I have seen the lord of the mansion one after another, and his voice is like thunder.

The sound of knives is incessant.

Gongliang Zimo seemed to have received a heavy blow to his head, and at this time, he and the black-armored military general in charge of the Flying Dragon Giant Ship both thought of the words before the previous battle, and their expressions changed several times, and they were remorseful, and finally couldn't help but show a bitter color.

The previous high-spirited Taoist said with a depressed face:

"Everyone in the world knows that the Lord of the Shenwu Mansion is rampant with his strength, ranking peerless, and the Northern Xinjiang has cut out the turmoil in the frontier that has not been seen for ten years with a sword, but I can't remember it, the four words of the Lord of the Shenwu Mansion, it is naturally not just one person."

"Heh, Shenwu Mansion ......"

Wang Anfeng no longer interfaced, but said:

"I gave you a chance."

He raised his right arm.

"Shenwu Mansion belongs."

"Take it."

"No!"

Hundreds of people drank violently and suddenly stood up with knives.

Syllable.

They stepped forward in unison, their long knives held diagonally in their hands, their blades pointed at the ground.

On the long knife of the Shenwu Mansion system, a ball of cyan energy rose up.

The breath of hundreds of people united in just two breaths, as if a giant beast was entrenched on Penglai Island in the East China Sea, and the atmosphere that had been dead and silent became fierce again, and the warriors of the Feiling Sect and the East Sea Guard were obviously unwilling to sit still, and each held their weapons tightly.

But the warriors who entered the middle three grades did not make a rash move, and the middle three grades were entangled with each other's qi engines, for fear that a move would attract a thunderous blow.

Only the lower third-grade martial artists draw their swords to fight.

The military formation of the Shenwu Mansion unfolded, the waist knife in his hand was cold and cold, continuous, like waves, these people only used a short time to suppress all the remaining martial artists of the Feiling Sect and Donghaiwei, and every martial artist of the Feiling Sect almost had to deal with at least three Shenwu blades among their colleagues.

During this time, Wei Chijie discussed the battle situation with those veterans who had experienced the Great War of the Seven Kingdoms every day in Shenwu Mansion, and in his spare time, he turned those military formations over and tossed them upside down, sometimes for an hour or two, as if he wanted to see a flower.

Li Laosan, these old pawns often have the feeling that the things in their brains have been hollowed out, and more than once they can't answer questions to excuse themselves from urine and drink, and they get together and sigh that they are young people after all, and their brains are active.

originally thought that it was enough to use the military formation, but during this time, it was a trick to play.

This is the first time that the new tactics of Shenwu Mansion have appeared on the rivers and lakes since they came out.

Qiu Feiyi coughed up blood and fell to the ground, standing side by side with Ji Jiaxun, a wisp of sword qi between his chest and abdomen was inextinguishable, stirring in his five internal organs and eight veins, and every time the qi machine operated, it brought a sharp pain like a knife cut, endlessly.

At this moment, he no longer had the calm feeling he had just now.

His right hand was still holding the thunder spear, and he was anxious as he watched his disciples being injured and restrained.

With a shock to his wrist, he wanted to make a move, but before he could trigger the thunder, the center of his eyebrows, his heart, his dantian, and the three wisps of Sensen's chill were endless, which meant that at least three warriors in this place could kill him in an instant. At that moment, I couldn't help but blow up the hairs on my back, stopped the movements in my hands, and turned to defense.

Cold sweat flowed from his sideburns, and his eyes swept around.

Except for the unpredictable assassin who still couldn't be seen, there was also the woman with a cold expression who called herself Lu Yingbo.

The woman seemed to be in a trance, and the poisonous gas under her feet turned into a long dragon, and a pair of dragons looked at him.

On the right, an elderly man with a gun touched the spear in his hand, and a pair of eyes searched for him.

The qi that came from the old man's body was only at the level of a sixth-grade one.

But the kind of threat that seemed to be on the verge of death was no less than that of the other two people in the Fourth Rank Realm. It seems that if that shot is stabbed, his heart will definitely be pierced.

Qiu Feiyi is no stranger to this feeling, he will have this feeling when he has seen the grandmaster make a move in the sect, no matter how strong the move is, it will not make any sense if he can't hit the opponent's vital point, this is the feeling that will only be felt when the gap in pure martial arts reaches crushing.

Where did this old monster come from?!

He couldn't help but curse angrily in his heart, and clenched the Thunder Spear in his hand. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Ji Jiaxun next to him, and found that this arrogant old man from Jiangmen seemed to be more nervous than himself, and he held a horizontal knife in his hand.

I understand in my heart that this general who has been found in the East China Sea several times is afraid that he has been in pain to the point of vomiting blood, the East China Sea is different from the Central Plains, and it is not easy to train troops, let alone the elite? That is really more noble and distressing than the Oiran in the painting boat, and Ji Jiaxun is not from a family in the East China Sea.

Although he won the favor of the East China Sea, he was still an outsider after all, and he needed to make a lot of contributions in order to maintain the appreciation of the princes.

The people of the emperor's family have always been impermanent, and after this time, I am afraid that it will be even more difficult to stay in Donghaiwei.

The hundreds of elite archers brought down from the Wyvern have all died.

The archers who can be brought down and brought to Penglai Island are all good hands in the army, and there is no false hair, and it is just a common thing to wear Yang in a hundred steps, and among the entire East China Sea Wei Ten Thousand Army, this kind of archer is only three or five hundred people, and this time more than 100 people were killed in one go.

For Ji Jiaxun, it was simply a knife to cut off a large piece of flesh on his thigh, which was dripping with blood, and he almost fainted in heart.

In just a short period of time, the last disciple of the Feiling Sect was knocked away with a short spear in his hand, and a martial artist of the Shenwu Mansion raised his hand and put the knife in his hand on the disciple's neck, and the other two shot at the same time, one left and one right, kicked on the disciple's waist and legs, and were knocked to the ground in an instant.

Ji Jiaxun and Qiu Feiyi already had the intention of retreating in their hearts.

But the former saw the woman named Lu Yingbo appear on his left side, casually watching the waves crashing against the boulder under the rocks of Penglai Island, and the scenery of a thousand heavy snow, the poisonous dragon condensed by the heavenly wit and spirit was hovering on one side.

The latter found that the six-rank old man with the gun had taken a piece of cloth out of nowhere, and slowly wiped the wide blade that was the same as the dragon's teeth, with six blood grooves, and wiped away the blood on it little by little, and a pair of light gray eyes fell on Qiu Feiyi's body.

The chill that could penetrate into the cracks of human bones swelled little by little.

Just after a brief fight, the spear in the hands of this white-haired old man trapped in the six-rank pierced the hearts of the two six-rank martial artists.

Qiu Feiyi's heart was full of coldness, and he retracted his gaze to see his right side, the young man with a wooden face was still peddling his medicine, and as soon as he put it down, sure enough, a warrior's wound stopped bleeding for a while, and when he laughed, he had the temperament of a healer, but there was a terrifying dead air entangled.

Qiu Feiyi shook the weapon in his hand, his heart was full of coldness, and he couldn't move a step.

The situation changed so quickly that almost none of the people who entered the game could react.

In the purple bamboo forest, at the moment when Wang Anfeng appeared, Dongfang Hexuan felt the familiar qi, and he was still a little incredulous, in his calculations, he would not have been involved in Wang Anfeng, let alone the current situation, the current mood was ups and downs, as in a dream, and said in a low voice:

"Really...... Anfeng? ”

He already had the heart of a desperate sword, but at this moment, the peak was turning, his spirit and spirit were declining from the peak, the tips of his white hair were a little messy, but he was more like a dying old man, and Dongfang Tiankui next to him was also shocked to the point of being indescribable.

Many martial artists in the Shenwu Mansion are separated from the left and right.

Wang Anfeng walked quickly to the old man's side, stretched out his hand to hold the old man's right arm, his own mellow internal strength qi machine mixed with the heavenly machine technique taught to him by Dongfang Hexuan before, flicked his fingers, the old man held it in his hand, and once it fell, he was about to shatter the invisible long sword that was cut off by Li Yuankai's blue and purple qi in the East China Sea.

Dongfang Hexuan felt that Wang Anfeng had used the thaumaturgy created by the previous few times, and finally confirmed the identity of the person who came, and his heart was complicated for a while.

I heard that Wang Anfeng didn't leave, but was restless when he went straight to the front to intercept, mixed with the joy at the moment, it was difficult to tell the difference, but he just held Wang Anfeng's arm tightly, and he couldn't speak for a while.

After a long time, he exhaled and muttered:

"Okay, okay......"

In the dead silence and oppressive atmosphere, the confrontation between the middle and third grades finally could not continue, Qiu Feiyi gritted his teeth, stepped back, pulled out the remaining several thunder spears behind his back, and ignored the pressure of his injuries for the time being, burst out of the qi machine, and shot out again and again.

But it was eaten by that poisonous dragon.

The thunder itself was just solemn, restraining all evil qi, and the jasper poison dragon swallowed seven thunderbolts in a row, and only had time to raise its head and roar, and then it disappeared.

Qiu Feiyi took this opportunity to roll up his body upside down, intending to break out from one side, but was stopped by the white-haired Fei Poyue, and the old man who had taught Gongsun Jing marksmanship was like a dragon with a spear in his hand, and with a six-rank body, he forcibly stopped the injured four-rank martial artist.

Qiu Feiyi fought to get close to the risk of being shot, intending to knock the old man away with thunder, but he was smashed on the dantian with a punch, and several consecutive bursts of strength erupted, but they were all fierce styles, and they were old and spicy, focusing on the position where he was injured by the assassin before.

At that moment, he only felt unbearable stinging, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he was directly knocked down and smashed on the island.

The ground sank into a deep pit, Qiu Feiyi was directly driven into a few meters below, even though he was stabbed by several silver needles in several acupoints on his body, he couldn't move a step, and felt dizzy, but he didn't know when he had inhaled the poisonous gas and didn't know it, and at this moment he was scattered before the gas machine burst out, and there was no way to move a step, let alone gather qi, and he couldn't help despairing.

Ji Jiaxun held the long knife and slowly retreated to the back, in a short time, everyone was in trouble, and at this time he realized that all the people he was facing seemed to be not the ordinary third-grade martial artists on the rivers and lakes, the famous sword master, the marksmanship master who had reached a higher level purely by honing his martial arts, and the woman who practiced weird and poisonous skills.

The masters of the Feiling Sect were not easily defeated.

It's just because of the life-saving kung fu he won on the battlefield of the Seven Kingdoms that he can barely support until now, even so, he has already won many tricks on his body, drenched in blood, looking around left and right, and seeing that almost all of what he sees are enemies, and none of his subordinates can stand up.

He stumbled back two steps at the moment, raised the knife in his hand and pointed at the opponent in front of him who was not in a hurry to approach.

Suddenly laughed twice, threw the knife in his hand on the ground, as if it didn't matter, and shouted loudly at a few people in the purple bamboo forest: "Defeated, defeated, Shenwu Mansion Master, worthy of being the Shenwu Mansion Master, is very courageous!" ”

"We people are planted in your hands, serve!"

"But you can't save the Dongfang family, not only the Dongfang family, Penglai Island, but also the fishermen in the East China Sea who dare to lend you boats, your Shenwu Mansion is not saved, hahaha, with the means of the Lord of the Shenwu Mansion, I'm afraid that the flying dragon ship has been dismantled for you?"

"That's the means that the Mo family giants of the Ministry of Heavenly Works have worked hard towards, and it is the important weapon of the Warring States of the Sea."

"Every ship has been reported in the Ministry of Industry, what you did today is to collide with the national prestige of my Great Qin army, and I will die today, but then report to the court, the Shenwu Fu and the Oriental Penglai Island, can you stop the encirclement and suppression of the army?"

"Or is it that the Lord of the Shenwu Mansion plans to kill the king again, and even the princes of my Great Qin dare to move!"

Ji Jiaxun knew that he was almost going to die this time, so he simply broke the jar and broke it, laughing and scolding without any scruples, but what he said made the expressions of many masters present slightly gloomy.

Fei Poyue's right hand moved, and the spear that he had just picked up stabbed out directly and stabbed into Ji Jiaxun's mouth, and the spear pressed the latter's tongue and said coldly:

"Try it again?"

Ji Jiaxun really didn't speak anymore, but the mockery in his eyes never went away.

Chuan Lian looked at Wang Anfeng and said, "Brother Wang, you just stopped in front and really ...... that flying dragon ship."

Wang Anfeng glanced at him and said:

"Not really."

Chuan Lian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard this, and his palm was touched in his heart again and again.

Ji Jiaxun's expression changed slightly, Wang Anfeng turned his head and whispered a few words to Dongfang Hexuan, stepped forward, raised his hand and grabbed Ji Jiaxun's neckline, lifted it up, and said calmly:

"You don't seem to believe it with such an expression, so let me take a look."

Immediately stepped, the figure floated forward, all the way to the sea.

The ironclad giant ship was still on the coast, but there were no people on it, and many of the soldiers had fallen into the sea, and these soldiers had grown up on the shore of the East China Sea, and they were good in the water, and they fled for their lives, and now there were only a few ironclad ships left, alone on the water.

Wang Anfeng lowered his head and looked at Ji Jiaxun, smiled lightly, and said:

"Let me ask in advance, the Ministry of Industry has records, only this one?"

Ji Jiaxun didn't know why, a chill arose in his heart, and said:

"You, what are you going to do?"

Wang Anfeng smiled restrictively, turned his head, looked at the ironclad ship, and said calmly:

"Didn't you say that the ship had a record in the Ministry of Works?"

"How could Donghaiwei's ship be forgotten in my Penglai, such a precious thing, I naturally have to return it to that Hou Ye, don't worry, I just plan to give gifts today, I don't plan to do it."

Ji Jiaxun was stunned.

Wang Anfeng didn't wait for Ji Jiaxun to speak, threw his right hand casually, and threw the white-haired military general directly onto the Flying Dragon Giant Ship, and smashed it heavily on the ship, Ji Jiaxun was already injured, and after this shock, he couldn't help but open his mouth and cough up blood, but because of the intense uneasiness in his heart, he still got up in embarrassment, staggered to the front and looked down.

Wang Anfeng stepped out and landed on the sea, beside the ironclad ship.

The ironclad ship is more than forty zhang long, in fact, there are nearly 160 meters, thirteen sails, it is a well-deserved monster on the sea, and the interior is a Mojia organ, and the whole body is heavy with iron and brass, I don't know how heavy.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand and pressed it on the hull of the boat.

On the wrists of both hands, little by little, the flow of fire exploded.

Immediately, in Ji Jiaxun's frightened roar, the ship was lifted alive with one hand.

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, stepped forward with his right foot, as if a wrestler threw a spear with his strength, stepped on the sea, and the sea under his feet sank heavily, and at the same time, his eyes were gilded, and the words of the Buddhist classics in his heart flowed through his heart like flowing water.

Such as the ten forces.

This is a wrestler moving mountains.

There was a loud cry in his mouth, and his arm suddenly strained.

Divine Soldier Infusion, the Grandmaster-level Qi reached its peak in an instant, and even exceeded the peak level of the explosion, all the Qi Engines supported the Ten Forces, and instantly pushed to an extremely high level.

The mountain that the master carried back back now can now hold up ten miles.

It's almost instantaneous.

The Flying Dragon ironclad ship, which was more than 40 zhang long, suddenly broke through the air, smashed through the air current, and formed waves.

Wang Anfeng breathed back, his expression remained unchanged, his body was wrapped in thunder, and he came first, stepping on the dragon head of the Flying Dragon Ironclad Ship, carrying his hands behind his back, and dancing violently with the hem of his clothes, the Thief Sect Technique was good at controlling the airflow, and instantly wrapped himself in this giant ironclad ship that was smashed out by the huge force of moving mountains, and its weight was flattened.

Ji Jiaxun's face was colorless.

Everyone on Penglai Island lost their voices.

A Wyvern ironclad ship took off directly into the air and shot out towards the coast of the East China Sea, the residence of the East China Sea Hou.

Come and don't be rude.

Today, I will send you back.

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