I have many teachers

Chapter 212 Killing (1\2)

Looking at the young man in front of him, Xia Changqing's heart was full of coldness. Although he didn't know how the young man in front of him recognized him, he already had murderous intentions towards Wang Anfeng. Even if he was seriously injured, how could he lose to a rank nine martial artist?
Leaving this time and retiring to the world, this person will definitely go up in the sky in the future, and there will be no chance of killing him again.

With this thought in mind, the intention to fight and kill arises.Holding the broken knife, Xia Changqing jumped up suddenly, slashing with the long knife, his moves were extremely brutal.

Wang Anfeng froze after receiving this move. Just now he used the slash from the air, and just now he fought Xia Changqing evenly. It has to be raised backwards.

At this time, he was in the air and was about to fall to the ground immediately. Holding the sword in his right hand, he grabbed the rein with his left hand and directly grabbed the rein of the flying horse. He stepped on the saddle with his left foot, stabilized his figure, and stabbed forward with the sword. And Xia Changqing also landed on the other side, also holding the rein in his hand, and slashed diagonally with his knife.

The energy collided, and there was a bang.

The war horse raised its head and neighed like crazy.

This horse is originally a famous horse of different species. At this time, when it was frightened, its speed was extremely fast, almost like a gust of wind. If it fell, even Wang Anfeng's physical fitness would be seriously injured in an instant, but at this time, neither Wang Anfeng nor Xia Changqing Without even the slightest bit of fear, the two of them fought frantically on the back of the war horse in an inch of space.

When the swords collided, only the collision of pure fighting experience remained.

Xia Changqing was seriously injured. He wanted to rely on his own experience to kill Wang Anfeng, but after a dozen or so moves, he realized that he had gradually fallen into a disadvantage in this aspect. The young man in front of him seemed to be fighting happily every day. , the richness of experience is not inferior to me at all, and even surpasses it.

And as I mobilized my internal strength to fight, the injuries in my body were gradually deteriorating. I gritted my teeth violently, and the saber technique in my hand became more and more fierce. Then when the final move was about to be released, I suddenly reversed the hilt of the saber, and made a dangerous move to put Wang Anfeng in the hands of Wang Anfeng. The wooden sword got stuck, and Wang Anfeng couldn't break free for a moment.

At the same time, his left hand was raised, facing the opponent with a palm, but the young man seemed to have no fear, he also let go of the horse rein, and shot out suddenly, the bar rested on his wrist, failing to stop him from doing this move. It falls, and then turns into a fingering, like a star falling from the sky, directly reaching the key point of its dantian.

The war horse neighed and galloped endlessly.

Xia Changqing has exquisite body skills, even if he can't use much internal strength, his footwork is already top-notch in the world, but Wang Anfeng has been honed by Mr. Ying in various ways since he was practicing, and he stands on a horse. His strength has not been affected in the slightest, and he can even take advantage of the horse's galloping momentum to make his shots more vigorous.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them performed more than a dozen moves on horseback, their moves were fierce and ruthless.

Xia Changqing became more and more shocked. Although the person in front of him was young, no matter his experience or skills, he was no worse than an old world like himself.

Every time I make a move, I will suffer the loss of a move, and I can't fight for a long time, but the moves of the young man in front of me are more subtle and fierce, and there are signs of becoming more and more courageous. growing up.

Feeling ruthless in his heart, he suppressed the throbbing pain in the meridians in his body, mobilized his vigorous internal strength, and pushed forward with a flat palm.

Wang Anfeng was in full swing of the battle at this time, Prajna Palm and Dian Xingzhi became more and more proficient in this desperate fight, and the experience accumulated in Tongren Lane turned into inspiration, which burst out at the moment of life and death, making his moves more subtle .

Just as he was about to perform a subtle move in the palm of Prajna, the opponent in front of him suddenly raised his breath and slapped forward. The strong wind was blowing on his face, and his cheeks were already hurting. , the whole person fell to one side, as if standing on the other side of the horse.

The moment he turned over and fell, a burst of energy rushed out like a dragon, breaking down the trees on that side. At this time, they were already far away from the official road. With this palm, how many trees and stones were smashed into pieces. The fragments caused a strong wind, and the hosta with the boy's hair was pulled away and fell to the ground.

Wang Anfeng's black hair flew up, and suddenly his cheek hurt.

It was the torrent that drove the shattered wooden branches, and shot in all directions like arrows, splitting a scar on his face, looking up, Xia Changqing on the other side was also coughing nonstop, because of the rash use of internal force, the corner of his mouth spewed out blood , with fierce eyes.

He knew in his heart that in this fight, even if he could hold Xia Changqing until his injury erupted, the other party could also bear the pain and make a move.

As long as he took this trick, he would die on the spot, just like the bluestone forest over there.

Wang Anfeng gritted his teeth, let out a low cry, stood up straight, let go of the rein with his left hand, and patted Xia Changqing. The latter coughed up blood, and at the same time took the same palm directly to Wang Anfeng's heart. Next, fight against each other for several moves.

But seeing Xia Changqing's face was serious, he suddenly pushed flat with his palm again, knowing that it was not good, so he slammed to one side to avoid it.

But when the palm fell, there was no abnormality at all. Wang Anfeng's pupils shrank, and he saw the five fingers flexed, turning into tiger claws and falling towards his chest. .

Xia Chang became famous as a foreigner when he was young, and although he hadn't used his Claw Kung Fu for a long time, it didn't lose its power. He pierced five blood holes in Wang Anfeng's waist, and then he twisted his wrist to use force to blow the boy's flesh and blood away.

Wang Anfeng's heart sank, and he suddenly fell towards the horse. At the same time, his left foot hooked the saddle, his right foot lifted, and kicked hard on Xia Changqing's chest. The latter could not be unable to escape, but he At this moment, his strength was really weakened, he couldn't dodge, his body could not help but swayed backwards, and the five fingers of his left hand withdrew from Wang Anfeng's waist and abdomen, pulling out the bleeding marks.

The young man's complexion turned pale, and he felt severe pain from his waist, bleeding profusely, and he had already suffered serious injuries in a careless move, but at this moment, he was almost hit by a bluestone, and he was shocked, only then did he realize that the road ahead was already dead. It is rugged, and bluestone can be seen everywhere.

Looking up again, seeing that Xia Changqing hadn't recovered yet, he gritted his teeth secretly.Suddenly, the dagger that Xue Qinshuang gave last year was pulled out from his waist, and it directly pierced into the artery of the horse. With a violent stir and pull, the horse was galloping at full speed, and was immediately killed by this blow. on the ground.

Wang Anfeng let go of the hilt of the wooden sword with his right hand, and embraced the big brown-red horse with both hands. He was never thrown away, but before Xia Changqing noticed it, he found that his body had left the horse's back and hit a blue stone on one side. Go, his expression changed drastically.

Although the edges and corners of the bluestone are not sharp, but he is not a master of external skills, and he is also seriously injured. If he hits his waist at such a speed, his muscles and bones will inevitably be broken. Become a powder, outline the world, stabilize the figure.

The extreme speed stopped suddenly, and even the hem of his clothes and hair did not move. It can be seen that his cultivation level is high, and he lifts weights lightly, and he is indeed a master.

However, when the third-grade internal force was activated indiscriminately, the internal organs of the meridians lost a lot of protection, and the murderous aura of soldiers eroded inward instantly, and all internal organs were injured at the same time. Same waste.

On the other hand, Wang Anfeng hugged the steed and kept it under his body all the time, so although he was hit, he still had the strength to fight.

The vision in front of him no longer shakes, Wang Anfeng struggles to get up, his wooden sword has been thrown far away, and the broken knife is at hand, he leans down, holds the handle of the broken knife, staggers slightly, and walks towards Then Xia Changqing, who knelt on the ground, trembling and coughing up blood, walked away.

The internal force in the body circulated, the broken blade trembled Weng Ming, Xia Changqing struggled to raise his head, and suddenly let out a low cry with the last internal force, the voice was ghostly, not like a human voice, and then coughed up blood again, the mask could no longer be filled with internal force, and peeled off When he came down, his original face was revealed, which was already as pale as a ghost.

The aura of the long knife erupted, Wang Anfeng stopped, and his vision suddenly changed.He actually returned to the Shaolin Temple, the bell rang in his ears, the old abbot looked at him kindly, and said:
"Killing a wicked person is just killing a wicked person. If you save a wicked person, you will save a life. Wouldn't it be better if there is one less wicked person in the world and one more good person?"

There is an aura of magic weapon on this knife, this thought was evoked in the young man's heart, Wang Anfeng's murderous intent seemed to subside, and he murmured:

"Save a wicked person, don't kill him."

"Hit to server..."

Xia Changqing relaxed slightly, following the boy's words, said:

"I'm done."

The boy in front of him murmured in a low voice:

"I've taken it..."

But his expression suddenly became firm, and Xia Changqing felt uneasy, and suddenly he heard the young man yell:

"But Master, I don't accept it!"

The aura of the long knife suddenly stagnated, and was then contaminated by the breath of Buddhism. Wang Anfeng stepped forward and raised his arm, stabbing it into Xia Changqing's throat.

In Shaolin Temple, the bronze bell rang continuously.

Yuan Ci sat cross-legged on the bluestone, although she felt sad, she was even more delighted.

There are two kinds of Shaolin Vajra Buddhism principles, one is to seek the heart like a diamond, not to stir up dust.

One,
Hold the vajra power and cut off troubles.

Yuanci closed his eyes and recited Buddhist scriptures:
"Brightly collect the truth, cut off the karma of afflictions, and you will be liberated."

"The bitter fruit of all afflictions is stilled. Once the karma of confusion is over, there will be no troubles of life and death. Because of the extinction of all karma and afflictions, the karma of the three realms will also be extinguished, and you will be liberated and Nirvana."

Outside, Wang Anfeng's inner strength surged suddenly, and amidst the roaring sound, he surged through the final stage of the second level, and naturally advanced to the eighth rank of warrior, piercing Xia Changqing's throat on the blade, entangled with energy, and rushed to the sky It rises like an angry dragon.

After a few breaths, the boy calmed down, pulled out the long knife, and threw the broken knife in front of Xia Changqing. His right hand was covering the wound on his waist, his body was shaking, and his face was pale.

Xia Changqing's vision gradually blurred.

He was originally a fourth-rank master, even if his vitals were pierced, he would not die immediately, but at this time, any physical pain gradually disappeared, leaving only the strange peace of mind before dying, and he seemed to see When I arrived at the retreat I imagined, I saw the unrestrained side, Fanglu Qingya's open-mindedness, and my face gradually became peaceful.

If so, it's not bad...

But at this moment, he saw that the young man seemed to be listening to something, with a serious expression, and then suddenly a green bamboo and a mask appeared in his hand.

The whole body of the mask was black, like a scorpion, majestic and cold, Xia Changqing's gradually dissipated consciousness suddenly condensed again, and the doubts in his mind were illuminated like lightning.

Wang Anfeng and Yi Nanping turned out to be alone.

Xia Changqing's unfocused eyes widened unwillingly.

It's like being an actor, being played by him in the palm of his hand!
Wang Anfeng...

Xia Changqing's calm face immediately distorted, full of surprise, unwillingness, pain, anger and hatred surged in his heart, his lips parted slightly, but in the next moment they fell into eternal darkness, unable to speak.

A moment later, the third-rank policeman in Fufeng City sensed something was wrong and flew down into the air.

I saw Xia Changqing in a long gown in a mess, kneeling on the ground, his throat was pierced by someone, and he was dying. The master of the evil faction who directed the situation in Fufeng City died in extreme pain and unwillingness. Standing a green bamboo, there is a mask hanging from it, and a jade tablet with killing characters, which collided in the wind and made a crisp sound.

The patrolman's expression suddenly changed, he couldn't speak, after a few breaths, he was finally satisfied and convinced, and sighed:
"It's hard to calm down... What a hard way to feel."

"On behalf of Fufeng, I accept your love."

After saying that, he bowed to the green bamboo grower, then looked at Xia Changqing who was dying, and unceremoniously spit on that face, feeling very happy in his heart, and laughed out loud.

At the same time, in Shaolin Temple.

"Greet vomit..."

Wang Anfeng supported an old tree, his face was as pale as paper, and he kept retching, almost vomiting out his internal organs.

Hong Luoyu looked at him with contempt, and said:
"What's the matter with you, boy, you were so fierce in cutting people just now, why are you afraid of being like a bird now?"

Wang Anfeng raised his head, but he didn't reply yet, but he only felt that his vision was shaking. The feeling of standing on a horse fighting against each other just now was uncontrollably recalled, and it became more and more serious.

"vomit……"

Wu Changqing patted him on the back very distressedly. The young man vomited for a while, but he couldn't vomit anything, but his whole body seemed to be exhausted and extremely weak. The old man helped him onto the reclining chair, and just sat down, but he seemed to remember What, suddenly struggled, said:

"Second Master, Second Master, I'll go out first..."

The old man was puzzled, but he heard Wang Anfeng shout:

"My hosta just fell outside."

"It's more than a tael of silver, and a catty of pork is only ten yuan..."

The boy's face was full of distress.

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