The white-haired military general looked at Wang Anfeng and said:

"Dare you say, what do you know?"

"Since you want to stop in front of us, then you can only fight to the death."

The right hand threw down the knife in his hand, and there was already a soldier behind him who sent a spear of more than two meters, called a spear, but it was more like a banner in the army, the crimson banner was entangled in the body of the gun again and again, the blade was cold and sharp, full of blood and bravery.

As soon as he raised his hand, it seemed that the dragon was roaring, which was the same as the battle array marksmanship used by Gongsun Jing before, but it was vast and majestic, and he had the bearing of a majestic grandmaster.

With the attainments of the people in front of him, he is not under the Fufeng Fei Poyue, he is upright, and the soldiers are overwhelmingly crushed.

Overcome rigidity with softness, and break softness with rigidity.

Wang Anfeng was silent and stuck the horizontal knife in his hand upside down on the ground.

The right hand was opened, accompanied by a faint streamer, and a sheathed long sword appeared in his palm from scratch, and after holding it tightly, the original simple scabbard began to shatter from both sides of the blade, revealing the ancient wooden sword body, and there were extremely dense Dao Gate proverbs on both sides, which were fierce and fierce.

Language is useless at this point.

Under Xiuyun North Mountain, the two figures stepped forward to fight again after breaking away from a few breaths.

The rest of the sect warriors all evacuated at the foot of the mountain, but they didn't leave directly, Yue Yue's eyes were red, and he muttered: "Master, senior brother, he ......"

Xing Lingxue was silent, her hands were previously broken by the martial artist with superb light skills, and now they have just been continued, and there is no way to recover their full state, the famous sword is lying on her lap horizontally, and she is about to answer, when she suddenly notices that the famous sword trembles in the sheath.

Xing Lingxue was stunned, suddenly realized, and looked sideways in the direction of the mountain peak.

Everyone from the major factions of the thirty-six countries looked in that direction, the sky was high and blue, and the saber in his hand kept whistling in a low voice.

A stunning sword light soared into the sky.

Swordsmanship, send the troops to solve.

The sword sounded Qingyue.

The sharp sword qi moved forward, and the blade of the wooden sword in Wang Anfeng's palm was a little bit on the front of the big gun, and the footwork under his feet did not pause, and it had already appeared on one side, and the sword in his hand turned to pull the blade sideways to the side of the armored general, rubbing a series of sparks.

Zhang Xu retreated sharply backwards, opened the distance, rotated the spear in his hand for a circle, forced the sword edge away, and immediately held his hands on the middle line of the spear body, accompanied by the body method, the spear blade and the tail of the spear continued to attack quickly.

The gun in his hand is full of marksmanship, but no matter what kind of moves he uses, he will be interrupted at the most critical time by an opponent who is not even half his age, and it is difficult to fully exert his own martial arts, but even so, he can use his own combat experience to fight the enemy purely with half a move, and he is not broken in an instant.

The sword in Wang Anfeng's palm hissed, breaking the falling moves, but it was always difficult to get close to the distance that was most dominant in marksmanship.

The other party's comprehension of marksmanship has almost become a grandmaster.

The marksmanship is domineering and vigorous, and the swordsmanship is precise and stable.

It is a gun that has been across the battlefield, and it is also a sword that has been amazing and will definitely stand alone in the future.

This was supposed to be a blade that was supposed to be side by side under the same banner, but at this moment, the sword stabbed out at the elder of the robe who was running in the other direction, and the spear was not an old enemy, but a junior who inherited his long-cherished wish in the past and still went straight forward.

On the opposite side are people who once embraced the same ambitions.

Wang Anfeng clenched the wooden sword.

So correct him.

On the opposite side are those who have inherited the glory of the past.

Zhang Xu's face was still grim.

But the supreme glory has been tarnished and abandoned.

At this time, a trace of desire that had almost been completely given up had flashed in his mind, if all this had not happened, then he should have drunk with his old friends every day, and if the wine money was not enough, he would exchange the old Japanese army's merit order for it, and he could get a lot.

Then he will have a lot of juniors.

Lots of friends.

He will appreciate this stubborn little guy in front of him, who has a good personality and is not bad at martial arts, and he will pass on his past experience to them with a laugh, using the method of telling stories.

He was willing to stay incognito, accompany these children to grow up, and then, when no one thought of it, tell them that he was once the world's first-class martial artist, look at their shocked appearance and be proud, and shoot the martial arts cheats that have been prepared for a long time.

But this is destined to be only an illusion and an impossible wish.

He clenched the gun, there was pathos in his eyes, when the Shenwu Mansion carried the coffin back and shocked the world, the ending was actually doomed.

Now it is,

Enemies, mortal enemies, fights.

The whistling of weapons tore through the wind and the clouds high in the sky.

When each other's internal strength and strength are unable to hold each other, moves and experience will become the key to life and death, and such a close fight, one move is faster than another, and the martial artists of the sixth rank have no way to capture the moves and angles of the shot, even Gu Tianhan and Sheng Zhehan are full of cold sweat.

Their eyes widened, barely able to catch the trajectory of the sword and spear.

But this is already the limit, as a black list martial artist who lives a life of fighting for his life in the rivers and lakes, they may not be able to do martial arts, but they have absolute self-knowledge, with their strength, I am afraid that between three breaths, they will lose their lives in vain.

Gu Tianhan looked at Lu Yingbo next to him, now this martial artist who obviously also belongs to the fourth rank, but he dropped the chain, raised his right hand, and covered his forehead.

The slender fingers ran through the black hair, clasped his head, his eyes widened slightly, I don't know when it was already covered with fine bloodshots, and the beautiful face was pale one by one, like a terrible ghost crawling out of the underworld.

He retracted his gaze, but he couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart, Lu Yingbo next to him was obviously stimulated by something, if he was in such a state now, he would definitely be killed easily.

At the moment, his eyes were fixed on the rougher moves, trying to peek out the flaws in the rapidly changing moves, his pupils moved quickly with the streamer reflected at the edge of the weapon, and his sideburns were gradually wet with cold sweat-

Completely unpredictable, completely uncatchable.

If he is faced with a heavy knife that is like a thousand knives, he may still struggle for a few moves.

Then facing these two people is different, he may be pierced by the throat of the spear at the moment of the fight, or he may not be aware of it, and the wooden sword will break his eyebrows.

What is showing in front of him at this moment is a level that is even higher than the strength of the sword maniac.

Wang Anfeng's expression was calm, his spirit sank, and he had already stepped into the Zen state of mind.

The passage of time, the flow of air, the existence of heaven and earth and me are all separated.

It is as if you are standing behind your own and performing your own swordsmanship in a calm and rational way.

With the thirty-six sword as the bones, the sword of the heavenly sword is strong, and the sword intent takes a little bit of the Tianshan Mountains, a little bit of Qingfeng is high, and it comes out after a long battle to the death.

The speed of the wooden sword, whose texture has reached the level of a divine soldier, is gradually accelerating, and the principle of swordsmanship is displayed here, and the pale blue sword gang that seems to be the reflection of the river and the sea is condensed on the blade, which is enough to instantly seize the life of a five-rank martial artist, representing his strongest killing method at this moment.

When Wang Anfeng uses swordsmanship and swordsmanship, he has two completely different temperaments.

The core of the knife method is to practice to the golden bell jar that is close to the upper three grades, the method of using the knife is the ten forces of the Rulai, and the auxiliary power is the great power of the divine soldier King Kong.

Not so with swordsmanship.

This is the martial arts he has really cultivated since he was a child, practicing pupil art for swordsmanship, pace, tricks, state of mind, all martial arts are based on swordsmanship as the core, like pieces of fragments, these pieces are simply taken out of a piece, the old has been able to allow him to stand in the rivers and lakes, and now, all the pieces are assembled together.

The method of superimposing the strength that he had taken from the old man of the Star Pavilion was gradually used.

The sword qi gradually overlapped, and the Heavenly Machine Bead shook slightly.

The Oriental Family's Secret Heavenly Technique: Pulling the Machine.

The speed of the swordsmanship gradually accelerated, and the fierce general who had fought in the most brutal battlefield in a hundred years on the opposite side gradually felt that the pressure was accelerating, and he changed his marksmanship, wanting to let the other party show his flaws.

Those who are good at high-speed strong attacks may not be able to deal with powerful and heavy moves, and those with unparalleled strength in the world will be restrained by the continuous tricks of false moves.

This kind of restraint does not mean that you can't perform moves, but that the rhythm of high-speed combat is interrupted.

The rhythm is interrupted, and there will be a flaw in the move in an instant.

One set of marksmanship, two sets of marksmanship.

The gun gradually became cold, and when all the marksmanship he was good at had been changed once, Zhang Xu suddenly found that the black-clothed young man on the opposite side, who was only twenty-six or seventeen years old, had not been affected by half a point in the rhythm of his moves, and the pressure seemed to be moving forward step by step, steadily and continuously increasing.

This means that there are no flaws.

There are no flaws in all aspects, which can be called the ultimate perfect training, whether it is speed, strength, physique, accuracy of shots, or their own fighting experience.

Even the most difficult minds to mature have reached the limit of this age, and only time and years can polish them to perfection and immaculateness.

But how is that possible?

Zhang Xu's expression was momentarily distracted.

In this kind of fight and fighting, a moment of distraction often represents an absolute disadvantage, Zhang Xu understood his mistake in the next moment, and tried to make up for it, but the opponent's one-on-one experience seems to be completely below him, several moves in a row, and the disadvantage is constantly expanding.

With a bang, Zhang Xu's shoulder armor was shattered and flew, and he finally couldn't help but staggered back a step.

Without the protection of the qi engine, the shattered shoulder armor instantly turned into powder that was difficult to see with the naked eye, flying to one side, and the mountain wall on one side instantly erupted with a roar like thunder, and the ground trembled for miles.

When the four grades were fighting, they were wrapped in the fragments of the top-grade Mingguang armor that were shot out by enough qi machines, and the speed climbed to the level above the sound in an instant. Its impact is enough disaster for anyone who does not have enough martial arts, and the reason why Great Qin has one pillar country in each county is to restrain the masters of the four grades or above in the rivers and lakes.

Most of the masters who really rely on themselves and set foot in the four grades can lead the heavens and the earth for their own use, and the heavenly phenomena change for hundreds of miles with a sword. In a stricter sense, it is no longer a mortal, but a gathering of these hundreds of miles of celestial phenomena, a celestial phenomenon that walks on the earth.

Sheng Zhehan gasped and watched the mountain wall on one side completely collapse.

Like a legendary giant, he turned from rock to dirt again, and slowly collapsed, at first slowly, and then faster and faster, and fell mightily, and his fingers holding the bowstring trembled slightly, and murmured:

"Xiuyun North Mountain ......"

"Nope."

PS: Today's update is the first update............

3,200 words of standard chapters