I have many teachers

Chapter 199

Swords intersect.

The sword was a long and narrow demon sword with blood on the blade, but the sword was just an unpretentious wooden sword. Two kinds of weapons with completely different textures collided in the night, but they made a clanging roar as if they were evenly matched.

Murong Tong curled up in the carriage and shivered.

The stall owner and driver froze in place, not daring to move.

His complexion was pale, and there was a tingling feeling between his brows, which was extremely clear.

It was so clear that it seemed that the next moment, a long knife fell on him.

There are large mansions near the street.

The howling sound became louder and louder.

The surrounding environment became more and more dead silent, like an empty ghost town.

The swords and swords collided at high speed, and there were very obvious sparks from the collision. The long knife and the knife path were mysterious and abnormal, and the moves were fierce and ruthless. Under the offensive, he may not be able to stabilize his mood and moves.

Fighting warriors is not a simple competition of skill.

But Wang Anfeng has been through battle for a long time, and he has been instructed by the Sword Master Saber in swordsmanship. The long sword moves in his hand are concise, and the moves are not more than one point, not less than an inch, all are just right. The sword is fully unfolded, just like everyone in Danqing is freehand, leaving behind everywhere.

Although the killer's cultivation base was slightly higher than his, and his moves were fierce and ruthless, he was restrained everywhere, like a flying insect caught in a spider web. It also changed accordingly, and the moves were complicated, seemingly endless.

As far as the youth could see, those sword moves still had many changes, and they could continue to attack, but the young man in front of him was able to restrain the urge to attack while taking advantage of the victory.

But it is precisely this collection that the meaning of the original swordsmanship has been raised to a higher level.

His brows are peaceful, and his strikes are self-contained. Although he is only at the eighth rank of martial arts, he can still see that the young man in front of him already has a bit of aura of a master with his sword skills alone.

A mixture of shock and anger appeared in the young man's heart.

He was already on the verge of madness when he was in a death situation, but at this moment he regained some sense, knowing that if he continued to fight like this, not to mention killing his opponent, he would die under the sword of this young man. The knife technique gradually became less crazy.

Not far away, the sound of warriors coming from the sky can be heard.

There is a strong enemy ahead.

Followed by pursuers.

Look around alone.

Ten dead.

The look in the young man's eyes was crazy, he suddenly laughed wildly, took a step back, and raised his right arm slightly.

Muscles are stretched out, like the full-stretched bow of a warrior from the Great Qin Border Pass.

The next moment, the long and narrow straight knife whistled, whirled and slashed towards the carriage with a whistling sound, while his whole body raised his fists and rubbed his body towards Wang Anfeng, like a lone wolf in a desperate situation.

In the eyes, there is only madness.

He is gambling.

The gambling king Anfeng would choose to throw a sword to save the two people in the car.

He is gambling.

Bet that the boy in front of him is a knight.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Anfeng let go of the Eight-Faced Han Sword, which was stained with thunder, and instantly knocked the straight knife into the air.

The young man grinned, revealing his white teeth.

Bet right.

As a killer, he has already given up his sword, and as an assassin, he is already surrounded by heavy siege, with no life in sight.

Also in this situation, he had no other thoughts in his mind, he just wanted to drag the young man in front of him into purgatory before he died, and let this famous Fufeng bookkeeper be buried with him.
With the will to die in your heart and no thoughts about life, it is the moment of full concentration.

He poured all his internal energy, all his thoughts, and all his persistent murderous intent into this fist, only to feel that his mind gradually cleared up, and the power penetrated his whole body. At this moment, he was like a Taoist sitting on a futon, with no sadness or joy in his heart.

Quietly watched the fist move forward.

Watching his right hand smash through the hole in the opponent's defense.

looking at...

Snapped.

Wrapping his fist with a palm, he withdrew backwards to dissipate the force of the impact.

The bluestone under the young man's feet shattered, and fine cracks spread towards the sides.

Seeing the young man's face without even a trace of paleness, the young man felt that something had gone wrong in his plan.

Fufeng collects books and keeps books, and his external skills are extremely poor.

At this moment, his thoughts slowed down slightly, and he fell back into the present world from the realm of emptiness, and felt the faintly bright and cold autumn night wind again, and felt the piercing killing intent.

The young man's expression was serious, his palm moved slightly, and his palm couldn't help turning around, and a huge force was applied to it, and the sound of bone cracking suddenly sounded, and the unspeakable pain hit his nerves instantly, and The young man in front of him stepped on the seat of the Nine Palaces of the Dao Gate, and has already taken the initiative to rush up.

His black hair was slightly raised, his brows were calm, and his temperament was as calm as a mountain, not moving at all.

With a punch, he felt that the surrounding air froze instantly, and his breathing couldn't help but stagnate.

The one in front of him didn't look like a teenager.

It is a majestic and calm statue.

The fist is as solid as a mountain.

A punch hit him in the abdomen, this punch was heavier than he had imagined, with a strong force, as if being trampled by the Nanban giant mammoth, almost shattered into several pieces, the young man His eyes lost focus, and he became dazed at this moment, his body lost control, he was hit by the punch, and he floated slightly in the air.

The next moment, the tingling pain in several acupoints on his body made him recover a little bit of reason.

I don't know when the whole body has been penetrated with more than a dozen silver needles, the mobilization of internal power is very slow, and the young man in front of him exhales long, his body slightly crouches.

Suddenly shouted loudly.

In an instant, the fierce fists completely submerged him like a vast ocean.

By the time Yang Jingming and other street patrol warriors rushed over, the young man was lying on the ground like a puddle of soft mud. Wang Anfeng breathed calmly, pulled out his wooden sword from the wall, lightly flicked the edge of the sword, and backhanded the The long sword was put back into the scabbard again.

Yang Jingming stopped walking, his right hand was already on the blade at his waist, when he saw the ferocious warrior on the ground, his unique appearance from Danfeng Valley, and the traces of the fight around him, his heart shuddered. Already have a three-point understanding.

Murong Tong and the two also came down from the carriage, their faces were pale, but there was pink and rouge on their faces, they looked rather strange, the young groom saw that the matter had calmed down, so he rushed to help him.

Murong Tong raised his foot and kicked it, cursing:

"You still know to come here?!"

"You still know? Your young master almost died!"

Yang Jingming sneered disdainfully, and had no affection for the disciples of this family. A policeman went to the vendor's place to inquire about the matter, while he and Wu Xiong walked towards Wang Anfeng. Looking at the knife under the moon, there are fine lines on the body of the knife, and a chill oozes out, which shows that it is extraordinary.

Yang Jingming stood three steps behind him, clasped his fists at him and said with a smile:

"My servant, Yang Jingming, is temporarily on patrol in the city. I also want to thank the young hero for capturing this beast. Otherwise, I'm afraid there will be innocent people spilling blood again today."

Wang Anfeng saw the police clothes on the two men sideways, returned a salute, and said:
"You don't need to be too polite, Catcher Yang, I just happened to be meeting..."

"By the way, this straight knife was used by the assassin, so it should be regarded as evidence?"

After saying that, he turned his hand and handed the handle of the long knife to the latter.

Yang Jingming didn't recognize the identity of the young man in front of him, but only deduced from the clues that the young man in front of him is very strong in martial arts, and seeing his kind words and well-behaved behavior, he felt a little more favorable in his heart, took the long knife, and talked kindly.

Over there, a policeman had already picked up the killer and handcuffed his hands and feet with black iron chains.

At this time, the arrester saw blood dripping from the corner of the latter's mouth, and his teeth were smashed to pieces, he could not bite his tongue to kill himself, not to mention the poison hidden in the teeth, so his expression changed slightly. The kind boy in the blue shirt understood a little more.

When he was about to take the prisoner away, he heard a low voice:

"Hey... do you want to know, who is the commander behind the scenes?"

The patrolman was slightly taken aback when he heard the words. In just a split second, the energy of the Danfenggu warrior whose hands and feet had been locked suddenly surged, and his internal energy flowed. Like a dead beast, he strode towards Wang Anfeng, opened his mouth wide, and let out a vague and crazy roar.

Murder is approaching.

Wang Anfeng reacted almost instinctively. He held the hilt of the long sword with his right hand and drew it instantly. The killer trembled and froze in place.

His neck has been directly pierced by the wooden sword in Wang Anfeng's hand.

Life cut off.

After Wang Anfeng drew the sword, he just came back to his senses, but it was already too late. The young man did not dodge or evade, he ate the sword forcefully, and the meridians on his body burst in the next moment, and a lot of blood flowed out. Obviously just now he used the secret technique Stimulate the internal force of the body, endure great pain, and forcefully exert force at the cost of breaking the cultivation base of the dantian.

But he was not Wang Anfeng's opponent just now, let alone seriously injured?

Wang Anfeng subconsciously withdrew his sword and looked at the killer in front of him. He didn't feel the slightest pity in his heart. He just felt that this person died without guilt. He even felt refreshed after revenge, but he didn't know why he would do this. He frowned slightly and said:

"Why did he seek death?"

Yang Jingming was on guard with a knife, and responded with a sneer:

"Hey, presumably he also knows what he has done and what will happen to him."

"It's nothing new to commit suicide in fear of guilt."

"However, it's really cheap to die like this, this inhuman beast!"

Wang Anfeng nodded, didn't say anything, just took a cloth and gently wiped the blood on the sword.

The Danfeng Valley warrior in front opened his mouth, but failed to make a sound. Only thick blood flowed down. In the gradually blurred vision, the two faces of Wang Anfeng and Yang Jingming gradually turned into meaningless colors and gradually dimmed. The complex has gathered into the deepest and deepest scene in memory.

The sun is big and the sky is blue.

He was six years old then.

Playing mud in his yard, a tall and thin strange young man waved at him outside the door.

he passed...

The playful voice from a month ago rang in my ears.

"We found your hometown, your mother, the old man is still alive..."

"It's just that back then, how should I put it, back then, she lost her son and cried blindly, but her body was still healthy."

"So this time."

The middle-aged man in front touched his nose and smiled kindly.

"Abandoned son, will you... go?"

"Of course, of course, you have a choice. After all, we are all our own people. You also know that I have always been kind to others when I walk in the rivers and lakes. Everything is easy to discuss."

"……I go."

The hostility in the assassin's heart slowly dissipated, and the scars on his face were distorted.

His throat was pierced, he opened his mouth, and made a faint, inarticulate sound that only he understood.

"I'm sorry, Mom..."

"I should have been obedient back then."

"I was wrong."

The young man's body swayed and fell forward on the ground, but he was not completely limp, but kneeling. Judging by his appearance, he had completely lost his vitality, but his eyes were unwilling to open wide, and tears of blood flowed out.His whole body was sinful, and he deserved to die, and the blood stained on his hands, even if he died thousands of times, could not wash away his sins.

In the rivers and lakes, no one is wronged.

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