Updated: 2013-08-31

At the same time, a group of people appeared at the gate, all dressed in black and masked, and standing at the front of the masked man was the left line that Zhao He wanted to find. At this time, Zuo Xing's eyes were full of murderous intent: "Zhao He, you are too bullying, and you actually came to the door." But even if my business has improved a little in the past few years, I don't need to be angry!"

This phrase resonates with those watching the battle from afar. Talk. They don't care who those black-clothed masked people are, anyway, the Liuhe Sword Sect is bullying people.

Zhao He was shocked and angry, he was so bold on the left that he actually copied his back road. Could it be Deacon Zhan? This time, I'm afraid that Deacon Zhan will unite with this left-hand liner. This time the action is all a trap. At this time, Zhao He finally understood.

is full of regret, you shouldn't listen to Wang An's words, otherwise you won't fall into danger. The black-clothed masked man alone gave Zhao He great oppression. In the past, they were all masters of the Qi refining period. The killing intent is all over the sky, and there is a cold, bloodthirsty feeling, at a glance, it seems that they are all targeted by poisonous snakes, which is terrifying.

At this time, Zhao He pointed to the left line and said: "Left line! You are so bold, you actually dare to fight against the Liuhe Sword Sect, wait to destroy the family!"

"Aren't you doing this, since you don't give me a way to live. I'll fight for you, you give it to me!"

With a wave of his arm, the black-clothed masked man behind him rushed over like a ghost, his steps were strange, the sword light was dark, cold, and his swordsmanship was strange and concise, ferocious, and powerful, all of which were murderous swordsmanship. The disciples of the Liuhe Sword Sect are almost not the enemy of one move, not to mention the gap in cultivation, even if the experience of killing people is far behind. Although those black-clothed masked men were much more skilled in cultivation, they did not waste their energy at all. Even if the sword qi is not emitted, it still kills one person in one step. It's like chopping melons and vegetables.

For a while, blood was soaring, and the weapons were all without a single exchange, even if more than a dozen people from the Liuhe Sword Sect fell. Suddenly, the people of the Liuhe Plus faction couldn't help but retreat again and again. It seems that even the courage to fight is gone.

Over there, Wang An just stabilized his figure, held the bow and arrow, and several sword lights swept in, mighty, full of killing intent, it seemed that a poisonous snake spit letters, fierce, weird to the extreme, all of them were directly stabbed at Wang An's vital point, the sword light was dark, and it seemed that a black hole absorbed light. It must be highly poisonous.

Could it be that he is the killer of the killer building again, thinking about these things in his heart, but Wang An's hands are not slow. "Zheng!" A flash of sword light rose like a thunderbolt. The sword light flashed away, and Wang An was still standing there, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

I see, it's not the artistic conception, the strength is strong, the attack power is powerful, these killers don't use the artistic conception at all, it is a sword technique that is pure to the extreme, and even the sword qi is not emitted, only less than 10,000 catties of attack power, and they actually break their own sword skills. If it weren't for the huge difference in combat effectiveness. I'm afraid that this time it will be Wang An who will fall.

Wang An finally learned another trick. Maybe in this way, his combat power will be even stronger, and in the blink of an eye, Wang An is the key to figuring it out. At this time, the three black-clothed masked men who had attacked and killed Wang An earlier and stood not far from Wang An's side suddenly broke their bodies, split into two pieces and died directly, bleeding all over the place.

A faint cloud of blood rolled on Wang An's body, directly devouring the blood. It's slow to say, but it's actually something that happens instantaneously.

Kill them, figure out this, Wang An let out a long roar, the sword light was like lightning, and he killed the man in black. The sword light passed, and the screams were screaming, and there was no enemy. At this time, Wang An's sword technique also seemed to have changed, and the true qi was injected into the treasure knife, and it was not launched, and it seemed to be much less powerful.

Every time the knife is attacked, it still looks like thunder, but it is just like thunder, as if the artistic conception has not been transformed. At the same time, it gives people a more powerful sense of oppression, and the sword is more powerful, and the attack power is more than several times stronger. It's just that you can't hurt people with knife wind and knife qi, and you must kill them at close range. At the same time, this kind of attack gave Wang An a feeling of doing whatever he wanted, as if the treasure knife was an extended arm.

At this moment, Wang An seemed to have descended into the world as if he had killed a god, the blood clouds were churning, and the sword light was invincible. There is hardly a single move. The corpses fell, the blood rained everywhere, and for a time the blood flowed like a river, and the corpses were everywhere. At this moment, Wang An sensed the crisis of Zhao He and them, and immediately killed a few black-clothed people around him, and carried light skills, and the human and swords were combined into a knife light. It was like lightning struck the past, the sound of wind and thunder was loud, the air was broken, and cracks appeared in the space.

In an instant, he came to the forefront, and the lightning-like sword light flashed, and it seemed to circle around the invincible black-clothed masked man. Only then did Wang An's figure be revealed, standing in front of the disciples of the Liuhe Sword Sect. In a short period of time, most of the disciples of the Liuhe Sword Sect were killed or injured, and there were originally nearly a hundred in total, and the lowest were all warriors in the Tongmai period.

Now there are less than twenty left, including more than a dozen Hakka martial artists.

It was almost wiped out. Wang An stood there, murderous, blood clouds rolling. It's just that his face is a little pale, obviously this blow consumes a lot of energy, and the human knife is one, and he can control it to a blow. This sword control technique, although powerful, is an extremely energy-consuming, true qi attack.

At the same time, those black-clothed masked men, as if they were afraid of Wang An, stopped attacking. Zuoxing's eyes narrowed, revealing a look of fear, and then shouted: "What are you doing in a daze, don't attack quickly!"

"How to attack, look at how many are still alive!" said a masked man in black suddenly.

As he spoke, his right arm fell straight down, blood splattering. The man immediately used the remaining left arm to stop the bleeding. This seemed to be a signal, and all the black-clothed masked people fell. Of the dozens of black-clothed masked people, there are only a dozen or so who are the most proficient, and they are still all injured.

It's just shocking. The left row was taken aback. At this time, an invisible murderous aura permeated the scene, the atmosphere was extremely heavy, the momentum of the Liuhe Sword Sect was invigorating, and the attacks of the people on the left side all stopped.

Zuo Xing saw that it was not good, and immediately shouted: "Xiong Shan will stay if he doesn't make a move!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a sound of footsteps, as if the earth was shaking with the sound of those footsteps. It gives people a feeling that the ground is shaking and the mountains are shaking, and the standing is unstable.

Wang An turned his body and saw that on the opposite side of the small bridge, a strong man with a bow and arrow on his back and a sword in his hand walked over, naked and bulging muscles, just like the kind that can run a horse on his arms and stand on his fists. It gives people a strong sense of oppression, as if the mountains are pressing over, making people suffocate.

Every step of momentum is a strong point, even those Qi refining period guests of the Liuhe Sword Sect did not dare to stop his progress at this time, and retreated one after another, not even having the courage to make a move. Slowly walking ten meters in front of Wang An, Xiong Shan stopped, and then said: "You are Wang An, Wang An, who killed Murong Bai in all directions, scared Murong Bai to escape, and one of the two evils of the Liuhe Sword Sect." Wang An, who is known as the first person below the physical training period?"

As he spoke, there were still some doubts in his eyes. After all, Wang An looks relatively young.

Wang An nodded expressionlessly: "Not bad!"

Xiong Shan's body shook at this time, and the air exploded directly, and the sound of air explosion: "What a big breath, I have killed a lot of Qi training masters, why do you claim to be the first person under the training period." Today I want to see what is so great about you, I just took my arrow, and it seems that you are nothing more than that. You know, my swordsmanship is more powerful than a bow and arrow, Wang An, in the case that you are a junior, you should strike first!"

Wang An was still expressionless, but he moved, and forced towards Xiong Mountain step by step. At the same time, the momentum on his body soared into the sky, and it seemed to be stronger than Xiong Mountain, and there was a little feeling that the world was changing color.

Every step of the murderous aura, the killing intent is a strong point. Momentum is a point of strength. The blood cloud rolled, and the powerful momentum directly shattered the air, just three steps out. The momentum of the two is to collide together, "boom, boom, boom", the sound is constant, it seems that the two masters are fighting.

The sound of gas explosion, the energy is overflowing, and the sand is flying away. However, these had no effect on the two of them, Wang An still walked firmly and walked over step by step, as if every footstep was stepping on the hearts of the people watching the battle around him, and in the end, everyone's heartbeat seemed to be consistent with Wang An's pace.

It's unspeakably uncomfortable, and it's about to go crazy. One by one, they were extremely breathless.

Walking three meters in front of Xiong Shan, Wang An's momentum reached its peak. At this time, Wang An finally made a move. The sword flashed, like a thunderous blow, extremely fast and powerful, directly cutting through the air and cracking the space. At the same time, "Zheng!", Xiong Shan also shot.

The sword light flashed, the sword light filled the sky, it was a mighty sword, and a sword was unleashed. It seems that the sky is full of sword light, which makes people frightened and afraid. It was as if the mountains were directly suppressed. "Ding, ding, dang, dang", the sparks splashed everywhere, and the furious energy destroyed a qiē. Both of them were taken aback by this fight, and the other party was unexpectedly tough. Xiongshan is actually a mountain with perfect momentum, transformation, and at the same time the strength is incomparable, and it actually reaches two deniers. The power of the attack on the sword is still amazing.

Xiong Shan felt different, Wang An's strength was too strong. Directly shook the qi and blood, and every time he took the next sword, Xiong Shan had to take a step back, and the qi and blood were surging and he almost vomited blood.

Suddenly, the light flickered, and the two were still three meters apart. Wang An said expressionlessly at this time: "You go, cultivation is not easy, you are not my opponent!"

actually said such a thing, Zuo Xing was extremely surprised. You know, Xiong Shan is also known as the invincible storage zài under the training period, the fight just now was too fast, the left line is not seen clearly, and I don't know who loses and who wins.