The people of the Jianghuai Army looked at everything in front of them, their eyes wide open, as if they had seen a ghost. There were hundreds of people on a warship, and everyone was an elite, and they were all good players in the water.
But now, under the enemy's attack, they could not resist even a single round. Even the people and boats were killed cleanly. The soldiers who luckily escaped with their lives were making wailing sounds in the river.
Yang Guang looked calm and landed on a wooden board. He looked at the Jianghuai Army on the opposite side. Cihang Sword pointed at Du Fuwei and said loudly: "Du Fuwei, do you still want to resist?"
Du Fuwei clenched his fists and stared at Yang Guang. Countless sharp arrows could not kill Yang Guang, but he killed so many people. He looked at the soldiers around him with a look of fear on their faces.
"Kill, let's all come together. He is not a master. We can definitely kill him." Fu Gong'er's sad voice sounded. He snatched the bow and arrow from the hands of the soldiers around him, opened the bow and nocked the arrow, and the sharp arrow set off a whistling sound, and aimed at Yang again.
Come wide.
"No." Du Fuwei saw clearly and his expression changed drastically.
As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp roar was heard. Yang Guangguang in the distance rolled up his sleeves, and the sharp arrow flew back, like lightning and light. Fugong didn't even react, the sharp arrow shot into the center of his eyebrow, and he died.
Can't die anymore.
"Foolish Lord, you are looking for death." When Du Fuwei saw this, his eyes widened and turned red. Then, his figure was like lightning, and he rushed towards Yang Guang to kill him.
Fugong'er and Du Fuwei were good friends and even saved Du Fuwei's life, so Du Fuwei allowed Fugong'er to be arrogant. Although there were some conflicts between the two, Du Fuwei always remembered each other.
A life-saving grace for myself.
Now that Yang Guang had killed his friend, how could Du Fuwei endure it? His body was like lightning, and he came towards Yang Guang to kill him.
I saw his big sleeves fluttering, like hiding the sun and moon, pumping, smashing, jumping, or closing. A pair of big hands were hidden in the iron sleeves, making bursts of loud noises in the void.
The powerful Gang Qi was exposed, setting off waves of wind and rain, and the river was shaken by it. After the death of his friend, Du Fuwei, the Qiankun in the Sleeve, finally delivered the most powerful blow.
With a powerful momentum, he looked like a god. The surrounding Jianghuai troops let out bursts of shouts, as if Du Fuwei had won the victory.
Yang Guang faced the enemy's storm-like attack with a calm expression. His hands turned into millstones, holding the yin and holding the yang. Each move was simple and natural. Every time he collided with the iron sleeves, there were loud and violent sounds, as if
It's like hitting a war drum.
No matter how Du Fuwei attacked, Iron Sleeves could not break Yang Guang's defense. He was always changing his position. Although they were all under Du Fuwei's attacks, anyone with a discerning eye could see that there was nothing Du Fuwei could do.
No Yang Guang.
"The foster father is in trouble, let's take action together!" Kan Leng looked at Yang Guang and Du Fuwei on the river. The two were moving on the board. Du Fuwei was powerful, but Yang Guang's face was calm.
Leng knew that something was wrong with his adoptive father.
"Kill, everyone come together." Wang Xiongdan also roared.
If Du Fuwei dies in battle, people like him will not end well. Only by joining together can we have a chance of survival.
Yang Guang is very skilled in martial arts, but it is difficult for him to fight with two fists. If everyone attacks together, they may not be able to kill Yang Guang and gain a chance of survival.
"What's the use of having more people." Yang Guang took a deep breath and let out a long roar.
The sword in the opponent's hand was shining with light. Wherever the sword touched, it pointed to the place where the enemy must be rescued. While everyone was surprised, the enemy was involved in the sword light and then beheaded.
"The sword's heart is clear!" Concubine Xuan, who was on the shore, looked at Yang Guang's appearance and suddenly exclaimed.
Yang Guang's current appearance is clearly that of a clear sword heart. Thousands of sword energy are swirling around, and the sword light is like silk and rain, falling slowly. Every time he attacks, the enemy's weak points are exposed.
A sword light splits apart. Wherever the surrounding enemies have a chance to attack the enemy, the first thing to do is to protect yourself. The only way to do this is to have a clear heart of the sword. This is clearly the supreme magic of Cihang Sword Studio.
, even Shi Feixuan herself has only mastered the secret book, but how difficult it is to achieve this.
But it's different now. Yang Guang has done it. Cihang's sword is in his hand and has turned into the opponent's arm. Wherever he goes, the enemies save themselves one after another.
Dozens of people attacked Yang Guang, but at this moment they were forced to save themselves, which shows the power of the sword's transparent heart. Even Du Fuwei could hardly threaten Yang Guang at this time, and could only block it with his iron sleeves.
The sword energy actually made bursts of sounds of gold and iron in the air.
Shi Feixuan knew that it was rumored that when the sword's heart was extremely transparent, it could command thousands of swords to be used by oneself. Although it was not as good as flying with a sword, it was still very easy to kill powerful enemies. But now she didn't know, Yang Guang had already used the sword's heart.
How much has Tongming mastered?
Shi Feixuan looked around intently with her eyes. Finally, she noticed something strange. The weapons on the waists of the surrounding soldiers were making strange noises, as if they were about to fly out.
"Du Fuwei, everything is over." Yang Guang's voice was cold, and he saw that Yang Guang, who was originally moving around on the wood, moved and flew into the sky.
The figure shook, and nine figures appeared around him. Each figure was exactly the same as Yang Guang. Each Yang Guang held a sharp sword and attacked the people around him.
"One of them must be fake." As soon as Du Fuwei finished speaking, he heard screams coming from around him, and nine of his adopted sons were killed instantly.
"It turns out it's not a phantom." Du Fuwei sighed.
Those nine phantoms are not actually phantoms, but Yang Guang moves too fast, giving people the impression that they are phantoms. Holding a sword in his hand, when the center of the sword is bright, every move of the enemy's weapon will be blocked.
It is under control, so that the enemy can be killed easily.
"Let's go." Du Fuwei immediately knew that he was definitely no match for Yang Guang, and it was useless no matter how many reinforcements he had around him. The opponent's strength had already exceeded the numerical limit.
"Let's go! Where to go." Yang Guang stepped out, the powerful internal force shook the void, and lotus flowers appeared under his feet. In Du Fuwei's surprised eyes, a sword light lit up, and Du Fuwei suddenly felt that he was in front of him.
Once it lights up, I can't open my eyes at all.
"Grandmaster." Du Fuwei thought of the moment when Yang Guang stepped into the void, that was the sign of a grandmaster.
A smile suddenly appeared on his lips. He felt very honored to die in the hands of the master, even if he died.
The tall and burly body fell onto the broken shipboard, then fell into the river and disappeared without a trace.
The world-famous Jianghuai general manager Du Fuwei died in the hands of Yang Guang.
