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Chapter 296 Reunion after a long absence, how have you been recently? (2\3)

When Wang Anfeng and Zhu Xiao fought each other, everyone in the Bulao Pavilion had rushed tens of feet away. The woman in the lead was the fastest. Hearing the sound of Zhu Xiao hitting Wang Anfeng with both palms behind him, his expression changed slightly, and he raised his breath and lightened his body. , Hold down the movement, turn around to watch the battle situation.

Dark green poisonous mist enveloped a radius of one foot, and the stench was pungent.

With the power of Bulaoge's Poison Kung Fu, even if the other fighters were a hundred meters away, the smell was extremely obvious.

The woman recognized that this was an omen when her martial arts had been used to the limit, her expression was tense for a moment, her heart was uneasy, she didn't know what the outcome of the fight would be.

Only at the moment of apprehension, steady footsteps were heard amidst the dark green poisonous mist.

A figure slowly walked out of it, the woman's heart couldn't help but subconsciously held down the weapon with her right hand, the silver cord neighed like a snake, entangled in the air.

But the poisonous snake flinched.

The poisonous mist dissipated, revealing a figure in green clothes, with a square and majestic face, quite gloomy.

The woman's complexion relaxed, revealing a happy expression. At the same time, the poisonous mist followed her footsteps and parted to the sides, revealing the slender palms that were holding the neck of the man in Tsing Yi. There was a hideous wound on the neck that was still bleeding, bright red in color. Dazzling, reflected in the pupils of everyone in Bulao Pavilion, making his body stiff for a moment.

A chill came from the bottom of my heart.

Amidst the dull sound of piercing through the air, a black heavy knife pierced out poisonous mist.

Wang Anfeng turned his wrist and swept the heavy knife across. Amidst the whistling sound, the wind of the knife was like waves, sweeping away all the poisonous mist, resisting the stabbing pain from the old injury on the right shoulder, with a blank face, he threw it casually, Zhu Xiao, who was no longer alive, threw it out. The latter was tall and straight, but now he was like a rag bag, unable to fall in front of everyone in Bulao Pavilion, and made a dull sound.

An invincible aura emerged from the depths of everyone's hearts.

The person in front of him didn't display any shocking skills. Since he appeared on the stage, he only attacked and defended once, but it was enough to make people feel powerless. When he cut two people in a row, no matter where the long sword was directed, no matter it was an eighth-rank Ranger is still the deacon of Qipin's sect, the only way is to die.

Only at this moment, it seemed that even the weapon in his hand became extremely heavy, making it difficult to swing it as usual.

Within a radius of ten zhang, the atmosphere was suppressed for a while, and everyone's enthusiasm, invisible, followed the young man's movement.

Wang Anfeng stopped, closed his eyes, and heard a familiar voice shouting loudly:
"Right, that is it!"

"Hahaha, noodles! Noodles!"

"Then take advantage of this opportunity of intimidation, look at them, and say, um, just say, 'I never kill Xiaoxiao under my sword, I made an exception today, get out.'"

"Take this opportunity to plant fear in the hearts of these people, so that when they face you in the future, it will be difficult for them to attack with all their strength..."

The corner of Wang Anfeng's mouth twitched slightly.

Only from this voice, he could guess the cheerful appearance of Third Master in Shaolin Temple.

He raised his eyes indifferently, but it was difficult to open his mouth after all. He remained silent, but the silence made the atmosphere within a radius of tens of feet more oppressive and deadly. Everyone was terrified, and even the last courage had been lost. In place, not daring to move.

The low and solemn sound of sword whistling sounded slowly.

Wang Anfeng's left wrist trembled slightly, and he raised the black heavy knife inch by inch, holding it behind his back. The blood was red, sliding down the dark white blade, dripping on the ground, and there was not even half of the blade remaining on the blade.

The atmosphere here is getting more and more depressed.

The blood dripped down the blade, landed on the filthy white snow on the trampled ground, penetrated in, the human blood warmed, melted the filthy snow, and made a small and quiet sound, which also attracted the energy of this place, and continued to sink.

The sound of breathing, rapid and weak.

As if someone was holding a long sword to dazzle the eyes, slowly approaching, an extremely depressed feeling appeared between the brows.

In the ears of the woman in the Bulao Pavilion, the sound of my heart beating suppressed all other noises. In the vision of both eyes, it seemed that the place where the sky and the earth meet had become pale and gradually faded from its original color, as if everything in the whole world had disappeared. Gathered on the young man in black.

The darker the ink, the more glaring the blood under the blade.

Suddenly there was a roar, and all the warriors were shaken, and their faces turned pale in an instant.

Wang Anfeng put the ink knife on his back again, raised his eyes and swept across, a kind of unspeakable self-confidence naturally appeared in his heart, as if wherever the blade pointed, all lives were taken away, freely, his palms trembled slightly, and he rose He had the urge to strike at random, but after all he just pursed his lips, suppressing his murderous intent, and said indifferently:
"Go away."

There seemed to be a silent and loud noise, and the air machine, which had been stretched to the limit, instantly burst.

"call……"

The sound of panting gathered like a wave, each warrior turned around as if he had been pardoned, and fled in embarrassment. In a blink of an eye, Wang Anfeng saw no one else in front of him, only the dead leaves hovering, dropping their weapons, whistling in a low voice, For a while, it felt a little empty and desolate.

Exhaling, the boy turned around, walked across the street, and stepped into the quiet courtyard.

Meng Yuexue is still there.

The long sword in his hand was not sheathed, and he looked at Wang Anfeng with a little wariness.

Just because the poison on her body has been exhausted at this time, surrounded by wolves outside, it is obvious that Bulaoge has already noticed the place where she is, even if she leaves secretly, it is difficult to escape, why not look at this warrior who suddenly appeared to rescue her What is his identity? If he is lucky, he may still have a chance.

Wang Anfeng pursed his lips, looked at the familiar girl in front of him, and saw that the latter was holding a long sword, looking at him with a full face of wariness, and saw that the eyebrows that were beautiful in the past were now as sharp as a sword.

Looking at the entangled murderous aura on the long sword in her hand.

This is the appearance of an extremely mature and qualified Jianghu heroine.

I've seen blood, I've killed people.

Be careful and watchful.

But he still misses the reckless girl from more than two years ago, who can't drink well, who likes to watch the handsome young hero go crazy, and has no shape.

Meng Yuexue slightly raised the long sword in her hand, and the young man's gaze for some reason made her feel a little uncomfortable. She frowned and said in a deep voice:
"Thank you for your help, I don't know Gao's name?"

"Thank you, Mr. Wu."

Wu?

Wang Anfeng laughed out loud in his heart, but this smile made him feel stuck. Looking at the girl in front of him, he pursed his lips, stopped speaking in a false voice, and only spoke in his original youthful voice, and said softly:
"Dream girl."

"Long time no see... I don't know, how are you doing recently?"

Meng Yuexue trembled slightly.

Slowly raising his head, looking at the domineering and sharp young warrior in front of him, he subconsciously took a step back, with a look of bewilderment, helplessness, disbelief, and lingering complex hatred. Emotions, fluctuating.

This is a greeting.

It's been two years and three months.

Late autumn has turned into midwinter, with countless shadows of swords and swords, bright or mild sunshine, and blood dripping from the palms that were only exposed to medicinal materials and medical books.

This person reappeared in front of his eyes.

Meng Yuexue pursed her lips and looked up at him.

There was a long silence, but when she answered, her voice was extremely calm, as if she had already anticipated today's meeting, as if the young man in front of her just came back from Medicine Master's Valley, just like she imagined back then.

But this answer came after a long two years.

It is also separated by a whole river and lake.

"Long time no see..."

"Brother Wang."

PS: I am really handicapped.

Frankly speaking, the state of mind has only calmed down now, there should be one more update today, and three more updates in the past few days... the above

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