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Chapter 137 72 Hands to Break (2\2)

Suddenly, the old man's expression changed slightly. He was about to make a move to hold Wang Anfeng back, but he paused slightly. What he saw in his eyes was that the young man had no fear at all. He stretched out in mid-air, and his right hand had naturally landed on On the hilt of the wooden sword behind him.

His expression and demeanor were like those of a predatory tiger.

The old man withdrew his outstretched right hand and put it on his waist. He picked up the huge wine gourd, raised his neck and poured it into his mouth. His eyes fell on Wang Anfeng. Dimly bright, the corners of the mouth uncontrollably raised slightly, and murmured in disbelief and unspeakable joy in his heart.

Hey hey hey... no...

Just came a warrior who realized the sword intent.

what is it today?
Hearing the sound, Bailifeng and Tuobayue came running out of Jingge, and saw the long sword soaring into the sky, the half-kneeling girl and Wang Anfeng falling from the sky, their expressions changed slightly , Bailifeng was anxious in his heart, couldn't bear to take a step forward, and shouted:

"An Feng!!"

There seemed to be a cold light flashing in the boy's eyes, and the palm on the hilt of the sword suddenly exerted force.

The Eight-faced Han sword was unsheathed amidst the roar of the sword, and instantly slashed forward obliquely, intersecting with the two long swords coming from the sky, and burst out dazzling sparks.

The long sword is unmanned, and it retreats after being hit.

Taking advantage of the situation, Wang Anfeng fell into the water, squatting halfway to release his strength, a splash of water was stirred up, and the ripples blocked it. On the young man's body, blue thunder entangled like a dragon, and flashed past.

At this moment, he was surrounded by hundreds of spirit swords.

The turbulent spray fell on the water surface, and the spirit sword that was originally soaring into the sky was touched by the aura, and it reversed again, with the hilt facing upwards and the blade pointing directly at the ground. Ripples appeared.

In mid-air, several figures rushed towards them, wanting to block them with their hands. The old man raised his neck and took a sip of the turbid wine. , The clouds in the distance cleared away, and the weak air was compressed into the most insurmountable wall in the world, blocking in front of those few people.

The three figures stopped suddenly and revealed their faces. They were all women in white clothes with long swords on their backs.Although it can be seen that they are not young anymore, they still have undiminished charm, which can be called extraordinary elegance.The long swords behind them are different, but they all have strange shapes, which are obviously extraordinary.

The old man took the gourd from his hand, shook it casually, and said in a flat voice.

"What are you in a hurry for? Go to the theater."

The woman who is the head of the three stepped forward, bowed in the air, and said in a deep voice:
"Senior Jiu Zizai, although the spirit sword can only counterattack instinctively, and the moves it uses are similar to the opponent's, but after all, there are hundreds of them, if you watch from the sidelines, you may cause disaster."

The voice paused for a moment, and then added a little more emphasis.

"After all, this is a student of Fufeng Academy."

The old man didn't care. He looked down at the spirit sword that moved because of the aura. His expression was concentrated, like an old pine that had been rooted on the rock for decades. It was unbreakable, without the slightest wavering, and said:
"It's okay, the old man is here."

The spirit sword has lost its owner, and it has not been able to become a magic weapon. It can only counterattack instinctively according to the strength of the person who shot it. Here is a 130 spirit sword. His opponent.

The old man looked down at the boy below.

He took another sip of wine, holding the wine gourd in his right hand, and raised it violently. The clear liquid spilled out from the mouth of the gourd. , Just like rainwater, it just fell in the center, and the sword energy was involved, like a sword array, the invisible air mechanism chopped up the wine liquid into fine droplets, which fell into the water surface accumulated by the waterfall.

Like thousands of flying fish flicking their tails, fine ripples appeared on the water surface.

The sounds of sword cries merged together.

Wang Anfeng stepped deeply on the pebbles with his right foot, and suddenly exerted force, causing a circle of water waves. The young man was like a tiger running towards Xue Qinshuang, who was hundreds of meters away in front of him, and a spirit sword lit up. Then, according to the way they missed in the past decades or even hundreds of years, they either chopped or chopped, and tore towards Wang Anfeng.

The boy's eyes widened slightly, his heart was beating fast, and his eyes were bright.

If he wanted to heal Xue Qinshuang, he had to break through the barriers of the hundred swords.

In the mind, the 72 hand tricks flowed quickly.

However, before a countermeasure emerged in his mind, the wooden sword in his hand had already reacted, his figure stopped suddenly, and he turned around abruptly, his energy and spirit condensed into one, and the wooden sword stabbed straight out.

There was the sound of Qingyue's sword cry.

The eight-faced Han sword and a slender jade sword collided with each other with their blades, and they collided firmly.

A circle of air waves oscillated from where the sword edge touched, and then swept across the four directions, setting off a layer of water curtain, shaking the surrounding long swords slightly, Wang Anfeng turned his wrist, raised the long sword slightly, and raised the opposite sword Open, the figure took advantage of the situation and rose.

A long sword passed under him, and a long sword slashed from the sky.

There are swords lined up in the void, and there are swords screaming and screaming.

Those spirit swords didn't seem to have any intention of hurting him. There were no more than three spirit swords in each move, but they were connected with each other with sword intent, sometimes fierce, sometimes sharp, almost endless, and those swordsmen who used to use them when they were young to run rampant in the world His sword skills are fully displayed.

The boy's pupils contracted slightly, and the sword moves in his hand changed, becoming more swift and fierce, almost instinctively smashing through that school of swordsmanship.

Because Xue Qinshuang gave up his life and had nothing but the sword, he realized the mighty sword intent, and because Wang Anfeng wanted to save people, the long sword in his hand became more and more urgent, and his moves were fierce. Under the attack of a long sword, he gradually reached the state of perfection.

It is fundamental to cultivate the external skills hard and Shaolin's mellow internal forces.

72 The technique of breaking with hands, watching the clouds and watching the spirit, and the technique of 28 strength and energy are the embryos of swords.

Honed in Tongren Lane, struggled with life and death several times, it is for the sake of perfection and for thousands of tempers.

If warriors are fighting for the top in the world, today there should be a new sword quenched and sharpened.

The red sun is rising, and its path is bright.

The milk tiger screams in the valley, and the beasts are shocked.

Above the sky, the woman's face was moved, and the old man's eyes widened, with an expression of disbelief on his face, he finally fell down on the cloud, his white hair danced wildly, and he clapped his hands and laughed loudly:

"Hahahaha, good good!"

"One is to abandon, and I will follow my own way, and the other is to break, to break all the laws of the world with a sword!"

"All good, all good!"

"My way is not alone! My way is not alone!"

There are waterfalls roaring down from the peak of thousands of feet.

The boy steps forward.

The long sword is held obliquely.

Behind him, a long sword with a handle screamed loudly, spun and fell to the ground, and plunged upside down into the water surface, trembling continuously.

In an instant, it has become a smooth road.

PS: The second update.

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