Like a shadow.

The boy in a blue shirt was walking in front of him, his thoughts were attracted by the jade pendant in his hand. Even at this time, the distance he took was the same, as if he was measuring it with a ruler, and his footsteps were extremely rhythmic, showing an extremely solid foundation of body movements.

This should be something worthy of praise.

But now it is because of this solid foundation of body skills that people can take advantage of it.

The figure was extremely agile and made a sound, and the sound was extremely light. Whenever he fell into his footsteps, he was in the footsteps of the young man. The subtle sound was covered by Wang Anfeng's footsteps, just like a ghost in the legendary story, approaching the young man.

When we were three steps away from Wang Anfeng, the clouds and mist in the sky gathered and dispersed, covering the bright moon.

The visitor gently tiptoed on the bluestone slab, no longer covering his body. His energy was full and he swelled, swelling left and right, and rose up, like a flying eagle holding its wings, buckled its five fingers inward with its left hand, twisted its body and turned its wrist, and grabbed the jade pendant in Wang Anfeng's hand. He picked up the five fingers of his hand, like a crane's sharp beak, falling to Wang Anfeng's left shoulder.

One move and two moves aroused the rush to break through the sky.

Wang Anfeng seemed to be surprised, and his right hand shook, and the jade pendant fell down. The moon-white mist gathered at the dragon's head brought out dazzling lines. The visitor subconsciously snatched the lower hand and grabbed the beautiful jade in his hand, but his posture was distorted and he was about to regain his energy.

Wang Anfeng took a step back, bent his right arm and elbow naturally fell toward the back.

Because I had not noticed the murderous intent, I only used seven points of my strength.

With the banging sound, the man's body was a little stiff. Wang Anfeng had experienced a lot of battle in Shaolin Temple. He immediately knew that the opponent's internal strength was similar to his. He raised his right hand and held it on his wrist. The thunder flashed by and hit his meridians.

The latter's right hand trembled slightly, and the moon fell down and was caught by Wang Anfeng. When the visitor noticed something was wrong, he wanted to retreat quickly. His body technique was quite exquisite. He had already set a distance of three steps from Wang Anfeng in an instant. At this moment, the young man's right hand was instantly held on the hilt of the sword behind him. With the sound of a whistle, he drew his sword out of the sheath.

The wooden sword slashed an arc in the air.

The clouds clear and the fog dissipates, and the moonlight is bright.

Under the moonlight, a boy in black, about 17 or 18 years old, was pale in his face. He stood on the ground with a stiff body and did not dare to move at all.

The eight-sided wooden sword was not more than an inch or a minute short, just hitting his throat, as if he had experienced countless calculations, and it was precisely amazing, and it was this accuracy that made him feel incredibly terrifying.

Looking at the blue-shirted boy with a calm expression under the moonlight, he recalled every detail he had just taken, and felt a chill climbing upwards along his back, and then grabbed the heart in his chest.

Been seen through?!

The boy in black had slightly contracted his pupils.

The jade pendant fell.

Retreat, take action, draw the sword.

Everything is in his calculations?!

Feeling the stinging pain in his throat, he had no doubt that this long sword that looked like wood could easily pierce his throat.

If he had drawn his sword just now, or had taken a step forward...

Thinking of this, a cold sweat appeared on his back. He felt that he was walking around in front of the Hall of Yama, raised his hands and spread his five fingers to show that he did not bring any weapons. A harmless smile appeared on his face, and said:

"Relax……"

"Create the book, please relax..."

I was gritting my teeth in my heart.

Wait for a while, my elder sister comes over to clean up you. You must look good!

At this moment, I saw the young man in front of me nodding slightly, and his long sword was still pointing in front of his throat, without any swaying, his eyebrows were calm and shallow, and he turned to the east side. He casually hung the moon-white jade pendant around his waist with his left hand, his posture was idle and his temperament was clean, just like a cold plum under the moon, and he invited his friends to gather together and said casually:

"Since you're here, why don't you come out and see you?"

The voice paused slightly, and the boy in black felt a slight heart. But seeing that the alley was still as quiet as ever, without any response, I felt relieved.

It's so dangerous, my elder sister's head is not as easy as before.

At this point, my mind relaxed slightly, and then I discovered something that was really worth caring about, and my pupils were slightly widened.

wrong!

This book collection really discovered the eldest sister’s head?!

Looking at the boy ahead, I wonder if it was because of the fear in his heart, he felt that the bookkeeper who had been newly promoted to the Star List in front of him became more and more unfathomable.

The alley walls made of bluestone on both sides were covered with moss, deep and quiet, spreading towards the far distance of sight, as if endless, covering the two artistic conceptions of "this" and "that". The young man holding the sword stood on the earth, and the bright moon was in the sky. In a trance, he almost felt that he was not facing an ordinary boy, but the bright moon sky, the world in front of him.

Just when he was shocked, he saw the book collector in front of him and turned to look at him and said seriously:

"According to our Qin Dynasty's laws, attacking and killing others for no reason is one of the six crimes of killing, and the crime is unforgivable."

"You can rectify the Dharma on the spot and kill it without any guilt."

The smile on the boy in black froze.

Then he noticed that the wooden sword on his neck was gradually increasing its strength. It was indeed a sharp edge that was as sharp as he imagined. His skin was easily cut open. The slightly bright evening breeze in the autumn night poured into the torn muscle blood vessels, with a unique touch that made people tremble.

Warm blood flowed down the wound.

Then it was blown by the night wind, which brought the final temperature away and slowly solidified.

The boy in black shivered, and his eyes were too serious about the bookkeeping in front of him, which gave him a feeling of being really dying. He could not attack before, but the terror of being captured instantly was magnified infinitely at this time, and turned into a fear of facing death, which made him unable to help but howl and scream:

"Big sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed sister-headed

"This guy is really playing, he really wants to chop me up!"

"Save people!"

Wang Anfeng was unmoved, Wu Changqing's teaching echoed in his ears, and his actions became more steadily. The woman hiding beside him seemed to be unable to hold back. A powerful energy fell three feet in front of Wang Anfeng, slashing a crack on the ground.

Gravel splashed.

Wang Anfeng stepped on the position of the Nine Palaces of Taoist Gate, turned his body behind the boy in black, holding a sword in his right hand, turning his left hand into claws, and pressing it on the throat of the boy in black. If he wanted to inject internal energy, his five fingers were as hard as steel. With the force of his muscles and bones, he could cruelly tear him apart, and use this as a threat.

It was not until this moment that he felt a little relieved, and he had time to look at the woman in front of him. He saw her wearing a black and red outfit, with a heroic look, and saw the Daqin-style battle knife she held in her hand, and saw her stroking her forehead with her hands, looking at the screaming boy in black with helpless face.

A familiar cold voice sounded in Wang Anfeng's ears, his expression remained unchanged, his eyes shifted from the girl's body, he looked sideways towards a shadow, and said softly:

"Why haven't this general come out yet?"

The other two people present changed their expressions slightly. After a moment of silence, a middle-aged man stepped out from that shadow. He was wearing light leather armor, with a rough outline, thick eyebrows, and a lingering force in his breath.

There was a long sword behind her back, with copper-colored tiger patterns, as if it was stained with blood, and was covered with red rust.

Holding his fists and saying in a deep voice:

"I dare not be called a general."

The girl exhaled, stroked her forehead with her hands, and sighed:

"All people are coming out, I'm so tired and generous."

"Just treat this idiot as a fucking thing and let it go."

Wang Anfeng nodded and let go of the boy's left hand. The latter staggered and almost fell to the ground. As soon as he broke free from the shackles, he pressed the wound on his neck with one hand and howled:

"Sister, give me the golden sore medicine..."

The sound stopped abruptly and took off his right hand. There was only a slight blood stain on it, as if it had accidentally wiped the skin. However, the fear that seemed to be about to be lingchi still lingered in my heart and refused to dissipate. A dull and confused look appeared on my face.

Wang Anfeng took back the long sword in his right hand and his energy dissipated.

If these few people have malicious intentions towards them, then it doesn’t matter whether their small martial arts are in hand to face the middle-aged man. It still depends on Mr. Ying to bring him back to Shaolin.

Putting the sword away can make him feel confused and confused.

If the other party's move is just a test and has no murderous intention, then his move will appear even more open and calm.

The girl opposite was thinking, waved her hand and put the sword in her hand into the sheath, clasped her fists and said with a smile:

"To disturb me today, I wanted him to contact the Lord, but I didn't expect him to take action."

"If there is any offense, I still hope to take it."

Wang Anfeng shook his head and signaled that he didn't care. He had many doubts about the sudden incident tonight.

Unlike the pursuit in Baihu Hall, whether it was the boy in black, the girl in front of him, or the taciturn middle-aged man, there was no sign of any sign.

The other party called him the Bookkeeper several times, and obviously found him based on this title.

But he really didn't know what's special about the name of Bookkeeping?

He immediately clasped his fists and bowed slightly, and asked:

"I'm in the lower king Anfeng, I don't know what you are going tonight?"
Chapter completed!