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Chapter 248 Shock Up and Down, Thunder Sky Strong (1\2)

As if in response, when the long sword in Wang Anfeng's palm buzzed, the morning bell rose gradually in the academy.

The bell is ringing.

Wang Anfeng's thoughts are clear, and he has no reservations about his actions.

The inner strength of the golden bell cover is flowing in the body, and its masculinity is masculine. The originally elegant footwork of the thief's door "stepping on the moon" has suddenly changed its style, like the wind is violent, the rain is scavenging, and the thunder is walking in the four fields. Wearing a blue shirt, In just an instant, he appeared in front of the first two warriors.

Stop abruptly.

He twisted his body, raised his arms, and his strength exploded.

It was obviously just a wooden sword, but at this moment it cut out the brightest sword light.

The two warriors in the lead hadn't reacted yet, as if they had been hit by a running giant elephant head-on, their bodies were suddenly raised backwards, and their pupils lost their expression instantly.

The mouth opened unconsciously, coughing up a large mouthful of blood.

The blood was like a flower, passing just before Wang Anfeng's eyebrows.

There was only silence in those eyebrows.

Amidst the bang, the two warriors smashed directly on the wall, their aura was sluggish, and the two warriors of the ninth rank were seriously injured and unconscious under one blow. At this moment, the warriors among them also came to their senses and shouted angrily Amidst the sound, everyone rushed towards Wang Anfeng with sharp knives in their hands.

Under the sharp light of the sword, he was as vigorous as a dragon.

Meng Yuexue, who was holding the scabbard behind her, looked pale and couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Be careful!!"

Wang Anfeng's breathing gradually slowed down, and his black pupils became deeper and deeper.

Just as the heavy saber was slashing in front of him, his black pupils lit up suddenly, and he took half a step back suddenly. The blade was so sharp that it only touched the tip of the young man's nose and fell. On his right hand, he followed the trend, but when he heard a clicking sound, the swordsman's wrist was already twisted.

But the long knife lost its original trajectory, and was controlled horizontally in front of Wang Anfeng.

In the sound of clattering.

A series of weapons smashed on the long knife.

The eighth-rank swordsman used his strength almost instinctively before, but how could he stop it? Amidst the stabbing sound, the white bone spur pierced his wrist. It was also blocked, and only a slight strong wind was blown, which made the young man's hair tremble slightly.

A pair of sharp eyes were revealed.

Among these warriors, there are many people who have met Wang Anfeng before, but they just feel that the young man in front of them is not alone at all with his usual gentle smile, manners, manners, and behavior. A shudder.

Almost at the same time, Wang Anfeng kicked his right leg forward, and in a blink of an eye, several afterimages formed, which were extremely fierce, and kicked on the vital points of several warriors in front of him. Exhausted, when the new strength is not born, and this kick is not known for some reason, the move is extremely tricky, he failed to resist for a while, his face turned pale, and he vomited blood.

He wanted to retreat, but was sucked by the internal force surging above the blade, so he couldn't do so.

The boy's right foot fell back and stepped on the ground, stirring up a circle of energy.

Shaolin unique learning,

Like a shadow follow the shape of the legs.

The result of 560 serious injuries in Tongren Lane, only got its shape, but not its meaning.

The method of breaking the acupoints was passed down by the Medicine King Valley.

Non-direct disciples,
No solution.

Just at this time, the subtle sharp sound of piercing the sky emerged in my ears, like left or right, sometimes in front, sometimes behind, ethereal without a trace, like a hallucination, obviously there is an exquisite hidden weapon technique, coming towards me.

Wang Anfeng's expression remained unchanged, he still held the knife in his left hand, and the sword in his right hand, swiping it like a circle, only to hear the sound of tinkling, flying needles, knives and locust stones, no matter what method was used to shoot them, they were all in the air. The original shape was revealed in the sword circle, and the warrior who issued the hidden weapon on the opposite side turned pale with horror.

The long sword in Wang Anfeng's hand was drawn and sent again and again, his wrist shook.

The long sword is like a dragon, and it shoots up into the sky with many hidden weapons, and the sound of whistling and ringing can be heard endlessly.

The art of listening to sound,

Heir to the Thief.

The art of swordsmanship, the moves are passed on to the leaders of the rivers and lakes, and the spirit is taken from the world's sword masters.

Wang Anfeng released the eighth-rank swordsman's wrist with his right hand.

The warriors in front of him were already pulled by their internal forces and were unable to retreat, but blocked the opportunity for other warriors to move forward. At this moment, Wang Anfeng took the initiative to let go. Naturally, he was overjoyed and staggered back. Lift it up, and push it forward sharply.

A phantom of King Ming seemed to appear behind him.

The sound of the mighty bell rang, and the fierce and infinite palm force struck out from the palm of Wang Anfeng, like an angry dragon, seemingly endless, when those warriors were not prepared, they slammed into the chest and abdomen of these warriors. between.

So in the horrified sight of these warriors, after Meng Yuexue exclaimed, she lightly covered her cherry lips.

The violent energy gathers, as if tearing off the mask of peace, a waking tiger.

A dozen fighters who were defenseless because Wang Anfeng abandoned his sword were instantly knocked away by this palm force.

Blood dripped down.

Within ten meters in front of Wang Anfeng, there was no one else.

In the middle of the air, the wooden sword was surrounded by strength, and it fell with those hidden weapons.

The young man stretched out his right hand backwards, grasping the hilt of the sword firmly, entangled in strength, the hidden weapons did not fall to the ground, but were dragged and twisted around Wang Anfeng's body, like stars all over the sky, the faster the speed, the more powerful it became. In the inner bag, several exquisite jade bottles were opened without knowing the time, and the faint medicinal fragrance was mixed together, surrounded by these hidden weapons.

Suddenly, his wrist trembled, and then he led and sent forward.

Just like the Yangtze River, falling from the sky, these hidden weapons shot out against the trend at a stronger speed.

The air wave created by the Prajna palm energy in front has not yet landed, and everyone's vision is limited, but in Wang Anfeng's eyes, it is like a bright daylight, without any obstruction.

At that moment, the hidden weapons pierced into the acupuncture points of those warriors, screaming again and again, and the victims fell down.

There were exclamations from time to time, the warrior who was hit by the hidden weapon turned blue, and passed out directly, unconscious.

Wang Anfeng looked calm.

The power of fist and palm, prajna palm, is the number one palm technique in Shaolin's unique art.

The method of poisoning is passed down by the Medicine King Valley.

The poison used can be prepared by oneself, poisonous medicine below the seventh rank,
Unsolvable.

With a shake of his wrist, the wooden sword fell to the ground upside down.

Wang Anfeng took a breath, and there was a hidden thunder in the black pupils. He suppressed the thunder force not to show abnormalities on his body, but on the edge of the long sword, blue thunder marks appeared, entangled. Becoming violent.

Tu Qing let out a cry, held the hilt of the sword backwards, and turned around with the strength of his waist.

Amidst the roar of the sword, a sword energy entangled with Lei Ting pointed one end to the ground and the other to the sky, rushing forward.

The bluestone on the ground immediately shattered.

The thick air wave broke from the middle, and those warriors knew how powerful it was, so they panicked and rolled towards the sides to avoid it. In just an instant, the sword energy had already moved forward, and there were many weapons on the ground, which were torn apart as if destroyed.

The sword energy stopped at a hundred meters away.

And on the long road of the academy, there is a smooth and straight sword mark, which is still outlined by thunder sword energy, which flickers from time to time, making the complexions of those warriors even paler.

The school bell is still ringing.

The morning bell of the school palace, alerting the students, resounds through sixty breaths.

It started when Wang Anfeng drew his sword.

It hasn't fallen since.

And there is no one who dares to fight.

In the dead silence, someone seemed to speak and forced himself to say:
"He, he must be at the end of his battle at this time!"

There was less than a breath of silence, and someone responded, chopping through the air with a weapon in his hand, and shouted loudly:

"That's right, no matter how strong his martial arts are, he's still only a boy in his teens."

"Even if you are a genius, how strong can martial arts be?"

"The big guys stand shoulder to shoulder and kill this kid!"

"Yes, yes!"

"kill him!"

The sounds of shouting and harmony gradually sounded, and those warriors seemed extremely angry, and they had already seen through the fact that Wang Anfeng was strong at the moment. .

Meng Yuexue was several meters away, but she was also afraid in her heart and her face turned pale.

At this time, Wang Anfeng's internal energy was exhausted, but his expression remained calm. His eyes swept across the murderous warriors in front of him, and he took a step forward slowly.

The sound of shouting outraged suddenly fell silent.

The warriors who were going to kill Wang Anfeng just now, as if their courage had been shattered by shock, retreated in unison.

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes and looked at the circle of warriors, and thought it was ridiculous, so ridiculous, he burst out laughing immediately, his voice was clear and bright, echoed by the sound of swords, the warriors in front looked ashamed and angry, but they didn't dare to take a step forward, amidst the laughter , Wang Anfeng raised the wooden sword in his palm and pointed it straight ahead.

before the blade,

No one dared to stand up.

The young man's laughter gradually subsided, looking at these warriors, his expression became calmer, and he said in a flat voice:

"Jumping clown, who is worthy of a fight?"

The voice was flat, but at this moment, with these dozens of warriors coughing up blood and comatose, with these dozens of warriors not daring to step forward, with this devastating record that no one can match, they became more and more domineering.

Chuan Lian's eyes widened behind him, looking at the figure in front of him in disbelief, while Meng Yuexue felt a little unbelievable and unspeakable awe in his heart, alone, killing everyone in front of him so that he could no longer fight , This is a story in the Jianghu storybook.

This moment is reality.

Holding a long sword in his hand, Wang Anfeng walked forward slowly.

Among the people in front, none of them dared to act recklessly, they just retreated instinctively.

One person frightened dozens of warriors back, and the two behind him seemed to be in a dream. They felt that the peaceful-looking boy in the blue shirt was drifting away. At this moment, Wang Anfeng suddenly paused in his footsteps, and looked sideways at the two behind him. In the eyebrows, it was still quiet, but there was a bloodstain on the left cheek, which added a three-point chill, and said gently:

"Brother Chuan, Miss Meng."

"Why not?"

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