The already gray-haired general looked at Wang Anfeng and said:

"I really dare to say it, what did you know?"

"Since we are going to stop us, we will fight to the death."

He threw down the knife in his hand with his right hand. A martial soldier was already sending a spear over two meters behind him, called a spear, but it was more like a military flag. The red flag tangled around the gun, and the gun blade was cold and sharp, filled with blood and courage.

With just raising his hand, it seemed like a roar of the dragon, which was exactly the same as the battle formation technique used by Gongsun Jing before, but it was vast and majestic and majestic.

With the achievements of the people in front of him, he is not as tall as the one who can help the wind and pierce the mountain. He is in a dignified manner, and the fighting force of the soldiers is overwhelming and crushing down.

Use softness to overcome hardness, and hardness also breaks softness.

Wang Anfeng was silently inserted the horizontal knife in his hand to the ground.

The right hand was opened, accompanied by a faint flowing light. A long sheathed sword appeared from nothing to something. After holding it tightly, the originally simple scabbard began to shatter from both sides of the blade, revealing the ancient wooden sword body. There were extremely dense Taoist sect mottos on both sides, sharp and solemn.

The language is useless at this time.

Under Xiuyun North Mountain, two figures stepped forward to fight again after leaving for a few breaths.

All the other sects of warriors were evacuated at the foot of the mountain, but they had not left directly. Yue Yue's eyes were red and she murmured: "Master, senior brother, he..."

Xing Lingxue was speechless. Her hands were previously broken by the warrior with superb light skills. Now they have just resumed and cannot recover their full state. The famous sword was placed horizontally on her knees and was about to answer, but suddenly they noticed that the famous sword was trembling in the sheath.

Xing Lingxue was stunned, suddenly noticed something, and looked sideways in the direction of the mountain.

Everyone from the major sects of the thirty-six countries looked in that direction. The sky was high and blue, and the sword in their hands kept roaring in a low voice.

An amazing sword light rose into the sky.

Sword technique, send troops to solve the problem.

The sword is chanting and clear.

The sharp sword energy moved forward, and the wooden sword in Wang Anfeng's palm was slightly on the big gun opposite. His footsteps did not stop and had already appeared on one side. The sword in his hand turned and pulled the blade horizontally towards the side of the armored general's abdomen, rubbing out a series of sparks.

Zhang Qi retreated backwards, widened the distance, rotated the spear in his palm for a round, forced the sword to open, and then held both hands on the centerline of the spear body, accompanied by his body technique, the gun submachine and the gun tail continued to attack.

The gun in his hand is very powerful and grand, but no matter what move he uses, he will be interrupted by an opponent who is not even half of him at the most critical moment, and it is difficult to fully display his martial arts. However, even so, he can use his own experience in combat to fight the enemy with only half of the move, and not be broken in an instant.

The sword in Wang Anfeng's palm hissed, breaking the fallen moves, but it was still difficult to get close to the distance that had the most advantage in shooting skills.

The other party's understanding of marksmanship has almost become a master of a sect.

The gunshot technique is overbearing and profound, and the sword technique is accurate and stable.

It was the gun that once stood on the battlefield, it was also the sword that had been amazed and would surely be unique in the world in the future.

This is a weapon that should have been side by side under the same flag, but at this moment the sword stabbed towards the elders of the comrades running towards the other direction. The gun was not before the old enemy, but the younger generation who inherited the past wish and still moved forward straight.

Opposite are people who once embraced the same ambitions.

Wang Anfeng tightly held the wooden sword.

So we have to correct him.

Opposite is a person who inherited the glory of the past.

Zhang Qi's face was still cold.

However, the supreme military glory has been defiled and abandoned.

At this time, a hint of desire that he had almost completely given up in his mind. If all this had not happened, then he should have drunk with his old friends every day. If the money for alcohol was not enough, he would exchange the old military merits and gold orders for many.

Then he will have many younger generations.

Many friends.

He would admire the little guy in front of him who was stubborn and had a very demeanor in the past. He had a good personality and good martial arts skills. He would teach them his past experience with a laugh and use the method of telling stories.

He was willing to hide his identity and accompany these children to grow up. Then, when no one expected it, he told them that he was once the best warrior in the world. He looked at them with a smug look and took out the martial arts secrets that had been prepared long ago.

But this is destined to be an illusion and an impossible wish.

He held the gun tightly, with sadness in his eyes. When the Shenwu Mansion carried the coffin back and became famous all over the world, the ending was actually destined.

Now it is,

Enemies, mortal enemies, fighting.

The sound of weapons shredded the sound of wind and the high clouds in the sky.

When each other's internal strength and physical strength are stalemate, moves and experience will become the key to life and death. In such a close-range battle, one move will be faster than one move. The sixth-grade warriors have no way to capture the moves and angles of attacks. Even Gu Qinghan and Sheng Zhehan are sweating all over.

They widened their eyes and were able to barely capture the trajectory of swords and guns.

But this is already the limit. As blacklist warriors who live a life of fighting for their lives in the world, they may not be able to do martial arts, but they have absolute self-knowledge. With their strength being close to each other, they may lose their lives in vain between three breaths.

Gu Qinghan looked at Lu Yingbo next to him. Now, the warrior who was obviously a fourth-grade warrior dropped the chain, raised his right hand and covered his forehead tightly.

Her slender fingers passed through her black hair, clasped her head tightly, her eyes widened slightly, and she was covered with fine bloodshot at some point. Her beautiful face was pale, as if she was a ghost crawling out of the underworld.

He withdrew his gaze, but he couldn't help but curse in his heart. Lu Yingbo next to him was obviously stimulated. If he was in such a state, he would definitely be killed easily.

At the moment, his eyes were staring at the thicker moves, trying to see the flaws from the rapidly changing moves. His pupils moved quickly with the flowing light reflected from the blade of the weapon, and his temples were gradually wet with cold sweat.

It's completely unpredictable and completely uncapturable.

If he faces the heavy sword that is keen on, he may have struggled a few more moves.

Then it is different when facing these two people. He may be pierced by the spear at the moment of fighting, or he may be unaware of it and the wooden sword is thrust into the middle of his eyebrows.

What appeared in front of him at this moment was a level that was even higher than the strength of the sword maniac.

Wang Anfeng's expression was calm, his spirit was sunken, and he had already stepped into the Zen state of mind.

The passage of time, the flow of air, the existence of heaven and earth and me are all separated.

It seems as if standing behind "self" and exercising its own sword technique in a calm and rational way.

The sword is made of thirty-six swords as its bones. The sword force is strong, the sword intent is a bit cold and the green edge is high, and it has been a long battle of death.

The wooden sword whose texture has reached the level of magic weapons is gradually accelerating, and the principle of swordsmanship is displayed here. A blue sword aura that looks like a reflection of a river and sea is condensed on the sword edge. The sword aura that is enough to instantly seize the life of a fifth-grade warrior is represented by his strongest killing method at this moment.

When Wang Anfeng used his sword technique, he had completely different temperaments.

The core of swordsmanship is to practice the Golden Bell Cover that is approaching the top third level. The method of using a sword is the ten powers of the Tathagata, and the auxiliary power is the giant power of the divine weapon. It is better than moves without moves. It has a strong power and can be broken by a single sword.

Sword technique is not the case.

This is the martial arts he has truly practiced since childhood. He practiced his pupil technique, steps, tricks, and state of mind for swordsmanship. All his martial arts are centered on swordsmanship, like fragments. These fragments are simply taken out, and they can already make him stand in the world. Now, all the fragments are assembled together.

The method of superposition of energy seized from the hands of the old masters of the Qunxing Pavilion is gradually used.

The sword energy gradually overlaps, and the Tianji Bead sways slightly.

The secret art of the Eastern Family: The secret art of heaven and the machine.

The swordsmanship speed gradually accelerated, and the fierce general who had fought on the cruelest battlefield in a century gradually felt that the pressure was increasing. He changed his marksmanship and wanted to let the other party reveal his flaws.

Those who are good at high-speed attacks may not be able to deal with powerful and powerful moves. Those who are unrivaled in the world will be restrained by the continuous tricks of virtual moves. : :

Such restraint does not mean that the moves cannot be used, but that the rhythm of the high-speed battle is interrupted.

If the rhythm is interrupted, Nakamoto will have a flaw in an instant.

One set of marksmanship, two sets of marksmanship.

The gun light gradually became colder, and when all the gun techniques he was good at changed once, Zhang Qin suddenly found that the young man in black, who was only 26 or 27 years old, had no effect on his moves, and the pressure seemed to be moving forward step by step, increasing steadily and continuously.

This means there is no flaw.

There is no flaw in all aspects and can be regarded as an extremely perfect cultivation, whether it is speed, strength, physical strength, accuracy of attack, and experience of fighting.

Even the most difficult-to-maturity mind has reached the limit of this age, and the only time and years left can polish it to pure and flawlessness.

But, how is it possible?

Zhang Chu's expression was a moment of loss of consciousness.

In such a fight and fight, a moment of loss of mind often represents an absolute disadvantage. Zhang Chu understood his mistake at the next moment and tried to make up for it. However, the opponent's single-on-one experience seemed to be completely inferior to him. After several consecutive moves, the disadvantage was constantly expanded.

With a clanging sound, Zhang Chu's shoulder pills were smashed and flew away, and finally couldn't help but stagger back.

Without the protection of the energy, the broken shoulder braces instantly turned into powder that is difficult to see with the naked eye, flying towards one side, and the mountain walls on the other side instantly burst into thunder, and the ground within a few miles was trembling.

During the fourth-grade battle, the top-grade Mingguang armor fragments that were shot out with enough energy were instantly rising to above the sound level. The impact force was enough for anyone who did not have enough martial arts. The reason why the Qin Dynasty had a pillar in every county was to restrain the fourth-grade or above masters in the martial arts world.

Most masters who truly rely on themselves to step into the fourth grade can inspire the heaven and earth for their own use, and change the celestial phenomena for hundreds of miles in one sword. In a more strict sense, they are no longer considered mortals, but the convergence of these celestial phenomena for hundreds of miles, which are celestial phenomena that walk on the earth and the earth.

Sheng Zhehan took a breath and watched the mountain wall collapse completely.

Like a legendary giant, he turned from rocks to soil and slowly collapsed. It was very slow at first, but then the speed became faster and faster, falling down in a mighty manner. His fingers holding the bowstring trembled slightly, and murmured:

"Xiyun Beishan..."

"there is none left."

ps: Today's update is the first update......
Chapter completed!