The last thunder struck the ground.

Plasma flowed everywhere, flowing within a hundred feet. In Wang Anfeng's eyes, the man standing straight, seemed to be like a god and a demon in the world, with his might, and then the lightning dissipated. The figure coughed out a breath of burnt air and fell forward to the ground in an extremely neat way, with no movement.

Under the faint moonlight, Xu Sixing was already charcoal black.

The surrounding ground was raging.

Wang Anfeng exhaled a long breath of turbid air and slowly lowered his tight right hand.

The huge aura originating from the divine weapon completely disappeared, bringing a sense of perceived weakness and the fatigue of forcibly controlling the changes in the celestial phenomena with its own aura.

Ordinary third-grade warriors can trigger visions, but those visions are caused unconsciously or passively, which can greatly enhance the power of each move of the warrior and will also be greatly consumed.

The top third-grade masters have reached a higher level, and they can take the initiative to influence the changes of heaven and earth. The Confucianism says that the mind of my heart is the mind of heaven, and the Taoist sect and heaven and earth are one, which is the same.

The Confucian master’s words are the law, and the leader of the sword’s way is heaven and earth are the sword.

A true master of Thunder, after mobilizing Thunder, can use Thunder as a weapon to perform moves, but the consumption is also huge and cannot use conventional means of fighting.

Wang Anfeng had not reached this level, but forced himself to climb the tower with his energy. Now he felt a stinging pain on his forehead, as if countless tiny lightning were wandering in his brain, but in a flash he controlled his body with his continuous ascetic practice.

Raise your hand and pull out the wooden sword that is stuck on the ground, wrap it around in circles with blue cloth, and move it without any rush or slowness.

The talismans that were originally flowing with flowing light on both sides of the wooden sword were dull at this time, as if they were just ordinary decorations, and there was no trace of the magical magic at all. There was no aura belonging to the divine weapon, and even the activity of spiritual charm was reduced to an invisible level.

Unless it is a master of the Mohist craftsman who is proficient in the casting of divine weapons, no one can see that this ordinary wooden sword is a completely awakened divine weapon. He will only be regarded as a peach wood sword used for Taoist rituals, and ignore it at a glance.

It was all because the aura on it had been temporarily borrowed by Wang Anfeng. If this sword had not been awakened by him, he was born to recognize him as the main one. If he wanted to borrow the aura of the divine weapon, Wang Anfeng's cultivation level would have to be at least above the fourth level and close to the realm of the Tianmen.

There are 72 counties under the jurisdiction of the Great Qin Dynasty, and each county has a pillar state to suppress it. Most of them are fourth-grade warriors who rely on god-like weapons to absorb energy and forcefully climb the tower. There are no more than ten who can become masters by relying on their own martial arts realm.

If it weren't for the Qin Dynasty's victory over Liuhe and the secret treasures and magic weapons hidden by the royal family of the six kingdoms, the Qin Dynasty would not have had such a big move to suppress this vast territory with seventy-two master-level warriors at one time.

Wang Anfeng carried the wooden sword back again, and then took the initiative to walk towards Xu Sixing. Gong Yu followed him with the frightened Dongfang Ximing.

Dongfang Ximing still felt a little trembling in his heart, hid behind Gong Yu, following along, watching the changes around him.

The more you walked, the changes on the ground became more and more shocking. The ground was charred and many cracks broke out. Just as the lightning fell, I didn't know what else I had slashed, and the huge and extremely blazing white light burst out again and again, with an impact range of more than ten feet.

The inner and outer canals of Liangzhou City were all drawn from a large river flowing through Xianping County and dug through a waterway. The canal used for diversion was dozens of miles long. It took several months before the thunder struck down, a canal was forcibly opened by Xu Sixing and landed in the canal that was about five meters wide.

When he walked by, Dongfang Ximing saw that the entire river surface was boiling. One by one, bubbles rose and exploded on the water surface. The steam was steaming, and the white steam rose, obstructing the view.

Dongfang Ximing couldn't help but think of his grandfather's description of the warrior. The warrior who truly reached the peak was actually no longer a big difference from the changes in the world such as mountain torrents and earth dragons turning over.

Xu Sixing was still a distance ahead, and this arrogant warrior still burst out with extremely exquisite body techniques at the last moment.

If Wang Anfeng had not been able to use the thunder power that had previously stabbed into him with the Prajna Palm as a mark, he might have really been able to escape. Even so, he had to withstand for a while, and then ran for several miles before being knocked down.

Now he fell not far ahead.

As he approached, Dongfang Ximing's small nose wrinkled, and he smelled a scent of coke, which was a bit pungent, but there was a hint of barbecue inside. He was stunned for a moment, and then realized what it was. His face turned pale and he felt nauseous and nauseous.

Without seeing any movement, a white sword light appeared beside Gong Yu, swimming around them like a swimming fish. The cold air that was not consistent with the autumn night dispelled all the odor and could not be within five steps.

Wang Anfeng's expression was as usual and he walked forward slowly.

When the magic thief sect practice was activated, a breeze naturally blew by, covering Gong Yu and Dongfang Ximing, and the odor was blown away.

Thunder was introduced into the ground, so it did not cause any particularly great damage. However, Xu Sixing, who had almost become a piece of coke, proved the power of the thunder just now to those who saw him.

Ordinary fifth-grade warriors can control the wind and will not be particularly afraid of the power of thunder and strong wind.

For example, when Master Fu Mo went to Qingfeng to solve the problem, he encountered several thunders. Even if this master was not good at fighting and light skills, he could avoid it without any danger.

After all, the lightning encountered at that time was just a natural celestial phenomenon. At most, it would only divide some of the power because the warrior approached, and could not break the aura of the third-grade warrior.

Just now, it was all the lightning. With the frequency of three thunders per breath, it continued to slash for about thirty breaths. Moreover, using the thunder force that Wang Anfeng had penetrated into his body before as a pull, almost a hundred thunders can be said to be smashing straight towards Xu Sixing, with few deviations.

Even normal fourth-grade warriors could not support it. Moreover, Xu Sixing was attacked by Wang Anfeng before, and his vast aura as big as a river and sea had been dispersed once. His internal organs were injured by the power of the Vajra palm. He was not a person with strong external skills. He only resisted the first thunder with his strong internal strength, and then he was ravaged for twenty breaths.

Wang Anfeng signaled the two people behind him to stop, and he walked forward seven steps alone, leaned over and looked at Xu Sixing. When he leaned over, he raised his right hand slightly, and the energy turned three hundred weeks in one breath. There was already ten thousand thick and heavy Vajra palm power on it. He was only prepared to take his life if this person pretended to be injured and waited for an opportunity to rise up.

The people in the Shenwu Mansion had gathered behind Gong Yu and the others, and were still silent.

The fat man who had been shouting wildly before, who dared to stop me, had been shot to death by the broken martial crossbow that was specialized in horizontal practice in the Shenwu Mansion. His body was densely filled with crossbow arrows, and his hands and feet were spread out and he was like a fat hedgehog, and he was so dead.

The head captain Cao Limin saw Wang Anfeng marching, and then looked at the warrior who was no different from a piece of coke on the ground, and his cheek muscles twitched slightly.

He was an old soldier in the Shenwu Mansion back then. Although he was unable to participate in the famous battle of one mansion to defeat one country, he did not lose two important battles of siege and killing Yan State and the final strangle of the Martial Saint of the Jingguo Kingdom. He had already accumulated military merits and was promoted to the general of the army. Later, because of his resentment, he fell into the world and had rich fighting experience.

So he saw Wang Anfeng's hanging right hand at a glance and saw the twisted air between his five fingers.

I saw Wang Anfeng's left hand quietly pressing against the hilt of the bar on his waist.

The blade had even been unsheathed.

Then Cao Limin looked at the pile of coke again and was full of pity. If this man was not unconscious and was waiting for an opportunity to rise, the result that was waiting for him would either be slapped on the forehead with a palm, slapped his head into a rotten watermelon, or after being knocked down, he would wipe his neck with a hind knife.

He felt that even if he was awake, he would fall into a coma.

A fourth-grade warrior who has become so frustrated is a matter of frustration.

Wang Anfeng stopped and checked carefully, and only felt an extremely weak breath and heartbeat. If he were an ordinary person, he would have to wait for death. He was a martial arts master who was hit by a thunder and could still live tenaciously.

This fourth-grade master who planned the Liangzhou City today and was ruthless and decisive in his methods has been completely seriously injured. Even a weak and sickly boy came, he could be slammed into his neck with a knife and could be sharpened.

There is still a breath of vitality left now because the internal strength of the years of hard work has not yet dissipated, the limbs and bones are charred, and the hands and feet are twitching slightly from time to time due to the residual thunder force, which looks quite miserable.

Wang Anfeng put his palm on the hilt of the sabre that he had taken from Li Hu's hand. He thought in his heart that he should have killed Xu Sixing directly, but today the incident of Xu Sixing's abducting Dongfang Ximing was a bit abrupt and illogical, which left him with many doubts and confusions.

The Dongfang family is one of the four major families in the Great Qin River and Lake. They established their families with magical techniques. Although there is a branch in the main lineage that does not practice martial arts and only watches stars and measures phenomena, they are not without superb martial arts. Since they can be named in the Jianghu River for hundreds of years, they must have hidden master-level means.

Xu Sixing in front of him was not too strong, but too weak.

Wang Anfeng was almost 100% sure that behind this ruthless warrior, there were other people. All his subordinates were dead, and he was the only one who knew the truth, so Xu Sixing could not lose his life here.

Although he has been struck by thunder until he is half mature, with the physical fitness of the middle third-grade warriors, combined with the medicinal refinement, it only takes three months to recover.

If you want to restore to the level of being able to speak, it will only take one or two months.

As for how to pry open his mouth, Wuxin should have many ways.

When he thought of this, he no longer hesitated. In the eyes of the rest, Wang Anfeng just walked slowly to Xu Sixing, leaned over to check, and then the barrier knife in his hand was out of the sheath with a roar, leaving four sharp sword lights in the air, breaking Xu Sixing's tendons and legs.

Cao Limin couldn't help but secretly praise him in his heart.

The pain of breaking hands and feet was that even in the deepest coma, Xu Sixing couldn't help but tremble.

The sword light immediately gathered into one, gently tapped Xu Sixing's dantian, and simply tapped his dantian.

There is wind blowing around, constantly.

Wang Anfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and turned to holding the knife in his right hand. His left hand pressed against the tail end of the hilt. The barrier knife in his palm suddenly shook.

There was a sound of bubbles breaking in the air, and Wang Anfeng's clothes raised, and immediately, with Wang Anfeng and the others as the center, a whirlwind that could be seen in the naked eye burst out and spread around.

The remaining clouds and mist in the sky were rolled up and dissipated.

The moonlight has dimmed, and a ray of light has emerged in the east.

The qi and internal energy in Xu Sixing's body poured out continuously, not only the simple strong wind, but also faintly caused changes in the world and formed a tornado, covering him and Wang Anfeng.

Xu Sixing's breath of vitality is now completely preserved by the subconscious protection of the qi in his body. At this point, the vitality naturally begins to dissipate.

If you are an ordinary warrior, you will have no other way to protect Xu Sixing with your own energy at this time, but instead you will be burdened. But if you do not waste your energy, you will be raising a tiger after he recovers. Although the tendons of the hand and foot tendons are important, there are many masters in the third grade who can travel across the world with their earth-shaking internal skills.

This is a dilemma. When an expert in the martial arts world encounters such a thing, he will most likely choose to use his own energy to prosper his life, or simply waste his hands and feet and leave a body of energy behind.

But Wang Anfeng was the only exception among the ten people. While Xu Sixing's energy dissipated, he seemed to have expected it. With a slap of the belt around his waist, dozens of silver light shot out, like stars, landing on the acupoints around Xu Sixing.

Immediately, using his own energy as a wall, the energy that could barely keep Xu Sixing's vitality blocked, and the rest would be allowed to dissipate. The whirlwind finally took shape, expanded, and floated Wang Anfeng's clothes.

Wang Anfeng shouted softly, and thunder spread above his body.

The thunder visible to the naked eye spreads with him as the center, blocking the whirlwind three steps away and cannot be approached.

Although there is no way to borrow the aura of the divine weapon, with his own strength, suppressing the strange phenomena of heaven and earth caused by the unconscious is not an unsolvable problem.

The sound of the wind sobbed, connecting the world, which was quite spectacular, but in the eyes of the warrior who witnessed this scene, there was a kind of sadness in his undivided position. This means that a warrior at the fourth level spent countless energy to practice completely dissipated.

Tielin rushed out, beside him were the martial soldiers and yamen runners who had come along, the injured sixth-rank city gate order at the city gate, and the iron guards of the city, which carried more than a hundred people.

When Tielin saw that he was rushing over, he saw Dongfang Ximing next to Gong Yu at first sight. He was slightly stunned. He immediately saw the people of the Shenwu Mansion who were more like soldiers in the army than those in the martial arts world, and saw the whirlwind and thunder that ran through the sky and the earth.

His steps stopped, and thoughts flocked to him.

Is that girl the arrested Dongfang family?

She is here, that is to say, Feng An saved her?

Feng An rushed out, really to save people? Then his disguise and his relationship with Wuxin, that evil aura that was like a first-class fierce man?

One thought after another in his mind, he became more and more confused.

According to the original speculation, Feng An was unable to satisfy his intentions, so his so-called reason for saving people was just an excuse. There were clues and evidence that made him more and more confident in Feng An's true identity.

But now, the feeling of peace of mind that Dongfang Ningxin showed was like an unreasonable move, disrupting all his original calculations and no longer valid.

The city gate that woke up from its coma made the sight pass by the whirlwind.

His gaze fell more on the traces around him, on the warriors of the Shenwu Mansion. The latter's aura and exquisite mechanical crossbow on him, which made him a little scared. When he saw the still boiling river water, he finally couldn't help but gasp, and his mind was frozen.

This section of the river has almost been boiled.
To be continued...