The Heavenly Sword Sect is not an extremely powerful sect in the Fufeng Rivers and Lakes, but it is not bad.

To be able to start a sect, it is natural to have two brushes.

There are many brave and ruthless people on the rivers and lakes.

There is no first-class master on that mountain, it is said that there is an old man who survived from the previous generation has the highest martial arts, and there are five grades of fire, and the swordsmanship of one hand really glimpses the shadow of the word "heavenly sword", which is both fast and sharp, and the vastness of the sky, taking advantage of the situation, making people unguardable.

In addition, the current sect master and the inheritance elders of the four peaks are all martial artists of the six grades.

It is a master of the rivers and lakes who can volley the void.

It's a pity that there are no top players, otherwise taking advantage of the opportunity of the Fire Refining Gate to close the mountain and retreat, and the Medicine Gu Extermination Sect disappearing, it is not a problem to come to the forefront, and it is not a problem to break hands with the likes of the Red Lian Gang, why is it so embarrassed at this time, around its forces, I don't know how many slightly weaker sects are staring at it.

They were all waiting for the old-timer who supported the plaque of the Heavenly Sword Gate.

At that time, although the Heavenly Sword Sect still has five sixth-grade martial artists, there are no more fifth-rank masters who can provoke the beams, and they will definitely spit out many, many benefits.

Therefore, the closer he got to the realm of the Heavenly Sword Gate, the more cautious Hong Feibai became.

He was not afraid at all in the fight, but it was better to say that he was depressed at this time, and he wanted to have a good fight with someone, but if his senior sister's body was damaged because of this, then it would be useless for him to chop the offender into seven or eight pieces.

When he bought dry food in the last county town to replenish water, he even took a mask to cover his face.

saw Wang Anfeng walk out.

When he returned, he had an extra sheathed sword in his hand and a large handful of copper coins in his arms.

Hong Feibai glanced at the long sword in the young man's hand.

Now Wang Anfeng exudes the back piano, and after ten days of trekking, Hong Feibai looks unshaven, and it is a little more vicissitudes, but it seems that it has no impact on Wang Anfeng.

His eyes were full of energy, and he was full of bookishness, and no one would doubt that he was a famous person, but now he held an iron sword from a blacksmith's shop, but it was a simple commodity with two pieces of wood nailed together even the scabbard.

The appearance of being unliterate and martial arts is really a bit mismatched.

Wang Anfeng noticed Hong Feibai's gaze, raised the sword in his hand, smiled, and said:

"It's more reassuring to have a weapon in your hand."

Although he didn't know the situation that the Heavenly Sword Sect was in now, he had already deduced from Hong Feibai's words that Hongfei Bai's master and apprentice were in danger because of a treasure.

And the treasure was now in the package on Hong Feibai's shoulder, although as strictly speculated, there was no danger along the way.

But since ancient times, there have been many good things, and at this last moment, I will always worry about what accidents will happen on the road, so I should be more cautious.

Now, in order to disguise his identity and avoid the inevitable 'harassment', he took the wooden sword back into the piano case, and there was no weapon in his hand.

Although it is said that he cultivates King Kong inside, practices Prajna outside, and uses secret techniques, he has a thousand catties of great power to say the least in one slap, but at this time, he is a Fufeng collector and a bookkeeper, and he is good at swordsmanship.

Punches and feet, he's a lot of things.

Wang Anfeng held the simple long sword in his hand, pulled it out casually, held it in his hand and turned around, and shook his wrist again, like a scholar who didn't know martial arts, swinging the sword wildly, causing people to sneer.

He didn't care, he knew the length and weight of the sword, and the most important thing in the fight.

He casually withdrew the iron sword from its scabbard and sighed in his heart.

Sure enough, it can't compare to the weapon given by Mr. Win.

Whether it's a sword or something else, anything that Mr. Win shoots is very close to his body and shooting habits, where is like these weapons, when you get your hands, you also need to deliberately familiarize yourself with the center of gravity of the weapon.

Hong Feibai filled the water bag from the store, put it back in the car, thought about it, and asked:

"Why don't you buy a better sword, sir?"

Wang Anfeng was originally from a poor family, and he has always been thrifty, and this sword was only bought for cheapness, if it weren't for the fact that the wooden sword might reveal his identity, he even wanted to buy a wooden sword.

The wooden sword is only sixty yuan, which is much cheaper than the iron sword.

But he couldn't say this to Hong Feibai, he raised the iron sword slightly in his hand, and replied with a smile:

"It's the human sword, not the sword."

"As long as there is a sword in your hand, there is no difference between a good sword and an iron sword."

It doesn't matter if you don't have a sword.

Hong Feibai was slightly stunned, then bowed his head, looked like he had an understanding, and said in a deep voice:

"Uncle Shi once said that when a swordsman goes to the realm, he is not a foreign object, and the long sword is only in his heart."

"Whether it is a divine weapon in your hand, or an ordinary bamboo and wood, there is no difference in the slightest, so ......"

The voice paused slightly, sighed again, and was convinced, and said:

"Sir's swordsmanship is really superb."

Wang Anfeng's face stiffened slightly, looking at Hong Feibai, who was thinking sincerely, and his heart was at a loss.

No...... Wait......

I didn't......

I'm not......

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After some food, the carriage ran out of the city.

It was not far from the Heavenly Sword Gate, the road was flat, and the black coffin in the carriage still did not emit a peculiar smell, Hong Feibai had already sensed something wrong in his heart, and had a bad premonition, but he was still unwilling to admit it.

Gritting his teeth, he flicked the whip and struck it on the back of the horse pulling the cart.

The speed has gradually increased.

In the distance, a rather beautiful mountain range can already be seen, with Wang Anfeng's eyesight, he can already faintly see the mountainside and the buildings on the top of the mountain, Hong Feibai glanced sideways at Wang Anfeng who was leaning on the wheel with his sword, and said:

"The boundary pillar has passed."

"Maybe today, maybe tomorrow morning, we'll be back in the mountains......"

He spoke in a complex tone, with relief, pain, and a hint of fear.

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes and saw a face that didn't look like a young man, thought about it, and finally found a proper description in the book he had seen in the past.

It's very Jianghu.

Fu followed the official road for more than ten miles, Hong Feibai shook the horsewhip, drove the carriage away from the official road, Tianjian Gate is on the mountain, and you have to walk a short remote road to pass.

The mountain road was bumpy, so the speed was slowed down, and it was only after crossing a small mound of warm-up height that it came to the mountain road below, and the two horses that had walked well in front of them suddenly neighed, and when they bent their front legs, they were about to fall to their knees.

The carriage trembled violently.

Wang Anfeng, who closed his eyes and recuperated his internal qi, opened his eyes at the same time, and got off the car in one step, and instantly raised his hand to support the carriage that lost his balance, the car was extremely heavy, and the horse pulling the cart lost its strength for some reason, with a weight of more than 2,000 catties, Wang Anfeng only supported it with one hand.

Before this, he had already taken out two copper coins from his arms, shook them with his hand, left two traces of Huang Cancan in the air, and shot them forward.

I only heard the sound of clicking, several ropes broke, and rolled down the boulders from the mountain, and those rocks that were large enough to be human did not know whether they were originally on the mountain, or were transported up by manpower, at this time, with the help of the mountain tossed down, the rumbling sound was like a muffled thunder, and the road in front was directly blocked.

If, according to the trend just now, the cart and horse were injured and the carriage fell forward, then these stones would not be a bet on the mountain road, but would be smashed together with the cart and the horse.

Anger rose in Wang Anfeng's heart.

He closed his eyes before, but he noticed that there were martial artists around, and the original plan was that the enemy would not move and I would not move, and see the move, but who knew that they were in the deep snow, and tightened several extremely fine steel wires, which were extremely slender and difficult to detect with the naked eye, and they were dead things, no breath, and they were not perceived, and with Wang Anfeng's martial arts, they didn't even notice it for a while.

However, when he collided with the galloping speed of the horse, it was so sharp that it was not inferior to the blade of a sword, and it was extremely damaged.

Hongfei's eyes were red and he rushed into the carriage.

Wang Anfeng lifted the simple iron sword, looked ahead with his eyes, raised his thumb, and the iron sword was already an inch out of the sheath.

With the sound of shouting, one after another figures jumped down from the rocks on both sides, tall and carrying their respective blades behind their backs, and indeed a few of them were not bad, stopping in front of and behind the carriage.

And even without these people, the way forward has been blocked by mountains and rocks.

The front legs of the horse pulling the cart were cut, and blood flowed out, and they couldn't stop trembling when they stood next to it, let alone pulling the carriage and walking on the rugged mountain road.

The big men around him held weapons in their hands, and looked at the 'weak scholars' standing next to the carriage with a cruel smile on their faces.

The action of Wang Anfeng lifting the carriage was only an instant, and Shaolin martial arts have always been simple and solid, there are not so many bells and whistles, and the shots are quite hidden, and people whose martial arts are lower than him basically can't see any depth. Of course, according to the third master, this is called a thief's bald yin damage, full of bad water.

When fighting, he slapped it lightly, and the ghost knew if it was painful or itchy, or if he slapped his brains out.

Hongfeibai pushed the curtain and jumped out of the car.

He did not dare to open the black coffin.

However, he had already considered the reason for the ruggedness of the road, bought a lot of quilts in the city to cushion them, and Wang Anfeng had just reacted quickly, and he did not bump into anything as he was worried, but the mood that had been suppressed for a period of time was directly triggered at this time.

The murderous machine boiled in his heart.

He opened his mouth and exhaled a long breath of white air, at this time, it was in the middle of winter, it had only snowed, and it was very cold, this white gas was extremely clear, and his red eyes looked coldly at the big man in front of him through the white mist.

"Sir, these people, please leave them to me."

His palm lifted and rested on the slightly smaller hilt of the sword.

The sound of the roar was suppressed in the scabbard, muffled and suppressed.

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