Tianzihao Xiaobailian

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The audience was instantly silent!

In everyone's sight, a black lightning suddenly pierced the air!

Dark night and black sword, white snow and blood.

Can't dodge, can't dodge, the No. 18 sharp blade in the military assassination team has already reflected the shadow of frenzy in his eyes, but the brain has no time to give his body the dodge command.

The frenzy crashed down!

Domineering like a mountain, murderous aura instantly swept the audience, and the waves were turbulent!

Wang Fuxing's eyes were completely dead silent, his eye sockets were red, but the black eyeballs in his eyes quietly expanded, black and strange, forming a color that seemed to be the same as that of a frenzy.

Li Ren's body was split in half in an instant!

The two halves of the corpse fell apart in the snow, and the blood burst out directly, spilling all over Wang Fuxing.

At the same time, the sound of Wang Fuxing drawing his sword resounded in everyone's ears.

No. [-]'s body trembled violently. He was almost invincible in the Tang family. Facing the old monster who lost only one arm in that move, even though he had one arm now, he could still display extremely terrifying strength if he wanted to fight to the death. It's just that at this moment, his eyes were full of fear and panic. Looking at Wang Fuxing's eyes, it was extremely unimaginable, it was completely the expression of seeing a ghost during the day!

20 years ago.

It was also a snowy night.

That year's blizzard ruined a brilliant family that vaguely had the potential to become the first family of the Celestial Dynasty--the Wang family!

That night that year.

A middle-aged and elderly man in his early 50s, dressed in black and holding colored glaze, faced the three elite families without the slightest fear and flinching, just as arrogant and proud as ever.

On that night when the blood melted the ice and snow, the elite dispatched by the three major families were almost lost.

Thirteen swords were unleashed from a single piece of colored glaze, and thirteen top masters who could be regarded as the pillars of the three major families were all killed by a single sword!

In that crazy night, there was only one person, but all the three major families were trampled under their feet!

In that battle, the Tang family's army stabbed 15 people, the Xia family's wild fire killed ten people, and the Qin family's shadows killed ten people.

There are also sixteen top experts.

Only a very few people know that Liu Li, who went completely mad that night, actually fired fourteen swords in a row.

It's just that the last sword was taken by a master who was not in the camp of the three major families.

And the move that took over the No.14 sword at that time was called Qingguo!

It was the same move as Huangfu Lingxi's move against No. [-] just now!

That was the scene where two super masters died together by self-harm. As long as you witness it, you will firmly remember it for a lifetime!

And No. [-] was one of the few master decision-makers who survived that battle!

The floodgate of memory opened suddenly, No. 20 froze in place for a moment, his thoughts went through the blizzard of more than [-] years, the scene of that year completely overlapped with the present, and the young figure in front of his eyes seemed to be in the same place. It completely overlaps with the figure from that year.

The Wang Family Canglan!

The name of a silent person whom no matter whether the three major families or the Chinese government agreed with each other, suddenly emerged in No. [-]'s heart. Following this name, there was also a sense of great fear.

In the originally chaotic scene, Wang Fuxing has become the only focus.

Everyone subconsciously stopped, looking at the young man who had killed the sharp blade with a sword in one hand.

Wang Fuxing's eyes were empty and dead silent, and he walked slowly, his momentum was constantly rising, rising again and again, with every step he took, the joints all over his body were crackling, without stopping.

Xia Qinwei sat down on the ground, staring blankly at Wang Fuxing's back, her always keen intuition told her that at this moment, she seemed to be getting farther and farther away from that man.

"Kill him! Kill! Give it to me! Kill Wang Canglan, haha, hahaha, he won't last long, kill! Kill! Hahahaha, Wang Canglan, you can't kill me, not 20 years ago, not now! "

No. [-] laughed wildly, his eyes were red, almost crazy, and the whole person fell into a short-term abnormal state.

Wang Canglan.

A name that was extremely unfamiliar to everyone at the scene.

At this time, he shouted from No. [-]'s mouth. Although it was inexplicable, everyone could still hear the deep fear and fear in his tone.

Among the military assassination troops, two super elites ranked in the top [-] rushed towards Wang Fuxing in an instant, without any hesitation or timidity.

The military assassination troops have always taken the completion of missions as their primary purpose, and have never been afraid of powerful enemies or death.

Wang Fuxing's dark eyes were full of murderous intent, all his rationality and emotions were covered up, killing and fighting were his only instincts now!

The long sword splits into the air!

The black long sword cut through the wind and snow again!

The frenzy rises suddenly!

The sound of Wang Fuxing's body joints became more and more clear, and his body instantly broke through the obstruction of two elite military assassins!

Silently.

Everything is like playing a silent movie.

Wang Fuxing stood still, his eyes fluctuated.

Behind him, the muffled sound of the long sword cutting through the flesh was heard, and the bodies of the two elite military assassins were slashed into four sections by a single sword!

Still a sword!

There is only one sword!

He started learning swords at the age of five.

Wooden sticks, wicker, steel.

Thousands of practice swings every day, swollen arms, sore body, perseverance, under today's stimulation, this sword finally entered the room completely!

Wang Fuxing only knows how to use this sword, which has endless changes, but the way of exerting force is exactly the same, pursuing the terrifying explosive power of the human body's limit or even beyond the limit!

This trick has an extremely overbearing name.

Call the world invincible!

If Qingguo is to make full use of the muscles of the whole body and destroy the muscles in pursuit of absolute attack speed.

Invincible that day is to make full use of the joints of the whole body, and at the cost of destroying the joints of the whole body, break through the explosive power of the human body limit!

It seems to be the reincarnation of fate.

More than 20 years ago, the two moves of life and death facing the same end appeared almost at the same time tonight. This time, no matter the camp or position, they are very consistent!

No. [-]'s smile grew wilder and happier, his body trembled slightly with excitement, and he yelled almost crazily: "Kill him! Keep killing! Kill!"

Wang Fuxing's body became more and more stiff, and the third sword blatantly swept across!

The sound has not arrived.

The sword's edge pierced the flesh first!

Blood spray, the third sword!

"What an invincible world."

In the wind and snow on the battlefield, in a dark place less than 200 meters away, two old men stood side by side.

A tall old Taoist priest wearing Taoist robes had red eyes, the muscles on his face were completely twisted together, his body was trembling, he stared at an old man standing beside him, ignored his emotion, and said in a hoarse voice: " You haven't made a move yet?"

Beside the old Taoist priest, an old man wearing a very old gray Chinese tunic suit stood in the wind and snow, without turning his head, he said calmly, "Are you blaming me?"

"Don't dare. It's my wishful thinking that you won't stand by and watch. Heh, you only owe one favor, so you only save one person. I admit it! I only want you to save Wang Fuxing. Now, why don't you make a move?!"

"I said, I only save him once."

The old man in a Chinese tunic suit said softly, narrowing his eyes and saying, "And I'm really curious about how much potential this young man who has broken through his own bottleneck has burned, and how many times he can be invincible in a row. At Wang Canglan's peak state, he can unleash fourteen swords in a row to ensure that he is safe. With Wang Fuxing's original strength, he might break all the joints in his body after barely making the fifth sword, but this time, he should be able to make the eighth. A sword, right? So, wouldn’t it be better if my favor is kept temporarily and used later?”

I don't know why, when the old man said the word "temporary", his tone was a little bit more serious.

But the old Taoist priest, who was so anxious in his heart, didn't notice it at all, his eyes were cold, as if he was going to attack his companions around him.

"You have been reluctant to go out to help for so long, and even refused to take a look at your apprentice who was seriously injured and dying, so you stayed by my side, because you were afraid that I would not make a move this time?"

The old man in a Chinese tunic said softly, looking at the battlefield not far away, he smiled helplessly: "You are still the same as before. In fact, sometimes, I can still be trusted."

"I created the country, and Wang Canglan created the world invincible. More than 20 years ago, I crippled his legs with my own hands. I am ashamed, but I saved his life. The three major families are still not sure whether he is still alive. Although Wang Canglan doesn't appreciate it, I think I did the right thing. And the No.14 sword's invincibility also cost me an unimaginable price. I don't care about these, I feel ashamed in my heart, and everything I say is an excuse. Back then I owe the Wang family a favor, so I will only save one person, only once."

The old man paused, took a deep look at Wang Shushi, and said softly: "Since you let me do it now, then I will repay the favor."

He steps forward.

One step out of the dark shadows.

On a snowy day, she was covered in silver and dressed in a Chinese tunic suit, which was extremely conspicuous.

The old man looked calm and walked directly in the direction of Wang Fuxing.

Over there, the frenzy was high, and the fourth move, Invincible Under Heaven, made a blatant move!

Blood splattered!

Wang Fuxing's body movements were obviously stiffer, the joints of his whole body were tightly stuck together, and the shocking explosive power became stronger and stronger!

The old man in a Chinese tunic gradually approached the battlefield, walking slowly.

The fifth sword!

Wang Fuxing's eyes were empty, and the ground was already covered with corpses.

Slow in stature.

His aura also went from peak to peak.

Every joint in the body has been used, and after being used, it will be destroyed.

There are also three swords.

A gleam of light finally appeared in Wang Fuxing's dead and empty eyes.

Completely ignoring the remaining five military assassins with his eyes, he jumped up and rushed directly to No. [-] who had gradually regained his composure and eyes.

The five short knives in front of him were raised.

Wang Fuxing didn't care, and rushed over in one fell swoop!

Three more deep stab wounds were added to his body.

The body came to number two.

The sixth sword swung out suddenly!

No. [-] roared suddenly, smiled ferociously, turned sideways abruptly, and the blade of the frenzy fell through for the first time.

The seventh sword arrived in an instant!

No. [-] dodged again, kicking Wang Fuxing hard on the chest.

After all, she is not the Wang Canglan she was back then, she is far behind.

Number two's eyes are gloomy, and this little bastard must not be given a chance to continue to develop tonight.

Wang Fuxing retreated abruptly and finally coughed up blood, but his face remained expressionless. After the retreating body suddenly stood still, the body moved forward again.

The long sword stabs straight!

The eighth sword!

A painful expression finally appeared on Wang Fuxing's face, his joints were locked tightly, and the noise kept ringing.

If this sword is really stabbed out, if it is fully exerted, all the joints of his legs may be completely shattered in an instant!

Behind him, the old man in a Chinese tunic was less than 70 meters away from the battlefield.

Dropped cuffs.

A sharp flying knife appeared in his hand.

Wang Shushi, who was following him, looked extremely nervous.

The old man raised his palm suddenly.

A bright but quaint flying knife cuts through the wind and snow, cuts through the air, and reaches a distance of tens of meters in the blink of an eye!

The old man stopped and turned around without looking at the flying knife, and said softly, "Let's go. Go back to Kunlun."

Wang Shishi didn't even have time to say goodbye to the old man, and the moment the other party made a throwing knife, he rushed towards Huangfu Lingxi's direction.

The flying knife is like electricity.

Almost without anyone noticing, he flew directly into the battlefield, and suddenly rushed into No. [-]'s old body.

The flying knife burst out.

Without losing any strength, it slammed into the black frenzy!

The frenzy was fiercely contending.

Wang Fuxing's energy storage was interrupted, blood was spilled from the tiger's mouth, and the eighth sword did not come out after all.

But No. [-]'s body was pierced by the force of the flying knife, and flew directly to Wang Fuxing.

Wang Fuxing surged wildly, and the tip of the sword pierced No. [-]'s chin directly. After penetrating his entire head, he threw his body out without hesitation!

An invincible master of the Tang family, his head was torn apart by a single sword!

There was an uproar.

The wind and snow shook.

That Chinese tunic suit, but accompanied by heavy snow in the dark night, gradually drifted away, without any nostalgia.

It is about 600 meters away from the battlefield.

A black Audi parked quietly on the side of the road.

Behind the Audi is a seven-seater commercial vehicle full of people.

An unusually handsome man sat in the back row, looked at the countless small dots on the screen, squinted his eyes, stared at the red dot gradually leaving the battlefield, and said to himself: "This biggest variable is finally gone. Sure enough powerful."

He smiled lightly, looked at the beautiful driver who was driving him, and said softly: "Huangfu's family Lie Yan. The Tang family's army assassin. Wang Shao. Yu Guanyin. Miss Xia's family. Huangfu Futu. Hehe, so many people together , It’s really a rare big scene. The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole follows. Tonight, the young master will make an oriole, to end this boring game, and let everyone have a good year, what do you think?”

The beautiful driver did not speak.

A trace of disappointment flashed in the young man's eyes, but his smile remained unchanged, and he said softly, "Let's drive, let's go there."