Chapter 547 Xu Fengnian killed Huang Chao, and the new Wu Emperor rescued people.
Cut the tofu with a knife, and cut off the Guangling new sword in Liang Meigong’s hand that was not in the green sheath. After just overcoming the woman, the young swordsman who was proud of her was stunned and confused.
Wang Fu was the highest-level person on the field, far superior to everyone, and he still looked around and decided that it was the ranger in the shade of the tree. The reason why Wang Fu has the strange nickname of “Ghost Under the Wrist” is that his sword is used, just like ghosts and gods helping him. He is one of the few strange people in the world who can ignore their opponents at a higher level. Even if Wang Fu’s martial arts talent is left in the pile of geniuses, he can still be considered outstanding. Otherwise, he would not be able to reach this point today by relying on the inequality evil path. Even a swordsman like Chai Qingshan dare not say that he is sure to defeat Wang Fu, especially the battle that only determines the outcome based on life and death. Maybe Wang Fu’s chances of winning are even greater.
Then everyone on the post road saw an absurd scene. The unattainable ghost Wang Fu leaned on the horse’s back first, as if he had avoided something. Then he had time to reach out and hold the sword. When he tilted off the horse, he rushed forward, and pointed his toes on the abdomen. The strong war horse flew out in the air. The leisure sword and Wang Fu, who was really holding the sword, were completely two people. Although the old man had not drawn his sword out of the sheath, he was as imposing as a rainbow when he ran forward. However, for some reason, the old man rushed out six or seven meters and then forced him to retreat two meters. Then he continued to press the knife with one hand, bowed his head and ran without going straight, like a snake sliding on the sand.
The great swordsman was beating the ghost, and he was playing with a child, and he rushed forward and backward. After repeated this many times, everyone finally realized that the culprit should be the cool guy who couldn’t see his face clearly in the distance.
But still no one knows why Wang Fu used such a superfluous push method, even Liang Meigong, who had broken the knife, was no exception.
After Wang Fu finally finally arrived a hundred steps away from the young man, and still holding the handle of the knife, he saw the ghost under the wrist who had not yet been exposed, and he saw that the man threw away the bare willow branch on his hand without any movement. There was no movement. A willow branch on the man’s head suddenly stretched straight, broke with a bang, and fell rapidly, and was held by the man in one hand.
Wang Fu suddenly stopped.
It is not only a show of goodwill, but also a show of weakness.
Wang Fu is a little different from many top experts, that is, he has never set foot in the Wudi City in his life.
After he became famous in his prime, he did not have the title of ghost at that time, but the mixed praise of “Wang Wudie”, because he would kill people against the enemy, and he would be his Wang Fu. He never provoked enemies who could kill him, so Wang Fu had never lost once in his life. Even though he and Chai Qingshan were close for many years, the two had never competed with martial arts. Over the past decade, Wang Fu has not made many swords, but once in the world ten years ago, he was wearing the “cough bead” among the top ten famous swords in the world at that time, and he still did not face a young man.After retreating, not long after that, not only Wang Fu knew who the young man who did not wear a sword or a sword was. It can be said that the whole world knew: Tao Sword God, Tai-Ah!
This time, Wang Fu still chose not to draw his sword despite the face of top masters and martial arts seniors.
It’s not that he feels that he has no chance of winning, but once he draws his sword, he will be in a state of never ending.
The two met by chance, and there was no irreconcilable hatred. If they were facing Gu Jiantang, they would make the old man feel the urge to fight without even contemplating life and death.
After all, everyone who practices swordsmanship wants to cross the mountain Deng Tai’a; the person who practices swordsmanship is Gu Jiantang. As for the more general martial arts practitioners, no one should have been foolish enough to defeat Wang Xianzhi.
Wang Fu didn’t believe that Wang Xianzhi just died at the hands of the young vassal king named Xu.
Wang Fu stopped in place, feeling a little depressed in his heart. Are there too many young masters in the world? There are not many deaths in his hands alone, but it seems like weeds, and the spring breeze is blowing again.
The young man who was underestimated by himself was not too arrogant, but his fingers twisted the willow branches, which seemed to be able to shake hands and make peace.
It seemed as if waiting for Wang Fu to take the initiative to shoot the knife.
This junior who came out of nowhere was too arrogant!
Wang Fu’s thoughts were ups and downs several times, but he didn’t pull out the Guangling knife at his waist.
If you really want to fight to the death and don’t bring a cough bead knife, you will be in a bad mood.
Song Li rode out and came to Wang Fu. The brave General Hengjiang looked complicated and said slowly: “No wonder this young man didn’t want to pay attention to Song.”
The cool breeze was blowing, the willow leaves were dense, and the shade of the trees seemed to be deep. The young man never spoke.
Song Li smiled, “Since the young master takes action, Song is not a fool who does not hit the wall and does not look back. As long as the two women are in Guangling Road east of Comb County, Song will promise them to be safe all the way. How about it?”
Song Li couldn’t see the man’s face under the green shade, but Wang Fu, who was facing a great enemy, saw it sincerely. The guy smiled lightly, but it was particularly interesting.
Song Li glanced at his head, then suddenly lifted the reins, turned the horse’s head, faced more than a hundred elite light cavalry in front of his troops, raised his arms, and signaled to retreat.
Although Wang Fu’s five fingers left the hilt of the knife, he never turned around and his body swept backwards.
The riders rode their horses for a long time, and Liang Meigong looked at the bleeding groove on General Song Li’s cheek, which was shocking.
Liang Meigong asked carefully: “General, do you want to mobilize a thousand cavalry to encircle and suppress this person?”
Song Li did not nod, but asked Wang Fu: “Old Wang, is a thousand cavalry enough?”