Wang Anfeng has been ravaged by Mr. Win in the Shaolin Temple since he was a child, and over the years, his sensitivity to murderous aura has almost reached the point where he will wake up directly in the middle of the night.

The murderous aura of the young man next to him, as well as the feeling of anger and suppressed outbursts, made him unable to say anything to refuse.

After thinking about it, he put the iron sword he was holding in his right hand next to the carriage and said:

"Then I'll be here, guarding the carriage."

Hong Feibai bowed his head with a little gratitude, handed the package on his body to the young man, held the much slender sword in his left hand, and raised his right hand and rested it on the hilt again.

The warrior on the opposite side obviously didn't intend to give the two of them a chance to speak slowly, and with an order, the person behind him had already felt out the ink-colored big bow from behind him.

These things are obviously from the Mo family's shop, and the Mo family's minds are relatively straight, and the bows they make are very hard, and they can't pull their arms apart without their superior strength.

Correspondingly, the power of this bow and arrow is also so great that it makes people's hearts tremble.

Wang Anfeng reached into his arms with his right hand and took out a handful of yellow-orange-orange copper coins.

With a movement of the five fingers, a lot of them were already caught between the fingers.

He has calculated, with the blessing of his internal strength, the power of this copper coin is not bad, and it is more cost-effective than those flying needles, flying knives and flying locust stones that are prevalent in the rivers and lakes, no matter what, a copper plate cannot be exchanged for a hidden weapon.

The silver needle of the same point costs less than ten or twenty wen.

It's too extravagant.

Hong Feibai had already stepped within ten zhang of the opposite side.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand, the blade of the sword was still in the scabbard, and it was not pulled out, just like the depression in Hongfei's white heart, but the sharp breath was getting stronger and stronger, and it was the martial arts law that did not fly or sound, soared into the sky, and was amazing.

Wang Anfeng's expression was a little more solemn.

The leader of the bandits looked calm, and waited until Hong Feibai got a few zhang closer before swinging the knife in his hand heavily.

"Put!"

One word in the history books that describes the density of arrows is called 'flying locusts'.

These warriors are amazingly powerful, shoot an arrow and immediately take another arrow, so repeatedly, but more than 20 people, can also create the momentum of arrows falling like rain, the arrows are densely split and cover the face and fly over, the sound of breaking the air is connected together, people can't help but feel numb in their hearts, Hong Feibai shouted in an instant, and the five fingers loosely on the hilt of the sword were clenched suddenly.

The sword light was white, and it slashed out diagonally.

There are almost traces of a few points of seven pins.

The pure white qi wave was compressed, and it slashed out along the blade of the sword, and the first wave of arrows was directly smashed, and the arrows flew in all directions, colliding with the second arrow, and then crashed into the third layer of arrow rain.

In the muffled sound, the air wave surged, deflecting it, and from the high sky, a thick air wave barrier almost appeared in front of Hongfeibai's body.

A streamer appeared in Wang Anfeng's eyes, and his wrist remained still, except for his fingers trembling slightly.

Several copper coins shot out and hit the missing arrows, knocking them to the ground.

Hong Feibai didn't notice it.

I only felt that a sword had smashed the arrow like rain, and my heart was suffocated, and then he became more and more high-spirited, he fell to the ground, slammed forward, and the sword in his hand groaned, and instantly tore open the throats of several roadblockers, and blood shot out and fell on the snow.

There are few people walking in this mountain forest, and it snowed heavily yesterday, and the sky is reckless.

So at this moment, there is a scenery like red plums and white snow.

The sword whistle was terrible, Hong Feibai seemed to be crazy at this time, or rather, if he didn't vent like this, he might really go crazy, the sword path of the sword in his hand was indeed a vein of the Heavenly Sword Gate, but he had already thrown away the vast and vast artistic conception without a trace.

Driven by the instinct of killing, the faster the speed, the more fierce the force, and a dazzling silver light danced around his body.

If the sword of the old man in the Heavenly Sword Gate is clear, the sky is cloudless.

At this time, Hong Feibai's sword was the sky that finally overcame the dark clouds after three days and three nights in the summer, and the sword light was the thunder that tore open the sky.

The copper coin in Wang Anfeng's right hand was constantly decreasing.

He just looked at the direction of Hong Feibai, and there were some warriors behind the carriage, seeing that he was weak, he was ruthless in his heart, and planned to catch him as a hostage and force the madman to stop, but often after just a few steps, he felt a pain in his forehead or abdomen, and the whole person lost consciousness and fell into the snow.

fainted like a fat pig scalded in boiling water.

A penny of silver was exchanged for a large handful of copper coins, and in a blink of an eye, it went down by half.

Hong Feibai had already fought with the last bandit leader at this time, and there were still a few warriors around, but Hong Feibai seemed to be frightened by the crazy Hongfeibai, and the weapon was also thrown down, sitting on the ground, and retreating backwards with his hands and feet.

This time it seems to be specifically aimed at Hongfeibai.

The last bandit leader has enough internal strength to have seven grades of fire, and his strength is long, and he could have eaten Hong Feibai, but the latter's current swordsmanship has changed his style, and he is extremely aggrieved, and for a while he only has the power to defend, while trying his best to prevent the sword shadow that is spilling on his head and face like a rainstorm, he retreats back.

Wang Anfeng looked at Hong Feibai's swordsmanship.

Around him and the carriage, none of the big men who had fallen in a circle could step within three feet.

It is an important step to lose a loved one in exchange for martial arts.

In the rivers and lakes, between gains and losses, there is no winning or losing.

Sighing in his heart, Wang Anfeng took out another copper coin in his arms.

Caught in the hand.

Hongfei diphtheria let out a low roar, the sword in his hand was like a straight line, directly stabbing the throat of the opposite martial artist, the latter after all, the internal force was long, raised his hand to block the sword with the knife, the sword qi shocked, still made his face a little pale, and after stabbing out this sword, Hongfei Bai's internal force was also on the verge of drying up, and he had to return his breath.

The eyes of one of the people who had been cowering and retreating suddenly lit up.

With a low snort, he raised his hands and pressed towards the dantian of Hong Feibai's lower abdomen in a way that was entangled with yin and yang.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand and was about to throw out the copper coin, but he sensed another breath, and his movements paused slightly.

A sharp whistling sound sounded.

A glowing image shot out from the mountain, and came first, striking at the throat of the man who came out of his palm at the last moment, and if he didn't want to be stabbed into a string by the arrow, he could either change his tactics or stop it.

He obviously didn't think that Hong Feibai's little life had its own preciousness.

His toes touched the ground, and his body turned, stirring up the snow in the ground, narrowly avoiding the arrow.

The neck was torn out of a wound by the strength of the arrow, not big, but it hurt, and he was frightened, and the palm force that originally changed his move to Hong Feibai's arms subconsciously converged a little, but it was not light or heavy.

Because he noticed that someone else was coming to this hillside, he was vigilant, and he didn't plan to chase and fight, and the strength in his palm was weak, so he only planned to retreat with his strength in an instant, and distance himself from Hong Feibai.

However, his right palm was pressed on the young man's waist, and he noticed that the things under his hand were a little hard, and the tentacles were cold, like jade streams.

Wang Anfeng's eyes widened slightly.

He felt a chill down his spine, and the wooden sword in the piano box behind him was excited, as if it was about to come out of its sheath, trembling Weng Ming, and couldn't stop colliding with the piano box, this box was divided into two layers, and the upper guqin was shaken. The strings vibrate and make a clanging sound.

The sword gall sounds.

The sound of the piano is endless—

A white light lit up in Hongfeibai's arms, like a sword, and stabbed forward.

Wang Anfeng's black pupils reflected a dazzling sword light.

Yesterday it snowed heavily, there were few pedestrians in the valley, and there was a lot of white snow backlogged, mixed with flowing blood, and it was swept up in an instant, like a long dragon, mighty and mighty, rushing forward, the sound of the piano behind the young man became more and more high, not noisy, only killing, only Ling.

In ancient times, there were Jianghu guests, playing the piano and sword to kill.

The knife-wielding man who originally plotted against Hong Feibai and stopped in front of him and fought with him snorted, and more than a dozen cuts were torn out of his body in just an instant, and he died on the spot.

That sword qi didn't seem to be satisfied, and it swept forward, and in the rumbling sound, the snow on the rocks on both sides was attracted and poured down like a landslide.

A sword, a thousand heavy snow.

A person walked up the hillside behind Wang Anfeng, holding a longbow in his hand, and his footsteps stopped when he saw this, his eyes widened.

His face was full of stupeness.

The sword qi continued to roar, tearing forward like a long dragon out of the water, the qi surged, wrapped in clouds and mist and snow, and a dense white shrouded everything in front of him, like a storm, as if a sudden snow, as if thousands of miles of clouds and mist fell into the world, this pure white surged forward.

Vertical and horizontal.

Wang Anfeng's palm holding the copper plate was put down.

Wind and snow stopped.

Looking at it, the mountain road covering several small hills in front of it was free of snow for more than ten miles, like a vast sky that had been swept away, and the energy that was wrapped up tore hundreds of huge traces on the mountain rocks on both sides, hideous and dazzling.

Hong Feibai was half-kneeling on the ground, breathing rapidly, in his arms, the Ling Yan sword intent slowly dissipated, and returned to convergence, as if he was an ordinary Luotuo swordsman.

With such a strange treasure in his body, he displayed a sword light that even Wang Anfeng at this time felt amazing and dazzling.

The young man's face was as pale as a ghost, and the light in his eyes changed.

"No...... It can't be ......"

PS: Today's second update is presented............