In the courtyard, the lightning dissipated.

Wang Anfeng couldn't help coughing out blood, his face became paler. His shoulder, which had been injured when he visited Zhao's mansion at the night before, finally broke his power under this sword.

The sword blade pierced into the body and then pulled out suddenly.

Blood flowed down the wound.

Zhao Zhengyong took the sword and took a step back, as if he was afraid. When he found that Wang Anfeng's breath was gradually sluggish, he felt relieved and looked around. However, he saw that Xiong Ying was dead, and another third-grade warrior was seriously injured by counterattack.

Wang Anfeng has gone through several battles and his aura has long since stopped being sharper.

Looking at this courtyard, there is no warrior who can be stronger than himself.

Zhao Zhengyong's anger gradually began to disappear. The corners of his mouth slightly aroused. After losing all his despair, a kind of confidence and calmness, the feeling of mastering the overall situation arose in his heart. He glanced at Wang Anfeng and stepped in front of Wang Anfeng. He seemed to have a anxious chat. He suddenly laughed out loud and said:

"after all……"

"After the winner is me, the winner is me..."

Although the voice was joyful, confused and hatred, the sword in his palm raised and pointed it towards Wang Anfeng's throat. At this time, Tan Yurou actually blocked Wang Anfeng's face. Although Zhao Zhengyong knew that the beautiful girl in front of him was actually not at all force, an unspeakable chill rose in his heart. The sword in his hand couldn't help but pause slightly.

Wang Anfeng gritted his teeth, raised his hand and grabbed Tan Yurou, and said:

"Go to the back."

He had not completely lost his combat power at this time. How could he let a weak woman block in front of him? Tan Yurou glanced at him, pursed his lips, spoke softly, and said:

"Then, young man, be careful..."

After saying that, he seemed to be going backwards, but he directly hit Wang Anfeng. The latter did not want to hurt her internal force, and almost subconsciously took half a step back to remove his own strength. But who would have thought that Tan Yurou would step forward suddenly at this moment, and her speed was extremely fast.

An exquisite dagger slid out from the palm of his right hand and stabbed Zhao Zhengyong.

Zhao Zhengyong's heart trembled suddenly. Even though he was unwilling to admit it, the events that happened tonight made him feel fearful of the girl in front of him. He took three steps back, and the sword in his hand raised and stabbed towards the dagger.

A crisp sound.

The dagger in Tan Yurou's hand had no strength at all and was directly bounced away, while the sword in Zhao Zhengyong's hand almost instinctively drew a curve and pointed it at the girl's throat.

Wang Anfeng stretched out his palm behind him, but the penetrating injury on his shoulder made his movements froze. His fingertips only slashed over the girl's black hair, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Tan Yurou's eyes were very quiet.

Watching the sword light quietly, getting closer and closer.

In this game, the only way to solve it lies in her.

As long as she dies, the remaining situation is just a conflict between two forces in the world. Wang Anfeng has no reason to stay here to die. With the strength that the young man had just shown with Xiong Ying, if he wanted to leave, with Zhao Zhengyong's strength, he would definitely not be able to keep him.

Tan Yuru's eyes flowed and he spoke silently.

Sorry, young man...

This is the last time I've lie to you.

The sword light was sharp and was about to enter.

At this moment, Zhao Zhengyong suddenly noticed a shocking chill that appeared in his heart. He felt a sudden slap in his heart. He didn't care about the strong attack and turned to the side. However, just took half a step, the shoulder on his left was broken and his face turned pale.

A spear appeared in the courtyard.

Above the gun blade, red tassels blew.

Fierce as fire.

The gun suddenly stagnated in the air, and then it sprinkled endless cold light, red tassels danced wildly, sprinkled a sea of ​​flames, and instantly attacked Zhao Zhengyong. The latter was already old and weak, and had experienced hard battles. His strength was already only 70% left.

What's more, the martial arts of the visitor are above him.

At this time, the murderous intent was even more fierce.

Under the continuous spear light like autumn rain, Zhao Zhengyong was left with only defensive power. The person suddenly lowered his body and slid forward with his knees. The spear in his palm was immediately lowered by several inches. Zhao Zhengyong was not careful for a moment, and his palm was penetrated directly by the spear. He screamed, and the weapon in his palm fell to the ground immediately.

At the same time, the gun tip was as straight as fangs, and instantly penetrated from bottom to top, through several large acupoints, and then it was like a long stick. The handle of the gun was slanted and burst out with great force. Even though Zhao Zhengyong tried his best to resist, he could not stabilize his body. He was lifted up several feet and coughed out a large mouthful of blood.

The next moment, the spear was like a dragon and threw it out directly. In just a moment, it penetrated Zhao Zhengyong's heart, accompanied by the solemn energy on the gun blade, and instantly shattered his heart.

A generation of masters in the martial arts world actually failed to even make an effective counterattack, so they were killed here.

Gongsun Jing exhaled a breath of turbid air, turned around, looked at Wang Anfeng, and looked at the thunder that had not yet completely dissipated above the young man's body. In a trance, he seemed to see another person.

He pursed his lips and did not hold his fists to salute.

At this time, the leader of the Giant Whale Gang, who was extremely mature, suddenly knelt on the ground like the irritable and reckless young man in his memory.

Lift your right hand and press it on your shoulder.

This is a ceremony for the Great Qin army.

He shouted in a deep voice:

"My subordinate Gongsun Jing has met the young master."

At this moment, a thunderous sound of horse hooves sounded on the quiet street, and then became more heroic, more urgent and bright. A black war horse jumped into the courtyard, and immediately a man held a sword in his hand and turned over and fell off his horse, saying:

"My subordinate Li San, I have met the young master!"

The endless sound of horse hooves came to an abrupt end.

With the sharp sound of slaughtering, the bows suddenly pulled apart, and the powerful crossbow, with a solemn aura, locked everyone in the courtyard, accompanied by frost-like sights, and the astonishing murderous intent burst out.

"I've seen the young master!"

"We, the guards are late!"

The remaining warriors all fell to the ground, and they kept roaring.

Above the sky, the tiger presses its claws, becoming more and more majestic.

……………………………………………

The riots in Xidingzhou came to an end.

Overnight.

Apart from Tan Mansion, there was no second Jianghu organization in the city of Xidingzhou. The leader of the 27th Company Gang, who was originally far away from the world, died in battle. Zhao Zhengyong, the Divine Fist, died under Gongsun Jing, the mansion of the Swallow Cloud Gun.

The 27th Company Gang's garrison has been completely controlled by the Giant Whale Gang who came in secret.

On the second day, Tan Tianxiong died suddenly in Tanfu.

All the forces in the Tanfu were controlled by their only blood relatives, Tan Yurou.

Talk to the Mansion.

"Come on, young man, open your mouth..."

Wang Anfeng sat on the bed, holding a bowl in Tan Yurou's hand, and feeding it to the boy with a smile.

Wang Anfeng's mouth twitched slightly.

Although he was injured, it was far from such a level. Tan Yurou didn't care about anything at all. The latter had no martial arts skills, so he couldn't move. The most important thing is that Gongsun Jing and Na Laosan were also happy to see this.

He won't go to the kitchen at all.

Compared to the "pig food" that the two rubbed out, the girl made at least a look.

After much persuasion, Tan Yurou reluctantly gave up the feeding plan. Wang Anfeng raised his neck and drank the bowl of porridge into his mouth. The strong smell stimulated the boy's throat and made him want to spit it out directly. However, the ingredients in the meal made him reluctant to spit it out at all, so he could only swallow it with two packs of hot tears in his heart.

Tan Yurou looked at Wang Anfeng, pursed her lips, and smiled casually:

"By the way, after the young hero, are you going to find your friend?"

Wang Anfeng's expression turned solemn, nodded, and said in a deep voice:

"nature."

"Miss Tan, is there any news?"

Tan Yuru paused slightly, shook his head and said:

"Not yet, but it should be soon."

"Then, where will the young hero go after this matter is over?"

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, thought for a while, and said:

"After, go back to Fufeng City..."

"And what...what after all the things in the world are handled?"

"Where are you going again..."

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, and his heart was a little confused for a moment and could not answer.

Tan Yuru lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and a red look appeared on his cheeks. He pursed his lips, his voice soft and soft, and said:

"Hey, young hero, look, you haven't married, I haven't married."

“It’s better…”

Seeing his appearance, Wang Anfeng looked at his appearance and had experienced what happened three days ago, how could he not know that although the girl in front of him was not bad, he was also a person with strategy. He was definitely not shy about what he saw in front of him. He stepped back a little and said helplessly:

"Talking about girls, don't tease me anymore."
To be continued...