A moment ago, the poison became the gossip, and one person formed a formation. The strength was overwhelming and invincible, and the power was almost invincible at the sixth rank.

The next moment, he would die with his eyes closed.

Such a flip was too intense and shocking, and Mei Feng's brain could hardly react, but then, the biting chill instantly swallowed him, causing the hairs behind his neck to stand up instantly.

No, not good!

Wang Anfeng's face was cold and hard, and he stood at the horse, looking at him indifferently.

The wound that had just broken out on his body was forced to tighten by Wang Anfeng's muscles, and no abnormality was exposed.

But the indescribable swelling and pain still made him almost unable to help but shout.

The Bagua poisonous array just now was the accumulation of Zhao Guang's hatred throughout his life.

A sixth-grade elder from a major sect devoted his life to life and lived for revenge.

This poisonous fog is the various strange poisons collected by this madman for thirty years, regardless of the cost. It is intimately combined with the Eight Trigrams of Heaven and Earth, and it is circulating with each other, and its power is naturally three more. Just now, Wang Anfeng used his own Hunyuan Gong to forcibly mix these poisonous fogs with Zhao Guang's poisonous fuzz and swallowed them into his body and turned them into vital energy.

With this huge vitality, he slashed out a sword that was far beyond his cultivation.

But he never expected that this poisonous fog was so huge and pure that it was far more than that.

As soon as he slashed, the internal force in his body suddenly became empty. The poisonous fog outside took advantage of the momentum and was transformed into a rolling vitality by the Hunyuan Gonggong, which was blocked tightly in the boy's meridians. Why did you slash out the second sword again, and now it is extremely difficult to mobilize the internal force.

If Mei Feng noticed it, he might be in danger.

Wang Anfeng was very clear about his mind, but there was no abnormal movement on his face. He immediately narrowed his eyes, raised his heavy knife, and slowly pulled it back behind his back. His movements and expressions were calm.

The heavy knife is as cold as ink, and the blade is cold.

Just now, nearly ten people had become ghosts under the blade, but there was no trace of blood on the blade at this time.

Wang Anfeng's movements were extremely slow.

Every time you move, the rolling vital energy in the meridians will fluctuate, and even break out of the body, causing greater pain.

Even though he practiced the peak unique skills of Shaolin horizontal training, he could eat the savings of a sixth-grade warrior for thirty years after his martial arts, even with his martial arts, it would be difficult to dissolve them for a while.

Thoughts moved, but the boy's face was still indifferent and still cold and hard. His black pupils did not contain any emotion, but just looked at Mei Feng, who was three feet away, with a pale complexion.

Mei Feng subconsciously took a step back half a step back.

At this moment, he had no desire to fight in his heart, and he wanted to run away. The pureness of the poisonous dragon and the crazy and cruel methods just now, he didn't know whether he could achieve it in this life, and even deep in his heart, he had already reached a conclusion.

Even if my martial arts continue to improve in this life, if I don’t have much chance, it would be almost a dream to achieve Zhao Guang’s level.

But in a blink of an eye, the master who had already made me feel beyond my reach, the old man who had accumulated thirty years of hatred, was destroyed by the young warrior in front of me, and directly chopped off his head. With the purity of his poisonous skills, he did not have the slightest power of fighting back, and was cut off the poisonous dragon energy and forced to kill him.

Since he already has such martial arts, he insists on waiting until his opponent uses his strongest move and kills him with another knife.

How overbearing this is!

What arrogance and confidence is this?!

Mei Feng felt despair for a moment, but in despair, he was also jealous and full of murderous intent, but even so, he did not dare to make any abnormal movements.

He could feel it.

The young man's indifferent gaze in front of him was falling on him.

At this time, the poisonous fog had gradually dissipated, but there was still a vast and powerful energy around the young man, which was vaguely stirring his left and right, as if he was accumulating his strength to take action. It seemed that the next moment, a knife would be like thunder, slashing from top to bottom, chopping off his Liuyang leader directly.

Mei Feng's body trembled slightly.

The despair in my heart became more and more depressed with the low and solemn sound of the sword.

This time...it will die.

If I had known this, I would have left directly before, and I would not have caused the fire to be so damned.

Wang Anfeng looked indifferently at the loss of his energy in front of him. He could not see that the middle-aged man who was strong outside and was fucked by the middle. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Thinking of his plan, he did not take the opportunity to drive away. Instead, he spoke slowly and said:

"Today, I won't kill you."

"You send a message to the Lord of the Bu Lao Pavilion."

Mei Feng had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this sentence. He was slightly stunned. Then he thought of something. His heart instantly shrank, and he suddenly raised his head, his face turned pale, and there was only a look of horror in his eyes.

Difficult, is it...

Wang Anfeng lightly knocked his horse's belly with his right foot. The thin red horse raised his head and his mane was flying. Although he was skinny, he had a proud character. The young man in black looked indifferent. He hid the knife back and held the heavy knife steadily on his back, as if he was whistling in a low voice because of loneliness.

The sound is solemn and slaughtered, mixed with the young man's voice, and it is almost impossible to tell. This is a knife making a human voice, or a human being a knife sound.

"I heard that the Lord of the Bu Lao Pavilion has a famous wine in the world, Changchun Wu Lao."

"I am very happy."

"I'm going to go into the mountains to get wine soon, remember..."

In the indifferent voice, the thin horse stepped on. Every time he stepped on, flames burned on the ground, and three breaths dissipated. It was extremely magical and made Mei Feng's heart sink continuously.

As a fifth-grade master, the Master of the Bulao Pavilion is naturally extraordinary, and he only has the qualifications to look up to him.

But at this moment, he didn't know whether the Pavilion Master, who seemed like an immortal, could withstand the madman's sword.

Thinking of the domineering and sharp sword that had broken the sky light and clouds just now, Mei Feng's heart was trembling and staggered back two steps, leaning against the tree trunk, slowly sitting on the ground, feeling confused and fearful in his heart, and the glory of escaping from the earth, and finally laughed out loud:

"madman……"

"It's really a lunatic..."

……………………………………

At this time, the red horse led Wang Anfeng to move rapidly. In a blink of an eye, it had already flew out of a distance and turned to the foot of the mountain. It seemed that the person behind could no longer see him. The footsteps of the thin horse instantly slowed down. Its power was like a dragon walking on the ground, but now it was listless, with a mane hanging down, his eyes half-closed, and he walked forward slowly.

Wang Anfeng's mouth twitched.

"You should leave quickly..."

The horse neighed lazily, and Wang Anfeng couldn't understand the horse's speech, but the horse's speed was slower, almost not much different from walking, which gave the boy a headache and whispered:

"You are not very energetic if you let go?"

The skinny horse sniffed disdainfully.

After walking for a while, the horse took Wang Anfeng down the mountain from another direction. At this moment, the sound of rushing through the sky came from the distance. Two figures wearing red clothes and holding battle swords walked in the air. In a blink of an eye, Wang Anfeng had already passed by and walked towards the top of the mountain.

The boy finally relaxed completely.

People from the Ministry of Justice of the Great Qin Dynasty are here.

Retracting his gaze, he found that the horse under him stood with his head held high, his mane moved with the wind, and his bones stood proudly, almost like a dragon in the world, majestic. Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned. At this time, the two figures fell on the mountain and could no longer see them.

The red horse, who was still extremely powerful just now, instantly stood up, and became lazy again, making a loud noise and walking forward slowly.

Wang Anfeng's mouth twitched slightly, looked at the lazy horse under his crotch, turned his head and looked at the traces of energy left by the two sixth-grade masters just now. Thinking of the opponent he faced when this horse was showing his power, a feeling of depression and powerlessness suddenly arose in his heart.

He understood.

This smelly horse...

Sure enough, he is worthy of being the mount that the third master is interested in.

With a sigh, Wang Anfeng could only let the horse run lazily, while he himself sat on the horse's back, thinking about the next step of the game, and sighed at what he said to Mei Feng, but he was just a scam, intending to use his power to kill Zhao Guang in an instant, to make this sixth-grade warrior misjudged his strength, and then relying on his advice to create a powerful opponent for Bu Lao Pavilion that does not exist.

When Bulaoge was on guard for this opponent, he secretly transferred Chuan Lian and Meng Yuexue to Fufeng County City.

Build a plank road openly and cross Chencang secretly.

And how to make the entire Bu Lao Pavilion fall into alert as if facing a great enemy is the second move.

He had already thought about how to proceed at this step.

Waiting for implementation.

While thinking, he reached into his arms and took out an exquisite jade bottle with special pills that stimulated the speed of the golden bell cover. He was preparing to use his internal power to extract the energy filled in the meridians, incorporate it into himself, and cleanse his body.

But just as he opened the jade bottle, he had not had time to swallow it, Wang Anfeng felt a feeling of nausea rising in his heart. He almost instinctively took action, as anxious as thunder, plugging the jade bottle again, and his face turned toward the side, opened his mouth and breathed heavily.

OK, I want to vomit...

He swallowed 70% of the sixth-grade warriors at one time and had thirty years of savings.

This time, he was really 'eat enough'.

ps: The first update is presented...
Chapter completed!