The old man in black waved his hand and said impatiently:

"Okay, you know enough, let's go down."

Wen Hongbo didn't dare to slack off, and after saluting respectfully, he walked backwards out of the middle hall of the Wen family, and the old man in black just grabbed the game of chess that was randomly placed on the table, and he didn't know how long he looked at it, and muttered to himself.

"Who can use black and white into the mystery, a thousand times of life and death. Daomen said that the sand is tribulated, and the smile should be the first all year round. ”

"It's just a first move."

The old man sneered contemptuously, swept all the chess pieces on the chessboard to the ground with a flick of his sleeves, got up and left the Wen Mansion.

The black and white chess pieces fell to the ground with a ding-dong ding-dong.

Sword qi in mid-air.

Gong Yu and Qianshan Si have already expressed the swordsmanship of their respective sects to a wonderful extent, even if the elders in the sect appear, it is impossible to have such attainments, each other is a swordsman who is good at sword intent, and in the confrontation, the edge is more and more prosperous, and gradually reached the high and profound realm that was unobtainable in the past.

This is already a superior swordsmanship.

Not only Wang Anfeng is too uncle, but even Wei Chijie, who has low martial arts and doesn't like swordsmanship, is addicted to it and can't extricate himself.

Wang Anfeng suddenly sensed a trace of murderous aura, instantly came back to his senses, took a step forward, almost instinctively, his right hand suddenly rose from the low, and slashed into the void in front of him, his movements were short and powerful, which frightened Yu Chijie and the others.

The next moment, a black shadow was directly slashed by Wang Anfeng and staggered.

There was a shock in the man's eyes, obviously he didn't expect that at a distance where he couldn't draw his sword, the swordsman in front of him would burst out with the same terrifying fist, and he immediately retreated.

Its speed was extremely fast, and he had already saved the idea of fleeing away immediately if he missed a hit, but he retreated a few feet, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and raised his eyes to see Wang Anfeng's hand hooking an extremely familiar human skin mask, and his expression changed slightly.

Raising his hand, it was already a warm touch, and his pupils shrank.

When?

Tai Shujian and Lao Lu's expressions changed even more, and they drew their weapons one after the other.

This person was the knife-wielding guard he had seen in front of the Wen Mansion yesterday, but he was wearing a human skin mask, so he couldn't recognize it for a while, and when he retreated, he didn't expect to be grabbed by Wang Anfeng The mask on his face.

Just appeared and revealed his identity.

Wang Anfeng let go of his five fingers, threw down the human skin mask in his hand, and said lightly:

"Wei Chi, looking for you."

"When did you provoke the Wen family?"

Yu Chijie was dumbfounded, but he never doubted Wang Anfeng's words, and muttered: "How do I know, our Wei Chi family, as well as your family, provoke the Wen family I don't know how many times, he, why is he so crazy, and directly tears his face?" This is fucking insane! ”

Wang Anfeng didn't answer, but just drew his sword in his hand.

Lao Lu had already rushed out, holding a long knife and fighting with the Wen master who wore a human skin mask, Wang Anfeng's breathing became smooth, his eyes were slightly closed, Yu Chijie was about to speak, but he didn't dare to disturb when he saw this.

Tai Shujian had already held the giant sword in his hand, blocking in front of Lin Qiaofu and the three of them, thinking that there were two sword-wielding guards in the Wen Mansion yesterday, his heart moved slightly.

Wang Anfeng's eyes opened suddenly, his right hand swept from his arms, and with a new hand, dozens of yellow-orange-orange streamers carried a swift force that was enough to smash human skin and flesh, and shrouded it in the direction of the north side.

There was a clink, and all those hidden weapons were opened, and they fell to the ground and swirled, but they were just ordinary copper plates, and the assassin who was hiding on one side had already shown his tracks, and he was stunned when he saw this.

Uncle Tai Jian held the sword in both hands, and his eyes opened slightly.

Take the first three steps.

The giant que in his hand slashed down, and a thick sword aura was like a mountain, enveloping the assassin in it, and he couldn't escape!

was originally just a place to watch swords, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into a battlefield of fighting.

Yu Chijie was dumbfounded and muttered:

"Awesome ......"

"My son's life is really valuable."

Wang Anfeng's footsteps were slightly sideways, looking in a certain direction, and said, "I think your life may be more valuable than you think." ”

The corners of Yu Chijie's mouth twitched slightly.

Wang Anfeng held the sword in his right hand, his index finger flexed, lightly tapped the sword body, the long sword groaned softly, the sword pointed straight in that direction, and said slowly: "Do you want to continue to hide?" Or are you going to let me strike first? ”

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and it is cut off at the three zhang in front of the pine forest.

There was a man in the pine forest.

The sword in his hand was more than four feet long, and the blade of the sword was facing the ground.

The spine of the sword is written in ancient seal script.

Lin Qiaofu took a step back, covered her lips and exclaimed, ""

"Yan Zhijian?!"

"This, this is ......"

Wang Anfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said slowly: "The top ten famous swords of the ancestors." ”

Famous sword?!

Yu Chijie opened his mouth, thinking of the chill and absolute danger represented by this name, he raised his eyes and looked around, under the beautiful scenery of Yufu Mountain, it was actually murderous, his voice was a little dry, and said:

"No way, are you two misremembering...... Where is this one among the top ten famous swords? ”

Wang Anfeng exhaled and said with a smile:

"Of course you don't."

"This sword is one of the top ten famous swords of the earlier generation."

The young man with the sword held the sword in both hands, pointed at the sword, shook the salute, and said, "Wang Shaoxia, my lord has a word to tell." ”

"Please."

"You can't do great things by fighting alone."

Wang Anfeng nodded slowly and said, "Thank you." ”

The sword-wielding young man smiled and said, "It's better for the young man to go and tell my lord in person." ”

The long sword in his hand was raised, and the blade pointed at Wang Anfeng, and said:

"Gu Jian Yan Zhi, Wupin, please advise."

Before Wang Anfeng could reply, he had already stepped forward, and the sword in his hand was like a flying swallow, stabbing towards several acupoints around Wang Anfeng's body.

The broad sword that was obtained from Qingfeng's solution was not inferior to the ancient sword of the past.

With the internal strength of the peak of the six grades, the golden bell jar was not inferior to that young man in terms of strength, and he never fell into the disadvantage for a while.

Yu Chijie and the others were originally worried that Wang Anfeng would be invincible, but they found that when the first thirty moves were fought, Wang Anfeng was only able to maintain his undefeated, but after ten more moves, the Yan Zhi Sword Master whose internal strength was inevitably above Wang Anfeng gradually fell into disadvantage.

Ten more tricks......

The Yan sword was like a flying swallow, stabbing at Wang Anfeng's throat lightly, Yu Chijie's eyes widened, and he was about to exclaim, but Wang Anfeng took half a step back in an instant, and the sword blade swept from the back of his throat.

After the blade swept over, it instantly approached, no more than a foot away.

The left hand naturally hung low, only between the two bodies, but in the next moment it was suddenly raised, and in an instant it was a thought, twenty thoughts were a moment, twenty moments were a flick of the fingers, twenty snaps of the fingers were a Luo pre, twenty Luo pre was a susu, and a day and a day were thirty susu.

The martial artist's instant punch between the square inches is even faster than the light skill of swordsmanship.

The punch that vividly explained the fierceness and fierceness smashed heavily into the abdomen of the Yanzhi Sword Master, and when he did not come back to his senses, he instantly retracted, and the fist strength did not spread, so he smashed the second punch, and then the third punch in a calm and crazy attitude.

The main qi and blood of the Yan Zhi Sword were shocked, gritted his teeth to retract the flaw, and quickly retreated.

Wang Anfeng stepped out in the northwest direction, stepping on the Bagua direction, his body was like a storm, and he kept it at a close distance, and his left hand fist was like a storm, smashing madly towards half of the opponent's body.

His light work is under Wang Anfeng.

So he can't get rid of Wang Anfeng at all, at this distance, the Yan sword in his hand seems to be cumbersome, and he can also do some clever kung fu, but at this moment, he is like an ordinary person who can't use his fists and feet, and he can't dismantle it at all.

After receiving dozens of punches in a row, he barely broke free, turned around and slashed out with a sword, but Wang Anfeng seemed to have expected it, his steps opened slightly sideways, and the sword just grazed his cheek.

The young man holding the swallow branch had a slightly pale face, and he was about to change his moves.

Wang Anfeng was facing him sideways at this time, holding the sword in his right hand, bending his left arm, his body had been slightly lowered as early as the previous moment, like a fierce tiger about to pounce, the five fingers of his left hand were closed, and the light of the Buddha appeared in his eyes, and this reaction was almost at the same time as the Yan Zhi sword was cut down.

The gas is like a mountain.

With a low voice in his throat, under the blessing of the Buddha's Ten Powers Method, Wang Anfeng held the sword in his right hand, stuck the Yan Zhi Sword, and pulled the young man towards this side by the way.

The elbow of his left hand was like a siege cone, stabbing heavily at the young man who could not react, and the muscles of his arm shrouded in clothes were already glowing with a faint golden light.

With the Eight Methods of Orthodox Bone in the Medicine King Valley's "Medical Sect Jinjian", the strength attached to this elbow is enough to break all the ribs on this side and make it pierce into the internal organs.

The elbow fell, but it was the sound of a terrible sword.

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