Since he agreed to Honghui's request, although he was disdainful, Wang Anfeng still left the inn with his sword.

He looked at the courtyard from above, and came again for seven days.

Raised his hand and knocked on the door.

A disciple in a blue and white sword robe came out and was almost taken aback, but he still remembered that the person in front of him had come with the senior brother, so he barely settled down, gave up a vacant seat, and said:

"Did the seniors come to find the senior brother?"

"Please come in."

Wang Anfeng nodded, did not refute, and stepped into the courtyard.

Hongfeibai was standing in a corner of the courtyard practicing his sword, the sword light was cold, a broken sword, when he swayed, it was already weatherful, and when he saw Wang Anfeng, his movements stopped slightly.

There are already disciples who have entered the house to report to their masters.

At this moment, Wang Anfeng, who had not been in the courtyard of the Heavenly Sword Gate for a long time, suddenly felt a slight chill in his heart and raised his head suddenly.

The sky is the same, but it is also a mighty sword intent, soaring into the sky, even after many distances, but can still feel the feeling of sword cutting, and his expression has changed abruptly.

In the courtyard, the long sword roared mournfully.

"It's ......"

"Not good!"

Glancing at each other, Wang Anfeng and Hong Feibai rushed out of the courtyard, and the two of them ran in the direction of the fierce breath rising, with the light skills of the two of them, but they had already arrived at the place where the restaurant in the city was located in dozens of breaths.

The corpses all over the ground, which was originally the most luxurious and prosperous place, have almost turned into a sea of blood.

The sword intent remained, and Wu Zi refused to disperse.

The old man at the tea stall opposite the restaurant was a little pale, and his legs and stomach were a little weak.

Hong Feibai recognized the sword intent that was permeating the surroundings, and when he saw the fallen warriors in the building, he felt that this incredibly strong aura remained, his complexion changed greatly, his eyes were almost a little red, and he was about to rush forward with the broken sword.

Gong Rui was frightened by the middle-aged swordsman with a cold face, and lost face in front of his subordinates.

The leader did not stand without majesty, and when he saw Hongfei's white, blue and white sword robe, anger grew in his heart, and he suddenly waved his palm, and the elite of the hundred refining almost instinctively deducted the crossbow arrow in his hand.

The so-called locust landscape unfolds here.

The crossbow bolts broke through the air, but they only shrouded the two people on the street, Wang Anfeng smelled the bloody smell in his nose, his heart beat faster and faster, and the thoughts in his mind swarmed with him, and what he saw before, Honghui's appearance resurfaced.

"I know of another path, but it's not a long time since anyone walked it."

"I've got to clean up first......"

What is the path of the swordsman?

What is the path of the swordsman?!

Not a word.

Deafening!

Someone next to him couldn't help but exclaim, and the old man in the tea stall almost covered his eyes, unwilling to see the young man in green shirts who came here to drink tea every day a few days ago, and sighed in his heart.

Sword intent surged around.

Wang Anfeng's eyes widened, and his right hand was almost instinctively held on the hilt of the iron sword.

The sword roared.

Depressed for a moment, he suddenly pulled out of the sheath, the long sword outlined the sword intent that attracted the long-term reluctance between the heaven and the earth, the bright sword light lit up from the heaven and the earth, and the front was the elite of the soldiers, holding the soldiers in array, and in an instant, the arrows fell like rain, and the momentum was like flying locusts.

A young man in a green shirt stepped forward.

The iron sword roared, and the sound of the piano behind it rang out, like playing a sword and making a song.

With a long roar, the three-foot green front flowed.

And the locusts were scattered.

The old man, who had just smelled the pungent bloody smell and was still able to stand firmly, his eyes widened, his legs and feet weakened, and he sat down solidly.

Holding the iron box containing five copper plates in his arms, watching the green shirt rushing into battle, watching the long sword roaring, breaking through the flying locusts, the three-foot green blade swallowed the bright sword light, and hit hundreds of soldiers in the array, their lips trembled, and they held the iron box in their arms more and more hard, the copper plate trembled, and the tinkling was ding.

He thought of the young man's words yesterday, and it was blank, and there was only one last thought left in his heart.

"This sword is really worth 100,000 gold!"

In the yard under the third plane tree.

The beautiful woman dried her tears again, leaned back on the bed, stayed for a moment, thought about the gentle whisper of her husband when he left, thought about it, and took the bowl of porridge from the table.

It's still just the temperature of the entrance, not hot or cold, just like in the past.

Raised his hand and pinched the spoon and stirred, and found that the dried fruit that he had liked most since he was a child was hidden at the bottom, and the taste was soft at this time, which was his favorite appearance.

She held the bowl of porridge and was stunned.

He was always like this, and he didn't say anything......

Honghui walked on the road, the speed was already extremely fast, but his face was still cold and hard.

The scenery on both sides, sweeping towards the back, in a gazebo in front, sits a man with a calm expression, and a long red knife is stuck upside down in front of him, and there is a tiger on the handle.

On the left and right, there are two people standing, there are men with great courage holding heavy swords like awls, and there are old men with long knives on their backs, each of them is extraordinary, faintly outlining the world around him, giving birth to all kinds of visions.

Wan Longke raised his eyes and glanced at Honghui, who had stopped, and said:

"You know, it's not you who I'm waiting for."

Honghui's face was not afraid, even though this person had forced him into a desperate situation in the Taoist temple, it was still the case, he raised his eyes and looked at several masters in front of him, there were White Tiger Hall, there were Yuedaomen masters, Tiger Sword Kui, there were more than 500 miles in the vertical and horizontal circles, and many masters had already arrived.

Sure enough, I didn't wait for days in vain.

The middle-aged swordsman sighed slightly, and his hair was already forty percent gray at this time.

But his back was still straight, like a sword in his hand.

The face is cold and hard.

Without opening his mouth, he raised his hand to welcome the guests, and the most basic straight stab had been stabbed.

First it was ordinary, and then there were many kinds of changes, and the changes in this energy became more and more complicated, and finally converged, mighty, like a dragon, sweeping forward.

It can be seen here that all of them are top martial artists within a radius of more than 500 miles, seeing the sword intent of this move, the most important thing is that the sword move hidden in it is really ruthless, containing many changes.

The celestial phenomena in a radius of ten miles are surging and changing.

Sen Rui's sword intent almost soared into the sky.

The snow that had accumulated on the ground suddenly scattered, and then it was swept away by the sword wind, and the sound of blades clashing sounded endlessly.

One of them let out a muffled snort, it turned out that it was only one move and was already injured, the snow was gone, everyone's expressions changed almost suddenly, and a knife was inserted upside down on the ground, and the eyes of the owner of the knife widened, and a sword had been stabbed in the heart.

The swordsman's wrist, whose temples were already white, twitched slightly.

The knife-wielding man spurted blood, his heart shattered, and even the Grandmaster could not survive, and he was already exhausted.

Honghui drew his sword, staggered to the ground, raised his eyes to look at the frightened warriors around him, exhaled a long breath, his face was cold and hard, just like the stereotype of the head of these sects about him, holding the long sword in one hand, leaning over slightly, bowing, and said:

"The first one, it seems that the ability to kill people has not been forgotten."

"It's snowing here and it's time to sleep, so please stay here......"

The sword warrior was dumbfounded and shouted, and said:

"Honghui, you are bold!"

Honghui was slightly stunned, his face showed nostalgia, he suddenly shook his head and laughed, the louder the laughter, the more rampant it became, and suddenly paused, and said loudly:

"I've been timid for twenty-three years."

"It's time to be bold!"

The sword in his hand groaned lowly.

The swordsman was no longer the peak master, and his face gradually became calm, holding the sword in his right hand, and bluffing in his left hand, passing by the blade of the long sword.

Inheritance, inheritance.

In the hundreds of years since the Tianjian Gate, the five peaks are the inheritance.

More than 1,000 disciples are inherited, even their families, relatives, and tens of thousands of people, all of whom are closely related, one is prosperous, and one is lost, all of them are inheritance.

The Heavenly Sword Gate has been in decline for a long time, surrounded by wolves, and when the senior uncle goes, no one can pick up the beam, and what is waiting for is countless deaths and injuries, that is, the disciples are displaced, and it is the sea of corpses and blood.

Who in the world has no relatives?

The matter of abandoning the son was raised by the daughter of the sleepy woman herself.

The so-called no regrets, father and daughter are the same.

But they just have to blame me.

The swordsman's expression was cold and stiff, and he thought to himself, straightening his back.

He failed to achieve a higher and deeper realm as the master hoped, and he was not a good disciple, and the disciple turned against him, and his daughter died because of him, and his wife tearfully reprimanded him......

Looking back on half of his life, sixteen years of rampant, after being cautious, it has been a full twenty-three years, and he has spent thirty-nine years in the spring and autumn of the world, and everything is a mess.

The sound of the sword roaring became higher and higher.

Honghui's face was as cold and hard as before, and his black hair had turned completely white.

The last quiet smile on her daughter's face.

The face of the corpse when it dispersed with the wind, the rebuke of the wife, and the turn of the disciple.

One by one, they flashed in front of my eyes.

His heart throbbed slightly, but his face was extremely cold and hard.

No regrets.

How can you regret it?

It will be painful, it will mourn, it will be sad because of it, but it will not be able to regret it, if it is regretted, it is insulting the daughter who looks at herself and calmly says that no one in the world has no relatives, it is an insult to the disciple who has traveled more than 100 miles in the coffin, it is an insult to the self who has come to the present, and the same door who fell on the road.

Insulted the sword.

The green blade in his hand turned slightly, and the back that he was carrying was straighter.

At this time, the heart of the twenty-three years of caution was also born with the pride of the sky, as if the man standing here at this time was still the sword-wielding young man who did not know the height of the sky and dared to ask the Jade Emperor to get off the horse.

Kill all the enemies, slaughter all the enemies, change a heritage, change a sword heart.

Ten years later, a grand future.

Regret it?

No regrets, no regrets!

Isn't this the division commander? This is the division commander, right?

Carrying the burden of the attack, he took the floodgates of darkness on his shoulders and let them go to a wide and bright place.

Passing the torch from generation to generation.

The salary is exhausted, and the fire is spread.

The blade of the long sword was raised slightly, and the sword momentum rose from above its body, enveloping everyone in front of him under its attack, and everyone was terrified.

The blade in the palm of the White Tiger Hall Incense trembled and hummed, and the sea of clouds scattered above the sky, and the sword light was fierce and arrogant, as if it was about to express all the caution of the past twenty-three years.

There was a roaring sound, and the energy collapsed.

The eyes of the incense master of the White Tiger Hall opened slightly, and from the knife in his palm, there was an almost unbelievable suppressive force, and the energy burst out, cutting a bloody mark on his face, the sword qi and the internal qi collapsed and collided, and the sharp pain like a pinprick continued, making his body tremble slightly, and it was difficult to stabilize.

Honghui on the other side is even more so, his expression seems to be slightly in a trance, there are whispers in his ears, there are sneers, and there are mockery and provocation.

Heavenly Sword Gate, the number of qi has been exhausted.

If you don't shrink, be a sect with a shrunken head, let you beat and scold, or you can barely keep the inheritance of the sect.

Holed up? Scolding?

What a joke!

There are thousands of swordsmen playing on the rivers and lakes, which one is a bad seed?

The man who is not confused in the near future has a rebellious expression, as bright as a teenager.