Wang Anfeng's eyes turned slightly sideways, and he saw that another sword was blocking his attack.

When Fang Cai was at the last moment, he blocked his elbow with the long sword in his hand, and reluctantly saved this person, without letting Wang Anfeng abolish it within a hundred moves.

Wang Anfeng's figure retreated, and he saw that the person holding the sword was a young man in his twenties, with a resolute face, and his long hair seemed to have been soaked in a potion, revealing a faint cyan.

The aura on his body is fierce, and it is still above the Yan Zhi Sword Master.

Wang Anfeng reined in the ten forces of Rulai, and saw the young man stand up and salute himself with a fist, although it was a salute, he was full of fierce anger, and said slowly:

"Please advise."

The Yan Zhi Sword Master staggered two steps, his blood was churning, and there were still many fears in his heart, so he restrained his original contempt, gritted his teeth and said:

"Be careful."

"This guy, it's too dangerous to deal with him alone......"

The blue-haired man bowed slightly.

He had already seen it when he was hiding on one side, and the target was not only good at swordsmanship, fists and swords, excellent light skills, and even more vicious eyesight, and he was able to see through the swordsmanship style of his companions and take advantage of the situation to fight back.

If he hadn't made his own move just now, I am afraid that the Yan Zhi Sword Master behind him would have been seriously injured on the spot. For someone who can't crush him in one aspect, this person is almost the most difficult opponent to deal with.

The figure was slightly prostrate, and the blade of the sword in his hand was almost on the ground.

Exhale deeply.

The next moment, his figure instantly appeared in front of Wang Anfeng's body, almost forming an afterimage, turning around and slashing, the famous sword in his hand brought up a sharp sword light, and slashed down, Wang Anfeng only had time to take half a step back, and the broad sword in his hand instinctively had to be raised, trying to unload the force.

The sound of swords erupted, like two beasts fighting.

The thick and heavy internal force was like a boulder, pressing Wang Anfeng's whole person almost down by half a point.

The powerful impact force formed ripples visible to the naked eye, instantly flattening the ground within a radius of one zhang, and then agitated, forming a wave of qi, and the young man with long hair and pale cyan looked light, but his body was only under the grandmaster's qi on the rivers and lakes.

Four products.

The sword in the young man's hand was like a huge mountain, and it was pressed down steadily and heavily.

Behind Wang Anfeng, the Yanzhi Sword Master, who had just been suppressed by him, flashed out, hooked the heavens and the earth between his breaths, and a sword was like a streamer, stabbing towards Wang Anfeng's back death hole.

There was the sound of swallows chirping briskly in the air.

Wang Anfeng's pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly retreated from the side, avoiding the death hole, Yan Zhijian only pulled out a blood mark on his shoulder, and his whole person had rolled to avoid it, and then retreated several feet.

The wrist of the Yan Zhi Sword Master shook slightly, and the blood on the blade of the sword fell on the grass.

Wang Anfeng's breathing began to be a little short, the sword wound was tensed by the muscles, and there was no loss of a large amount of blood, and there was no panicked look on his face, he raised his hand to hold down the acupuncture point to stop the bleeding, and the sword in his hand was raised.

The young man bowed his head slightly, and rushed forward quickly.

The master of the Yanzhi sword swept the formation in the square circle of three zhang.

In the blink of an eye, there were dozens of hands, and the original beautiful landscape of Yufu Mountain was almost fragmented by criss-crossing sword qi.

The swordsmanship in Wang Anfeng's hand was almost explained to the limit, but the opponent would never let him get close, and the young man's internal force was far above Wang Anfeng, and the strength and speed brought by him steadily overwhelmed him.

There was also a Yan Zhi Sword Master Sweeping Formation next to him who was only a step weaker than him.

They seem to be extremely familiar with this kind of joint confrontation

If it weren't for Mr. Win, who had honed Wang Anfeng's intuition since he was a child, he would have been nailed to the ground by a sword at this time, and he could only sit and support him at this time, but in this case, it was only a matter of time before he was defeated.

Lin Qiaofu almost held her breath, and her face turned slightly pale.

Yu Chijie secretly gritted his teeth.

Neither of them is stupid, they can guess at this time, the real purpose of the other party is probably not them, only on Wang Anfeng, the two martial artists who shot are not only above him in martial arts, but also good at sharp sword moves.

With the martial arts of the sixth grade, deal with the combination of the fourth and fifth grades, and not die with minor injuries.

This is almost the limit of performance.

Yu Chijie's face was a little pale, but he still pretended to be casual, comforted Lin Qiaofu and Lu Baiping, and said:

"Don't worry, Senior Hongluoyu must still be here, these two guys are crooked melons and cracked dates to Senior Hong, and they can get rid of the garbage with a casual shot."

Lin Qiaofu nodded, but there was still a shadow in her heart, Hongluoyu was naturally so strong, but he had already made a move last time, how could the other side be unprepared this time?

A sword stabbed straight through.

Gong Yu and Qianshan Si fought several tricks again, paying attention to the fight below, and said:

"That's it for today."

However, Qianshan Si, who was gentle and elegant before, did not give her a chance to leave, and the long sword in her hand slashed horizontally, pressing heavily on the palace jade sword, and the sword qi spread in all directions, keeping her, and said, "Stop? ”

"Miss Gongyu, since she is a swordsman, she should give up everything outside her body, the heart of life and death, and fight each other purely with a sword, how can she give up?"

Raise your hand, and another sword swings the cold autumn.

The long sword in Gong Yu's hand, which was more slender than ordinary weapons, slashed obliquely, with a sword light like snow, far more powerful than Fang Cai, and slashed away from the sword in the cold autumn, and even slashed obliquely with the sword light, messing up Qianshan Si's hair bun, and a sword mark was wiped on his face, leaving blood, and his voice was even more cold, and said:

"Get out of the way."

Qianshan Si's black hair was scattered, and he looked a lot embarrassed, but he just laughed, laughed heartily, and said:

"Good, good!"

"Such a sword, such a sword! It's not in vain that I've been practicing hard work for thirteen years, if not, how can you have the real ability to fight me? ”

Gong Yu said coldly:

"Get out of the way."

The sword in his hand roared.

A sword can have eternal cold, and a sword can have a thousand autumns of snow.

A sword.

When there are immortals, there is a jade void.

The old man next to Xie Shan who had broken off an arm and a leg looked up at the sky from a fight that almost blinked an eye to a life-and-death battle, and Xuan He's sword light reflected a chill in people's eyes and hearts.

As if his neck was a little sour when he looked up, he twisted his neck, lowered his head, and muttered:

"Maniac."

After a moment of silence, he spat heavily and scolded.

"Stinky maniac! Dead madman! Sword Maniac!! ”

"Maniac!"

"Fuck you fucking maniac!"

The voice was excited, almost scared Xie Shan next to him to fall off the pine tree, and his eyes widened as he looked at the raunchy old man over there, I don't know why he suddenly became so excited.

It's like being a madman.

The old man in black sat cross-legged on the mat, listening to the sound of the piano in his ears, pondering, thinking about today's arrangements and arrangements, and next to him was another middle-aged scribe, who looked handsome, and was playing chess with the old man.

He is a first-class chess master in Danyang County, but he is not the opponent of the old man in front of him, even if he occupies a very domineering first move, he is also not his opponent, but he was killed by this old man several dragons, smiled bitterly at the moment, put down the chess pieces and bowed, and said:

"Sir, chess is skillful, I'm not an opponent."

The old man's expression was not gentle, and he didn't have much ridicule, but said flatly: "It's not bad." ”

The middle-aged scribe sighed and said, "I'm ashamed ......"

"Pack up the board and have another game."

"Yes."

The middle-aged scribe nodded and agreed, and took the initiative to clean up the chess pieces, the old man raised his eyes and looked out of the window, his ears were the first-class piano sound of Jiangnan Province, his hands were on the soles of his feet, and he whispered:

"The sun and the moon in the cave are the sky."

"Eight thousand people have to go back and forth for half a day, and there is a dragon to kill the dragon."

Wang Anfeng, who was fighting with the two famous sword masters, exhaled a long breath, avoided the sword that was about to pierce his heart, and raised his foot to kick the Yanzhi sword master who rushed over.

Behind him was the young man with blue hair, who came with a sword.

Wang Anfeng's eyes had a dark golden streamer appearing, and he let out a low shout, and the sword in his hand seemed to be a tiger that had been waiting for a long time, showing its fangs, and headed towards the Yan Zhi Sword Master, so fast that he left the fourth-rank martial artist behind him in a short time.

The internal force of this trick Golden Bell Jar, such as the ten forces, and even the thunder exercises, are all transported. Just to catch the opponent off guard.

The expression of the Yan Zhi Sword Master changed greatly, and the fourth-grade martial artist's expression also changed slightly, it should have used a certain light skill secret technique, and the whole person seemed to be out of the sheath of the sword, rushing straight towards Wang Anfeng.

Between breaths, there is only half a step away.

Wang Anfeng stepped forward with his right foot, suddenly condensed and turned, and above his body, a pale golden Buddha bell appeared, on which thousands of red gold Buddhist texts flowed uncertainly, and the long sword in his hand was like a dagger upside down, cutting at the young man's neck.

The golden bell jar was beaten to a faint moment.

The sword in Wang Anfeng's hand had also been torn on the young man's neck, and the sword qi escaped, and with some thunder and pure brute force, the thick internal force on the young man's body was torn apart, and the blood marks were torn out on his body, but he was unable to cut his throat.

With a soft sound, a silver chain was directly wrapped around Wang Anfeng's right wrist, and in the angry shouts of the Yan Sword Master, he used the internal force of his body, and pulled Wang Anfeng's right hand outward.

The blue-haired man held back the stinging pain on his body, and stabbed Wang Anfeng in the heart with the sword in his hand.

Wang Anfeng's eyes widened slightly, his left hand was stained with pale golden streamers, and he smashed on the sword in an instant, his body was barely deflected, avoiding the vital point, the sword only cut through his ribs, and the blood dyed the original dark blue power suit red, and his breathing began to be short.

At this time, his old strength has been exhausted, and his new strength has not yet been born, and he was able to be caught off guard and almost almost seriously injured a fourth-grade martial artist at the peak of the sixth grade, which can be regarded as sitting at the limit of the current level.

Correspondingly, he himself has reached the level of running out of oil and drying up.

The four-rank young man raised his hand and clasped his left arm, and was about to use the long sword in his hand to cut Wang Anfeng's throat backwards, but Wang Anfeng used his left hand to use his fist, repelled again and again, and finally directly buckled his wrist with his backhand.

At the moment of life and death, regardless of the consequences, Wang Anfeng stimulated the acupuncture points with thunder internal force, and his strength skyrocketed for a while, Shengsheng and the four-rank martial artist were deadlocked, his right hand was pulled by chains, and his left arm was about to fight the enemy.

Yu Chijie's expression changed greatly.

A third sword appears.

In the forest in front of Wang Anfeng, another person walked out with a soft cough, it was a white-haired old woman with a short stature, but her figure was ethereal like a ghost, and she held a sword in her hand.

The sword is long and unsheathed, with a dragon on it, and the dragon's head is broken three inches from the blade.

The top ten famous swords of the previous generation, cut Jiao.

There is a dragon to kill the dragon.

The sword stabbed forward instantly.

PS: Today's first update is presented...... Three thousand two hundred words.