This sword energy was thick and heavy, carrying the general trend of drilling through the two rivers and lakes of the Western Regions and the northern borders. The sword formation set up by the eighteen female sword servants could not even be entangled for a moment. They were cut from the air, and the sound of cracking silk was endless. The silk material of good texture flew in pieces, as if butterflies were scattered.

The eighteen women's energy that was connected together was shattered.

Wearing white clothes and wide sleeves, but no longer has the fairy's aura and they all fall down.

The sword comes out.

Under the sword, only Chu Yangyu was left standing on a high place.

Sword collection.

The sword made of several precious materials mixed in Wang Anfeng's hand could not bear it. It cracked from the center of the sword spine, and then collapsed, turning into powder and pouring down from his hands. Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned and looked at the female scholar who was borrowed by him next to him. He showed a hint of apology on his face and said softly.

The female bachelor's face was red.

Chu Yangyu didn't care about his eighteen sword servants' defeat, but was a little surprised because he had never thought of being defeated in one meeting.

A few days ago, he learned that the opponent he was targeting was a martial artist of the first echelon of this year. However, relying on the sword formation passed down a hundred years ago, he also thought that he could take some time to take advantage of his unpreparedness and use his swordsmanship to prolong the sword skills and delay the time of an incense stick.

Even if all eighteen people are discounted here, it would be okay.

Only after meeting this time did I realize that this young man, who was about the same age as me, was able to leave traces of great color in several worlds, was not because of his father's silence.

Immediately sneered, and said, "The Lord of the Shenwu Palace is so domineering. He has stepped forward with his arms and cuffs upwards, revealing a pair of thick and strong palms. He has the idea of ​​competing in his mind, wanting to see what his methods are and how high they can be."

A hundred years ago, the Damo Stele Forest was as famous as Qingfeng Jie.

Later, because Qingfeng broke through three generations, Murong Qingxue, Zhu Ling and Gong Yu were successively released, which made the entire Qingfeng broke through sword energy prevail. The Damo Stele Forest could no longer be compared with it. Just like an ordinary sword furnace with three sharp sharp swords, the energy was naturally different.

Some people have asserted that Qingfeng has unceasing the sword energy for three hundred years and has held the sword for the whole world.

But Chu Yangyu still felt proud in his heart, feeling that he was not inferior to Qingfeng Jiexian Sword.

It seemed as if a flying eagle soared straight down the sky, with its palms sinking into the palms, and a heavy palm was slapped down.

As soon as the palm fell, another palm broke and smashed it, and in an instant, countless palms were smashed out.

The palm force is strong, pressing down the air layer by layer.

A huge palm can be seen falling from the naked eye.

Wang Anfeng's expression remained unchanged, and pointed it like a sword, raised his hand and pointed it out, directly breaking the thick palm force. The energy was chaotic. The palm force that could collapse the entire courtyard with one palm finally blew a few red leaves and fell like a breeze blowing on the face.

Li Changxing was in the deep palace and was very strict. Since he was a royal family, he had many things to learn, and it was impossible for someone to fight in front of him. The so-called masters he had met were all kind and kind.

He had never seen anyone fighting like this in the world.

What's more, the sword energy fell into a lotus like rain. Then the sword energy was as thick as a mountain and walked against the sky. The fairy fell like falling mud, and was dazzled and confused. He subconsciously took a step forward and was about to walk. Wang Anfeng brushed his left sleeve with his robe, and exhaled his energy slightly, shaking the young man backward.

Li Changxing stumbled backwards on Ren Dong and woke up immediately.

Shaking his head, he was not a pampering bag that didn't understand the truth. He knew very well the consequences of his walk out. He was immediately scared. He looked up and saw a blue shirt blocking in front of him, and was slightly stunned.

Wang Anfeng looked at Chu Yangyu who suddenly retreated for several feet, his expression was calm and his breathing was slow. The energy in his body was rotating continuously, and he remained vigilant. Since the latter came to the door like this when he knew his identity, he must have confidence that he would not lose to him.

Chu Yangyu stepped back and pulled away. Seeing that Wang Anfeng was still standing in front of Li Changxing, his expression fluctuated and suddenly smiled: "I never thought that the Lord of Shenwu Palace still became a hawk dog in the court."

Wang Anfeng did not raise his eyelids and said:

"Li Changxing, what are you calling me?"

Li Changxing was stunned for a moment, then he said sincerely without any ambiguity:

"Uncle."

Wang Anfeng looked at Chu Yangyu and said leisurely:

"Did you hear it? If you have any other means to put the box in the bottom of the box, you can try it out."

"The most important thing is the method of the Lord of the White Tiger Hall to divide the deity into shadows."

Chu Yangyu's expression changed several times and said coldly:

"Great courage."

"Then you can try it!"

After saying that, the aura rose up. At first, it was just a test. Later, when he saw that Wang Anfeng was just standing there, and did not take action. He immediately became bolder and mobilized the aura. In his pupils, the charm of the spirit shrank darkly, and gradually there was a rotation. It had not yet been maintained, and suddenly the sound of thunder exploded.

Chu Yangyu's hair exploded all over his body, and when he raised his head, two streams of light were left in the depths of his pupils. It was too late to avoid it.

Thunder has already penetrated into the body.

Although it is just a silver needle, its fierce and violent aspects are no less than those of a crossbow spear, and it suddenly breaks out of the body.

Chu Yangyu's qi was dispersed at the time, his face turned pale, and he coughed up blood. His plan to awaken the photos in his body was in vain. He covered his wounds, looked at Wang Anfeng, and gritted his teeth and said:

"you……"

Wang Anfeng looked at this simple and overly over-the-top opponent and did not answer. According to those people he had dealt with in the past, no one would believe what the enemy said. The warriors fought each other, not only with their strength, state of mind, will, intuition, language, and eyesight.

He never thought that this very tone of Chu Yangyu was actually a young man who had never walked in the world.

The corners of his mouth were pursed, and his five fingers were opened. Li Changxing next to him saw a thunder exploding in the air. He immediately ran like a dragon and a snake. The dragon and a snake were tailed to form a ring, and it was divided into two categories: Yin and Yang. One was purple and the other was bright blue, which spread in an instant. I don’t know how many channels there were.

The thunder rings are arranged in a row like a cylinder and then rotate against the trend.

A silver needle hangs in the middle of the circle of thunder rings.

Purple lightning ran around on it.

When killing the leader of Feiling Sect, a thin silk scroll fell from Zuoqiugu's arms. Wang Anfeng grabbed it casually when he left, but he didn't know that this was the unique skill passed down by the only sect leader in Feiling Sect. He has already started with it under the guidance of Li Bo in the past few days.

With a casual grasp, the silver needle trembled and shot out at a terrifying speed.

Chu Yangyu was completely unable to react, his shoulders were pierced and blood was ejaculated.

Wang Anfeng brushed his right hand across his waist. The silver needles sent by his second master Wu Changqing were hidden in a cloth bag that could be rolled up. At this moment, it unfolded in front of him like a scroll. The silver needles floated in the air, each of which was entangled with lightning and trembling, as if they were born with spirits to attack the enemy.

The silver needle is subtle, and the warrior is extremely fast, so it is difficult to hit.

Therefore, Feiling Sect attacked the enemy with a thunder spear.

However, a faint gold appeared in Wang Anfeng's pupils, and within the backlash of the pressure he could bear, he connected the sure-successful cause and effect to the silver needle and Chu Yangyu who was using his body skills to avoid it.

Wang Anfeng liberated the silver needles one by one.

The flying needle that was accelerated by the power of the thunder reversal was shot out, leaving a pure white air wave and burst into pieces. Li Changxing's face was confused and knew nothing. Any middle-level warrior only felt a chill behind his back. The two big inner dead soldiers hiding in the dark felt even cold, full of fear and awe.

Thirteen silver needles were gone like swimming fish.

Immediately they lined up in a row and suddenly penetrated through.

Chu Yangyu roared lowly and heard a tingling sound. The silver needles shot out from Feiling Sect's unique skills lost their power and fell down. Wang Anfeng was still blocking Li Changxing, who had to be troubled, and squinted his eyes and looked in the sky.

Chu Yangyu gasped.

In front of him, a bright moon rose.

The cold and clear light was so cold that even the sun in the sky could not be concealed. It turned into a ball of light to protect Chu Yangyu. Its huge charm was almost unconcealed.

周深已经震怒.

"Three thousand miles of bright moon?"

"This is the magic weapon used by Senior Zhao fifty years ago!"

Chu Yangyu raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked coldly at the angry Zhou Shen below, and said:

"Since he is a disciple of the Damo Stele Forest, after he died, he left behind the divine weapons, so I am naturally qualified to use them for protection. This is my Stele Forest Affairs. Does Elder Zhou have any objections?"

Zhou Shen held a sword in his right hand, and if he had not been stopped, he would have stepped forward.

Chu Yangyu looked at Wang Anfeng and said, "It is the spirit-breaking cone of Feiling Sect... to drive weapons with the power of thunder. Unexpectedly, the Lord of the Shenwu Palace could use this method of throwing spears so well. I admire him."

"I'll ask the Lord again."

"Are you really going to be enemies with us?"

Chu Yangyu never knew that Wang Anfeng and the Shenwu Mansion had long been relieved. After the death of Zhang Shi in Loulan and the Western Regions, it was even more serious. Relying on the divine weapons, it still had the intention of recruiting.

Wang Anfeng opened his right hand and summoned a thunder spear from Shaolin Temple, which was only one line short of the divine weapon.

Chu Yangyu's expression subsided, nodded, and said, "So that's it."

He said again: "Since that's the case, don't blame me."

The divine weapon, the bright moon hung in the air in front of him.

Chu Yangyu shot three times with his fingers.

The bright moon shook and buzzed, and then shattered from the middle.

The huge spiritual charm poured out and wrapped Chu Yangyu. In the last century, a generation of masters fought to spread the world. After his death, the divine weapon left in the sect to suppress the energy was shattered. Zhou Shen, who had been saved by the Lord of the Moon several times when he was young, exclaimed in his mouth, and his eyes turned red.

Chu Yangyu's two pupils have restrained patterns, turning from brown to pure black.

The spiritual charm of a magic weapon was absorbed into the body. Chu Yangyu's injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. His figure was raised several inches, his face changed, and his black hair on his sideburns was dyed with frosty and snow.

He has turned from a handsome young man into a graceful black scholar.

He looked at Wang Anfeng below, as if he was identifying it, and then he breathed out a long breath.

"So it's you..."

ps: Today's first update is presented......

Three thousand words.
Chapter completed!