I have many teachers

Chapter 287 Divine Martial Recovery (2\2) (long chapter)
It was on a tall building one mile away from the courtyard.

Li Laosan and Gongsun Jing stood side by side. Gongsun Jing's face showed a little anxiety, but he still restrained himself. Li Laosan was quite calm and surprised. He glanced at Gongsun Jing, curled his lips, and said:
"Don't turn around, stay quietly, your young master is fine."

"Even if something happens, a hundred cavalry have already surrounded that side. Within three breaths, it is enough to appear on the stage as a surprise soldier, and nothing will happen."

Gongsun Jing frowned slightly, but still sighed, and did not make a move.

As a martial artist from the Great Qin military family, it is impossible for him not to know the effect of the concept of "surprising soldiers", but this matter involves a lot, so his mood is slightly lost, and it is rare to be calm.

Third Li said:
"Close your eyes and rest your mind first, leave this to me, I say it's ok, and then you make a move."

Staring at the young man other than Li Xu, he felt a little doubtful.

this face...

Seems like I've seen it somewhere.

Why do you feel a chill in your back?
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The sound of clanging and roaring is a masterpiece.

A severed broken sword spun up to the sky, with a cold light, and then stuck upside down on the ground, screaming and screaming. The third-rank master with three long swords on his back turned pale and coughed out a mouthful of blood.

On his left hand, the rather thin and sharp fast sword has been broken from the middle.

Tan Yurou stood under the cold plum, with a peaceful expression.

According to this, Xiong Ying has already taken less than ten steps.

Wang Anfeng frowned slightly, let go of Tan Yurou's palm, and said in a deep voice:

"Stay here, don't wander around."

Holding the sword in his right hand, he walked towards Xiong Ying and Zhao Zhengyong. When he saw Wang Anfeng coming out, Xiong Ying straightened up slightly with a dignified expression. He pointed the heavy knife in his right hand at Wang Anfeng.

A look of hesitation appeared on Zhao Zhengyong's face.

For some reason, looking at the young man in front of him, he always felt a little uneasy in his heart.

When Wang Anfeng's body began to appear red-golden Buddhist texts, the old man's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had been hit hard on the back of the head, and his mind went blank. He suddenly thought of the assassin who attacked Zhao's mansion at night a few days ago. Yibai blurted out, saying:

"It's you!"

Wang Anfeng didn't answer. He held the sheathed sword tightly in his right hand. Facing two opponents whose inner strength was superior to his own, he didn't have the slightest intention to keep his hand. He secretly used the Tathagata's ten-power method, and the inner strength of the golden bell was even more mobilized. Today's top level.

Xiong Ying noticed the change in Wang Anfeng's breath, his eyes lighted up slightly, and he said hello.

At this time, he had more than a dozen wounds on his body, and the clothes on his body were already stained red and wet with blood, but his courage had not weakened in the slightest. Under the circumstances, take the first shot.

The heavy sword sliced ​​through the void, wrapped the wind and snow, split into multiple shadows of the sword, and included Wang Anfeng and the sixth-rank warrior holding two swords in the attack. At this moment, Zhao Zhengyong yelled angrily, raised his right hand, and slammed Hit the ground backwards.

The air wave exploded.

A sixth-rank master strikes with all his strength, even a seventh-rank martial artist can't stabilize his figure, and every step is staggering. It was originally a battle like a net, but a wide road was opened for him, and then he went down like a tiger. , and fled towards the outside of the courtyard.

It was at such a juncture that, regardless of his own reputation, he fled in fear of battle.

The pressure on Wang Anfeng and the other warrior dropped sharply, they looked at each other, and when the blade was coming at them, they took a step forward at the same time, and slashed obliquely with the long sword in their palms.

Swords collided.

One side is a seventh-rank martial artist with great strength and a magic weapon, and a sixth-rank master who practices swordsmanship, and the other is a gang leader who is at the end of his battle.

On the edge of the blade, there is a huge force, constantly impacting and surging.

Under the feet of the three, the wind and snow dissipated for a moment. After a few breaths, Xiong Ying, who had never taken a step back since raising his saber, turned pale, and couldn't help but staggered back half a step. Ke, the invincible staunch momentum collapsed immediately.

Wang Anfeng's eyes brightened slightly.

With a shake of his wrist, the long sword with sheath was like a rare magical weapon, bursting out with a sharp sword light, and pierced Xiong Ying's waist at an angle that was absolutely impossible to strike. Scattered, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

But even in such a situation, his aura still remained undiminished, holding the knife in his right hand, he forced the sword-wielding warrior back, the sharp edge of the blade, with the will to die, smashed the two swords in the palm of the warrior It was shattered, and the energy surged, the skinny man couldn't bear it, he stepped back several steps, and finally couldn't help but half kneeled on the ground.

His complexion was pale, he coughed up a big mouthful of blood, looked up at the man standing proudly, gritted his teeth and spit out a word.

"Clothes!"

At the same time, Xiong Ying raised his left hand abruptly, holding Wang Anfeng's long sword, and a huge force was transmitted along the scabbard in an instant, Wang Anfeng's expression changed, and he found it difficult to step .

Even though there is a scabbard to block it, but with flesh and blood, it can block the edge of the magic weapon.

And the sword holder is the first-generation sword master who awakened the aura of the divine weapon.

From Xiong Ying's palm, fresh red blood flowed out, dripping down the black scabbard to the ground, but he didn't seem to notice the slightest pain. He raised his eyes to look at Wang Anfeng, and said:
"Why, don't you attack a certain injured place?"

Wang Anfeng held the sword in his hand, and there was a thunderous entanglement on his body, and he refused to give in half a step, saying:
"Victory is not martial."

The place where Xiong Ying was attacked by the scribe in white was on this side of the waist, and the knife wound went straight into the internal organs. If Wang Anfeng attacked that place, Xiong Ying would die instantly, but Wang Anfeng turned a blind eye to that wound , just storm.

"Victory is not martial..."

Xiong Ying murmured in a low voice, let go of his raised eyebrows, laughed loudly, and said:
"Victory is not martial, victory is not martial?!"

"Good guy!"

"Xiong Ying today, knowing that he will die."

"But even if you die, you will not die in the hands of those picky bastards. It's a good head, only the emperor takes it for himself!"

After laughing wildly, the strength of the palm holding Wang Anfeng's scabbard suddenly increased.

He was originally a martial artist at the peak of the sixth rank, even though he was seriously injured by plotting and went through a siege, he was extraordinary. At this time, a huge force broke out in his dantian, and Wang Anfeng managed to break free in an instant. Stabbing sideways, with a puffing sound, it plunged straight into Xiong Ying's heart, and the scabbard came out from behind like ink.

At the same time, with the heavy knife in his hand, he exerted his last skill and threw it aside.

At this time, the tense nerves in everyone's hearts have been relaxed, how can they still guard against this move, amidst the sharp piercing sound, the heavy knife that engulfed the internal strength of the sixth-rank warrior seemed like a meteor piercing the sky, directly from the scribe in white. It cut through the throat and landed heavily on the ground.

Amidst the explosion, the ground collapsed in a radius of several feet, and in the center of the deep pit, the knife continued to whine.

Silence all over the place.

Someone's head fell to the ground, and there was still a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Xiong Ying raised his head and laughed loudly, looking around, no one dared to look at him for a while, and shouted wildly:
"Hahaha, Qiu Kou is dead, he died in a fierce battle!"

"Happy! Happy!"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The dantian shattered on its own could no longer accumulate internal strength, it scatter out from the bear around the body, and the wind and snow dissipated.

The leader of the 27th company gang made a wrong move and died here, but even though he died, he still couldn't stand upright. He was so powerful that it was hard to look at him. Even, he didn't die at the hands of Wang Anfeng.

He died by his own hands.

Wang Anfeng took a step back, but he was also shocked by his courage and was unable to speak. At this moment, there was a fist surge at the gate of the courtyard, like an angry dragon, and several warriors coughed up blood and retreated violently.

Zhao Zhengyong, who fled in the chaos earlier, with red eyes, rushed in frantically, retreated several warriors in a blink of an eye, looked at Tan Yurou and shouted angrily, saying:

"You actually ruined my Zhao Mansion and ruined my foundation!"

"I will kill you today, old man!"

In the distance above the sky, there is a tiger paws, walking in the sky, judging from its position, it is in the direction of the Zhao Mansion, and there is a faint light of fire rising into the sky, obviously its words are true.

Wang Anfeng's expression changed. At this time, he was already ten steps away from Tan Yurou because of fighting with Xiong Ying. He was startled, and turned around and ran towards the girl, but he never thought that Zhao Zhengyong faster than him.

The old man's eyes were red.

He has worked hard all his life and never made any mistakes, but when he got old, his foundation was destroyed, and he was so enraged that his ability as a sixth-rank martial artist almost exceeded the limit at this time. Talk softly in front of you.

Raising his hand, he pulled out a thin sword from his waist, and in a blink of an eye, infinite sword lights shrouded him forward.

No one ever knew.

Zhao Zhengyong, who is invincible with divine fists and dominates Xiding, his strongest killing move is swordsmanship, with a cold light, like a raging wave, instantly repelling all the warriors protecting Tan Yurou, the sword light suddenly converges, Like a white rainbow, it pierced towards the girl's eyebrows.

Wang Anfeng was still seven steps away from Tan Yurou.

Jianfeng cut a sharp trajectory in the girl's eyes, but she didn't have any different reactions in her heart, she was just quiet, just... a little tired.

Still lost.

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Youngest Li watched the development of things in this courtyard, watched Xiong Ying go to death, and praised the good man.

When seeing Zhao Zhengyong running away, he was full of disdain.

When Wang Anfeng was not in danger, he would never make a move. The same is true for Gongsun Jing beside him. The distance is only one mile. If Gongsun Jing throws the weapon in his hand with Gongsun Jing's strength, he can reach there almost instantly. In the courtyard.

When he saw Zhao Zhengyong turn around again, perform the real killing move, and attack Tan Yurou, his mood did not fluctuate at all, and even because of the night attack, he lazily yawned, rubbed his eyes, and said :
"Get ready, Gongsun, almost..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Gongsun Jing, who had been closing his eyes and resting his mind, was preparing for a crucial blow, noticed something strange about his friend next to him, frowned, and opened his eyes, the youngest Li who had been slacking off next to him suddenly stood up like a fire on his buttocks, with both hands Clenched fist.

Gongsun Jing was curious, turned his eyes to look, and his body suddenly stiffened.

The night was dead.

In that courtyard, a tall and straight figure was surrounded by blue thunder, turning into an afterimage, and appeared in front of Tan Yurou almost instantly, and received the crazy sword with his shoulder.

Lightning flashes.

Deep in the pupils of Gongsun Jing and Gongsun Jing, there was a track that was so familiar that they could never forget it.

And the figure against the thunder light is like a scene sleeping deep in memory.

Gongsun Jing gritted his teeth, his body couldn't stop trembling slightly, and the eyes of the thick and short man next to him were already red, both of them were staring at the leaping thunder over there, staring at the tall and proud figure over there .

The two men who were no longer young uttered the same name tremblingly.

"Bafang Benlei..."

Looking at each other, there is a fierce light shining in the two pairs of pupils.

Like a sleeping lone wolf, he finally found the pack of wolves.

Finally bared his fangs.

Twenty years ago, in the Shenwu Mansion, the iron cavalry captain known as the invincible man in the Western Regions, who was known as the invincible man of heaven, was revived in this way. He was far away on a strange land tens of thousands of miles away. Eastern generals galloped at the forefront of foreign soldiers, and wiped out a country with 20 against [-].

The dormant blood of the generals who once created such great achievements on foreign lands will not die with time.

Even though the Shenwu Mansion no longer exists, even though the brothers who galloped shoulder to shoulder in the snowy field are scattered all over the world, even though he is no longer the youth he was then, even though his black hair has gradually turned gray, even though the world has settled down, there will be no more need them.

Even though ambition seems to be submerged in the trivial life of the weekdays.

but there are some things,
Not willing, unable, and will never change in the slightest.

Li Laosan and Gongsun Jing subconsciously straightened their bodies. One of them was wearing an ugly armor, and the other was wearing sloppy, wine-stained rags, but they both had fierce expressions, as if they were wearing the same black military uniforms from back then. Dressed in brocade robes, it seems that all you can see are fellow robes.

Cold, sharp, and indomitable.

It is definitely not the temperament that gang leaders or military agents can possess, emerging from the bodies of these two men who are no longer young.

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