On the grassland, the two confronted each other.

Wang Anfeng was about to turn around and leave the northern frontier, he didn't expect the other party to come so quickly, he looked at the man in cloth not far away, his body was subconsciously tense, and the qi in his body was like a swimming dragon, flowing in an instant, and he could faintly feel the existence of Tianmen.

As long as he wants, he can push the gate of heaven open with a raised hand.

The man had an aura that he was so familiar with lingering, and the air twisted slightly. It is a soldier's evil spirit, but he has only seen it in Libo's body to be able to be so strong that he has only seen it in Libo's body, and in addition, even if it is Fufeng County Pillar Guoyu Wenze, the breath is slightly inferior.

The wooden sword in his hand roared softly, and the red-gold flames on it boiled.

It looked like he was in the era of the Seven Kingdoms, and the middle-aged man with the temperament of a cloth-clothed ranger only took three steps forward, and he had already crossed a distance of several miles, appearing thirteen steps in front of Wang Anfeng.

His right hand was holding an extremely wide long sword, his eyebrows and eyes were rough, he looked at Wang Anfeng, and seemed to be looking at the farther place behind him, he was silent, and said:

"In her king's tent, there is your qi."

"You killed her?"

Wang Anfeng had already guessed his identity on the popular machine, and he didn't have any idea of hiding it, just shook his head and said, "She committed suicide." ”

The man in the cloth was not surprised, and said to himself:

"Suicide ......"

Wang Anfeng said:

"She said that he was able to take the key and find someone who had saved her life, but she didn't want that person to be injured by her, and that person was too tired to carry the war between the Central Plains and Northern Xinjiang on his shoulders."

The swordsman in the cloth cloak closed his eyes and muttered to himself:

"I see."

"After all, she chose her own end, as she said herself."

After a long time, he raised his head and looked at Wang Anfeng, his face softened slightly, and said:

"I know that, and that's enough, you give her the ability to make her own choices."

"That's all, I admit your affection."

"Thank you."

He took out a wine jug from his arms and shook it, this wine jug is about a favorite thing, hidden close to his body, it is a copper wine jug, the handle and the body of the wine jug have been rubbed extremely smooth, obviously used it for a long time, poured a large sip of wine on his neck, raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, and shook his hand to throw the wine jug in his hand towards Wang Anfeng.

The human nature on the grassland is heroic and rude, and the way to express gratitude is only to drink.

Verbal thanks are nothing, and thanks for gold and silver treasures cannot be said to be sincere.

But if you are willing to give you the wine you have brought with you, it is very grateful to you from the bottom of my heart

Wang Anfeng took it in his hand and shook it slightly, there was still a small half of the wine in the wine jug. Relying on the invulnerable body, he didn't care, tilted his neck and poured the remaining liquor into his throat, his mouth was extremely strong, he said good wine, wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, and threw the wine jug back in his hand with his hand.

General Zuo Wuwei, who was wearing a cloth robe, caught the wine, and noticed that the liquor that few people on the grassland could drink was actually drunk in one gulp, and a stingy smile appeared, and said:

"It's refreshing."

"It's been a long time since I've seen such a bold Central Plains person."

Wang Anfeng replied:

"There are many generous and tragic heroes in the Central Plains, but you haven't seen it."

The man in the cloth smiled slightly and did not answer.

The wide sword in his hand shook slightly, the soldier's evil spirit wrapped in the sword momentum pressed forward, and the horses and grass on the grass fell in the direction of Wang Anfeng, murderous, Wang Anfeng's black hair on the sideburns flicked backwards, and he held the Shenwu Sword in his right hand, and his five fingers moved in rhythm, and he immediately clenched it.

The gas turned into a flame and burned quietly.

The oppressed sword intent dissipated.

In front of him, General Zuo Wuwei, dressed in cloth, stood alone, standing between heaven and earth, a pair of thick palms on the hilt of the sword, the broad sword was inserted upside down on the ground, as thick as a mountain, and a pair of light gray eyes were calm and heavy.

Wang Anfeng looked at the broad sword in the other party's hand, and raised the Shenwu sword in his right hand.

A stirring blade of grass landed on the blade of the sword.

"You say you admit it, but you still have to make a move?"

General Zuo Wuwei said:

"I used to roam the rivers and lakes, you can call me Shan Xinglan."

"I confess your affection, I could have lived and died with you thirty years ago. But Shan Xinglan is no longer a ranger, you Central Plains people say that the family and country are all over the world, Shan Mou also has his own family and country to defend, and he also has his own world to protect, personal grievances and hatreds are not worth mentioning before the righteousness of the family and country. ”

"Since the Lord of the Shenwu Mansion has come to the Northern Frontier, why don't you stay in my Northern Territory for a longer time?"

"It's okay to let Shan do a little bit of the friendship of the landlord."

In the sound of words, the more vigorous the qi, the more he raised his hand, the blade in his palm was raised, heavy as a mountain, only a step, the sword appeared next to Wang Anfeng, the sword in his hand was slashed down with the momentum of Mount Tai, Wang Anfeng swirled, and the Shenwu sword roared, and hit it below.

The two swords collided, Wang Anfeng's expression was condensed, Shan Xinglan in front of him was already extremely talented, more than 20 years older than him, this sword came down, dignified, from the internal force, qi machine, and brawn strength in all directions above him, Wang Anfeng's internal force was reversed, and the pure yang qi machine turned to the yin and yang means.

The Divine Soldier Divine Martial Sword was directly glued to the opponent's blade.

With the texture of the Shenwu sword, the opponent's wide sword collided, and there was no crack at all.

Wang Anfeng's sword in his hand is sticky in the swordsmanship passed down by the ancient Taoists, pressing and dragging, suppressing the wide sword, slashing a circle diagonally in the air, hitting the side, the left hand from the waist flick, the dagger out of the sheath, horizontal pressure forward, cold light.

The sword in Shan Xinglan's hand shook, and the Shenwu sword was pressed down, and the hilt of the sword formed an angle, strangling the dagger to death, and the two were stalemate for a while.

The soft grassland, the ground instantly subsided, and a large crater was blown out.

The earth, the horses, and the stones were crushed into powder by the violently vibrating qi.

Even with the blessing of the Divine Martial Sword, Wang An's wind qi machine was still inferior to Shan Xinglan, and he fell into the disadvantage almost at the moment of contact, and he had already prepared in his heart, and instantly used the ten forces of Rulai to break free, and his body flickered, and three figures were differentiated, floating out towards the back.

Shan Xinglan's expression remained unchanged, and he took a step, and the thick long sword in his hand slashed horizontally.

The sound of swords skyrocketed.

The two of them dismantled dozens of moves, and the sword roared higher and higher.

There is a big gap between the two martial arts, the reason why Shan Xinglan was not able to take down Wang Anfeng immediately, first, he is the general who commands the ten thousand armies, and he has to have soldiers and horses in his heyday, and he came in a hurry after all and failed to command the troops.

Second, Wang Anfeng's foundation is flawless, and the Shenwu Sword is a divine weapon specially created for him.

At this moment, the latter is still only slightly inferior to the previous generation of military gods in Northern Xinjiang.

It is even more vicious and spicy, seeing the ordinary flaws in Shan Xinglan's body method, and does not force the move, he uses light skills, and runs to the east while fighting.

Along the way, the two collided more than once, and Wang Anfeng fought against the top masters of the previous generation again, and when he was forced to show all what he had learned, he had no reservations.

Self-understanding of the sword technique sent the troops to solve, and the wind rose.

Heavenly Sword Sword Momentum, Tianshan Sword Trick A Sword Swing Cold Autumn, Qingfeng Solve Sword Intent.

Shaolin Temple Golden Bell Jar.

Killing the sword and sword.

Thief Door Pick Stars and Moon.

Zixiao Palace Yin and Yang rotate.

Although Shan Xinglan is willing to drink the good wine he cherishes and values with him, he is also resolute and ruthless at this moment, he sincerely thanks him when he drinks, and he sincerely wants to leave him behind when he kills him, and he has the style of a ranger in the Seven Kingdoms.

There is no need to mention that Shan Xinglan's brother died at the hands of Wang Anfeng, it is each other's identities, one is the military god of Northern Xinjiang, and the other is the Miao descendant of the former Central Plains Shenwu Mansion, which is enough to fight each other.

It can be said that at this moment, in addition to the two means of attracting divine soldiers and condensing military momentum, he has used all kinds of martial arts, but the sword qi and sword intent that burst out when the two fought each other ploughed out sword marks on the grassland beside the road.

If it weren't for the vast grassland, which was often uninhabited for hundreds of miles, Shan Xinglan would have to die of distress.

At this time, it was the envoy of the nobles of the Northern Regions on the safari, and the nobles on the road saw two figures rushing to the east at a very fast speed, and when they saw the one behind, their expressions were extremely moved, but they recognized this general who was extremely prominent in the military circles of the Northern Regions.

This immediately saw the person in front of Shan Xinglan.

Shan Xinglan's martial arts were already extremely terrifying in their eyes, but the one in front of him was even more unfathomable.

The blue shirt was sprinkled, with a sword in one hand, the other behind his back, and with a light tap of his toes, he had already flown out of ten zhang, or even a hundred zhang, the sword aura was vertical and horizontal, the black hair on his sideburns moved slightly, and he was in the style of an immortal, comparing Shan Xinglan who was rampage like a fierce tiger.

Some women couldn't stop their hearts from moving, but some clear-eyed elders guessed the identity of the young man in front of them, and their expressions changed greatly, and they couldn't stop retreating.

The two passed by like flying stars chasing the moon.

One of the women blinked and looked at the elder next to her, who was respected for his knowledge and knowledge throughout the clan, but when she turned her head, she found that the old man, who was always smiling, had a pale face, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans oozed out and slid down her wrinkled cheeks.

"The Third Master ......"

"Third master, do you know who the general is chasing?"

As if the old man had woken up from a nightmare, his body shook a few times, and a deep fear appeared in his eyes, and he was speechless for a while.

At this moment, he saw the sword qi in front of him, rushing straight towards the bullfight, and seemed to collide fiercely.

The qi between heaven and earth was boiling, and an undulating grass slope was directly cut open from the middle by the surging sword qi, Wang An burst of wind shouted, and with the method of ten powers, the divine sword blade in his hand was picked, and a large piece of ground and rocks were pried up and smashed over.

Shan Xinglan's expression remained unchanged, and the sword in his hand slashed violently.

The undulating grass slope of more than ten meters was cut from the middle, and the speed of the chase did not weaken at all.

Shan Xinglan is a grandmaster, and he has endless energy.

Wang Anfeng is an outlier, with many grandmasters, when the master Yuanci created the Ten Powers of Rulai, but the mountain gate of the top faction in Fufeng was forcibly lifted, resisting thousands of miles, he could not compare with the division commander, but it was normal to do the thing of the sword blade to pick out the grass.

But in the eyes of the spectators, this is almost like an immortal, and all of them are as white as earth.

The old man known as the third master pulled his mount, looked flustered, and said loudly:

"Let's go, let's go!"

"General Zuo Wuwei, I'm chasing and killing the Lord of the Shenwu Mansion, let's go, this is not a place for us to stay!"

"If you don't want to die, go quickly!"

It was only at this time that the younger prairie nobles understood who that man was, and they all lost their voices.

Then a thought came to their minds, unstoppable.

As I saw before, that person seemed to be more calm and relaxed than General Zuo Wuwei.

Could it be that his martial arts are stronger than the Northern Xinjiang Military God?!

As soon as this thought came out, the faces of these young nobles on the grassland also lost their blood.

But at this moment, in their eyes, the martial arts are unfathomable, and the master of the Shenwu Mansion who is calm and relaxed is already a little miserable, and he is just struggling to support it.

Feeling that the sword intent was approaching, Wang Anfeng raised his qi and once again showed the pace of the explosion speed of the Divine Thief Gate, and stepped out with one foot, and was in the position of the Nine Palaces.

This martial art is a peerless martial art of the Divine Thief Sect Town, based on the Daomen Array Tuluo Book, several generations of wonderful and brilliant people deduce it for life, in the eyes of others, it takes five steps to reach the position, just one step out, the blade in Shan Xinglan's hand is almost falling on his body, but Wang Anfeng is already like a phantom, and he swept out more than ten zhang again.

At the same time, with a flick of his left hand, he stuffed the popped pill into his mouth in one go, and the treasure in the eyes of the Jianghu people was enough to trigger a fight, so he swallowed it in one go, biting it like chewing beans, and the exhausted internal qi was replenished and filled instantly.

This is also the biggest reliance on him to be able to dry up with Shan Xinglan.

If he didn't have these Qi Rejuvenation Pills, no matter how strong his body was, it would be difficult to maintain it, but if he didn't have a golden bell jar, one would not be able to quickly dissolve the medicinal power, and the other would be enough for him to eat a pot of residual sword qi on Shan Xinglan's sword, and the two of them would fight while galloping, and an hour was already more than hundreds of miles.

Shan Xinglan seems to have made up his mind to rely on his stronger internal qi and qi to consume Wang Anfeng to death, from the middle of the day to the starry night, still chasing after him.

Wang Anfeng is indeed extremely tired, but there is a characteristic of the light martial arts of the thief door, no matter when, it looks extremely chic, showing the free artistic conception of the Daomen, and he is not timid at all.

Shan Xinglan's heart is like an iron stone, and his sword is extremely stable.

But soon he found an anomaly, the other party seemed to be very suitable for this kind of high-intensity fighting.

Not only is it adapting, but its moves are gradually growing at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

Its old spicy, stable and precise.

Although it is not yet in time, it is already rapidly approaching a grandmaster like him who fought in the previous generation.

Thinking that Wang Anfeng was at most twenty-five or sixteen years old, Shan Xinglan's expression was slightly gloomy, and he cut off the intention of drying up, and his tricks instantly became fierce, at this moment, the two of them chased and fled, sometimes flying against the wind, with the strength of the grandmaster's feet, almost a day, I am afraid that at least two or three thousand miles have passed.

At this moment, it is already biased to the northeast side of the grassland.

The terrain also changed from a grassland to a glacier, and when the two of them ran undulatingly, it was extremely cold.

When Wang Anfeng jumped up on the glacier, a different color flashed in the eyes of Shan Xinglan, and he took another step forward.

This step was not his extremely ordinary light technique, but stepped on some kind of indescribable road, as if the distance between him and Wang Anfeng was erased in an instant, and he appeared directly behind the latter, and the sword in his hand stabbed towards the back of the heart.

The sword aura is like a rainbow.

Wang Anfeng's right hand Shenwu sword was upside down, Shengsheng blocked this move, the long sword roared endlessly, although the wide sword was blocked, but the sword intent and sword qi were endless, and rushed straight into Wang Anfeng's body, Wang Anfeng coughed up a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and the qi machine rose again.

Hanging in the air and spinning around, the dagger is upside down, the sharp blade is cold, swallowing the pale blue sword gang, with the length of the short sword dagger, Shengsheng performed a trick to send the troops to solve, Shan Xinglan dodged it, Wang An's wind machine mentioned it again, and his own realm touched the gate of heaven.

His eyes widened slightly, and the realm that he had barely reached when he encountered the hall master of the White Tiger Hall was once again in front of him.

The cause and effect between heaven and earth turned into pale golden lines visible to the naked eye, Wang Anfeng instantly locked on one of the golden thin lines, drank violently in his mouth, and sent the soldiers with the dagger in his hand to slash along this pale gold thin line.

Hold the power of vajra and cut off three thousand troubles.

Shan Xinglan's expression remained unchanged, but he suddenly retreated to the side.

The pale blue sword gang flashed by in an instant.

Shan Xinglan's clothes on his shoulder were torn, and at the same time, in his hand, it was obviously a broad sword of a divine soldier, slapping Wang Anfeng away.

The texture of the divine soldier smashed on the flesh and blood, but it was a metallic roar, Wang An's wind and qi machine instantly withered, but he was not seriously injured and dying as Shan Xinglan thought, but his wrist holding the sword was tingling and numb, as if he used his sword to slash through the heavenly dark iron that was several zhang thick.

Shan Xinglan couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and was about to make another move, when he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and the qi he was mobilizing stopped abruptly, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw that an extremely deep wound suddenly appeared on the upper side of his chest, and blood was pouring out.

If he hadn't instinctively avoided it, he would have almost pierced him in the heart.

Shan Xinglan was hit hard by this when he mobilized his qi, his face turned pale suddenly, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, but his eyes became more and more calm, looking at Wang Anfeng, and said:

"Cause and effect...... The number of Daomen Taiyi mixed elements, are you the grandmaster who entered this way? ”

Wang Anfeng did not answer.

Shan Xinglan raised his hand, the wound had stopped bleeding, and said:

"Your trick is hidden at this time, it's ruthless enough."

"But your qi has only just crossed the heavens."

"How many times have you used this method?"

Wang Anfeng was still silent, and after he was shot out and flew out for a few feet, he half-knelt on the ground, and the blade of the sword in his hand was against the glacier, supporting his body.

Shan Xinglan stepped forward quickly.

The corners of Wang Anfeng's mouth suddenly hooked, Shan Xinglan's footsteps were subconsciously paused, his heart was full of vigilance, and he immediately saw the red-gold flames rising from the body of the Shenwu Sword, and immediately spread violently, and the sword qi burst out, slashing the glacier.

Shan Xinglan's expression changed slightly.

However, this hundred-foot glacier has completely begun to crack, Wang Anfeng wrapped the divine soldier's qi and used his sword to condense the glacier for thousands of years, directly cracking a huge crack in the middle.

The river in the northern region leads to the East China Sea, and beneath the glacier is an underground river that is still flowing, and he falls with the large chunks of ice that the glacier has broken apart.

Shan Xinglan couldn't stop it and stood on the glacier:

"Above the East China Sea, the qi engine is chaotic like a storm, and it is difficult to take off normally."

"If you enter the East China Sea with an injured body, you will greatly damage the realm if you don't die."

Wang Anfeng fell down with the cold ice, coughing up blood in his mouth and smiling.

The right hand holds the sword, and the left hand is raised as the finger of the sword.

I have a sword to send to the army.

The pale blue sword gang rose into the sky.

Shan Xinglan, whose prestige had shone in the previous era, instinctively took a step back, avoiding the sharp sword that could be counted in the world, and when he stepped forward again, Wang Anfeng had already entered the long river of underground glaciers and disappeared.

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