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Chapter 371 The Sword and Gallbladder Plays the Sound of the Piano, Watching Hongmei Baixue (22)

Wang Anfeng was trampled by Mr. Ying in the Shaolin Temple since he was a child. Over the years, he has been so sensitive to murderous intent that he would wake up immediately if he noticed it in the middle of the night.

The murderous aura on the young man next to him also burst out with anger and depression, making him unable to say anything to refuse.

After thinking about it, he put the iron sword in his right hand beside the carriage, and said:
"Then here I am, guarding the carriage."

Hong Feibai nodded gratefully, handed the package to the young man, held the much slender sword in his left hand, raised his right hand, and put it on the hilt again.

The martial artist on the opposite side obviously didn't intend to give the two of them a chance to speak slowly. After giving an order, the people behind had already pulled out the big black bow from behind.

These things obviously came from the shops of the Mohists. The people of the Mohism are relatively straight-minded, and the bows they make are so hard that they can't be pulled apart without extraordinary strength.

Correspondingly, the power of this bow and arrow is so powerful that it makes people tremble.

Wang Anfeng reached into his bosom with his right hand, and took out a handful of yellow-orange copper coins.

With a movement of five fingers, many have been caught between the fingers.

He has done the calculations, and with his internal strength, the power of this copper coin is not bad, and it is much more cost-effective than those flying needles, flying knives and locust stones that are prevalent in the world. No matter what, a copper coin cannot be exchanged A hidden weapon.

A silver needle of the same order costs at least a dozen or twenty Wen.

Too extravagant.

Hong Feibai has already stepped within ten feet of the opposite side.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand, the edge of the sword is still in the scabbard and has not been pulled out, just like the depression in Hong Feibai's heart, but the sharp aura is getting stronger and stronger, just because he doesn't fly or scream, a Soaring to the sky, blockbuster martial arts principles.

Wang Anfeng looked a little more serious.

The leader of the bandit looked calm, and waited until Hong Feibai got closer to several feet before he swung the knife in his hand heavily.

"put!"

The word used to describe the dense arrows in the history books is called 'military locust'.

These warriors have amazing physical strength, shoot an arrow and immediately take another arrow, and repeat this, but more than [-] people can also create the momentum of arrows falling like rain, the arrows are flying towards the head and face, and the sound of piercing the air is connected together. Unable to bear the numbness in his heart, Hong Feibai yelled out in an instant, and clenched his five fingers loosely on the hilt.

The sword light is white, and it cuts out obliquely.

There are almost traces of Qipin.

The pure white air wave was compressed and slashed out along the edge of the sword. The first wave of arrows was directly chopped off, and the shaft of the arrow flew in all directions, colliding with the second arrow. The third layer of arrow rain.

Amidst the muffled sound, the air wave surged and deflected him. From a high altitude, a thick air wave barrier almost appeared in front of Hong Feibai.

A streamer appeared in Wang Anfeng's eyes, his wrist remained still, except for his fingers trembling slightly.

Several copper coins were shot out, hit the arrows that missed, and knocked those hidden arrows to the ground.

Hong Feibai didn't notice.

I just felt that a sword shattered the arrow like rain, and the depression in my heart was relieved, and then he became more and more excited. He fell to the ground and rushed forward, the sword in his hand groaned, and instantly tore apart several warriors blocking the way Blood shot out of his throat and fell on the snow.

There are few people walking in this mountain forest. It snowed heavily yesterday, and it is vast and vast.

So at this moment, there is a scene like red plums and white snow.

The howl of the sword was shrill, and Hong Feibai seemed to be going crazy at this time, or, if he didn't vent like this, he might really go crazy. The distant and vast, vast and untraceable artistic conception is thrown away.

Driven by the murderous instinct, the faster the speed, the stronger the strength, dancing a dazzling silver light around his body.

If the sword of the old man in Tianjianmen is clear and cloudless.

At this time, Hong Feibai's sword was the sky that was finally overwhelmed by dark clouds after three days and three nights of sweltering summer, and the sword light was the thunder that tore through the sky.

The copper coins in Wang Anfeng's right hand kept decreasing.

He just looked at Hong Feibai's direction, and there were some warriors behind the carriage. Seeing his weakness, he felt ruthless, and planned to catch him and take him as a hostage, forcing the lunatic to stop, but often he just walked a few steps and felt Either the forehead or the abdomen hurt, and the whole person lost consciousness and fell into the snow.

Passed out like a fat pig scalded with boiling water.

A penny of silver was exchanged for a handful of copper coins, and half of them went down in a blink of an eye.

Hong Feibai had already fought against the last bandit leader at this time, and there were still a few warriors around, but it seemed that Hong Feibai was frightened by the crazy Hong Feibai, dropped his weapon and sat down on the ground, Step back with hands and feet.

This time it seemed to be specifically targeting Hong Feibai.

The last bandit leader had enough internal strength of the seventh grade, and his strength was long. He could have been able to handle Hong Feibai, but the latter's swordsmanship has changed now, and he was extremely aggrieved. He could only defend for a while, while trying his best Resisting the sword shadow that rained down on his head and face, he backed away.

Wang Anfeng watched Hong Feibai's swordsmanship.

Around him and the carriage, there was a circle of burly men, but none of them could get within three feet.

Taking an important step in gaining martial arts in exchange for the loss of a loved one.

In the rivers and lakes, between gains and losses, there is no winning or losing.

Sighing in his heart, Wang Anfeng took out another copper coin from his arms.

Caught in the hand.

A deep roar came from Hongfei's white throat. The sword in his hand was like a straight line, directly piercing the throat of the opposite fighter. His complexion turned pale, and after stabbing out the sword, Hong Feibai's internal energy was on the verge of drying up, and he had to regain his energy.

The eyes of the one who was shrinking back suddenly lit up.

With a low shout, he raised his hands and pressed towards Hong Feibai's lower abdominal dantian in a way of entanglement of yin and yang.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand, and was about to throw out the copper coin, but he felt another breath, and his movements paused slightly.

A sharp whistling sound sounded.

A streamer-like afterimage of heavenly fire shot out from the mountain, coming first and then at the throat of the shooter. If he didn't want to be stabbed into a string by the arrow, he had to change his move or withdraw his hand .

He obviously doesn't feel that Hong Feibai's life has its own essence.

The toes touched the ground, and the body turned, stirring up the snow on the ground, narrowly avoiding the arrow.

A wound was torn out on the neck by the strength of the arrow. It was not big, but it hurt. I was frightened. above.

Because I noticed that someone else came to this hillside, I was vigilant in my heart, and I didn't plan to chase after him fiercely. The strength in my palm was weak, and I only planned to use the strength to retreat instantly and distance myself from Hong Feibai.

But just as his right palm pressed on the young man's waist, he felt that the object under his hands was a bit hard, the tentacles were cold, like jade, his heart skipped a beat, thinking it was a fraud, he pulled back suddenly.

Wang Anfeng's eyes widened slightly.

He felt a chill down his back. The wooden sword in the piano box behind his back was stimulated, and seemed to come out of its sheath, trembling and humming, and couldn't stop bumping into the piano box. The box was divided into upper and lower layers. By the power of the tremor.The strings trembled and made a clanging sound.

The sword makes the sound of the piano.

The sound of the piano is endless--

A white light lit up in Hongfeibai's arms, stabbing forward like a sword.

A dazzling sword light was reflected in Wang Anfeng's black pupils.

It snowed heavily yesterday, there were few pedestrians in the valley, a lot of white snow was accumulated, mixed with the flowing blood, all of them were swept up in an instant, like a long dragon, mighty and mighty, rushing forward, the sound of the piano behind the young man became more and more High, not noisy, only chilling, only lingering.

In ancient times, there were rivers and lakes who played the piano and sword to kill people.

The knife-wielding man who had plotted against Hong Feibai and stood in front of him, groaned all over his body, and his body was torn into dozens of cut marks in an instant, and he died on the spot.

The sword energy seemed to be unsatisfactory, and it swept towards the front. Amidst the rumbling sound, the snow on the rocks on both sides was aroused and poured down like an avalanche.

One sword, Qian Chongxue.

A person walked up and down the hillside from behind Wang Anfeng, holding a longbow, and stopped walking when he saw this, his eyes widened.

He was stunned all over his face.

The sword energy roared continuously, tearing forward like a long dragon coming out of water, the waves of air surged, wrapped in clouds, mists and snow, and a dense white covered everything in front of him, like a storm, like a sudden snow, like a thousand miles of clouds falling into the world, this pure Bai surged forward.

There is no match in length and breadth.

Wang Anfeng put down the palm holding the copper plate.

The wind and snow stopped suddenly.

Looking around, the ten miles of mountain road covered by several small hilltops in front of me suddenly lost any snow, like a vast sky that has been swept away, and the energy engulfed in it is chopping and tearing on the rocks on both sides There were hundreds of huge traces, which were hideous and glaring.

Hong Feibai half-kneeled on the ground, breathing rapidly. In his arms, the lingering sword intent slowly dissipated and disappeared, and then converged again, as if he was an ordinary leisurely swordsman.

With such a rare treasure in his body, he displayed a sword light that even Wang Anfeng at this time found stunning and dazzling.

The young man's face was as pale as a ghost, and the light in his eyes changed.

"No...it can't be..."

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