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Chapter 813 The Name of Ben Lei (Two in One)

The startled salamander stopped tens of miles away from Fei Lingzong.

It has a majestic physique, and when it shakes its head and flicks its tail, it can see the turbulent waves of the East China Sea. An ordinary iron-clad military ship, even if it is full of soldiers, is no match for it. Against the enemy, even a master warrior who has attained the Tao in a certain sense, is just a living target.

Flying Spirit Sect, Zuoqiu Gu.

Master of the East China Sea.

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

Stepping on the sea with a sword in hand.

The disciples of the Flying Spirit Sect are already in full formation. Except for those sent to Penglai Island, several elders and deacons are lined up on both sides, all of them are at the level of the third grade. I often have the experience of killing high-level warriors with low levels.

Feiling Island is not comparable to Penglai, but it is also one of the strange islands overseas, and there are many fairy tales and ghosts.

There is only one high mountain on the island, Wang Anfeng just looked up and saw Zuoqiugu standing with his hands behind his back in the pavilion on the top of the mountain. He was only in his early forties, with gray temples and a very elegant demeanor.

There are still thirteen black Thunder Spears behind Zuoqiugu.

When Wang Anfeng raised his head to look at him, Zuoqiugu was also secretly sizing up this young warrior who had suddenly appeared out of the sky. He paused on the sheathed broad sword in his palm, and saw the startled salamander diving into the bottom of the sea behind Wang Anfeng. , a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.He already guessed the reason why he hadn't noticed the thirteen Thunder Spear Qi before.

His eyes fell on Wang Anfeng again. In his prime, he used nine thunder spears to smash through the battlefields of the two countries and stop a battle of tens of thousands of people. Why didn't I say something in advance, so that some disciples from a certain faction could go and receive him."

He stood in the pavilion on the top of the mountain, but his voice seemed to be close to his ears.

Wang Anfeng replied flatly:
"The suzerain sent the deputy suzerain to kill my grandfather, but he didn't say hello."

"It's nothing more than half a catty. I also have a bad guest who returns the courtesy after coming to the door."

Zuoqiu Gu's voice fell silent, and said:
"Penglai Island in the East China Sea is a place where air, earth, air and dragon veins meet for thousands of miles in the East China Sea."

"Among the sacred places of practice in the world, only Kunlun Mountain and Yuhu Mountain in northern Xinjiang can be compared with Penglai Island. Unfortunately, these two places are too far away, and they both have masters. Except for Penglai, there is no other suitable island in the world. This is the place where I practiced."

"Wang Anfeng, you and I are both people in the Jianghu, the people in the Jianghu, the unhappy court and the aristocratic family, I don't want to talk to you too much."

"I have already planned to bring Penglai Island under the sect. Those people say that treasures are acquired by those who are virtuous. In the end, they are acquired by those who are strong. Since I am from the Jianghu, then of course I have to see the truth under my hands, otherwise No matter how beautiful you say it, it is empty and useless, what do you think?"

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes, he had always been calm and upright, but the corners of his mouth twitched, and said:
"The suzerain has never visited Kunlun and Yuhu, but chose Penglai. Is it considered bullying?"

Zuoqiugu's expression was calm, and the mountains under his feet shook suddenly. Wang Anfeng retreated to one side suddenly. Almost instantly, the water surface under his feet directly exploded ten feet of waves, soaring into the sky, and immediately smashed down heavily. It's like rushing to thunder.

Facing the real famous masters of the Seven Schools, Wang Anfeng didn't dare to underestimate them.

The Shenwu sword in his hand was unsheathed directly, and he raised his hand to release the soldiers. The blue sword exploded, passed through the curtain of heavy waves, and pointed directly at Zuoqiugu. Spear, raise your hand again and shake it, the tip of Ben Lei's spear and Sending Bing Xie Jian Gang point together, and they shatter together like this.

Wang Anfeng was already approaching, and the divine martial arts sword in his hand was lingering with energy, and there was a sudden sword cry, sweeping across, and vigorous sword momentum rose from the blades on both sides.

The mighty wind blows.

Faced with this sword that clearly reached the level of a master, Zuoqiugu finally stopped holding it up, grabbed it with his right hand, and a Thunder Spear flew out from behind. This sword is suppressed.

Wang Anfeng turned the hilt of the sword in an instant, the sword grid caught the Thunder Spear, and then pushed it sideways towards Zuoqiugu, a cluster of sparks exploded on the long sword and short spear, the sword edge was already approaching Zuoqiugu, and immediately changed its move at the opponent At this time, he leaned back, avoiding the sweeping short spear, and slashed obliquely with the long sword in his hand.

The cold sword intent swung from the blade.

A sword swings the cold autumn.

At this time, the martial arts that have been tempered and practiced came into play. The sword's edge brushed Zuoqiu Gu's clothes. Although he failed to hurt the latter, he retreated three steps in a row. The clothes embroidered with the blue waves of the East China Sea shattered into pieces of butterflies. Flying down from the top of the mountain, a wave came and submerged directly into the bottom of the sea.

Wang Anfeng turned over and backed away, the sword in his hand lingered.

Zuo Qiugu's face turned cold, he raised his left hand, and grabbed the second Thunder Spear.

Still not using Feilingzong's unique technique, stepping down, relying on the huge air mechanism that he cultivated step by step, the master Wang Anfeng climbed to with the help of the magic weapon, after all, is considered an outsider. The sword was drawn as usual, but at this moment, Zuo Qiugu was already approaching, and the two spears were used alternately.

Whether it is drawing or chopping, or thrusting and thrusting, all kinds of martial arts are readily available, but they are all in the style of masters. Wang Anfeng uses swordsmanship to fight against the enemy. It is also tyrannical enough to maintain a situation where it is only at a disadvantage but has not been completely defeated.

In the eyes of others, the battle between the two could hardly be seen clearly, they could only feel the thunder running, but when they turned their heads, it was empty, only the rocks were shaking, and waves were set off.

Ten consecutive strong winds sent soldiers to the solution.

The sword in Wang Anfeng's hand is still stable, but his aura has dropped by half.

Zuo Qiugu stepped on the cloud with a spear, and said calmly: "Yes, at your age, I can't do five moves in front of you. Twenty years ago, I am afraid that I am not your opponent."

The voice did not fall, and the short spear in his hand had been shot out suddenly, but he did not shy away from the plot.

The housekeeping skills of Feilingzong showed up for the first time from this grandmaster. The distance between the two was tens of feet, but in front of Ben Lei's speed, the space and distance seemed to be completely erased. Wang Anfeng could instantly, even then Before he could make a move, he raised his long sword and knocked the first spear away.

The Thunder Spear pierced through the clouds, and the thunder light spread for more than thirty miles.

But there was already a thunderbolt on Wang Anfeng's right hand, spreading all the way to his arm.

The second spear was shot almost at the instant Wang Anfeng shot, and this time it landed on Wang Anfeng's left shoulder. With a wave, the thunder broke out violently, covering the clouds and mists that were comparable to an entire city, and shattered them.

So there was a tornado in the East China Sea.

People far away on other islands can see from a distance that the sky above Feilingzong is covered by layers of thick dark clouds and vortexes, like a dragon drawing water, slowly rotating, thunder is constantly flashing, the sea is heaving, and heavy rain The downpour is like a natural disaster on a certain day.

Wang Anfeng walked out of the sea of ​​clouds long before that.

Although Lei Ting is tyrannical, because he himself has practiced one of the top thunder skills in the world, it has no effect, but he is a little embarrassed. After flying out of the sea of ​​clouds, he stabilized his breath and used Zuo Qiugu to break through the sea of ​​clouds. Restoration of air.

In a short period of time, [-]% of them were answered.

The final thunder impact was swallowed by Wang Anfeng through gritted teeth, and his mood remained unchanged.

Li Bo had already had a similar experience in his stories. He grew up hearing the old man's stories. According to the old man's story, how could it be possible for a warrior to always fight those undefeated fights?But whether to fight or not, we still have to fight.

Even if people swung their knives and slashed your parents' necks, you have to be patient, and you have to be able to beat them before you shoot?How big a coward would it be to do that?
The old man took a sip of his wine, narrowed his eyes with a smile, and shook his fingers.

There are very few things that are [-]% victorious, and there are so many times in this world that you can't beat it, and you will bite off the meat of the opponent with your teeth.Warriors often have to draw their knives to chop off those who are stronger than themselves. If you don't fight, anyone will dare to step on your head. Do you want to fight?
What's more, the confrontation between warriors is not a Mohist institution, but a Confucian art.

You may not be able to fight well, just kill to death, how many dead end confrontations, those immortals with big sleeves fluttering close to the martial arts of the rivers and lakes, hit the heart with a killer, and died hard, but those who started They used their tactics and played wildly, and as a result, people saw a big flaw.

This is called making a fortune in a muffled voice, and then making a fool of yourself.

Zuoqiu Gu broke through the clouds and came out.

Wang Anfeng still only used swordsmanship to fight against the enemy, this time he even used the sword energy of the Northern Border Army God Rusi three thousand feet.

Zuoqiugu became more and more determined in his heart. This is the owner of the sword brought back by Shentu Hongye earlier, and the current method is even more important. He is more than 70 years old, and he has fought against countless swordsmen who are amazingly talented and brilliant in his life. Well, there are not none of those who are young and can go straight to the ninth heaven with a breath of sword energy.

What is displayed in the hands are all martial arts that restrain the swordsman.

After dozens of fights, he raised his hand and another Thunder Spear shot out.

Just like before, the instantaneous speed almost wiped out the existence of space, but the power did not decrease at all.

Wang Anfeng protected his vitals, and blood finally flowed out from his vajra body, and the blood was mixed with a little bit of pale gold like stars.Falling into the clouds, and then falling into the East China Sea, but the moment the opponent made a move, he stabbed forward with the Shenwu sword in his hand, Qingfeng untied Qianqiuxue, and the icy sword intent pierced Zuoqiugu's left shoulder.

The two fell into the East China Sea together.

Blast two waves.

Zuo Qiugu stood on Wangyang, felt that the meridians on his left shoulder were gradually freezing, and it was difficult for his internal energy to flow. He sneered, and blue thunder exploded on his body, hair, eyebrows and eyes, and the cold feeling in the meridians instantly shattered. On top of it, it seems that Leibu is upright.

"Tianshan swordsmanship, Qingfeng's interpretation of sword intent, and the sword power of Tianjian, the shadow of military martial arts."

"Even there are methods in northern Xinjiang."

"You have learned a lot. I didn't know that Shenwu Mansion has such a wide range of friends."

Wang Anfeng didn't answer, but pressed his tongue against his chin, locked his chest and abdomen and took a breath.

Zuo Qiugu raised his eyebrows, he was surprised and then suddenly realized that the victory or defeat of warriors in a fight is not just about the level of skill, if there is a disturbance in each other's mood, the damage to the combat power is no less than poisoning, how many famous disciples have superb martial arts, and when they are about to fight But his state of mind is as chaotic as a torrent, and he can't compare to those veterans of military strategists.

Although the person in front of me is young, he is not a baby after all.

As soon as he opens his mouth at this time, the invisible energy is bound to be vented, and the military strategists will lose their energy in one go, and then decline, exhausted, and the vigor will be dissipated, and they are almost ten miles away from winning.

Zuoqiugu raised his hand, and casually let go of the blow of speaking skills, saying:

"Not bad, would you like to try this trick?"

This time is different from just now, the voice fell five breaths before making a move.

There was no longer any means to entangle the energy of heaven and earth, and all the grand master's aura was just condensed on the dark and heavy Thunder Spear. With a slight movement of the palm, there was a bang, and the Thunder Spear had appeared on Wang Anfeng's body. In front of him, there was almost no reaction time for anyone.

The energy consumed by this spear was even above the sea of ​​clouds that had just been shattered.

There was light shining on the Shenwu sword, and the sword energy in Wang Anfeng's body thundered like a dragon.

The Shenwu Sword came first, blocking the tip of the Thunder Spear an inch.

Wang Anfeng stepped on the surface of the sea with both feet, slid towards the back for a few miles, turned his wrists, gritted his teeth and raised his strength, and guided the spear into the bottom of the sea with the principle of Tai Chi harmony. Almost instantly, the second spear appeared in front of him. And the blade of the long sword is facing down, there is no way to return to defense.

The spear hit Wang Anfeng heavily.

His figure flew upside down and landed heavily on the surface of the sea. Zuo Qiugu stepped on the sea with a spear in his hand. He saw Palace Master Shenwu half kneeling on the sea opposite him, holding a sword in his right hand and tightly clutching his chest with his left hand. The lightning spear had pierced his chest, and he was panting rapidly.

A white wave galloped straight behind and crashed into a deserted island.

The jungle and stone mountains on the deserted island collapsed, as if cut by a sword.

Zuo Qiugu stood on the surface of the sea, his heart was slow, his words were haughty, and he said flatly: "That's right, very good, you can catch my five Thunder Spears, among the younger generation, there are very few people with such means."

"It's a pity that you will die here after all."

Immediately raising his hand, the Thunder Spear in his hand assumed a special posture.

"This trick is called Ben Lei Taichu."

"It was created by the sect after listening to the great Qin Liwu's fall, and fought fiercely with the people of Kunlun Mountain in Kunlun Mountain to a draw."

"Take it from the beginning of the chaos, the meaning of the beginning of the thunder, it should be included in the ranks of the best in the world, but it is a pity that Li Wu has already fallen into the realm, otherwise you should fight him to see who is capable of carrying the martial arts of the world. However, the word Benlei and the name Leidao, I shall fight against them in the future."

His voice paused, and said lightly:
"If I, Zuoqiugu, can't do this, who else in the world can do it?"

The strength of the Ben Lei Spear is entangled, the vastness of the beginning.

Wang Anfeng, who was always calm, had already hit his heart like a sledgehammer, and his expression was in a trance.

Li Wu...

Li Wu? !
On the hospital bed, the scholar who had finally regained some energy chatted and laughed with the handsome man whose beard and hair had never been completely white. His expression was rarely high-spirited. When the man left, he looked at his back and smiled to himself:

"Li Wu, I will leave the rest to you."

"With my body, heh, I really should have learned some martial arts back then."

The mighty man paused, nodded and left.

After Qianzhu left, the scholar beckoned the peeping child to come to him.

The child was a little precocious, and asked Uncle Li's name, which clearly meant abandoning the Tao, why was he called Li Wu.

The scholar was silent for a long time, stroked the child's hair, and said softly:

"He was originally Li Wu."

"You have to remember, An Feng."

"Even if the whole world forgets his name, you must always remember that he is not someone who forsakes the Dao, at least not just. His name is Li Wu, the Wu who uses Wu to stop fighting, and the Wu who dominates the world."

"Da Qin, Li Wu."

The burly man sent off the scholar and took the five-year-old child with him.

The child grows up slowly.

The big man's hair is also slowly graying.

The child stretches out.

The big man has become an old man, and his back is a little bent.

Eyes narrowed when laughing.

The child who was only as tall as the bed was already taller than the big man back then.

Wang Anfeng's right hand trembled violently.

"Li Wu..."

"Uncle Li?"

Zuoqiugu was accumulating strength, suddenly sensed something was wrong, and looked up.

The Palace Master Shenwu who was supposed to have his chest pierced through and Lei Jin entered his body slowly stood up, let go of his left hand, Zuo Qiugu's pupils suddenly shrank, and the Thunder Spear was grasped abruptly with his palm, and his palm was full of It was blood, but it didn't penetrate his chest at all.

Was it just a disguise? !
Zuoqiugu felt frightened and angry for a moment.

Wang Anfeng raised his head, looked at Zuoqiugu, and said softly:
"You said, Li Wu?"

Zuoqiugu was frightened and angry, thinking that Li Wu is the general of Shenwu Palace, and now that Liwu is living in the rivers and lakes, I am afraid that the master of Shenwu Palace felt that he could not control it. Seeing the appearance of this person in front of him, he probably regretted it very much. Spear, with a slight sneer, said mockingly: "That's right, the original name is Abandoned Dao."

"It's the number one fighter under your Daqin Shenwu Mansion."

"No. 11 of the world's famous generals, Zhenyue, who was once the strongest in Daqin, abandoned the road."

"But now that he has fallen, he probably will die soon. The name of Ben Lei should belong to me."

As he expected, the Lord of Shenwu Mansion in front was in a trance.

Before he felt complacent, a chill rose from the bottom of his heart immediately.

Raising his head suddenly, he saw strands of thunder bursting out from Wang Anfeng's drooping left hand. At the same time, where the sword was held in his right hand, a crimson flame burned, and his pupils instantly turned into red gold.

The surface of the East China Sea sank suddenly.

Sink again!

Zuo Qiugu's heart rang alarm bells, and the Thunder Spear in his hand suddenly shot out. Wang Anfeng didn't seem to see it, and he didn't care, and rushed towards the short spear. The thunder flashed across the sky. Time unfolds.

I hold three thousand methods.

Three thousand methods are unified into one.

Intercept the part between cause and effect, reverse cause and effect.

You can't control the master, but you can control yourself. This is the trump card that can rival the master.

Wang Anfeng's body was instantly blurred, and when he reappeared, he was already a foot in front of Zuoqiugu, as if he had passed through that master's best ultimate move, his thick aura burst out, his muscles and bones made a sound of diamond collision, and Zuoqiugu's pupils shrank suddenly , unable to react in time, grabbed a Thunder Spear and stabbed forward suddenly.

The sword in Wang Anfeng's right hand was blown away.

Zuoqiugu's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was not much strength on the sword at all. He realized in an instant, was it a false move? !

The blown Shenwu sword turned into a state of illusory aura and submerged into Wang Anfeng's body.

The air machine went to Kunlun with one breath.

Wang Anfeng's right hand instantly grabbed Zuoqiugu's wrist. Zuoqiugu's physique was like a diamond in Buddhism. Zuoqiugu couldn't break free at all, so Wang Anfeng pulled him over. Wang Anfeng raised his left hand and grabbed Zuoqiugu's neck tightly. It is the only chance to win against the Grandmaster.

Shaolin dragon grabs hands, explores the moon, locks throat.

Vajra Buddha, the ten powers of the Tathagata.

Angrily drank in the throat.

Twist suddenly, step, turn over.

smash!
Amidst the loud bang, Zuoqiugu was smashed heavily on the sea surface. Under the blessing of terrifying speed, the originally gentle water flow, like the hardest steel in the world, immediately exploded and turned into water mist that soared into the sky, reaching the clouds and flying Luo, Zuo Qiugu's throat was sweet, and he coughed up blood.

With just this one blow, all of his energy was smashed apart by such brute force.

Then he punched the air machine, as dense as mountains and seas, and smashed down heavily.

One punch, two punches.

Three punches.

Not giving Zuoqiugu a chance to mobilize his energy at all, Fei Lingzong is very good at body skills and instant explosive martial arts. The elders of the sect have also traveled around, and have obtained many close-up moves of the sect, and even intercepted the essence from them and integrated them into themselves The number of martial arts, all of which cannot be concealed.

Flying Spirit Sect is not good at external martial arts, not good at close-body fists and feet.

Wang Anfeng went all out with every punch, and brought his vajra physique to the limit. Although Shaolin Temple has various methods, it is also undeniable. Every punch landed on Zuo Qiugu's body accurately, and he couldn't dodge it.

The waves on the sea were like fury.

Dragons suck water.

Purely smashed out the dragon chant and thunder with the front of his fist.

After a long time, Wang Anfeng got up panting heavily, and Grandmaster Donghai was as limp as mud under his feet, his muscles and bones were broken in 71 places, and he was smashed by brute force, even Grandmaster, there was nothing he could do about it.

Wang Anfeng looked at Zuo Qiugu and raised his hand. There was blood on the front of the fist, some from Zuo Qiugu and his own.

After wiping the blood from the vibrating air machine at the corner of his mouth, it was the first time he spoke so firmly and coldly.

"Ben Lei? That's Uncle Li's martial arts, Uncle Li's..."

"You do not deserve."

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