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Chapter 824 The moon cracks, black clothes come out (12)

This sword energy is thick and heavy, and it carries the general trend of piercing through the two rivers and lakes in the northern border of the Western Regions. The sword array deployed by eighteen female sword attendants failed to even entangle for a breath, and was cut from the air. The sound was endless, and those fine-quality silk and satin materials were flying in pieces, like butterflies scattered.

The qi mechanism connected together by the eighteen women was chopped to pieces.

Wearing white clothes with wide sleeves, but without the air of a fairy, they all fell down.

Sword out.

Under the blow of the sword, only Chu Yangyu was left standing on the high place.

Sword collection.

The long sword made of several kinds of precious materials mixed in Wang Anfeng's hand couldn't bear it. A crack opened from the center of the spine of the sword, and it immediately burst, turning into powder and pouring down from his hand. The female bachelor, with a hint of apology on her face, said sorry softly.

The maester's face flushed.

Chu Yangyu didn't care about the defeat of his eighteen sword servants, but he was a little surprised because he didn't expect to be defeated in a face-to-face encounter.

A few days ago, he knew that the opponent he was targeting this time was the first echelon martial arts of the younger generation, but relying on the sword formation passed down a hundred years ago, he thought that he could take advantage of it by surprise and take some time to serve him with the sword. Swordsmanship is proficient, delaying a stick of incense should not be a problem.

Even if all 18 people are discounted here, it doesn't matter.

Only after meeting him this time did I realize that it was not because of his father's lingering shadow that this young man who was about the same age as himself was able to leave strong and colorful traces in several rivers and lakes.

Immediately sneered, and said in his mouth that the master of Shenwu Palace is so domineering, he has stepped forward, his arms and cuffs are rolled up a few times, revealing a pair of thick and strong palms, and he has the idea of ​​fighting in his heart, wanting to see what his methods are, How high can it be.

A hundred years ago, Damo Forest of Steles was as famous as Qingfengjie.

Afterwards, because of Qingfengjie's three generations in a row, Murong Qingxue, Zhu Ling, and Gongyu came out in succession, making the whole Qingfengjie's sword energy prevail, and the Damo Forest of Steles can no longer be compared with it, like an ordinary sword furnace. There are three famous swords that show their sharpness, and their auras are naturally different.

Some people have asserted that for 300 years, Qingfeng Jiejian Qi has been holding the sword for the world.

But Chu Yangyu still had pride in his heart, and felt that he was not inferior to Qingfeng Jie Xianrenjian.

As if a flying eagle soared straight down, the palm of the palm was sunken, and it slapped down hard.

As soon as he landed with one palm, he turned over with another palm, and he didn't know how many palms were thrown in an instant.

The force of the palm is strong, and the air is pressed down layer by layer.

With the naked eye, a huge palm can be seen falling.

Wang Anfeng's expression remained unchanged, and he pointed like a sword, raised his hand and pointed out, directly piercing that layer of thick palm, his aura was chaotic, it was originally a palm that could collapse the entire courtyard with one palm, but in the end it was only as strong as The breeze was blowing on the face, blowing a few reddish leaves and falling.

Li Changxing grew up in the deep palace, with strict rules and regulations. Since he is the emperor's family, he has many things to learn, and it is impossible for anyone to really fight in front of him. The so-called masters he has seen are all kind and kind.

He had never seen people fighting like this in Jianghu.

What's more, at the beginning, the sword energy fell into lotus flowers like rain, and then the sword energy was as thick as a mountain peak and walked against the sky, knocking down fairies like falling mud, dazzled for a while, subconsciously took a step forward, and was about to go down, Wang Anfeng left the sleeve of the robe With a swipe, he let out a little energy, shaking the boy back a step.

Li Changxing stumbled backwards on Ren Dong, and immediately woke up.

Shaking his head, he wasn't an ignorant drunkard. He was very aware of the consequences of his going out, and he was immediately afraid. When he looked up and saw a blue suit standing in front of him, he was slightly taken aback.

Wang Anfeng looked at Chu Yangyu, who suddenly retreated a few feet, with a calm expression, slow breathing, and vigilance in his body. Since the latter came to the door so ostentatiously after knowing his identity, he must have the confidence not to lose to Chu Yangyu. his means.

Chu Yangyu backed away and opened the distance, seeing that Wang Anfeng was still standing in front of Li Changxing, with an unsteady expression, he suddenly smiled and said, "I never thought that the Lord of Shenwu Palace would still be a dog of the court."

Without raising his eyelids, Wang Anfeng said:
"Li Changxing, what do you call me?"

Li Changxing was stunned for a moment, and immediately said sincerely without any ambiguity:
"Master Uncle."

Wang Anfeng looked at Chu Yangyu, and said leisurely:

"Did you hear that? If you have any means to suppress the bottom of the box, you can try it out."

"At the end of the day, it has to be the method used by the head master of the White Tiger Hall to distract himself."

Chu Yangyu's expression changed several times, and he said coldly:
"Good courage."

"Then give it a try!"

After saying that, the energy flowed up, at first it was just a test, but after seeing that Wang Anfeng was just standing there and didn't make a move, he became more courageous, the energy was mobilized, and the charm shrunk in his pupils, gradually showing the appearance of rotation, not yet Wei Wen, suddenly heard the sound of thunder exploding.

The hairs on Chu Yangyu's body exploded, and when he raised his head, two streaks of light were left in the depths of his pupils, and it was too late to avoid them.

Thunder has submerged into the body.

Although it was only a silver needle, its fierceness was no less than that of a crossbow spear, and it burst out of the body suddenly.

Chu Yangyu's qi machine was broken up in time, his face turned pale, and he coughed up blood. His plan to wake up his body to take a photo fell short. He covered his wound, looked at Wang Anfeng, gritted his teeth and said:
"you……"

Wang Anfeng looked at this opponent who was simply too much, and didn't answer. According to the people he had dealt with in the past, no one would believe what the enemy said. Warriors fight with each other, not just comparing skills, state of mind, and will , intuition, speaking skills, and eyesight are all in it.

He never thought that Chu Yangyu, who spoke so loudly, was actually a young child who had never traveled the rivers and lakes.

The corners of his mouth were pursed, and the five fingers of his right hand were opened. Beside him, Li Changxing saw a thunderbolt explode in the air. Immediately, he ran like a dragon and snake. The dragon snake held its tail and turned into a ring. The other is bright blue, which spreads instantly circle by circle, and I don't know how many roads there are.

The thunder rings were arranged in a row like a cylinder, and immediately rotated against the trend.

A silver needle was suspended in the middle of the circles of thunder rings.

On it, Zidian ran endlessly.

When killing the suzerain of the Feiling sect, Zuoqiugu dropped a skin scroll as thin as a cicada's wing, and Wang Anfeng grabbed it casually when he left, but he didn't know that it was the unique knowledge passed down by the only suzerain in the Feiling sect. After a few days, under Li Bo's guidance, he has already started.

Holding it casually, the silver needle trembled and shot out at a terrifying speed.

Chu Yangyu was completely unable to react, his shoulder had been pierced through, spurting out blood.

Wang Anfeng brushed his right hand over his waist. The silver needles given to him by his second master Wu Changqing were all hidden in a cloth bag that could be rolled up. At this moment, they were unfolded in front of him like a scroll. , Trembling and buzzing, it seems that spirituality is born, and it wants to stand out and attack the enemy.

The silver needle is tiny, and the martial artist's speed is extremely fast, so it is difficult to hit it.

Therefore, Fei Lingzong created the Thunder Spear to attack the enemy.

But Wang Anfeng's pupils were pale gold, and within the pressure he could bear, he connected the cause and effect of the inevitable hit to the silver needle and Chu Yangyu, who frantically used his body skills to evade.

Wang Anfeng released the silver needles one by one.

Accelerated by the power generated by the reversal of thunder, the flying needle burst out, leaving behind a pure white cloud of air waves. Chill came out, and the hearts of the two dead men hidden in the dark were even more chilly, full of fear and awe.

The thirteen silver needles swam away like fish.

Immediately lined up in a row and suddenly penetrated.

Chu Yangyu let out a low growl, and heard a soft ding, all the silver needles shot out with the Feilingzong's unique technique lost power and fell down. up to the sky.

Chu Yangyu was panting heavily.

In front of him, a bright moon rose.

Indifferent and clear, even the big sun in the sky couldn't hide it, it turned into a ball of streamer, protecting Chu Yangyu, with a huge aura, almost no cover.

Zhou Shen was furious.

"Three thousand li bright moon?"

"This is the magical weapon that Senior Zhao used 50 years ago!"

Chu Yangyu raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked indifferently at the enraged Zhou Shen below, and said:

"Since he is a disciple of the Damo Forest of Steles, after his death and Dao disappeared, he left behind a magic weapon. I am naturally qualified to take it for protection. This is my matter in the Forest of Steles. Does Elder Zhou have any objections?"

Zhou Shen held the sword in his right hand, and would have stepped forward if he hadn't been stopped.

Chu Yangyu looked at Wang Anfeng, and said: "It's the Spirit Breaking Awl of the Feiling Sect...Using the power of thunder to drive the weapon, I didn't expect that the master of Shenwu Palace could use this spear throwing technique so superbly. admire."

"Let me ask the palace master one more question."

"Do you really want to be our enemy?"

Chu Yangyu never knew that the enmity between Wang Anfeng and Baihutang had long been forged, and after the death of Loulan Zhang Yu in the Western Regions, it had become more serious. Relying on the magic weapon, he still had other ideas.

Wang Anfeng opened his right hand, and summoned the Thunder Spear from the Shaolin Temple, which was only one step behind the divine weapon.

Chu Yangyu's expression sank, he nodded, and said, "I see."

He said again: "Since this is the case, don't blame me."

The bright moon hangs in the sky in front of him for three thousand miles.

Chu Yangyu flicked three times.

The bright moon trembled and buzzed, and immediately shattered from the middle.

The huge aura poured out, enveloping Chu Yangyu. In the last hundred years, a generation of masters used it to rule the world. After death, the magic soldiers who stayed in the sect to suppress their spirits collapsed like this. When they were young, they were killed by this bright moon several times. Zhou Shen, whose life was saved by the Lord, exclaimed, his eyes flushed.

The lines of Chu Yangyu's pupils are introverted, turning from brown to pure black.

The aura of a magical weapon was absorbed into the body, and Chu Yangyu's injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. His figure grew several inches, the muscles on his face changed, and his black hair at the temples was dyed the color of frost and snow.

Shuxi has changed from a handsome young man to a graceful black-clothed Confucian scholar.

He looked down at Wang Anfeng, as if recognizing it, and then let out a long breath.

"Oh it's you……"

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