Before passing through to swallow

"Little master." The old man bowed, quite respectful, "After you accept the inheritance, you will be the real master..."

"How to pass on?" An Feng walked in excitement, and suddenly burst into flames.

call out!At the same time, An Feng's head, heart, behind, and on both sides, the blades were whistling, and the chill was pressing.

The timing of the opponent's attack was the same as he chose.

Afterimages flashed, and the collision was extremely compact. The old man turned and withdrew, and his arm exploded. There was no blood in his arm, and it was strangely black and dirty.

In fact, An Feng's battle spear blasted the old man back the first time, but the old man withdrew, still sneering, his brows were not frowned, An Feng also encountered trouble, the flying knife was extremely sharp.

Parting quickly, An Feng had many wounds all over his body. There shouldn't be so many wounds. His opponent didn't play cards according to common sense.

This is also not to blame for his wrong judgment, and unexpectedly, he tried his best to avoid the key, but the other party seemed to be a false move in his key, and the one who wanted to kill was basically somewhere else. He avoided the key and sent it up.

But if you don't hide, if it's a real move, it's over.

This style of play is very annoying.

But this is not good for the other party. Regardless of this time, regardless of his many wounds, they are all skin injuries. The other party's arm has exploded, and he has several explosive.

"It's really cruel." The old man licked the blood on the corner of his mouth, smiling evilly, "I'm so good to you, kill if you say kill?"

An Feng looked at him lightly.

This is a spiritual teacher, a very powerful spiritual teacher, stronger than the god of war he has ever seen, a spiritual teacher at the peak of the god of war.

It is said that he is suspected of being at the peak, and only he knows the details. Some aspects of him, such as speed, are faster than the peak, but in some aspects, he is still a little worse, and he can only barely enter this circle.

The old man in front of him was the real pinnacle, he was still a spiritual teacher, with more methods, and an absolute enemy.

The opponent's arm was gone, and it didn't affect much, and it seemed that his arm had fallen prematurely, so he didn't care.

"Who are you?" With such strength, it is obviously impossible to be the life left by the ancient civilization relics for a long time, that is, the warrior who came in like him.

"It's not important." The old man smiled strangely, "I still want to know, why?"

"When I installed the fork, the corner of your mouth twitched, which is very wrong," An Feng said.

"Uh." The old man wondered.

"As a life in the remains of ancient civilization, I have the assistance of cosmic science and technology, and I understand some common sense of the earth.

"You don't understand again."

"Well, so, we are also book friends in our youth, so you just kill it?"

"It's your bad intentions."

"I don't know how to respect the old man." The old man shook his head. "Then kneel down. I will teach you to be polite."

The old man controlled nine flying knives, and the wind and clouds flashed, if the meteor fell, besieging An Feng.

An Feng fought fiercely in all directions, boundless spear shadows repelled, and tigers roared.

"Really terrifying." The old man smiled and waved his flying knife before moving, "Let you see my meteor array."

The old man follows his steps, flying knives around, like a meteor, like a thunder, a shape for a while, a chevron for a while, an s shape for a while, and a b shape for a while.

An Feng maliciously despised, but it was also ferocious.

"You said the opposite." The old man said, "Thirty years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor!"

The old man holds his hand, like a philosopher.

"How is it?" The old man smiled.

"Brain damage." An Feng sneered.

He was also violent, vigorous, and the broad area like a ring, just like a battle.

This is an extremely powerful opponent, stronger than any opponent he has ever seen, the more so, the higher his fighting spirit.

If he is the bottom of the pinnacle circle, the opponent is a strong spiritual teacher, but the opponent is in poor condition and just flat.

But the battle is not a simple data comparison. The old man burst out and can burst out his ultimate strength. Although it is difficult to last, it is very dangerous to An Feng. He is fast and the opponent's spiritual teacher is just restrained.

An Feng is fearless, the more he fights, the more courage he is. This is his way.

"Tiger Xiao? No." The old man still thought to comment, and by the way attacked the opponent's confidence, "The speed of sound waves is too slow, any god of war can be faster than sound waves, and can only deal with weak warriors."

This is also true. An Feng discovered early, and he is also improving, such as in the mixed wind, thunder, and artistic conception...Of course, most of these are still groping.

"Huh?" The old man paled. "Ultrasound? It's interesting."

A silent attack, not a big space, how to hide?

"My second...what trick, so brutal?" The old man was still pretending to be a cross. He was taken aback. All the weapons turned back, and he was shielded for defense. He escaped a long way, still in shock.

An Feng wondered, he knew that there was no invincible trick, all depended on actual combat.

The opponent is strong enough, his ten-step kill failed, there was no lore, but he injured the opponent again, but this time by surprise, it may be difficult next time.

"The kid is fine, he's in such a good health." Seeing An Feng's blood stains all over his body, still vigorous, the old man murmured and waved his hands again and again, "I'm tired of the old man, take a break, don't fight."

An Feng didn't pay any attention at all. Your realm was higher. For a moment when the peak erupted, he tried his best to hold it, and suffered a lot of small losses. Now his state is falling. It's his turn. Want to run?

An Feng flew to chase and kill, and his flying knives stopped him. After a little delay, and then looking ahead, the old man had arrived in a weird little room, sitting in it elegantly drinking tea, smilingly looking outside, and waving his hand, , You are not invited in."

With the help of extreme speed, An Feng was not polite, and thunder bombarded.

The small house shook, and an incomparable force bounced back. An Feng turned several somersaults in the air, and then withdrew a few steps after landing.

Looking inside, the old man smiled and watched the play, his tea did not fluctuate.

What weird thing, he can't get in, can't break it.

After exploring the surroundings, the old man inside looked at him leisurely, but he could also see that his condition was extremely poor, and if he didn't adjust, he might die.

Without this small house, An Feng would have been disabled.

This is a square, or it's really a martial arts field or something, empty and nothing.

An Feng naturally didn't want to give up like this. The old man still couldn't stop him. His condition was so bad and he was still here, indicating that it must be good.

He doesn't want any benefits, he just wants to find a solution to ghosts and grievances.

call out!The shooting star attacked and killed, the old man came out again with a smile.

"Come on again."

An Feng hummed coldly, rushing to kill one step earlier.

The old man grinned and ridiculed, flying knives together, swiftly and swiftly, the peak erupted in power, really strong, and An Feng encountered trouble.

Soon An Feng added a few more wounds to his body, and the old man returned to the small house with a strange smile. An Feng wanted to stop the comer. The old man was always there. He was too late.

In this way, the old man ran back to the small house to take a few breaths when he was tired, adjusted a bit, turned his head and ran out to kill him.

An Feng seemed to gain strength, and rested in the open space on the other side, waiting to fight again.

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