the soft and afraid of the hard?"

Zuoqiu Gu's expression was calm, the mountain range under his feet shook suddenly, Wang Anfeng retreated violently to the side, almost instantly, the water under his feet directly exploded ten zhang waves, soaring into the sky, and then smashed down heavily, the waves were endless, and the rumbling seemed to be thunder.

Facing the truly famous Seven Sect Masters, Wang Anfeng did not dare to underestimate him.

The Shenwu sword in his hand was directly out of the sheath, and he raised his hand to send the troops to solve it, and the pale blue sword gang exploded, passing through the curtain of the falling waves, pointing directly to Zuoqiu Valley, Zuoqiu Valley grabbed the five fingers, and the qi condensed into a thunder spear, and then raised his hand to shake, and the tip of the thunder spear and the sword gang of the soldiers were broken together.

Wang Anfeng was already approaching, and the qi on the Shenwu Sword in his hand lingered, and with a sudden sword roar, it swept over, and the sword momentum rose from the blades on both sides.

The wind is mighty.

In the face of this sword, which had obviously reached the level of a grandmaster, Zuo Qiu Gu finally stopped holding it up, grabbed it with his right hand, and a thunder spear flew out from his back, held it in his hand, held the spear as a knife, and slashed down violently, suppressing this sword.

Wang Anfeng instantly turned the hilt of the sword, the sword grid stuck the Benlei spear, and immediately pushed sideways towards the side of Zuoqiu Valley, a cluster of sparks exploded on the long sword and short spear, and the sword blade was already approaching Zuoqiu Valley, and then when the opponent changed his move, his body leaned back, avoiding the sweeping short spear, and the long sword in his hand slashed obliquely.

The cold sword intent swung from the blade.

A sword swings in the cold autumn.

The well-honed martial arts came into play at this time, and the blade of the sword swept over the hem of Zuoqiu Gu's clothes, although it failed to hurt the latter, but it made him take three steps back, and the hem of his clothes embroidered with the blue waves of the East China Sea shattered into pieces of butterflies, flying down from the top of the mountain, and then a wave hit and drowned directly to the bottom of the sea.

Wang Anfeng turned over and retreated, and the sword in his hand lingered.

Zuo Qiugu's face turned cold, and he raised his left hand and grabbed the second Thunder Spear.

Still not using the Flying Spirit Sect's peerless learning, stepping down, relying on the huge qi machine that he cultivated step by step, Wang Anfeng climbed to the grandmaster with the help of the divine weapon, after all, it was an outer way, and he was shocked to the point of shaking unsteadily, and he failed to use the sword as usual, and at this moment, Zuoqiu Gu was already close, and the two spears were staggered.

Or draw or split, or stab on the front, all kinds of martial arts come easily, but they are all ten out of ten everyone's demeanor, Wang Anfeng uses swordsmanship to fight the enemy, Shenwu Sword is a divine soldier after all, and his swordsmanship and experience against the enemy are also strong enough, Shengsheng maintained the situation that he was only at a disadvantage and never completely defeated.

In the eyes of others, the two of them could barely see clearly, they could only feel the thunder running, and when they turned their heads, they were empty, just the mountains and rocks shaking, setting off heavy waves one after another.

Ten times in a row, strong winds rose to send the troops to liberation.

The sword in Wang Anfeng's hand is still stable, but the qi has dropped by half.

Zuo Qiu Gu stepped into the clouds with a spear, and said lightly: "Yes, at your age, I can't walk five moves in front of you, and twenty years ago, I'm afraid I wasn't your opponent." ”

The voice did not fall, and the short spear in his hand had suddenly shot out of his hand, but he did not shy away from the means of plotting.

The Feiling Sect's ability to take care of the house appeared for the first time from the hands of this grandmaster, and there was a gap of several zhang between the two, but in front of the speed of the thunder, the space and distance seemed to be completely erased, and Wang Anfeng could instantly, and even raised his long sword before he made a move, knocking the first spear away.

The thunder spear pierced the clouds, and the thunder spread for more than thirty miles.

But there was already thunder on Wang Anfeng's right hand, spreading all the way to his arm.

The second spear was shot out almost at the moment when Wang Anfeng shot, this time it landed on Wang Anfeng's left shoulder, King Kong's physique instantly dimmed, Wang Anfeng flew out backwards, smashed through the sea of clouds, and hid in it, Zuo Qiu Gu waved his right hand, and the thunder erupted, covering the clouds and mist that were comparable to a whole city, and shattered.

So there was a torrential tornado in the East China Sea.

People who were far away on the rest of the islands could see from a distance that the sky above the Feiling Sect was shrouded in layers of thick dark cloud vortex, like a dragon drawing water, slowly rotating, thunder constantly flashing, the sea surface undulating, and torrential rain pouring, it was a scene like a natural disaster one day.

Wang Anfeng had pierced through the sea of clouds long before this.

Although the thunder is strong, because he himself has practiced one of the top thunder dao exercises in the world, it has no effect, but he is a little embarrassed, and after flying out of the sea of clouds, he stabilized his breath and used the time of Zuoqiu Valley to break through the sea of clouds to restore his qi.

Seventy percent of the replies in a short period of time.

The last thunder influence was swallowed into the dantian thunder pool by Wang Anfeng with gritted teeth, and his mood remained unchanged.

He has already had a similar experience in the story of Libo, he grew up listening to the old man's story since he was a child, according to what the old man said, where is it possible for a warrior to always fight those undefeated fights? But if you don't fight, you still have to fight.

People are picking up knives and slashing at your father and mother's neck, and you have to be patient and patient, you have to be able to beat before you can shoot? How big of a cowardice does that have to be?

The old man took a sip of wine, narrowed his eyes with a smile, and shook his fingers.

There are few things that win out of ten, and there are so many in this world that you can't beat them, and you have to bite off the two taels of meat on the other side with your teeth. Martial artists often have to draw knives to cut those who are stronger than themselves, if you don't fight, no one dares to come and step on your head, can you fight?

What's more, the confrontation of martial artists is not a Mohist organ, a Confucian technique.

Fight may not be able to beat, just kill to death, how many dead battles, those fairies with fluttering sleeves give the rivers and lakes martial arts close, a killer smashes the heart and dies hard, but those who come up with means at the beginning and fight to the sky, and the result is a big flaw.

This is called making a fortune with a muffled voice, and then pumping cold to be ruthless.

Zuoqiu Valley broke through the clouds.

Wang Anfeng still only used swordsmanship to fight the enemy, and this time he used the sword aura of the Northern Xinjiang Army God to be as silky as 3,000 zhang.

Zuo Qiu Gu became more and more sure in his heart, this is the owner of the sword that Shentu Hongye brought back before, and the current means are even more weightless, he is more than seventy years old, and he has fought against amazing swordsmen in his life, I don't know how many, those who are young, and it is not for nothing that a sword qi goes straight to the Nine Heavens.

The skills displayed in his hands are all martial arts that restrain the swordsman.

After dozens of battles, he raised his hand and shot out another thunder spear.

Just like just now, the instantaneous speed almost erased the existence of space, but the power did not diminish.

Wang Anfeng protected his vital points, and King Kong's body finally shed blood, which was mixed with a little pale gold like stars. fell into the clouds, and then fell into the East China Sea, but at the moment when the other party made a move, the Shenwu sword in his hand stabbed forward, Qing Feng lifted the snow, and the cold sword intent penetrated Zuoqiu Gu's left shoulder.

The two of them fell into the East China Sea together.

Explode two waves.

Zuoqiu Gu stood on the ocean, feeling that the meridians on his left shoulder were gradually frozen, and the internal qi was difficult to pass, he sneered at the moment, and there was a blue thunderbolt exploding on his body, hair, eyebrows and eyes, and the cold feeling at the meridians was instantly shattered, and he stood on the ocean, as if the thunder was a god.

"Tianshan swordsmanship, Qingfeng's sword intent, as well as the sword momentum of the Heavenly Sword, the shadow of the martial arts of the soldiers."

"There are even ways to do it in northern Xinjiang."

"You have learned a lot, I didn't know that the Shenwu Mansion was so extensive."

Wang Anfeng didn't answer, his tongue was against his jaw, locking his chest and abdomen.

Zuo Qiu Gu raised his eyebrows, and after being surprised in his heart, it was suddenly dawned, the victory or defeat of the martial artists is not only the level of the means, if each other's mood is turbulent, the damage to the combat power is not less than poisoning, how many disciples are superb in martial arts, but the mood is chaotic when they are about to fight, and they can't compare to those veterans of a hundred battles.

Although the person in front of him is young, he is not a chick after all.

At this time, as soon as he opened his mouth, he was bound to vent the invisible qi, and the soldiers were full of energy, and then declined, and then exhausted, and the sharp qi escaped, and they were almost ten miles away from victory.

Zuo Qiugu raised his hand, casually gave up the blow of the words, and said:

"Yes, will you try this trick?"

This time it was different from Fang Cai, and the voice fell five breaths before he made a move.

There was no longer a means to entangle the heaven and earth qi machine, and all the grandmaster hao qi machine was just condensed on the dark thunder spear, the palm of his hand moved slightly, and when he heard a bang, the thunder spear had appeared in front of Wang Anfeng, almost not giving people any time to react.

The qi consumed by this spear was even above the sea of clouds that had just shattered.

The Shenwu Sword was flowing with light, and the sword qi in the thunder pool in Wang Anfeng's body groaned.

The Shenwu Sword came first, blocking an inch in front of the tip of the Thunder Spear.

Wang Anfeng stepped on the sea with his feet, slid backwards for several miles, turned his wrists, gritted his teeth to boost his strength, and guided the spear to the bottom of the sea with the principle of Tai Chi Harmony, and almost instantly, the second spear appeared in front of him, and the blade of the long sword was facing downward, and there was no way to defend back.

The spear slammed into Wang Anfeng's body.

His figure flew out upside down and landed heavily on the sea, Zuo Qiu Gu held a spear, stepped on the sea, and saw that the Lord of the Shenwu Mansion on the opposite side was already half-kneeling on the sea, holding a sword in his right hand, and covering his chest with his left hand, the thunder spear had pierced his chest, and he was panting rapidly.

Behind him, a white wave rushed straight into a deserted island.

The jungle and rocky mountains on the desert island crumbled, as if they had been slashed by a sword.

Zuo Qiu Gu stood on the surface of the sea, his heart was slow, his words were arrogant, and he said lightly: "Yes, very good, I can take my five thunder spears, there are few people in the younger generation who use such means." ”

"It's a pity you're going to die here."

Immediately raised his hand, and the Thunder Spear in his hand took on a special posture.

"This move is called Benlei Taichu."

"It was created by the sect when he heard that Great Qin left the martial arts and fell into the realm, and fought fiercely with the people of Kunlun Mountain in Kunlun Mountain to a draw."

"Take its chaotic beginning, the meaning of the beginning of the thunder, should be included in the ranks of the world's peerless learning, but it is a pity that the martial arts have fallen, otherwise we should fight with him, and see who is the person who can carry the martial arts of the thunder road in the rivers and lakes, but the name of the thunder road and the thunder road should be resisted by me in the future."

His voice paused, and he said lightly:

"If this is really something that I can't do in Zuoqiu Valley, who else in the world can do it?"

The thunder spear is entangled with energy, and the vast beginning.

Wang Anfeng, who has always been calm, has hit his heart like a sledgehammer, and his expression is in a trance.

Leaving the ......

Leave the martial arts?!

On the hospital bed, the scholar who finally had a little spirit talked and laughed with the heroic man whose beard had never been completely white, and his rare expression was full of spirit, and when the man left, he looked at his back and said to himself:

"Liwu, the rest of the matter, I have to ask you."

"With a body like me, heh, I should have really learned some martial arts in the first place."

The warrior man paused, nodded and left.

After leaving, the scholar beckoned the peeking child to him.

The child was a little precocious, and asked Libo's name to be clearly renunciation, why was it called Liwu.

The scholar was silent for a long time, touched the child's hair, and said softly:

"He was originally a departure from the military."

"You have to remember, Anfeng."

"Even if everyone in the world forgets his name, you must always remember that he is not a renunciation, at least not only, his name is Liwu, the martial arts who stop fighting with martial arts, and the martial arts who dominate the world."

"Daqin, leave the martial arts."

The mighty man sent the scholar away and pulled the five-year-old child.

The child grows up slowly.

Dahan's hair is also slowly graying.

The child's body is stretched out.

The big man has become an old man, and his back is a little bent.

When he laughed, his eyes narrowed.

The child, who was only as tall as the bed, was taller than the big man back then.

Wang Anfeng's right hand trembled violently.

"Leaving the ......"

"Leave?"

Zuo Qiugu was accumulating strength, and suddenly sensed that something was wrong and looked up.

The Shenwu Mansion Lord, who should have been pierced through his chest and thundered into his body, actually stood up slowly, his left hand was released, Zuo Qiu Gu's pupils suddenly contracted, and the thunder spear was actually grabbed by his palm, and his palm was full of blood, but it failed to penetrate his chest at all.

Just a camouflage?!

Zuo Qiu Gu's heart was filled with anger for a moment.

Wang Anfeng raised his head, looked at Zuoqiu Valley, and said softly:

"You say, Liwu?"

Zuo Qiu Gu was angry in his heart, thinking that Liwu was the general of the Shenwu Mansion, and now that Liwu was in the rivers and lakes, I am afraid that the master of the Shenwu Mansion felt that he could not control it, looking at the appearance of the person in front of him, he probably regretted it very much, and then waved the thunder spear in his hand, and sneered and mocked slightly: "Yes, the original name is Lirendao." ”

"It is the first general under your Great Qin Shenwu Mansion."

"The eleventh famous general in the world, the once strongest Zhenyue of Great Qin has renounced."

"But now that he has fallen into the realm, it is estimated that his life will not be long, and the name of Ben Thunder should belong to me."

As he expected, the Lord of the Shenwu Mansion in front of him was in a trance.

Before I felt proud, a chill suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart.

Suddenly raised his head, and saw that on Wang Anfeng's lowered left hand, wisps of thunder and energy burst out, and at the same time, where he held the sword in his right hand, the crimson fire burned, and his eyes turned red gold in an instant.

The surface of the East China Sea suddenly sank.

Sink again!

Zuo Qiu Gu was alarmed in his heart, and the thunder spear in his hand shot out suddenly, Wang Anfeng didn't seem to see it, regardless of it, he rushed directly towards the short spear, the thunder flashed through the sky, and at the moment of contact, Zen cause and effect, Penglai thaumaturgy, unfolded at the same time.

I hold three thousand dharmas.

Three thousand laws are one.

Intercept the part between cause and effect, and turn cause and effect upside down.

You can't control the grandmaster, but you can control yourself, and that's the killer that can rival the grandmaster.

Wang Anfeng's body was blurred in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was already a foot in front of Zuo Qiu Gu, as if he had passed through that Grandmaster's superior killing move, his thick qi burst out, and his muscles and bones made a sound of King Kong colliding, Zuo Qiu Gu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't react, he held a thunder spear and stabbed forward violently.

Wang Anfeng's sword in his right hand was knocked flying.

Zuo Qiu Gu's pupils contracted suddenly, there was not much strength on that sword at all, he reacted instantly, was it a false move?!

The Shenwu Sword that was knocked away turned into an illusory qi state and submerged into Wang Anfeng's body.

The qi machine breathed on Kunlun.

Wang Anfeng's right hand instantly grabbed Zuo Qiu Gu's wrist, the King Kong-like physique of Buddhism, Zuo Qiu Gu couldn't break free at all, so he was pulled over by Wang Anfeng, Wang Anfeng raised his left hand and grabbed Zuo Qiu Gu's neck, which was the only chance to win against the grandmaster.

Shaolin dragon grasps, probes the moon, and locks the throat.

Vajra Buddha, such as the Ten Forces.

Angry in his throat.

Suddenly twist the waist, step, turn over.

Smash!

In the roaring sound, Zuoqiu Valley was slammed on the sea, and the originally gentle water flowed under the blessing of the terrifying speed, as if the hardest steel in the whole world, immediately exploded, turned into mist and rose to the sky, reaching the clouds and falling, Zuoqiu Valley had a sweet throat and coughed up blood.

Only this time, his qi was smashed away by such brute force.

Another punch of qi was as condensed as a mountain and a sea, and it fell hard.

One punch, two punches.

Three punches.

Don't give Zuoqiu Gu a chance to mobilize his qi at all, the Feiling Sect is extremely good at body techniques and instant burst of martial arts, and the elders in the sect have also traveled everywhere, obtained many close-range moves from the sect, and even intercepted the essence from it and integrated it into their own martial arts path, all of which cannot be concealed a little.

The Feiling Sect is not good at external exercises, and is not good at close fists and feet.

Wang Anfeng went all out with every punch he fell, and brought his body to the limit, although there are various methods in Shaolin Temple, but it is also undeniable that it is a punch with fists and feet to get started, and the fist is entangled with cause and effect, and every punch accurately falls on Zuo Qiu Gu's body, unable to dodge.

The waves on the sea were like fury.

The dragon sucks water.

Pure fist smashing out the dragon roar.

After a long time, Wang Anfeng got up panting, and the East China Sea Grandmaster under his feet was as soft as mud, and his body and muscles were broken in seventy-one pieces, which were broken by brute force, even the Grandmaster, and there was no way to do it.

Wang Anfeng looked at Zuo Qiu Gu, raised his hand, and there was a piece of blood on the fist, both Zuo Qiu Gu's and his own, the fist bones were faintly misplaced, and he was still injured by the shock just after taking turns punching.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he opened his mouth so firmly and coldly for the first time.

"Ben Lei? That's Libo's martial arts, it's Libo's ......"

"You don't deserve it."

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