When Wang Anfeng and Zhu Xiao fought, everyone in the Immortal Pavilion had already rushed out more than ten zhang away, and the woman led by him was the fastest, and when she heard the sound of Zhu Xiao's palms hitting Wang Anfeng behind, her expression changed slightly, she lifted her breath and lightened her body, held down her body, and turned around to see the battle situation.

The dark green poisonous mist shrouded a square circle, and the smell was fishy.

With the power of the Immortal Pavilion's poisonous skills, even if the rest of the martial artists had already left a hundred meters away, this taste was extremely obvious.

The woman recognized that this was an omen when the martial arts of this sect were at their limit, and her expression was extremely tense for a while, and she was uneasy in her heart, not knowing what the battle situation was.

Only when he was apprehensive, in the dark green poisonous mist, there were steady steps.

A figure slowly walked out of it, the woman's heart couldn't help lifting, her right hand subconsciously held down the weapon, and the silver rope was like a snake hissing, entangled in the air.

But the serpent cowered and was uneasy.

The poisonous fog dissipated, revealing a figure in green clothes, with a square and majestic face, quite gloomy.

The woman's face was relaxed, revealing joy, and at the same time, the poisonous mist accompanied the footsteps, parting to the sides, revealing the slender palm that grabbed the neck of the man in green clothes, and a hideous wound on the neck was still flowing blood, the color was red and dazzling, reflected in the pupils of the Immortal Pavilion, making his body stiffen for a moment.

A chill came from the bottom of my heart.

In the dull sound of breaking through the air, an ink-colored heavy knife stabbed out a poisonous mist.

Wang Anfeng turned his wrist, swept the heavy knife, and in the whistling sound, the knife wind was like a wave, sweeping away all the poisonous mist, and endured the tingling pain from the old wound on the right shoulder, his face was expressionless, and he threw it casually, throwing out the Zhu Xiao who had no life, the latter was originally tall, but at this time, it was like a rag bag, and he was powerless to fall in front of the people in the Immortal Pavilion, making a dull sound.

An incomparable aura emerged from the depths of everyone's hearts.

The person in front of him did not show any amazing learning, since his debut, but one attack and one defense, but it is enough to make people feel powerless in their hearts, and they cut two people in a row, where the long knife goes, whether it is a ranger of the eighth grade or a deacon of the sect of the seventh grade, the only way to die is to die.

Only at this moment, it seemed that even the blade in his hand had become extremely heavy, and it was difficult to swing it as usual.

Within a radius of ten zhang, the atmosphere was depressing for a while, and everyone's qi, invisibly, all moved with the young man.

Wang Anfeng stopped, narrowed his eyes, and a familiar voice shouted in his ears:

"That's right! That's it! ”

"Hahaha, pai noodles! Row noodles! ”

"And then take advantage of this deterrent opportunity, look at them, and say, well, just say, 'I have never killed Xiaoxiao under the knife, and I have made an exception today, get out.'" ”

"Take the opportunity to plant fear in the hearts of these people, and when they face you in the future, it will be difficult to go all out......"

The corners of Wang Anfeng's mouth twitched slightly.

From this voice alone, he could guess the cheerful appearance of the third master in the Shaolin Temple.

Indifferently raised his eyes, but after all, it was difficult to speak, silent, just silent, but within a radius of ten zhang, the atmosphere became more and more depressing and deadly silent, everyone was terrified in their hearts, and even the last courage had been lost, like a puppet, standing in place, not daring to move.

The low, solemn sound of the sword roared slowly.

Wang Anfeng's left wrist shook slightly, and the ink-colored heavy knife was raised inch by inch, bearing it behind his back, the blood was red, sliding down the Senbai blade, dripping on the ground, and there was no half point left on the blade.

The gas machine here is becoming more and more depressing.

The blood dripped down the blade, fell on the dirty white snow on the trampled ground, penetrated into it, and the human blood warmed, melting the dirty snow, making a small and quiet sound, and also attracting the qi of the place, which continued to sink.

The sound of breathing, rapid and faint.

It was as if someone was holding a long sword and piercing the eyes, slowly approaching, and an extremely depressed feeling appeared at the center of his eyebrows.

In the ears of the Immortal Pavilion woman, the sound of her heart beating actually suppressed all the other noises, and in the field of vision of her eyes, from the extreme distance, where it seemed that heaven and earth met, turned pale, and gradually faded its original color, as if everything in the whole world converged on the black-clothed youth.

The blacker the ink, the more dazzling the blood became.

Suddenly, there was a loud roar, and all the warriors' bodies were shocked, and their faces turned pale in an instant.

Wang Anfeng put the ink knife in his hand back on his back, raised his eyes and swept it, and an indescribable confidence naturally appeared in his heart, as if where the blade was going, all lives, let it be taken, at ease, his palms trembled slightly, and the urge to shoot at will arose, but after all, he only pursed his lips, suppressed his own killing intention, and said indifferently:

"."

There seemed to be a loud and silent noise, and the qi that had been stretched to the limit instantly collapsed.

"Hoo ......"

The sound of wheezing gathered like a wave, one by one the warriors turned around and fled in embarrassment, and in the blink of an eye, there were no other people in front of Wang Anfeng, only the dead leaves were circling, leaving the blades behind, and they roared in a low voice, and there was a feeling of emptiness and gloom for a while.

Exhaling, the boy turned and walked across the street, stepping into the quiet courtyard.

Mengyue Snow is still there.

The long sword in his hand was not unsheathed, and he looked at Wang Anfeng with a little vigilance.

Just because the poison on her body has been exhausted at this time, and the wolves are waiting outside, it is obvious that she has been detected by the Immortal Pavilion, even if she leaves secretly, it is difficult to escape, if you look at the identity of the warrior who suddenly appeared and relieved herself, if you are lucky, there may be a glimmer of life.

Wang Anfeng pursed his lips, looked at the familiar girl in front of him, looked at the latter holding a long sword, looked at himself with a wary face, and looked at the beautiful eyebrows in the past were as sharp as a sword at this time.

Looking at the murderous aura entangled in the long sword in her hand.

This is already an extremely mature and qualified charlatan.

I've seen blood, I've killed people.

Be careful and vigilant.

But he still misses a little more than two years ago, the reckless, very poor drinking, like to watch the handsome young man become a nymphomaniac, and there is no proper girl.

Meng Yuexue raised the long sword in her hand slightly, and the gaze of the young man in front of her made her feel a little uncomfortable for some reason, she frowned, and said in a deep voice:

"Thank you, Your Excellency, for your help, I don't know your name?"

"Thank you Wu here."

Wu?

Wang Anfeng laughed out loud in his heart, but this smile made his heart blocked, looked at the girl in front of him, pursed his lips, no longer spoke in a false voice, only opened his mouth with his original youthful voice, and said softly:

"Dream girl."

"Long time no see...... I don't know, how are you doing lately? ”

Meng Yuexue's body trembled slightly.

Slowly raised his head, looking at the domineering and sharp young warrior in front of him, he subconsciously took a step back, with a dazed, helpless, incredulous, lingering complex hatred, all kinds of emotions, and uncertain.

This greeting.

It took two years and three months.

Since the late autumn has turned into the middle of winter, there are many sword lights and sword shadows, brilliant or mild sunshine, and the palms of the hands that were originally just touching the medicinal herbs and medical books have been stained with blood, and the prestige of the Medicine Master Valley has become shouted and beaten by everyone.

The man reappeared in front of his eyes.

Meng Yuexue pursed her lips and raised her eyes to look at him.

There was silence for a long time, but when she answered, her voice was extremely calm, as if she had already expected today's meeting, as if the young man in front of her had just returned from the Medicine Valley, just as she had imagined back then.

But after all, it took two long years to answer.

It is also separated by a whole river and lake.

"Long time no see......"

"Brother Wang."

PS: I'm really handicapped.

Frankly speaking, the mood has only calmed down until now, and there should be one shift today, and it should be maintained three shifts in the past few days...... above

Thank you for the long wind and thousands of miles away, thank you very much