An Zheng stretched out his hand from the square where he was, and his hand appeared in a square at least two meters away from him. An Zheng, who looked like he had been dismembered, was still smiling. He looked at the reclining Buddha and said with a smile, "No wonder you think it's fun. It's really fun."
An Zheng said: "What you said is not quite right. Death does not happen all at once. If it can happen all at once, I don't mind dying for you to see. Otherwise, you can die for me to see."
Reclining Buddha nodded: "I'll try again."
"How did you get out?"
The speed of moving the square grid with his hands is faster, and the tearing force caused by the superposition of space and space is getting stronger and stronger. Being able to move the space and overlap and rub it is already a very abnormal thing, but it is even more abnormal that An Zheng seems to have no problem amidst such a huge tearing force.
"You can't kill him?"
He pointed his hand to the left, and a square black hole appeared in the space on the left. When An Zheng looked over there, the reclining Buddha suddenly rushed to the right. The space beside him seemed to open a door, and the reclining Buddha entered the door in a flash. About a few hundred meters away, a square hole appeared in the space. The reclining Buddha came out of it and actually made a face at An Zheng: "You can't kill me. I'll think about what to do when I get back." Way to kill you."
Reclining Buddha was stunned for a moment and then became angry: "You actually asked me for fares?"
Reclining Buddha shook his head: "I ran away."
The face of the reclining Buddha has changed.
The speed of moving the square grid with his hands is faster, and the tearing force caused by the superposition of space and space is getting stronger and stronger. Being able to move the space and overlap and rub it is already a very abnormal thing, but it is even more abnormal that An Zheng seems to have no problem amidst such a huge tearing force.
An Zheng stretched out his hand from the square where he was, and his hand appeared in a square at least two meters away from him. An Zheng, who looked like he had been dismembered, was still smiling. He looked at the reclining Buddha and said with a smile, "No wonder you think it's fun. It's really fun."
When he returned to the palace in Jinling City, his face was still a little pale. He was really afraid of death. He felt that An Zheng could kill him with a certain degree of confidence. Once he was sure, he had no desire to continue fighting.
"Do you really think that all this fat is just a burden?"
"Uncle Qi, go ahead, are you sure?"
An Zheng encouraged: "Will you try again?"
The driver turned around and took off his straw hat: "The fare I want is not money."
"You... why don't you die?"
"Can't kill."
The world is made up of many half-meter squares, which is even more terrifying. If An Zheng had endured the tearing force superimposed in space before, then An Zheng had endured it even more violently now. A square of half a meter can already separate An Zheng's body.
The reclining Buddha was obviously stunned for a moment, then turned around and walked away: "Come and help me, let's go quickly."
Uncle Qi hummed, turned and left.
He asked An Zheng seriously.
The men he brought didn't know what happened, but they saw that Reclining Buddha himself gave up and continued fighting. From other people's point of view, Reclining Buddha had the upper hand, and it was hard for them to understand that he suddenly turned around and ran away.
The world is made up of many half-meter squares, which is even more terrifying. If An Zheng had endured the tearing force superimposed in space before, then An Zheng had endured it even more violently now. A square of half a meter can already separate An Zheng's body.
When the reclining Buddha starts running, the pile of meat trembles layer by layer, giving it a very layered feel.
An Zheng suddenly took a step back to the ground. As he moved, the place where he was just now turned into many smaller pieces. If he hadn't moved, he would have been torn apart by now. Maybe as An Zheng said, he would see his crotch when he raised his head.
The reclining Buddha was a little desperate.
The reclining Buddha struck out like a knife, slashing horizontally towards the throat of the coachman in front of him.
An Zheng stretched out his hand from the square where he was, and his hand appeared in a square at least two meters away from him. An Zheng, who looked like he had been dismembered, was still smiling. He looked at the reclining Buddha and said with a smile, "No wonder you think it's fun. It's really fun."
An Zheng shook his head: "It's strange, why don't I die?"
Uncle Qi said: "Speed is the only thing that affects time. When the speed reaches a certain level, time will be changed. He can predict what will happen in a few seconds, but if my speed is fast enough, those few seconds will be changed. I can make it up to you.”
"How about it?"
Reclining Buddha's face became tangled, and he discussed with An Zheng more seriously: "How about you die?"
He asked An Zheng seriously.
The speed of moving the square grid with his hands is faster, and the tearing force caused by the superposition of space and space is getting stronger and stronger. Being able to move the space and overlap and rub it is already a very abnormal thing, but it is even more abnormal that An Zheng seems to have no problem amidst such a huge tearing force.
"Why?"
"Do you really think that all this fat is just a burden?"
An Zheng said: "What you said is not quite right. Death does not happen all at once. If it can happen all at once, I don't mind dying for you to see. Otherwise, you can die for me to see."
Reclining Buddha was stunned for a moment and then became angry: "You actually asked me for fares?"
Reclining Buddha looked into An Zheng's eyes and said, "I've always been afraid of death, so my initial purpose of studying space cultivation techniques was to protect myself and to escape."
Reclining Buddha actually laughed: "Can you be more fucking serious? You actually have the intention to joke around in this situation."
Reclining Buddha laughed, because his fat meat consumed all the power in his fist, and the fist hit the fat meat and got stuck in. Now he can't pull out his fist even if he wants to.
"do you know?"
Looking at the expression on the reclining Buddha, he was almost crying: "You are being unreasonable, you should definitely die."
The Holy Empress Changsun waved her hand: "You should step back. Uncle Qi said it would be fine for a few seconds, but it is fine. Go and guard the place where His Majesty is retreating. It seems that none of the people he uses can be counted on."
"Do you really think that all this fat is just a burden?"
Reclining Buddha actually laughed: "Can you be more fucking serious? You actually have the intention to joke around in this situation."
An Zheng unexpectedly discovered that this man was a bit mean at heart.
An Zheng shook his head: "It's strange, why don't I die?"
He smiled like a bad guy: "This reason ranks before you should die."
The face of the reclining Buddha has changed.
An Zheng encouraged: "Will you try again?"
After the Reclining Buddha left the palace, he walked all the way to the temple. There was no one around to support him, so it became extremely difficult for him to walk back. As he walked, he cursed An Zheng in a very unpleasant way, using all the vicious words he had mastered in his life. Just then he found a carriage parked on the side of the street, and he immediately became delighted.
"Sir, you... you have to pay the fare."
The reclining Buddha was a little desperate.
Reclining Buddha spoke without giving Uncle Qi any face: "In a few seconds, that is already a gap that is difficult to make up."
Reclining Buddha looked into An Zheng's eyes and said, "I've always been afraid of death, so my initial purpose of studying space cultivation techniques was to protect myself and to escape."
Reclining Buddha nodded: "I'll try again."
Uncle Qi was silent for a while and then said: "I only have a few seconds to predict, so it's okay."
"time!"
"He's a pervert, I can't beat him."
He asked An Zheng seriously.
The Holy Empress Changsun waved her hand: "You should step back. Uncle Qi said it would be fine for a few seconds, but it is fine. Go and guard the place where His Majesty is retreating. It seems that none of the people he uses can be counted on."
"Why?"
The speed of moving the square grid with his hands is faster, and the tearing force caused by the superposition of space and space is getting stronger and stronger. Being able to move the space and overlap and rub it is already a very abnormal thing, but it is even more abnormal that An Zheng seems to have no problem amidst such a huge tearing force.
The Holy Queen Changsun turned around and walked back: "Even though Chen Wunuo has all kinds of mistakes, he is still the Holy Emperor. Even though I am extremely disappointed with him, I am still his wife. I am still the queen of this great Xi. , I can’t let him fall, I can’t let Da Xi fall.”
"You can't kill him?"
"Why?"
The reclining Buddha struck out like a knife, slashing horizontally towards the throat of the coachman in front of him.
The reclining Buddha seemed to be driven out of anger. As the hand movements became faster and faster, the square grid became smaller and smaller. The original square grid of about ten meters suddenly became more divided, becoming one every two meters, then one meter, and then half a meter.
Reclining Buddha said with a look of disbelief: "Fleeing without a fight? You're not talking about this time, it should be next time. My space power is indeed very powerful, and I know it very well. But An Zheng can predict it a few seconds in advance. When it comes to my next move, how should I fight? He can predict the space I want to move. If I hadn't retreated quickly enough, I might have died under the city wall."
Uncle Qi said: "Speed is the only thing that affects time. When the speed reaches a certain level, time will be changed. He can predict what will happen in a few seconds, but if my speed is fast enough, those few seconds will be changed. I can make it up to you.”
"You bullied me too much. I have no choice but to kill you."
Reclining Buddha spoke without giving Uncle Qi any face: "In a few seconds, that is already a gap that is difficult to make up."
The world is made up of many half-meter squares, which is even more terrifying. If An Zheng had endured the tearing force superimposed in space before, then An Zheng had endured it even more violently now. A square of half a meter can already separate An Zheng's body.
The reclining Buddha was a little desperate.
"Why can't it be?"
Reclining Buddha actually laughed: "Can you be more fucking serious? You actually have the intention to joke around in this situation."
Reclining Buddha laughed, because his fat meat consumed all the power in his fist, and the fist hit the fat meat and got stuck in. Now he can't pull out his fist even if he wants to.
He smiled like a bad guy: "This reason ranks before you should die."
The reclining Buddha seemed to be driven out of anger. As the hand movements became faster and faster, the square grid became smaller and smaller. The original square grid of about ten meters suddenly became more divided, becoming one every two meters, then one meter, and then half a meter.
He smiled like a bad guy: "This reason ranks before you should die."
An Zheng finally stopped standing there and said, "This is not good. If this continues, I might see my crotch when I look up."
Reclining Buddha spoke without giving Uncle Qi any face: "In a few seconds, that is already a gap that is difficult to make up."
Reclining Buddha: "What's important is that you have some shitty demeanor and being able to run away."
The reclining Buddha suddenly rolled back and said, "I'll fuck your mother... as long as it's over."
"He's a pervert, I can't beat him."
He originally wanted to kill this blind driver, but after thinking that he didn't know how to drive, he gave up. After a moment of silence, he pulled out a silver note from his sleeve and threw it on the carriage: "It's enough for you to live a lifetime, so hurry up and leave."
An Zheng said: "For this world, and even for most practitioners in the entire cultivation world, your cultivation method is like a loophole. No one can resist this force that tears apart space. You have already stood On the side that must win. But to you, I am the loophole in your technique... If you were stronger, you could cut me open, but not now."
"Can't kill."
The speed of moving the square grid with his hands is faster, and the tearing force caused by the superposition of space and space is getting stronger and stronger. Being able to move the space and overlap and rub it is already a very abnormal thing, but it is even more abnormal that An Zheng seems to have no problem amidst such a huge tearing force.
Reclining Buddha actually laughed: "Can you be more fucking serious? You actually have the intention to joke around in this situation."
Reclining Buddha: "What's important is that you have some shitty demeanor and being able to run away."
"time?"
An Zheng stretched out his hand from the square where he was, and his hand appeared in a square at least two meters away from him. An Zheng, who looked like he had been dismembered, was still smiling. He looked at the reclining Buddha and said with a smile, "No wonder you think it's fun. It's really fun."
Reclining Buddha actually laughed: "Can you be more fucking serious? You actually have the intention to joke around in this situation."
An Zheng said: "For this world, and even for most practitioners in the entire cultivation world, your cultivation method is like a loophole. No one can resist this force that tears apart space. You have already stood On the side that must win. But to you, I am the loophole in your technique... If you were stronger, you could cut me open, but not now."
Reclining Buddha did indeed escape without any regrets.
"Can't kill."
The men he brought didn't know what happened, but they saw that Reclining Buddha himself gave up and continued fighting. From other people's point of view, Reclining Buddha had the upper hand, and it was hard for them to understand that he suddenly turned around and ran away.
An Zheng suddenly took a step back to the ground. As he moved, the place where he was just now turned into many smaller pieces. If he hadn't moved, he would have been torn apart by now. Maybe as An Zheng said, he would see his crotch when he raised his head.
The reclining Buddha did not evade this time, but moved forward and thrust out his belly. His belly was so big that the fat moved like layers of water waves. When he pushed his belly forward, he shook off all the fat on his belly, just in time to block the punch. The fist hit the fat, and the fist was swallowed up.
Reclining Buddha's face became tangled, and he discussed with An Zheng more seriously: "How about you die?"
Reclining Buddha laughed, because his fat meat consumed all the power in his fist, and the fist hit the fat meat and got stuck in. Now he can't pull out his fist even if he wants to.
The reclining Buddha seemed to be driven out of anger. As the hand movements became faster and faster, the square grid became smaller and smaller. The original square grid of about ten meters suddenly became more divided, becoming one every two meters, then one meter, and then half a meter.
An Zheng encouraged: "Will you try again?"
"How did you get out?"
Reclining Buddha said with a look of disbelief: "Fleeing without a fight? You're not talking about this time, it should be next time. My space power is indeed very powerful, and I know it very well. But An Zheng can predict it a few seconds in advance. When it comes to my next move, how should I fight? He can predict the space I want to move. If I hadn't retreated quickly enough, I might have died under the city wall."
"You know shit."
"Go ahead."
He originally wanted to kill this blind driver, but after thinking that he didn't know how to drive, he gave up. After a moment of silence, he pulled out a silver note from his sleeve and threw it on the carriage: "It's enough for you to live a lifetime, so hurry up and leave."
"You... why don't you die?"
The reclining Buddha did not evade this time, but moved forward and thrust out his belly. His belly was so big that the fat moved like layers of water waves. When he pushed his belly forward, he shook off all the fat on his belly, just in time to block the punch. The fist hit the fat, and the fist was swallowed up.
The reclining Buddha struck out like a knife, slashing horizontally towards the throat of the coachman in front of him.
Reclining Buddha subconsciously stopped moving the squares.
"Why did you run away?"
The Holy Empress Changsun waved her hand: "You should step back. Uncle Qi said it would be fine for a few seconds, but it is fine. Go and guard the place where His Majesty is retreating. It seems that none of the people he uses can be counted on."
An Zheng suddenly moved and blocked the space door opened by the Reclining Buddha on the left. He blocked it. Then the reclining Buddha changed direction, and An Zheng moved again, blocking it again. No matter which way Reclining Buddha opens the door, An Zheng will block him one second in advance.
"Why?"
Only then did Reclining Buddha notice that An Zheng's right eye had been closed at some point, and there were three dark purple star points spinning rapidly in his open left eye. Because the rotation speed is too fast, a purple aperture has been formed.
"I can't beat you, I've already given up."
The reclining Buddha was a little desperate.
"Because I'm a few seconds ahead of you."
"Go ahead."
Reclining Buddha said with a look of disbelief: "Fleeing without a fight? You're not talking about this time, it should be next time. My space power is indeed very powerful, and I know it very well. But An Zheng can predict it a few seconds in advance. When it comes to my next move, how should I fight? He can predict the space I want to move. If I hadn't retreated quickly enough, I might have died under the city wall."
Only then did Reclining Buddha notice that An Zheng's right eye had been closed at some point, and there were three dark purple star points spinning rapidly in his open left eye. Because the rotation speed is too fast, a purple aperture has been formed.
Looking at the expression on the reclining Buddha, he was almost crying: "You are being unreasonable, you should definitely die."
The Holy Empress Changsun was standing not far away, her face a little ugly.
"time?"
An Zheng: "You are really too lazy, and this is not good either."
Reclining Buddha said with certainty: "It is the power of time."
"It seems it's not so unlucky."
An Zheng suddenly took a step back to the ground. As he moved, the place where he was just now turned into many smaller pieces. If he hadn't moved, he would have been torn apart by now. Maybe as An Zheng said, he would see his crotch when he raised his head.
"do you know?"
"How did you get out?"
The reclining Buddha was obviously stunned for a moment, then turned around and walked away: "Come and help me, let's go quickly."
An Zheng finally stopped standing there and said, "This is not good. If this continues, I might see my crotch when I look up."
When the reclining Buddha starts running, the pile of meat trembles layer by layer, giving it a very layered feel.
The reclining Buddha did not evade this time, but moved forward and thrust out his belly. His belly was so big that the fat moved like layers of water waves. When he pushed his belly forward, he shook off all the fat on his belly, just in time to block the punch. The fist hit the fat, and the fist was swallowed up.
He originally wanted to kill this blind driver, but after thinking that he didn't know how to drive, he gave up. After a moment of silence, he pulled out a silver note from his sleeve and threw it on the carriage: "It's enough for you to live a lifetime, so hurry up and leave."
"It seems it's not so unlucky."
An Zheng unexpectedly discovered that this man was a bit mean at heart.
The men he brought didn't know what happened, but they saw that Reclining Buddha himself gave up and continued fighting. From other people's point of view, Reclining Buddha had the upper hand, and it was hard for them to understand that he suddenly turned around and ran away.
The speed of moving the square grid with his hands is faster, and the tearing force caused by the superposition of space and space is getting stronger and stronger. Being able to move the space and overlap and rub it is already a very abnormal thing, but it is even more abnormal that An Zheng seems to have no problem amidst such a huge tearing force.
Reclining Buddha actually laughed: "Can you be more fucking serious? You actually have the intention to joke around in this situation."
Queen Changsun asked: "Where can I be sure?"
The sword swept across, and the coachman's fist was sucked and unable to withdraw, so there was no way the sword would miss. Then, it really missed the mark. Because a purple sun exploded on the fist that was stuck in the pile of flesh, directly scorching that layer of flesh.
Reclining Buddha shook his head: "I ran away."
Reclining Buddha shook his head: "I ran away."
"He's a pervert, I can't beat him."
"Uncle Qi, go ahead, are you sure?"
"You... why don't you die?"
After the Reclining Buddha left the palace, he walked all the way to the temple. There was no one around to support him, so it became extremely difficult for him to walk back. As he walked, he cursed An Zheng in a very unpleasant way, using all the vicious words he had mastered in his life. Just then he found a carriage parked on the side of the street, and he immediately became delighted.
"time!"
The reclining Buddha suddenly rolled back and said, "I'll fuck your mother... as long as it's over."
He pointed his hand to the left, and a square black hole appeared in the space on the left. When An Zheng looked over there, the reclining Buddha suddenly rushed to the right. The space beside him seemed to open a door, and the reclining Buddha entered the door in a flash. About a few hundred meters away, a square hole appeared in the space. The reclining Buddha came out of it and actually made a face at An Zheng: "You can't kill me. I'll think about what to do when I get back." Way to kill you."
The reclining Buddha suddenly rolled back and said, "I'll fuck your mother... as long as it's over."
When the reclining Buddha starts running, the pile of meat trembles layer by layer, giving it a very layered feel.
"Sir, you... you have to pay the fare."
An Zheng said seriously: "If you have the upper hand now, you will definitely not say that this is a fight with the goal of victory or defeat, but with the goal of life and death. You are here to kill me, so can you come up with something? Come with the grace that a master should have?”
He was walking forward thoughtfully, when suddenly someone stopped him in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the person who stopped him was the most important person in front of the Holy Queen named Uncle Qi.
The expression of Queen Changsun changed: "Time?"
An Zheng: "You are really too lazy, and this is not good either."
Reclining Buddha's face became tangled, and he discussed with An Zheng more seriously: "How about you die?"
"Because I'm a few seconds ahead of you."
When he returned to the palace in Jinling City, his face was still a little pale. He was really afraid of death. He felt that An Zheng could kill him with a certain degree of confidence. Once he was sure, he had no desire to continue fighting.
An Zheng unexpectedly discovered that this man was a bit mean at heart.
The reclining Buddha did not evade this time, but moved forward and thrust out his belly. His belly was so big that the fat moved like layers of water waves. When he pushed his belly forward, he shook off all the fat on his belly, just in time to block the punch. The fist hit the fat, and the fist was swallowed up.
"Sir, you... you have to pay the fare."
The next second, just when the Reclining Buddha was about to board the sedan chair and run away, he suddenly stopped. Because he saw An Zheng sitting on the sedan chair, looking at him and smiling.
He pointed his hand to the left, and a square black hole appeared in the space on the left. When An Zheng looked over there, the reclining Buddha suddenly rushed to the right. The space beside him seemed to open a door, and the reclining Buddha entered the door in a flash. About a few hundred meters away, a square hole appeared in the space. The reclining Buddha came out of it and actually made a face at An Zheng: "You can't kill me. I'll think about what to do when I get back." Way to kill you."
An Zheng said seriously: "If you have the upper hand now, you will definitely not say that this is a fight with the goal of victory or defeat, but with the goal of life and death. You are here to kill me, so can you come up with something? Come with the grace that a master should have?”
An Zheng stretched out his hand from the square where he was, and his hand appeared in a square at least two meters away from him. An Zheng, who looked like he had been dismembered, was still smiling. He looked at the reclining Buddha and said with a smile, "No wonder you think it's fun. It's really fun."
"I can't beat you, I've already given up."
Reclining Buddha was stunned for a moment and then became angry: "You actually asked me for fares?"
"It seems it's not so unlucky."
"Is this a fight between you and me with the goal of victory or defeat?"
Reclining Buddha spoke without giving Uncle Qi any face: "In a few seconds, that is already a gap that is difficult to make up."
When the reclining Buddha starts running, the pile of meat trembles layer by layer, giving it a very layered feel.
He asked An Zheng seriously.
"Is this a fight between you and me with the goal of victory or defeat?"
Reclining Buddha's face became tangled, and he discussed with An Zheng more seriously: "How about you die?"
The next second, just when the Reclining Buddha was about to board the sedan chair and run away, he suddenly stopped. Because he saw An Zheng sitting on the sedan chair, looking at him and smiling.
"Go ahead."
The reclining Buddha stretched out his hand again, and a hole appeared behind him. He stepped back and went in. When he reappeared the next second, he was already on the far city wall. He can open a space and travel through it at will, and then appear wherever he wants.
An Zheng answered seriously: "Because I think if I don't kill you, you may have the opportunity to kill me in the future."
An Zheng: "You are really too lazy, and this is not good either."
"Why can't it be?"
He sat down on the carriage and waved his hand: "Go to the church."
Reclining Buddha: "What's important is that you have some shitty demeanor and being able to run away."
Reclining Buddha said roguely: "I can't beat you, haven't I?"
The expression of Queen Changsun changed: "Time?"
"time?"
He was walking forward thoughtfully, when suddenly someone stopped him in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the person who stopped him was the most important person in front of the Holy Queen named Uncle Qi.
Uncle Qi pondered for a while and then nodded: "If it really only takes a few seconds, I should be 70% sure to kill him."
An Zheng suddenly took a step back to the ground. As he moved, the place where he was just now turned into many smaller pieces. If he hadn't moved, he would have been torn apart by now. Maybe as An Zheng said, he would see his crotch when he raised his head.
The expression of Queen Changsun changed: "Time?"
Reclining Buddha laughed, because his fat meat consumed all the power in his fist, and the fist hit the fat meat and got stuck in. Now he can't pull out his fist even if he wants to.
The reclining Buddha was a little desperate.
An Zheng said seriously: "If you have the upper hand now, you will definitely not say that this is a fight with the goal of victory or defeat, but with the goal of life and death. You are here to kill me, so can you come up with something? Come with the grace that a master should have?”
Reclining Buddha laughed, because his fat meat consumed all the power in his fist, and the fist hit the fat meat and got stuck in. Now he can't pull out his fist even if he wants to.
"Why?"
The speed of moving the square grid with his hands is faster, and the tearing force caused by the superposition of space and space is getting stronger and stronger. Being able to move the space and overlap and rub it is already a very abnormal thing, but it is even more abnormal that An Zheng seems to have no problem amidst such a huge tearing force.
he asks.
"Sir, you... you have to pay the fare."
An Zheng answered seriously: "Because I think if I don't kill you, you may have the opportunity to kill me in the future."
Reclining Buddha: "What's important is that you have some shitty demeanor and being able to run away."
An Zheng suddenly took a step back to the ground. As he moved, the place where he was just now turned into many smaller pieces. If he hadn't moved, he would have been torn apart by now. Maybe as An Zheng said, he would see his crotch when he raised his head.
Reclining Buddha nodded: "I'll try again."
"Why did you run away?"
The next second, just when the Reclining Buddha was about to board the sedan chair and run away, he suddenly stopped. Because he saw An Zheng sitting on the sedan chair, looking at him and smiling.
Only then did Reclining Buddha notice that An Zheng's right eye had been closed at some point, and there were three dark purple star points spinning rapidly in his open left eye. Because the rotation speed is too fast, a purple aperture has been formed.
"do you know?"
Looking at the expression on the reclining Buddha, he was almost crying: "You are being unreasonable, you should definitely die."
"Why can't it be?"
The reclining Buddha did not evade this time, but moved forward and thrust out his belly. His belly was so big that the fat moved like layers of water waves. When he pushed his belly forward, he shook off all the fat on his belly, just in time to block the punch. The fist hit the fat, and the fist was swallowed up.
He smiled like a bad guy: "This reason ranks before you should die."
"Why did you run away?"
Reclining Buddha looked into An Zheng's eyes and said, "I've always been afraid of death, so my initial purpose of studying space cultivation techniques was to protect myself and to escape."
The reclining Buddha seemed to be driven out of anger. As the hand movements became faster and faster, the square grid became smaller and smaller. The original square grid of about ten meters suddenly became more divided, becoming one every two meters, then one meter, and then half a meter.
"Can't kill."
Reclining Buddha nodded: "I'll try again."
"Because I'm a few seconds ahead of you."
"How about it?"
The expression of Queen Changsun changed: "Time?"
He pointed his hand to the left, and a square black hole appeared in the space on the left. When An Zheng looked over there, the reclining Buddha suddenly rushed to the right. The space beside him seemed to open a door, and the reclining Buddha entered the door in a flash. About a few hundred meters away, a square hole appeared in the space. The reclining Buddha came out of it and actually made a face at An Zheng: "You can't kill me. I'll think about what to do when I get back." Way to kill you."
"Do you know who I am?"
"How did you get out?"
When he returned to the palace in Jinling City, his face was still a little pale. He was really afraid of death. He felt that An Zheng could kill him with a certain degree of confidence. Once he was sure, he had no desire to continue fighting.
"Is this a fight between you and me with the goal of victory or defeat?"
"Why did you run away?"
The driver threw the straw hat out, flashed in front of the reclining Buddha, and punched the reclining Buddha in the chest.
An Zheng unexpectedly discovered that this man was a bit mean at heart.
"It seems it's not so unlucky."
"Is this a fight between you and me with the goal of victory or defeat?"
Reclining Buddha said roguely: "I can't beat you, haven't I?"
Uncle Qi asked.
"Is this a fight between you and me with the goal of victory or defeat?"
"You may not be considered top-notch in this world in terms of realm, but few can match your level in terms of killing methods. The reason why His Majesty used you so highly and even Fang Zheng could give up on you is precisely because of Your Majesty's I know you are more useful. But now, you are running away without fighting."
The reclining Buddha stretched out his hand again, and a hole appeared behind him. He stepped back and went in. When he reappeared the next second, he was already on the far city wall. He can open a space and travel through it at will, and then appear wherever he wants.
"Can't kill."
Only then did Reclining Buddha notice that An Zheng's right eye had been closed at some point, and there were three dark purple star points spinning rapidly in his open left eye. Because the rotation speed is too fast, a purple aperture has been formed.
Reclining Buddha said with a look of disbelief: "Fleeing without a fight? You're not talking about this time, it should be next time. My space power is indeed very powerful, and I know it very well. But An Zheng can predict it a few seconds in advance. When it comes to my next move, how should I fight? He can predict the space I want to move. If I hadn't retreated quickly enough, I might have died under the city wall."
"How did you get out?"
An Zheng couldn't help but sigh: "You have such ability, and you actually escaped like this?"
"You know shit."
Reclining Buddha was stunned for a moment and then became angry: "You actually asked me for fares?"
An Zheng said seriously: "If you have the upper hand now, you will definitely not say that this is a fight with the goal of victory or defeat, but with the goal of life and death. You are here to kill me, so can you come up with something? Come with the grace that a master should have?”
Reclining Buddha did indeed escape without any regrets.
Uncle Qi asked.
The driver threw the straw hat out, flashed in front of the reclining Buddha, and punched the reclining Buddha in the chest.
Reclining Buddha spoke without giving Uncle Qi any face: "In a few seconds, that is already a gap that is difficult to make up."
An Zheng couldn't help but sigh: "You have such ability, and you actually escaped like this?"
The sword swept across, and the coachman's fist was sucked and unable to withdraw, so there was no way the sword would miss. Then, it really missed the mark. Because a purple sun exploded on the fist that was stuck in the pile of flesh, directly scorching that layer of flesh.
"How did you get out?"
The reclining Buddha was a little desperate.
When he returned to the palace in Jinling City, his face was still a little pale. He was really afraid of death. He felt that An Zheng could kill him with a certain degree of confidence. Once he was sure, he had no desire to continue fighting.
Looking at the expression on the reclining Buddha, he was almost crying: "You are being unreasonable, you should definitely die."
An Zheng stretched out his hand from the square where he was, and his hand appeared in a square at least two meters away from him. An Zheng, who looked like he had been dismembered, was still smiling. He looked at the reclining Buddha and said with a smile, "No wonder you think it's fun. It's really fun."
He was walking forward thoughtfully, when suddenly someone stopped him in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the person who stopped him was the most important person in front of the Holy Queen named Uncle Qi.
An Zheng: "You are really too lazy, and this is not good either."
The sword swept across, and the coachman's fist was sucked and unable to withdraw, so there was no way the sword would miss. Then, it really missed the mark. Because a purple sun exploded on the fist that was stuck in the pile of flesh, directly scorching that layer of flesh.
The Holy Empress Changsun was standing not far away, her face a little ugly.
The driver turned around and took off his straw hat: "The fare I want is not money."
Uncle Qi was silent for a while and then said: "I only have a few seconds to predict, so it's okay."
"How about it?"
"Why can't it be?"
"How about it?"
"do you know?"
Reclining Buddha nodded: "I'll try again."
Reclining Buddha said with certainty: "It is the power of time."
Uncle Qi asked.
"How about it?"
Uncle Qi hummed, turned and left.
"You may not be considered top-notch in this world in terms of realm, but few can match your level in terms of killing methods. The reason why His Majesty used you so highly and even Fang Zheng could give up on you is precisely because of Your Majesty's I know you are more useful. But now, you are running away without fighting."
"Do you know who I am?"
Reclining Buddha shook his head: "I ran away."
"How did you get out?"
"Can't kill."
The next second, just when the Reclining Buddha was about to board the sedan chair and run away, he suddenly stopped. Because he saw An Zheng sitting on the sedan chair, looking at him and smiling.
"time!"
"Because I'm a few seconds ahead of you."
"You can't kill him?"
"It seems it's not so unlucky."
Uncle Qi hummed, turned and left.
He originally wanted to kill this blind driver, but after thinking that he didn't know how to drive, he gave up. After a moment of silence, he pulled out a silver note from his sleeve and threw it on the carriage: "It's enough for you to live a lifetime, so hurry up and leave."
"Can't kill."
The driver threw the straw hat out, flashed in front of the reclining Buddha, and punched the reclining Buddha in the chest.
The next second, just when the Reclining Buddha was about to board the sedan chair and run away, he suddenly stopped. Because he saw An Zheng sitting on the sedan chair, looking at him and smiling.
"You may not be considered top-notch in this world in terms of realm, but few can match your level in terms of killing methods. The reason why His Majesty used you so highly and even Fang Zheng could give up on you is precisely because of Your Majesty's I know you are more useful. But now, you are running away without fighting."
"You know shit."
Reclining Buddha did indeed escape without any regrets.
Reclining Buddha said with a look of disbelief: "Fleeing without a fight? You're not talking about this time, it should be next time. My space power is indeed very powerful, and I know it very well. But An Zheng can predict it a few seconds in advance. When it comes to my next move, how should I fight? He can predict the space I want to move. If I hadn't retreated quickly enough, I might have died under the city wall."
An Zheng encouraged: "Will you try again?"
An Zheng answered seriously: "Because I think if I don't kill you, you may have the opportunity to kill me in the future."
Uncle Qi said: "Speed is the only thing that affects time. When the speed reaches a certain level, time will be changed. He can predict what will happen in a few seconds, but if my speed is fast enough, those few seconds will be changed. I can make it up to you.”
The sword swept across, and the coachman's fist was sucked and unable to withdraw, so there was no way the sword would miss. Then, it really missed the mark. Because a purple sun exploded on the fist that was stuck in the pile of flesh, directly scorching that layer of flesh.
"Uncle Qi, go ahead, are you sure?"
Reclining Buddha looked into An Zheng's eyes and said, "I've always been afraid of death, so my initial purpose of studying space cultivation techniques was to protect myself and to escape."
An Zheng encouraged: "Will you try again?"
The expression of Queen Changsun changed: "Time?"
Reclining Buddha actually laughed: "Can you be more fucking serious? You actually have the intention to joke around in this situation."
"Why can't it be?"
"Go ahead."
Reclining Buddha's face became tangled, and he discussed with An Zheng more seriously: "How about you die?"
An Zheng encouraged: "Will you try again?"
"time!"
An Zheng stretched out his hand from the square where he was, and his hand appeared in a square at least two meters away from him. An Zheng, who looked like he had been dismembered, was still smiling. He looked at the reclining Buddha and said with a smile, "No wonder you think it's fun. It's really fun."
Reclining Buddha shook his head: "I ran away."
"You bullied me too much. I have no choice but to kill you."
The reclining Buddha stretched out his hand again, and a hole appeared behind him. He stepped back and went in. When he reappeared the next second, he was already on the far city wall. He can open a space and travel through it at will, and then appear wherever he wants.
The Holy Empress Changsun waved her hand: "You should step back. Uncle Qi said it would be fine for a few seconds, but it is fine. Go and guard the place where His Majesty is retreating. It seems that none of the people he uses can be counted on."
The sword swept across, and the coachman's fist was sucked and unable to withdraw, so there was no way the sword would miss. Then, it really missed the mark. Because a purple sun exploded on the fist that was stuck in the pile of flesh, directly scorching that layer of flesh.
He was really fat and weak, but when he rolled back just now, he was almost at the extreme. He was no longer bulky, he was as light as a ball of cotton wool, falling to the ground and then turned around and ran away.
Reclining Buddha said with certainty: "It is the power of time."
"Because I'm a few seconds ahead of you."
Uncle Qi hummed, turned and left.
Reclining Buddha actually laughed: "Can you be more fucking serious? You actually have the intention to joke around in this situation."
The next second, just when the Reclining Buddha was about to board the sedan chair and run away, he suddenly stopped. Because he saw An Zheng sitting on the sedan chair, looking at him and smiling.
The reclining Buddha did not evade this time, but moved forward and thrust out his belly. His belly was so big that the fat moved like layers of water waves. When he pushed his belly forward, he shook off all the fat on his belly, just in time to block the punch. The fist hit the fat, and the fist was swallowed up.
He sat down on the carriage and waved his hand: "Go to the church."
Uncle Qi was silent for a while and then said: "I only have a few seconds to predict, so it's okay."
An Zheng said: "For this world, and even for most practitioners in the entire cultivation world, your cultivation method is like a loophole. No one can resist this force that tears apart space. You have already stood On the side that must win. But to you, I am the loophole in your technique... If you were stronger, you could cut me open, but not now."
Reclining Buddha looked into An Zheng's eyes and said, "I've always been afraid of death, so my initial purpose of studying space cultivation techniques was to protect myself and to escape."
The Holy Empress Changsun waved her hand: "You should step back. Uncle Qi said it would be fine for a few seconds, but it is fine. Go and guard the place where His Majesty is retreating. It seems that none of the people he uses can be counted on."
"do you know?"
"You know shit."
The Holy Empress Changsun was standing not far away, her face a little ugly.
"time!"
Reclining Buddha spoke without giving Uncle Qi any face: "In a few seconds, that is already a gap that is difficult to make up."
The face of the reclining Buddha has changed.
"Do you know who I am?"
The sword swept across, and the coachman's fist was sucked and unable to withdraw, so there was no way the sword would miss. Then, it really missed the mark. Because a purple sun exploded on the fist that was stuck in the pile of flesh, directly scorching that layer of flesh.
he asks.
The Holy Empress Changsun waved her hand: "You should step back. Uncle Qi said it would be fine for a few seconds, but it is fine. Go and guard the place where His Majesty is retreating. It seems that none of the people he uses can be counted on."
Reclining Buddha was stunned for a moment and then became angry: "You actually asked me for fares?"
"Why did you run away?"
An Zheng said seriously: "If you have the upper hand now, you will definitely not say that this is a fight with the goal of victory or defeat, but with the goal of life and death. You are here to kill me, so can you come up with something? Come with the grace that a master should have?”
An Zheng unexpectedly discovered that this man was a bit mean at heart.
The reclining Buddha was obviously stunned for a moment, then turned around and walked away: "Come and help me, let's go quickly."
An Zheng stretched out his hand from the square where he was, and his hand appeared in a square at least two meters away from him. An Zheng, who looked like he had been dismembered, was still smiling. He looked at the reclining Buddha and said with a smile, "No wonder you think it's fun. It's really fun."
Reclining Buddha was stunned for a moment and then became angry: "You actually asked me for fares?"
When the reclining Buddha starts running, the pile of meat trembles layer by layer, giving it a very layered feel.
"Uncle Qi, go ahead, are you sure?"
"Do you know who I am?"
He smiled like a bad guy: "This reason ranks before you should die."
"You may not be considered top-notch in this world in terms of realm, but few can match your level in terms of killing methods. The reason why His Majesty used you so highly and even Fang Zheng could give up on you is precisely because of Your Majesty's I know you are more useful. But now, you are running away without fighting."
An Zheng said: "What you said is not quite right. Death does not happen all at once. If it can happen all at once, I don't mind dying for you to see. Otherwise, you can die for me to see."
An Zheng stretched out his hand from the square where he was, and his hand appeared in a square at least two meters away from him. An Zheng, who looked like he had been dismembered, was still smiling. He looked at the reclining Buddha and said with a smile, "No wonder you think it's fun. It's really fun."
Uncle Qi pondered for a while and then nodded: "If it really only takes a few seconds, I should be 70% sure to kill him."
"You can't kill him?"
He asked An Zheng seriously.
The reclining Buddha was obviously stunned for a moment, then turned around and walked away: "Come and help me, let's go quickly."
An Zheng encouraged: "Will you try again?"
An Zheng stretched out his hand from the square where he was, and his hand appeared in a square at least two meters away from him. An Zheng, who looked like he had been dismembered, was still smiling. He looked at the reclining Buddha and said with a smile, "No wonder you think it's fun. It's really fun."
Queen Changsun asked: "Where can I be sure?"
Uncle Qi pondered for a while and then nodded: "If it really only takes a few seconds, I should be 70% sure to kill him."
He originally wanted to kill this blind driver, but after thinking that he didn't know how to drive, he gave up. After a moment of silence, he pulled out a silver note from his sleeve and threw it on the carriage: "It's enough for you to live a lifetime, so hurry up and leave."
Uncle Qi said: "Speed is the only thing that affects time. When the speed reaches a certain level, time will be changed. He can predict what will happen in a few seconds, but if my speed is fast enough, those few seconds will be changed. I can make it up to you.”
"Is this a fight between you and me with the goal of victory or defeat?"
"How did you get out?"
Reclining Buddha said with certainty: "It is the power of time."
"I can't beat you, I've already given up."
"Why?"
"Why?"
"Go ahead."
Reclining Buddha spoke without giving Uncle Qi any face: "In a few seconds, that is already a gap that is difficult to make up."
"It seems it's not so unlucky."
"Do you know who I am?"
Reclining Buddha's face became tangled, and he discussed with An Zheng more seriously: "How about you die?"
The Holy Queen Changsun turned around and walked back: "Even though Chen Wunuo has all kinds of mistakes, he is still the Holy Emperor. Even though I am extremely disappointed with him, I am still his wife. I am still the queen of this great Xi. , I can’t let him fall, I can’t let Da Xi fall.”
Reclining Buddha shook his head: "I ran away."
The Holy Queen Changsun turned around and walked back: "Even though Chen Wunuo has all kinds of mistakes, he is still the Holy Emperor. Even though I am extremely disappointed with him, I am still his wife. I am still the queen of this great Xi. , I can’t let him fall, I can’t let Da Xi fall.”
Uncle Qi hummed, turned and left.
The reclining Buddha stretched out his hand again, and a hole appeared behind him. He stepped back and went in. When he reappeared the next second, he was already on the far city wall. He can open a space and travel through it at will, and then appear wherever he wants.
"It seems it's not so unlucky."
After the Reclining Buddha left the palace, he walked all the way to the temple. There was no one around to support him, so it became extremely difficult for him to walk back. As he walked, he cursed An Zheng in a very unpleasant way, using all the vicious words he had mastered in his life. Just then he found a carriage parked on the side of the street, and he immediately became delighted.
"Why?"
The reclining Buddha stretched out his hand again, and a hole appeared behind him. He stepped back and went in. When he reappeared the next second, he was already on the far city wall. He can open a space and travel through it at will, and then appear wherever he wants.
Reclining Buddha said with certainty: "It is the power of time."
"Why?"
Reclining Buddha said with a look of disbelief: "Fleeing without a fight? You're not talking about this time, it should be next time. My space power is indeed very powerful, and I know it very well. But An Zheng can predict it a few seconds in advance. When it comes to my next move, how should I fight? He can predict the space I want to move. If I hadn't retreated quickly enough, I might have died under the city wall."
Reclining Buddha shook his head: "I ran away."
"It seems it's not so unlucky."
"How about it?"
The face of the reclining Buddha has changed.
"I can't beat you, I've already given up."
After the Reclining Buddha left the palace, he walked all the way to the temple. There was no one around to support him, so it became extremely difficult for him to walk back. As he walked, he cursed An Zheng in a very unpleasant way, using all the vicious words he had mastered in his life. Just then he found a carriage parked on the side of the street, and he immediately became delighted.
He sat down on the carriage and waved his hand: "Go to the church."
An Zheng said: "What you said is not quite right. Death does not happen all at once. If it can happen all at once, I don't mind dying for you to see. Otherwise, you can die for me to see."
After the Reclining Buddha left the palace, he walked all the way to the temple. There was no one around to support him, so it became extremely difficult for him to walk back. As he walked, he cursed An Zheng in a very unpleasant way, using all the vicious words he had mastered in his life. Just then he found a carriage parked on the side of the street, and he immediately became delighted.
"Sir, you... you have to pay the fare."
Reclining Buddha nodded: "I'll try again."
The driver turned around and took off his straw hat: "The fare I want is not money."
The men he brought didn't know what happened, but they saw that Reclining Buddha himself gave up and continued fighting. From other people's point of view, Reclining Buddha had the upper hand, and it was hard for them to understand that he suddenly turned around and ran away.
The reclining Buddha suddenly rolled back and said, "I'll fuck your mother... as long as it's over."
"Do you know who I am?"
An Zheng said: "What you said is not quite right. Death does not happen all at once. If it can happen all at once, I don't mind dying for you to see. Otherwise, you can die for me to see."
Reclining Buddha actually laughed: "Can you be more fucking serious? You actually have the intention to joke around in this situation."
The reclining Buddha was obviously stunned for a moment, then turned around and walked away: "Come and help me, let's go quickly."
Reclining Buddha was stunned for a moment and then became angry: "You actually asked me for fares?"
Reclining Buddha spoke without giving Uncle Qi any face: "In a few seconds, that is already a gap that is difficult to make up."
The reclining Buddha was a little desperate.
He originally wanted to kill this blind driver, but after thinking that he didn't know how to drive, he gave up. After a moment of silence, he pulled out a silver note from his sleeve and threw it on the carriage: "It's enough for you to live a lifetime, so hurry up and leave."
Uncle Qi pondered for a while and then nodded: "If it really only takes a few seconds, I should be 70% sure to kill him."
Reclining Buddha actually laughed: "Can you be more fucking serious? You actually have the intention to joke around in this situation."
The reclining Buddha was obviously stunned for a moment, then turned around and walked away: "Come and help me, let's go quickly."
The driver turned around and took off his straw hat: "The fare I want is not money."
"You may not be considered top-notch in this world in terms of realm, but few can match your level in terms of killing methods. The reason why His Majesty used you so highly and even Fang Zheng could give up on you is precisely because of Your Majesty's I know you are more useful. But now, you are running away without fighting."
The Holy Empress Changsun waved her hand: "You should step back. Uncle Qi said it would be fine for a few seconds, but it is fine. Go and guard the place where His Majesty is retreating. It seems that none of the people he uses can be counted on."
"You... why don't you die?"
The reclining Buddha suddenly rolled back and said, "I'll fuck your mother... as long as it's over."
An Zheng said: "For this world, and even for most practitioners in the entire cultivation world, your cultivation method is like a loophole. No one can resist this force that tears apart space. You have already stood On the side that must win. But to you, I am the loophole in your technique... If you were stronger, you could cut me open, but not now."
The sword swept across, and the coachman's fist was sucked and unable to withdraw, so there was no way the sword would miss. Then, it really missed the mark. Because a purple sun exploded on the fist that was stuck in the pile of flesh, directly scorching that layer of flesh.
"Why did you run away?"
He was really fat and weak, but when he rolled back just now, he was almost at the extreme. He was no longer bulky, he was as light as a ball of cotton wool, falling to the ground and then turned around and ran away.
"I can't beat you, I've already given up."
"You know shit."
Uncle Qi asked.
Reclining Buddha: "What's important is that you have some shitty demeanor and being able to run away."
An Zheng shook his head: "It's strange, why don't I die?"
"Can't kill."
Reclining Buddha said roguely: "I can't beat you, haven't I?"
The driver threw the straw hat out, flashed in front of the reclining Buddha, and punched the reclining Buddha in the chest.
Uncle Qi asked.
Reclining Buddha actually laughed: "Can you be more fucking serious? You actually have the intention to joke around in this situation."
An Zheng: "You are really too lazy, and this is not good either."
"You know shit."
He smiled like a bad guy: "This reason ranks before you should die."
The next second, just when the Reclining Buddha was about to board the sedan chair and run away, he suddenly stopped. Because he saw An Zheng sitting on the sedan chair, looking at him and smiling.
"Do you know who I am?"
Reclining Buddha: "What's important is that you have some shitty demeanor and being able to run away."
The reclining Buddha did not evade this time, but moved forward and thrust out his belly. His belly was so big that the fat moved like layers of water waves. When he pushed his belly forward, he shook off all the fat on his belly, just in time to block the punch. The fist hit the fat, and the fist was swallowed up.
"Do you know who I am?"
An Zheng couldn't help but sigh: "You have such ability, and you actually escaped like this?"
"Do you really think that all this fat is just a burden?"
Reclining Buddha subconsciously stopped moving the squares.
When he returned to the palace in Jinling City, his face was still a little pale. He was really afraid of death. He felt that An Zheng could kill him with a certain degree of confidence. Once he was sure, he had no desire to continue fighting.
"Uncle Qi, go ahead, are you sure?"
Reclining Buddha actually laughed: "Can you be more fucking serious? You actually have the intention to joke around in this situation."
Reclining Buddha laughed, because his fat meat consumed all the power in his fist, and the fist hit the fat meat and got stuck in. Now he can't pull out his fist even if he wants to.
An Zheng said: "For this world, and even for most practitioners in the entire cultivation world, your cultivation method is like a loophole. No one can resist this force that tears apart space. You have already stood On the side that must win. But to you, I am the loophole in your technique... If you were stronger, you could cut me open, but not now."
The reclining Buddha struck out like a knife, slashing horizontally towards the throat of the coachman in front of him.
He asked An Zheng seriously.
Queen Changsun asked: "Where can I be sure?"
After the Reclining Buddha left the palace, he walked all the way to the temple. There was no one around to support him, so it became extremely difficult for him to walk back. As he walked, he cursed An Zheng in a very unpleasant way, using all the vicious words he had mastered in his life. Just then he found a carriage parked on the side of the street, and he immediately became delighted.
Reclining Buddha: "What's important is that you have some shitty demeanor and being able to run away."
"Everything I do has a purpose, every piece of my flesh is useful."
When the reclining Buddha starts running, the pile of meat trembles layer by layer, giving it a very layered feel.
Uncle Qi pondered for a while and then nodded: "If it really only takes a few seconds, I should be 70% sure to kill him."
"Sir, you... you have to pay the fare."
Reclining Buddha laughed, because his fat meat consumed all the power in his fist, and the fist hit the fat meat and got stuck in. Now he can't pull out his fist even if he wants to.
"time!"
The reclining Buddha struck out like a knife, slashing horizontally towards the throat of the coachman in front of him.
The speed of moving the square grid with his hands is faster, and the tearing force caused by the superposition of space and space is getting stronger and stronger. Being able to move the space and overlap and rub it is already a very abnormal thing, but it is even more abnormal that An Zheng seems to have no problem amidst such a huge tearing force.
"Can't kill."
Looking at the expression on the reclining Buddha, he was almost crying: "You are being unreasonable, you should definitely die."
The world is made up of many half-meter squares, which is even more terrifying. If An Zheng had endured the tearing force superimposed in space before, then An Zheng had endured it even more violently now. A square of half a meter can already separate An Zheng's body.
The reclining Buddha suddenly rolled back and said, "I'll fuck your mother... as long as it's over."
The reclining Buddha did not evade this time, but moved forward and thrust out his belly. His belly was so big that the fat moved like layers of water waves. When he pushed his belly forward, he shook off all the fat on his belly, just in time to block the punch. The fist hit the fat, and the fist was swallowed up.
The sword swept across, and the coachman's fist was sucked and unable to withdraw, so there was no way the sword would miss. Then, it really missed the mark. Because a purple sun exploded on the fist that was stuck in the pile of flesh, directly scorching that layer of flesh.
"You bullied me too much. I have no choice but to kill you."
Reclining Buddha shook his head: "I ran away."
The men he brought didn't know what happened, but they saw that Reclining Buddha himself gave up and continued fighting. From other people's point of view, Reclining Buddha had the upper hand, and it was hard for them to understand that he suddenly turned around and ran away.
"Is this a fight between you and me with the goal of victory or defeat?"
The sword swept across, and the coachman's fist was sucked and unable to withdraw, so there was no way the sword would miss. Then, it really missed the mark. Because a purple sun exploded on the fist that was stuck in the pile of flesh, directly scorching that layer of flesh.
"He's a pervert, I can't beat him."
The speed of moving the square grid with his hands is faster, and the tearing force caused by the superposition of space and space is getting stronger and stronger. Being able to move the space and overlap and rub it is already a very abnormal thing, but it is even more abnormal that An Zheng seems to have no problem amidst such a huge tearing force.
The reclining Buddha did not evade this time, but moved forward and thrust out his belly. His belly was so big that the fat moved like layers of water waves. When he pushed his belly forward, he shook off all the fat on his belly, just in time to block the punch. The fist hit the fat, and the fist was swallowed up.
The face of the reclining Buddha has changed.
An Zheng stretched out his hand from the square where he was, and his hand appeared in a square at least two meters away from him. An Zheng, who looked like he had been dismembered, was still smiling. He looked at the reclining Buddha and said with a smile, "No wonder you think it's fun. It's really fun."
"You... why don't you die?"
An Zheng suddenly moved and blocked the space door opened by the Reclining Buddha on the left. He blocked it. Then the reclining Buddha changed direction, and An Zheng moved again, blocking it again. No matter which way Reclining Buddha opens the door, An Zheng will block him one second in advance.
"Is this a fight between you and me with the goal of victory or defeat?"
Reclining Buddha was stunned for a moment and then became angry: "You actually asked me for fares?"
The reclining Buddha was a little desperate.
Uncle Qi pondered for a while and then nodded: "If it really only takes a few seconds, I should be 70% sure to kill him."
"Everything I do has a purpose, every piece of my flesh is useful."
The reclining Buddha suddenly rolled back and said, "I'll fuck your mother... as long as it's over."
"Why?"
Reclining Buddha was stunned for a moment and then became angry: "You actually asked me for fares?"
"I can't beat you, I've already given up."
Queen Changsun asked: "Where can I be sure?"
he asks.
"Can't kill."
Uncle Qi hummed, turned and left.
An Zheng said: "For this world, and even for most practitioners in the entire cultivation world, your cultivation method is like a loophole. No one can resist this force that tears apart space. You have already stood On the side that must win. But to you, I am the loophole in your technique... If you were stronger, you could cut me open, but not now."
After the Reclining Buddha left the palace, he walked all the way to the temple. There was no one around to support him, so it became extremely difficult for him to walk back. As he walked, he cursed An Zheng in a very unpleasant way, using all the vicious words he had mastered in his life. Just then he found a carriage parked on the side of the street, and he immediately became delighted.
He sat down on the carriage and waved his hand: "Go to the church."
Reclining Buddha said with certainty: "It is the power of time."
When he returned to the palace in Jinling City, his face was still a little pale. He was really afraid of death. He felt that An Zheng could kill him with a certain degree of confidence. Once he was sure, he had no desire to continue fighting.
An Zheng answered seriously: "Because I think if I don't kill you, you may have the opportunity to kill me in the future."
"Why?"
Reclining Buddha shook his head: "I ran away."
An Zheng finally stopped standing there and said, "This is not good. If this continues, I might see my crotch when I look up."
Reclining Buddha shook his head: "I ran away."
"Do you know who I am?"
An Zheng couldn't help but sigh: "You have such ability, and you actually escaped like this?"
An Zheng said: "What you said is not quite right. Death does not happen all at once. If it can happen all at once, I don't mind dying for you to see. Otherwise, you can die for me to see."
He smiled like a bad guy: "This reason ranks before you should die."
Reclining Buddha: "What's important is that you have some shitty demeanor and being able to run away."
The Holy Queen Changsun turned around and walked back: "Even though Chen Wunuo has all kinds of mistakes, he is still the Holy Emperor. Even though I am extremely disappointed with him, I am still his wife. I am still the queen of this great Xi. , I can’t let him fall, I can’t let Da Xi fall.”
An Zheng said: "For this world, and even for most practitioners in the entire cultivation world, your cultivation method is like a loophole. No one can resist this force that tears apart space. You have already stood On the side that must win. But to you, I am the loophole in your technique... If you were stronger, you could cut me open, but not now."
When he returned to the palace in Jinling City, his face was still a little pale. He was really afraid of death. He felt that An Zheng could kill him with a certain degree of confidence. Once he was sure, he had no desire to continue fighting.
Reclining Buddha said with certainty: "It is the power of time."
Reclining Buddha said with certainty: "It is the power of time."
Uncle Qi said: "Speed is the only thing that affects time. When the speed reaches a certain level, time will be changed. He can predict what will happen in a few seconds, but if my speed is fast enough, those few seconds will be changed. I can make it up to you.”