I have many teachers

Chapter 383 I Don't Regret (45)

Since he agreed to Honghui's request, Wang Anfeng left the inn with his sword in his hand even though he didn't despise him.

He watched the yard from above for seven days before walking over again today.

Raised his hand and knocked on the door.

A disciple wearing a blue and white sword robe came out and was almost taken aback, but he still remembered that the person in front of him came with the elder brother, so he managed to gather his composure, made room for him, and said:

"Did Senior come to look for Elder Brother?"

"Please come in."

Wang Anfeng nodded, without refuting, he stepped into the yard.

Hong Feibai was standing in a corner of the courtyard practicing his sword, the light of the sword was sharp, a broken sword, when he swung it, it was already full of vistas, when he saw Wang Anfeng, he stopped his movements slightly.

Some disciples have already reported to the teacher's wife.

At this moment, Wang Anfeng, who had not been in the courtyard of Tianjianmen for a long time, suddenly felt a slight chill in his heart, and raised his head suddenly.

The sky is the same as before, but there is a mighty sword intent, soaring into the sky, even after such a long distance, you can still feel the feeling of being cut by a sword, and your expression changes suddenly.

In the courtyard, the long sword mourned.

"This is……"

"not good!"

Glancing at each other, Wang Anfeng and Hong Feibai rushed out of the courtyard, and ran towards the direction where the fierce aura rose. With their lightness skills, they had already arrived at the restaurant in the city within a few tens of breaths.

The corpses all over the floor, which was originally the most luxurious and prosperous place, have almost turned into a scene like a sea of ​​blood.

The sword intent remained, and refused to dissipate.

The old man at the tea stall opposite the restaurant looked a little pale, and his calves were a little weak.

Hong Feibai recognized the sword intent overflowing around here, saw the fallen martial artist in the building, felt the unbelievably strong aura, his complexion changed drastically, his eyes were almost red, and he was about to charge forward with the broken sword Walk.

Gong Rui was frightened by the cold-faced middle-aged swordsman, and lost face in front of his subordinates.

The leader did not stand without majesty. Seeing Hongfei's white, blue and white sword robe at this time, anger grew in his heart, and he suddenly waved his palm, and the elite of Bailian almost instinctively buckled down the mechanism crossbow in his hand.

The so-called migratory locust landscape unfolds here.

A crossbow shot through the air, but only enveloped the two people on the street. Wang Anfeng smelled the smell of blood in his nose, his heart was beating faster and faster, thoughts flooded his mind, what he saw before, Honghui's appearance resurfaced.

"I know another way, but no one has walked this way for a long time."

"I have to go clean up first..."

What is the path of the swordsman?
What is the path of the swordsman? !

Don't say a word.

Deafening!
Someone beside him couldn't help exclaiming, the old man in the tea stall almost covered his eyes, he didn't want to see the disaster of the young man in green shirt who came here to drink tea every day, and lamented in his heart.

Sword intent surged around.

Wang Anfeng's eyes widened, and his right hand almost instinctively grasped the hilt of the iron sword.

The sword roared loudly.

For a moment of depression, he pulled out his sheath suddenly. The long sword outlined the sword intent that had been unwilling to disperse for a long time in the world. The bright sword light lit up from the sky and the earth. It falls like rain and moves like locusts.

A youth in green shirt stepped forward heavily.

The iron sword whistled, and the sound of the qin came from behind, like singing with a sword.

With a long whistle, the three-foot green front circulated.

So there are locusts scattered.

The old man who was still able to stand still after smelling the pungent bloody smell just now widened his eyes, his legs went limp, and he sat firmly on the ground.

Holding the iron box containing the five copper plates with both arms, he watched the green shirt rushing towards the formation, the long sword whistling, smashing all the locusts, the three-foot green sword spit out bright sword light, and beat Hundreds of people in the formation staggered to and fro, their lips were trembling, they held the iron box in their arms more and more, the copper plate trembled, and there were tinkling and tinkling.

In his mind, he thought about the young man's ramblings yesterday, which was blank, and only one last thought remained in his mind.

"This sword is really worth a hundred thousand gold!"

In the yard under the third plane tree.

The beautiful woman shed her tears again, leaned against the bed, and stayed for a moment, thinking about her husband's gentle whisper when he left, after thinking for a while, she took the bowl of porridge from the table.

It's still just the right temperature for the entrance, neither hot nor cold, just like in the past.

He raised his hand to hold the spoon and stirred it, and found his favorite dried fruit in it since he was a child. It was hidden at the bottom. At this time, the taste was soft, which was his favorite appearance.

Holding the bowl of porridge, she was in a daze.

He never said anything like this...

Honghui was walking on the road at an extremely fast speed, but his face was still cold and hard.

The scenery on both sides was swept towards the back. On a gazebo in front, a man with a calm expression was sitting, with a red long knife stuck upside down in front of him, with a tiger on the handle.

On the left and right, there are two people standing. There is a majestic man holding an epee like a cone, and an old man with a long knife on his back.

Wan Longke looked up at Honghui who had stopped, and said:
"You know, it's not you that I want to wait for."

Honghui's face showed no fear, even though this person had forced him into a desperate situation in the Taoist temple, he still did so. He raised his eyes and looked at the several masters in front of him, including Baihutang, the master of Yuedaomen, and Hujian. Jiankui has a radius of more than five hundred miles in both directions, and many masters have already arrived.

Sure enough, I never waited for several days in vain.

The middle-aged swordsman sighed slightly, his hair had already turned [-]% white.

His back was still straight, like a sword in his hand.

His face was cold and hard.

Without opening his mouth, he raised his hand to greet the guests with an immortal, and the most basic straight stab has been thrust out.

It was ordinary at first, and then even though many changes had taken place, the changes in this energy became more and more complicated, and finally converged, mighty and mighty, like a dragon, sweeping forward.

It can be seen here that all of them are top fighters with a radius of more than [-] li. Seeing the mighty sword intent of this move, the most important point is that the sword move hidden in it is really very fierce and contains many changes. At the moment, you can either dodge it or dodge it. It is self-sustaining martial arts is not bad, and he resists with weapons.

The celestial phenomena within a radius of ten miles are changing.

Sen Rui's sword intent almost soared into the sky.

The white snow accumulated on the ground suddenly scattered, and then was swept by the sword wind, and the sound of weapons clashing rang out continuously.

One of them groaned, but it turned out that he had been injured by just one move. The white snow disappeared, and everyone's expressions almost changed suddenly. A knife was inserted upside down on the ground.

The swordsman's wrist, whose temples were already gray, stirred slightly.

The man with the knife spat out blood and his heart was broken. Even the master could hardly survive, and he died immediately.

Honghui drew his sword, stood staggeringly on the ground, raised his eyes to look at the horrified warriors around him, took a long breath, his face was cold and hard, just like the stereotyped impression of him by the leaders of these sects, he held a long sword in one hand, and slightly bowed body, made a salute, and said:
"The first one, it seems that the ability to kill has never been forgotten."

"The snow here is just sleeping, so please stay here..."

The warrior with the sword stared and shouted angrily, saying:

"Honghui, you are bold!"

Hong Hui was slightly startled, with a look of nostalgia on his face, he suddenly shook his head and laughed, the louder the laughter became, the more rampant it became, he paused suddenly, and said loudly:
"I have been timid for 23 years."

"It's time to be bold!"

The sword in his hand whistled softly.

The swordsman is no longer the peak master, and his face gradually becomes calm. He holds the sword in his right hand, and his left hand is bluffed, brushing past the edge of the long sword.

Inheritance, inheritance.

Tianjianmen has been going up and down for a hundred years, and the five mountain peaks are the inheritance.

More than a thousand disciples are the inheritance, even their families, relatives, tens of thousands of people, all related to each other, all prosperity and all loss, all are inheritance.

Tianjianmen has been in decline for a long time, surrounded by wolves, waiting for Shi Shuxian to go, no one can take the lead, waiting for countless casualties, it is the disciples who are displaced, and there is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Who in the world has no relatives?
The matter of abandoning the son was brought up by the daughter herself when she was in trouble.

The so-called no regrets, both father and daughter are like this.

But they only need to blame me.

The swordsman's expression was cold and hard, and he straightened his back as he thought to himself.

He failed to achieve a higher level of enlightenment as his master hoped, and he was not a good disciple. His disciples turned against him, his daughter died because of him, and his wife reprimanded him with tears in his eyes...

Looking back on half my life, I have been rampant for 16 years, and then I have been cautious and cautious. So far, it has been a full 23 years, and I have wasted 39 years of life in the world.

However, the sound of Jian Xiao became louder and louder.

Hong Hui's face was as cold and hard as before, and his black hair had turned white.

The last quiet smile of the daughter.

The face of the corpse when it was blown away by the wind, the scolding of the wife, the rebellion of the disciple.

One by one flashed in front of my eyes.

His heart throbbed slightly, but his face was extremely cold.

No regrets.

How can you regret it?

You will be in pain, you will mourn, you will be sad because of this, but you cannot regret it. If you regret it, you are insulting the daughter who looked at herself and said frankly that there is no relative in the world. To be a direct disciple is to insult the self who has come to the present, and the fellow disciple who fell on the road.

insulted the sword.

He turned Qingfeng slightly in his hand, and his back straightened even more with a heavy load on his back.

At this time, the heart that has been cautious for 23 years has also given birth to overwhelming pride, as if standing here is still the young sword-wielding boy who did not know the heights of the sky and the earth, and dared to ask the Jade Emperor to get off his horse.

Kill all enemies, slaughter all enemies, exchange for a legacy, exchange for a sword heart.

Change to a magnificent future ten years later.

Regret?
No regrets, no regrets!
Isn't this the teacher?Is this the teacher?

Carrying the heavy burden of tradition, I shouldered the gate of darkness and let them go to a wide and bright place.

Passing the torch.

When the salary is exhausted, the fire spreads.

The edge of the long sword was raised slightly, and Ling Lie's sword force rose from his body, covering everyone in front of him under his attack, and everyone was terrified beyond words.

The weapon in the palm of the Xiangzhu Baihutang trembled and buzzed, and the sea of ​​clouds dispersed above the sky, the sword light was sharp and arrogant, as if to express all the caution and caution in the past 23 years.

With the sound of clanging and whistling, the energy collapsed.

The incense master of Baihutang opened his eyes slightly, and an almost unbelievable suppressing force came from the knife in his palm, and the energy shot out, cutting a bloodstain on his face, the sword energy collided with the inner energy, and the needle The thorn-like pain continued, making his body tremble slightly, making it difficult to stabilize.

This was especially true for Honghui who was facing him, he seemed to be in a daze, whispering, sneering, mocking and provocative.

The Heavenly Sword Gate is exhausted.

If you don't shrink back, be a sect with a shrunken head, beat and scold at will, or you can barely keep the inheritance of the sect.

shrink?Beat and scold?
Just a joke!
There are tens of thousands of swordplayers in the rivers and lakes, which one is a coward?
The man who was not confused by his age had a rebellious expression, as bright as a teenager.

(End of this chapter)