Although he was already trapped and couldn't even struggle, An Zheng was still in the mood to laugh. He tried his best to take his hand out of the restraints, shook two fingers, and said to Xu Shuiyi seriously: "I also hid two cards."
An Zheng saw it, and his lips moved as he suppressed Xu Xieyi's self-destruction.
goodbye…
In addition to the blood, there were tears in the eyes. Tears and blood flowed together, wetting the ground beneath An Zheng.
The ugly raindrops penetrated his body, leaving it full of holes.
At this moment, the white world suddenly broke.
With a pop, a crooked long sword pierced Xu Xieyi's back and then came out from his chest. Xu Shuyi didn't feel that there was anyone behind him at all. In fact, this had nothing to do with his confidence, because Ye Qidao... was such a person and had such a physique, so he could be unreasonable.
Xu Shuiyi lowered his head and looked at the sword sticking out of his heart, frowning.
At the beginning of the battle, when An Zheng and Ti Xiang fought side by side, An Zheng actually doubted his own Ti Xiang. Because her body looks more and more like him, like his most perfect clone. At that time, An Zheng thought of the warrior created by Chen Wunuo, and thought of the warrior's awakening. Like Nie Qing, like Fighter II... An Zheng was thinking, if one day his body also has this kind of awakening, will it still be his body
It broke apart without any reason or warning. The sky and the earth were like two pieces of white paper. This was Xu Shuiyi's boundary. No one except Xu Shuiyi could write or draw on these two pieces of white paper. This is his territory, he has the final say.
"goodbye."
Yes, those raindrops are so ugly.
An Zheng called and called again, but there was no response at all.
An Zheng suddenly felt a little guilty.
He answered confidently and decisively.
Maybe it's because Xu Shuyi's attention is all on An Zheng, or maybe it's because Xu Shuyi never thought that there was anyone in Yancheng who could break through his boundaries. He has enough confidence and assurance that this is not a fairy palace, and there is no such thing as Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. The strongest practitioner here is An Zheng, but An Zheng has been completely controlled by him, and wanting to kill An Zheng is just a matter of his thoughts.
He stood up, his heart was bleeding, and his hands were bleeding. The sword was twisted like a snake, but so damn sharp.
An Zheng laughed, feeling a little proud.
However, the blank paper was just pierced by someone, and there was no sense at all.
Xu Xieyi turned around and looked at Ye Qidao, as if he were looking at a bad boy who had ruined the reputation of a beautiful girl. He seemed to hate Ye Qidao more now, much more than he hated An Zheng.
Xu Shuiyi sat on the chair and did not move, and he could not move either. The sword penetrated from behind the chair, pierced the chair and penetrated his body. He was nailed to a chair, which was painted and meant to be a defense. And the crooked sword ignored his defense and his golden immortal body.
"You love to draw... you're fucking ruining it!"
"You can't even order a single point!"
The place where the puncture was made was right behind Xu Xieyi, but Xu Xieyi didn't notice it at all.
The sword pierced Xu Shuyi's heart, and the crooked sword tip pierced his chest. Ye Qidao smiled sheepishly and scratched his hair: "Snake-shaped sword."
Ye Qidao answered Xu Xieyi's words after releasing An Zheng.
Maybe it's because Xu Shuyi's attention is all on An Zheng, or maybe it's because Xu Shuyi never thought that there was anyone in Yancheng who could break through his boundaries. He has enough confidence and assurance that this is not a fairy palace, and there is no such thing as Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. The strongest practitioner here is An Zheng, but An Zheng has been completely controlled by him, and wanting to kill An Zheng is just a matter of his thoughts.
An Zheng smiled bitterly: "I didn't ask you to explain anything."
This person broke the window paper without any warning, appeared behind Xu Shuiyi without any warning, and then added something to this white paper-like world without any warning. With just this stroke, Xu Xieyi's flawless world was destroyed.
Although he was already trapped and couldn't even struggle, An Zheng was still in the mood to laugh. He tried his best to take his hand out of the restraints, shook two fingers, and said to Xu Shuiyi seriously: "I also hid two cards."
Xu Shuyi was angry.
"you… "
Maybe it's because Xu Shuyi's attention is all on An Zheng, or maybe it's because Xu Shuyi never thought that there was anyone in Yancheng who could break through his boundaries. He has enough confidence and assurance that this is not a fairy palace, and there is no such thing as Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. The strongest practitioner here is An Zheng, but An Zheng has been completely controlled by him, and wanting to kill An Zheng is just a matter of his thoughts.
Xu Shuyi was angry.
There was a hole in the paper, as if there was a beautiful little daughter-in-law taking a bath in the house. A bad boy licked his fingers outside the window, pierced the window paper, and thrust his eyes in.
Ye Qidao ignored him, but used the dirty-looking old notebook and the dirty-looking old bald brush to wipe it casually, and the prison around An Zheng's body was immediately torn apart. . There is absolutely no aesthetics when it is taken apart. It is as if a beautiful woman was applying lipstick by herself, and a wild boy came out and said, "I will help you", and then applied the lipstick from the lips to the earlobes... It was so ugly that Xu Xiyi couldn't bear the ugliness. thing.
Ye Qidao curled his lips: "You can't care... My brother An Zheng doesn't care about me, so why do you?"
However, the blank paper was just pierced by someone, and there was no sense at all.
But it wasn't just the thief's swishing eyes that came in, there was another person.
This person broke the window paper without any warning, appeared behind Xu Shuiyi without any warning, and then added something to this white paper-like world without any warning. With just this stroke, Xu Xieyi's flawless world was destroyed.
An Zheng's appearance disappeared.
An Zheng laughed, feeling a little proud.
His name is Ye Qidao, he... is not among the Six Paths.
In addition to the blood, there were tears in the eyes. Tears and blood flowed together, wetting the ground beneath An Zheng.
"You love to draw... you're fucking ruining it!"
There was a hole in the paper, as if there was a beautiful little daughter-in-law taking a bath in the house. A bad boy licked his fingers outside the window, pierced the window paper, and thrust his eyes in.
At this moment, the white world suddenly broke.
This person broke the window paper without any warning, appeared behind Xu Shuiyi without any warning, and then added something to this white paper-like world without any warning. With just this stroke, Xu Xieyi's flawless world was destroyed.
Ye Qidao curled his lips: "You can't care... My brother An Zheng doesn't care about me, so why do you?"
It broke apart without any reason or warning. The sky and the earth were like two pieces of white paper. This was Xu Shuiyi's boundary. No one except Xu Shuiyi could write or draw on these two pieces of white paper. This is his territory, he has the final say.
As he lay there, a black light group began to appear in his lower abdomen, like a small black ink dragon circling.
His name is Ye Qidao, he... is not among the Six Paths.
A bowl of water looks extremely clear, that is the realm of water. Dropping a drop of ink into the water still looks like water, but it is no longer the realm of pure water. A famous painting has nothing but the creator's strokes. Then this painting is the creator's world, and inside it is everything he has given. If a shameless collector stamps his seal on this famous painting, no matter how big the shameless person is, it will be a kind of damage to the painting. This painting is no longer the realm of the creator.
He reached out and grasped the tip of the sword, and forcefully pulled the sword out of his body. Because the sword is not straight, the wound caused by it when drawn out is much larger than that of a straight sword. It's not that Xu Xieyi is so strong, but because he feels that the power that seems to come from another world is rapidly melting and dissolving his cultivation power. If this extremely ugly sword was stuck in his heart for a while longer, his power would be completely dissipated.
An Zheng pushed Ye Qidao out, and then pressed his body against the ink-colored light ball. That was Xu Shuyi's last strength, and it was the most terrifying self-destruction for a practitioner close to the immortal level. An Zheng couldn't stop it, so An Zheng suppressed it with his body.
At this moment, the white world suddenly broke.
An Zheng once asked Xiao Qidao why he likes to draw swords.
But it wasn't just the thief's swishing eyes that came in, there was another person.
The person who came in drew a stroke on the white paper, and the drawing was extremely ugly, so ugly that people couldn't bear to look at it. He is a person who likes to draw, but he has no talent for drawing. He has been drawing for a long time but still cannot draw a straight line well. But this does not affect his love of painting, and no one can stop his love of painting.
An Zheng fell there, bleeding not only from his mouth, but also from his eyes, ears, and nose.
It broke apart without any reason or warning. The sky and the earth were like two pieces of white paper. This was Xu Shuiyi's boundary. No one except Xu Shuiyi could write or draw on these two pieces of white paper. This is his territory, he has the final say.
With a pop, a crooked long sword pierced Xu Xieyi's back and then came out from his chest. Xu Shuyi didn't feel that there was anyone behind him at all. In fact, this had nothing to do with his confidence, because Ye Qidao... was such a person and had such a physique, so he could be unreasonable.
An Zheng's body hit Xu Xieyi and exploded.
A bowl of water looks extremely clear, that is the realm of water. Dropping a drop of ink into the water still looks like water, but it is no longer the realm of pure water. A famous painting has nothing but the creator's strokes. Then this painting is the creator's world, and inside it is everything he has given. If a shameless collector stamps his seal on this famous painting, no matter how big the shameless person is, it will be a kind of damage to the painting. This painting is no longer the realm of the creator.
Therefore, he can enter other people's realms unreasonably without worrying about whether the realm owner is willing or not. It just so happened that Xu Xiyi was a great painter, and Ye Qidao was the destroyer. He is a bad guy who dropped a drop of ink into the water. His evil is more hateful than putting his own seal on a famous painting. He spilled a bowl of ink on this painting that seemed to be famous enough to be passed down to future generations.
But it wasn't just the thief's swishing eyes that came in, there was another person.
His name is Ye Qidao, he... is not among the Six Paths.
In addition to the blood, there were tears in the eyes. Tears and blood flowed together, wetting the ground beneath An Zheng.
An Zheng pushed Ye Qidao out, and then pressed his body against the ink-colored light ball. That was Xu Shuyi's last strength, and it was the most terrifying self-destruction for a practitioner close to the immortal level. An Zheng couldn't stop it, so An Zheng suppressed it with his body.
His name is Ye Qidao, he... is not among the Six Paths.
Therefore, he can enter other people's realms unreasonably without worrying about whether the realm owner is willing or not. It just so happened that Xu Xiyi was a great painter, and Ye Qidao was the destroyer. He is a bad guy who dropped a drop of ink into the water. His evil is more hateful than putting his own seal on a famous painting. He spilled a bowl of ink on this painting that seemed to be famous enough to be passed down to future generations.
Xu Shuiyi couldn't stand and fell to the ground, looking at Ye Qidao with hatred and disdain in his eyes.
A bowl of water looks extremely clear, that is the realm of water. Dropping a drop of ink into the water still looks like water, but it is no longer the realm of pure water. A famous painting has nothing but the creator's strokes. Then this painting is the creator's world, and inside it is everything he has given. If a shameless collector stamps his seal on this famous painting, no matter how big the shameless person is, it will be a kind of damage to the painting. This painting is no longer the realm of the creator.
The sword pierced Xu Shuyi's heart, and the crooked sword tip pierced his chest. Ye Qidao smiled sheepishly and scratched his hair: "Snake-shaped sword."
It was crooked like a broom, but Ye Qidao just called it a sword, a sword that could destroy immortals with one strike.
An Zheng suddenly felt a little guilty.
With a pop, a crooked long sword pierced Xu Xieyi's back and then came out from his chest. Xu Shuyi didn't feel that there was anyone behind him at all. In fact, this had nothing to do with his confidence, because Ye Qidao... was such a person and had such a physique, so he could be unreasonable.
An Zheng smiled bitterly: "I didn't ask you to explain anything."
An Zheng saw it, and his lips moved as he suppressed Xu Xieyi's self-destruction.
"It's so ugly..."
This battle was won, but the victory was so tragic. Ye Qidao broke Xu Yiyi's realm, but after all, the cultivation realms were too different. If An Zheng hadn't pushed him away, Ye Qidao might have been shattered to pieces. And An Zheng's physical form disappeared again. Even An Zheng didn't know if his physical form would appear again this time.
Xu Shuiyi couldn't stand and fell to the ground, looking at Ye Qidao with hatred and disdain in his eyes.
That sword is so ugly.
"I love drawing!"
An Zheng once asked Xiao Qidao why he likes to draw swords.
The moment he pounced, he pushed Ye Qidao out. Then, suddenly a force rushed over and knocked An Zheng out.
Ye Qidao curled his lips: "You can't care... My brother An Zheng doesn't care about me, so why do you?"
It was crooked like a broom, but Ye Qidao just called it a sword, a sword that could destroy immortals with one strike.
It was crooked like a broom, but Ye Qidao just called it a sword, a sword that could destroy immortals with one strike.
An Zheng's appearance disappeared.
The person who came in drew a stroke on the white paper, and the drawing was extremely ugly, so ugly that people couldn't bear to look at it. He is a person who likes to draw, but he has no talent for drawing. He has been drawing for a long time but still cannot draw a straight line well. But this does not affect his love of painting, and no one can stop his love of painting.
An Zheng once asked Xiao Qidao why he likes to draw swords.
Xu Shuiyi couldn't stand and fell to the ground, looking at Ye Qidao with hatred and disdain in his eyes.
As he lay there, a black light group began to appear in his lower abdomen, like a small black ink dragon circling.
There was a hole in the paper, as if there was a beautiful little daughter-in-law taking a bath in the house. A bad boy licked his fingers outside the window, pierced the window paper, and thrust his eyes in.
This person broke the window paper without any warning, appeared behind Xu Shuiyi without any warning, and then added something to this white paper-like world without any warning. With just this stroke, Xu Xieyi's flawless world was destroyed.
Xiao Qidao smiled sheepishly, but replied in a very serious tone: "I still remember that when I was in Huanshi Changju City, my father left a sword on a piece of paper to protect me. It's not a real sword, but a sword that can break the world. I have never met my father, but I can feel his belief in protecting. Some people say that the sword is a kind of jewelry, and some people say that the sword is a murderous weapon. , but for me... the sword is my guardian."
Xiao Qidao smiled sheepishly, but replied in a very serious tone: "I still remember that when I was in Huanshi Changju City, my father left a sword on a piece of paper to protect me. It's not a real sword, but a sword that can break the world. I have never met my father, but I can feel his belief in protecting. Some people say that the sword is a kind of jewelry, and some people say that the sword is a murderous weapon. , but for me... the sword is my guardian."
It was crooked like a broom, but Ye Qidao just called it a sword, a sword that could destroy immortals with one strike.
Those two words cut through An Zheng's heart like a knife.
The person who came in drew a stroke on the white paper, and the drawing was extremely ugly, so ugly that people couldn't bear to look at it. He is a person who likes to draw, but he has no talent for drawing. He has been drawing for a long time but still cannot draw a straight line well. But this does not affect his love of painting, and no one can stop his love of painting.
"I love drawing!"
Xu Shuyi was angry.
An Zheng pushed Ye Qidao out, and then pressed his body against the ink-colored light ball. That was Xu Shuyi's last strength, and it was the most terrifying self-destruction for a practitioner close to the immortal level. An Zheng couldn't stop it, so An Zheng suppressed it with his body.
Xiao Qidao smiled sheepishly, but replied in a very serious tone: "I still remember that when I was in Huanshi Changju City, my father left a sword on a piece of paper to protect me. It's not a real sword, but a sword that can break the world. I have never met my father, but I can feel his belief in protecting. Some people say that the sword is a kind of jewelry, and some people say that the sword is a murderous weapon. , but for me... the sword is my guardian."
The messy sky disappeared, the ruined earth disappeared, and the world was blown to pieces. An Zheng and Ye Qidao were rushed away by the violent force. Ye Qidao looked like there was no good spot on his body, and he was covered in blood. An Zheng was in better condition, his skin was torn and his flesh was torn, but his bones were at least still good.
The sword pierced Xu Shuyi's heart, and the crooked sword tip pierced his chest. Ye Qidao smiled sheepishly and scratched his hair: "Snake-shaped sword."
An Zheng suddenly felt a little guilty.
This battle was won, but the victory was so tragic. Ye Qidao broke Xu Yiyi's realm, but after all, the cultivation realms were too different. If An Zheng hadn't pushed him away, Ye Qidao might have been shattered to pieces. And An Zheng's physical form disappeared again. Even An Zheng didn't know if his physical form would appear again this time.
Ye Qidao looked like a child who had lost his temper. He was scribbling on a notebook with a bald brush in his hand. The white sky disappeared and black clouds appeared... Let's just call them clouds. It was messy anyway. A group can only be described as such. The clouds covered the white sky, and then it began to rain. The rain was just the ink that Ye Qidao dabbed on randomly. Not a drop fell on An Zheng, because the area where it rained was as big as a person, and it was all about Xu Yiyi there.
He stood up, his heart was bleeding, and his hands were bleeding. The sword was twisted like a snake, but so damn sharp.
"goodbye."
An Zheng smiled bitterly: "I didn't ask you to explain anything."
Ye Qidao looked like a child who had lost his temper. He was scribbling on a notebook with a bald brush in his hand. The white sky disappeared and black clouds appeared... Let's just call them clouds. It was messy anyway. A group can only be described as such. The clouds covered the white sky, and then it began to rain. The rain was just the ink that Ye Qidao dabbed on randomly. Not a drop fell on An Zheng, because the area where it rained was as big as a person, and it was all about Xu Yiyi there.
This battle was won, but the victory was so tragic. Ye Qidao broke Xu Yiyi's realm, but after all, the cultivation realms were too different. If An Zheng hadn't pushed him away, Ye Qidao might have been shattered to pieces. And An Zheng's physical form disappeared again. Even An Zheng didn't know if his physical form would appear again this time.
goodbye…
goodbye…
The ugly raindrops penetrated his body, leaving it full of holes.
Xu Shuiyi sat on the chair and did not move, and he could not move either. The sword penetrated from behind the chair, pierced the chair and penetrated his body. He was nailed to a chair, which was painted and meant to be a defense. And the crooked sword ignored his defense and his golden immortal body.
The messy sky disappeared, the ruined earth disappeared, and the world was blown to pieces. An Zheng and Ye Qidao were rushed away by the violent force. Ye Qidao looked like there was no good spot on his body, and he was covered in blood. An Zheng was in better condition, his skin was torn and his flesh was torn, but his bones were at least still good.
But when the raindrops fell on Xu Xieyi, every drop could penetrate. It's not that Ye Qidao is much stronger than Xu Shuyi. Relatively speaking, Xu Shuyi can easily kill Ye Qidao one on one. But now Xu Shuyi is finished, his world is finished, his state of mind is finished, and his body is finished. That sword pierced his heart. No matter how powerful he was, the heart was always the fatal place.
Ye Qidao answered Xu Xieyi's words after releasing An Zheng.
An Zheng saw it, and his lips moved as he suppressed Xu Xieyi's self-destruction.
Yes, those raindrops are so ugly.
But when the raindrops fell on Xu Xieyi, every drop could penetrate. It's not that Ye Qidao is much stronger than Xu Shuyi. Relatively speaking, Xu Shuyi can easily kill Ye Qidao one on one. But now Xu Shuyi is finished, his world is finished, his state of mind is finished, and his body is finished. That sword pierced his heart. No matter how powerful he was, the heart was always the fatal place.
Xu Shuiyi lowered his head and looked at the sword sticking out of his heart, frowning.
"Myself."
Xu Xieyi turned around and looked at Ye Qidao, as if he were looking at a bad boy who had ruined the reputation of a beautiful girl. He seemed to hate Ye Qidao more now, much more than he hated An Zheng.
This may be the first cultivator at the peak of the Golden Immortal to die in the human world in the past few thousand years.
Ye Qidao ignored him, but used the dirty-looking old notebook and the dirty-looking old bald brush to wipe it casually, and the prison around An Zheng's body was immediately torn apart. . There is absolutely no aesthetics when it is taken apart. It is as if a beautiful woman was applying lipstick by herself, and a wild boy came out and said, "I will help you", and then applied the lipstick from the lips to the earlobes... It was so ugly that Xu Xiyi couldn't bear the ugliness. thing.
Xu Shuyi was angry.
"It's so ugly..."
Yes, those raindrops are so ugly.
At this moment, the white world suddenly broke.
It broke apart without any reason or warning. The sky and the earth were like two pieces of white paper. This was Xu Shuiyi's boundary. No one except Xu Shuiyi could write or draw on these two pieces of white paper. This is his territory, he has the final say.
Xu Xieyi turned around and looked at Ye Qidao, as if he were looking at a bad boy who had ruined the reputation of a beautiful girl. He seemed to hate Ye Qidao more now, much more than he hated An Zheng.
An Zheng suddenly felt a little guilty.
An Zheng once asked Xiao Qidao why he likes to draw swords.
Xiao Qidao smiled sheepishly, but replied in a very serious tone: "I still remember that when I was in Huanshi Changju City, my father left a sword on a piece of paper to protect me. It's not a real sword, but a sword that can break the world. I have never met my father, but I can feel his belief in protecting. Some people say that the sword is a kind of jewelry, and some people say that the sword is a murderous weapon. , but for me... the sword is my guardian."
He reached out and grasped the tip of the sword, and forcefully pulled the sword out of his body. Because the sword is not straight, the wound caused by it when drawn out is much larger than that of a straight sword. It's not that Xu Xieyi is so strong, but because he feels that the power that seems to come from another world is rapidly melting and dissolving his cultivation power. If this extremely ugly sword was stuck in his heart for a while longer, his power would be completely dissipated.
He answered confidently and decisively.
"Who gave you the confidence to draw?"
The sword pierced Xu Shuyi's heart, and the crooked sword tip pierced his chest. Ye Qidao smiled sheepishly and scratched his hair: "Snake-shaped sword."
"Who gave you the confidence to draw?"
An Zheng fell there, panting heavily, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. Through the shocking wounds on his broken body, you could even see his heart beating and other internal organs bleeding.
This is not rain, this is flushing with water pipes.
However, the blank paper was just pierced by someone, and there was no sense at all.
He stood up, his heart was bleeding, and his hands were bleeding. The sword was twisted like a snake, but so damn sharp.
"You can't even order a single point!"
Xu Xieyi turned around and looked at Ye Qidao, as if he were looking at a bad boy who had ruined the reputation of a beautiful girl. He seemed to hate Ye Qidao more now, much more than he hated An Zheng.
An Zheng pushed Ye Qidao out, and then pressed his body against the ink-colored light ball. That was Xu Shuyi's last strength, and it was the most terrifying self-destruction for a practitioner close to the immortal level. An Zheng couldn't stop it, so An Zheng suppressed it with his body.
"I love drawing!"
Xu Xieyi turned around and looked at Ye Qidao, as if he were looking at a bad boy who had ruined the reputation of a beautiful girl. He seemed to hate Ye Qidao more now, much more than he hated An Zheng.
The ugly raindrops penetrated his body, leaving it full of holes.
His name is Ye Qidao, he... is not among the Six Paths.
However, the blank paper was just pierced by someone, and there was no sense at all.
At the beginning of the battle, when An Zheng and Ti Xiang fought side by side, An Zheng actually doubted his own Ti Xiang. Because her body looks more and more like him, like his most perfect clone. At that time, An Zheng thought of the warrior created by Chen Wunuo, and thought of the warrior's awakening. Like Nie Qing, like Fighter II... An Zheng was thinking, if one day his body also has this kind of awakening, will it still be his body
But when the raindrops fell on Xu Xieyi, every drop could penetrate. It's not that Ye Qidao is much stronger than Xu Shuyi. Relatively speaking, Xu Shuyi can easily kill Ye Qidao one on one. But now Xu Shuyi is finished, his world is finished, his state of mind is finished, and his body is finished. That sword pierced his heart. No matter how powerful he was, the heart was always the fatal place.
Ye Qidao ignored him, but used the dirty-looking old notebook and the dirty-looking old bald brush to wipe it casually, and the prison around An Zheng's body was immediately torn apart. . There is absolutely no aesthetics when it is taken apart. It is as if a beautiful woman was applying lipstick by herself, and a wild boy came out and said, "I will help you", and then applied the lipstick from the lips to the earlobes... It was so ugly that Xu Xiyi couldn't bear the ugliness. thing.
His name is Ye Qidao, he... is not among the Six Paths.
"It's so ugly..."
The messy sky disappeared, the ruined earth disappeared, and the world was blown to pieces. An Zheng and Ye Qidao were rushed away by the violent force. Ye Qidao looked like there was no good spot on his body, and he was covered in blood. An Zheng was in better condition, his skin was torn and his flesh was torn, but his bones were at least still good.
An Zheng's appearance disappeared.
But when the raindrops fell on Xu Xieyi, every drop could penetrate. It's not that Ye Qidao is much stronger than Xu Shuyi. Relatively speaking, Xu Shuyi can easily kill Ye Qidao one on one. But now Xu Shuyi is finished, his world is finished, his state of mind is finished, and his body is finished. That sword pierced his heart. No matter how powerful he was, the heart was always the fatal place.
"Myself."
The ugly raindrops penetrated his body, leaving it full of holes.
"Who gave you the confidence to draw?"
The moment he pounced, he pushed Ye Qidao out. Then, suddenly a force rushed over and knocked An Zheng out.
Ye Qidao answered Xu Xieyi's words after releasing An Zheng.
His name is Ye Qidao, he... is not among the Six Paths.
An Zheng suddenly felt a little guilty.
"I love drawing!"
In addition to the blood, there were tears in the eyes. Tears and blood flowed together, wetting the ground beneath An Zheng.
"You can't even order a single point!"
In addition to the blood, there were tears in the eyes. Tears and blood flowed together, wetting the ground beneath An Zheng.
He answered confidently and decisively.
The person who came in drew a stroke on the white paper, and the drawing was extremely ugly, so ugly that people couldn't bear to look at it. He is a person who likes to draw, but he has no talent for drawing. He has been drawing for a long time but still cannot draw a straight line well. But this does not affect his love of painting, and no one can stop his love of painting.
An Zheng called and called again, but there was no response at all.
The place where the puncture was made was right behind Xu Xieyi, but Xu Xieyi didn't notice it at all.
It was crooked like a broom, but Ye Qidao just called it a sword, a sword that could destroy immortals with one strike.
The moment he pounced, he pushed Ye Qidao out. Then, suddenly a force rushed over and knocked An Zheng out.
Although he was already trapped and couldn't even struggle, An Zheng was still in the mood to laugh. He tried his best to take his hand out of the restraints, shook two fingers, and said to Xu Shuiyi seriously: "I also hid two cards."
Those two words cut through An Zheng's heart like a knife.
"you… "
With a pop, a stream of blood spurted out of Xu Shuyi's mouth.
An Zheng called and called again, but there was no response at all.
With a pop, a stream of blood spurted out of Xu Shuyi's mouth.
An Zheng's body hit Xu Xieyi and exploded.
"I love drawing!"
Maybe it's because Xu Shuyi's attention is all on An Zheng, or maybe it's because Xu Shuyi never thought that there was anyone in Yancheng who could break through his boundaries. He has enough confidence and assurance that this is not a fairy palace, and there is no such thing as Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. The strongest practitioner here is An Zheng, but An Zheng has been completely controlled by him, and wanting to kill An Zheng is just a matter of his thoughts.
"You love to draw... you're fucking ruining it!"
Not only that, An Zheng thought his bones were intact, but in fact, his side near the explosion was damaged. The ribs were densely covered with tiny cracks, and the leg bones had more cracks than the ribs.
"You can't even order a single point!"
"It's so ugly..."
"goodbye."
An Zheng's body hit Xu Xieyi and exploded.
"You love to draw... you're fucking ruining it!"
Ye Qidao curled his lips: "You can't care... My brother An Zheng doesn't care about me, so why do you?"
The messy sky disappeared, the ruined earth disappeared, and the world was blown to pieces. An Zheng and Ye Qidao were rushed away by the violent force. Ye Qidao looked like there was no good spot on his body, and he was covered in blood. An Zheng was in better condition, his skin was torn and his flesh was torn, but his bones were at least still good.
"you… "
An Zheng laughed, feeling a little proud.
The sword pierced Xu Shuyi's heart, and the crooked sword tip pierced his chest. Ye Qidao smiled sheepishly and scratched his hair: "Snake-shaped sword."
goodbye…
Xiao Qidao smiled sheepishly, but replied in a very serious tone: "I still remember that when I was in Huanshi Changju City, my father left a sword on a piece of paper to protect me. It's not a real sword, but a sword that can break the world. I have never met my father, but I can feel his belief in protecting. Some people say that the sword is a kind of jewelry, and some people say that the sword is a murderous weapon. , but for me... the sword is my guardian."
Xu Shuyi was angry.
"goodbye."
Xu Shuyi was angry.
Ye Qidao looked like a child who had lost his temper. He was scribbling on a notebook with a bald brush in his hand. The white sky disappeared and black clouds appeared... Let's just call them clouds. It was messy anyway. A group can only be described as such. The clouds covered the white sky, and then it began to rain. The rain was just the ink that Ye Qidao dabbed on randomly. Not a drop fell on An Zheng, because the area where it rained was as big as a person, and it was all about Xu Yiyi there.
"I love drawing!"
However, the blank paper was just pierced by someone, and there was no sense at all.
An Zheng's appearance disappeared.
In addition to the blood, there were tears in the eyes. Tears and blood flowed together, wetting the ground beneath An Zheng.
This is not rain, this is flushing with water pipes.
An Zheng pushed Ye Qidao out, and then pressed his body against the ink-colored light ball. That was Xu Shuyi's last strength, and it was the most terrifying self-destruction for a practitioner close to the immortal level. An Zheng couldn't stop it, so An Zheng suppressed it with his body.
With a pop, a stream of blood spurted out of Xu Shuyi's mouth.
Xu Shuyi was angry.
An Zheng's appearance disappeared.
An Zheng didn't dare to recall... The moment he pounced on Xu Shuiyi, the body phase war god knocked him flying and landed on Xu Shuiyi, the body phase even glanced sideways at An Zheng. There was an indescribable feeling in those eyes... separation? guard? Friendship? Probably more.
This is not rain, this is flushing with water pipes.
In addition to the blood, there were tears in the eyes. Tears and blood flowed together, wetting the ground beneath An Zheng.
"You can't even order a single point!"
"goodbye."
It broke apart without any reason or warning. The sky and the earth were like two pieces of white paper. This was Xu Shuiyi's boundary. No one except Xu Shuiyi could write or draw on these two pieces of white paper. This is his territory, he has the final say.
In addition to the blood, there were tears in the eyes. Tears and blood flowed together, wetting the ground beneath An Zheng.
There was a hole in the paper, as if there was a beautiful little daughter-in-law taking a bath in the house. A bad boy licked his fingers outside the window, pierced the window paper, and thrust his eyes in.
Yes, those raindrops are so ugly.
An Zheng's appearance disappeared.
Although he was already trapped and couldn't even struggle, An Zheng was still in the mood to laugh. He tried his best to take his hand out of the restraints, shook two fingers, and said to Xu Shuiyi seriously: "I also hid two cards."
Yes, those raindrops are so ugly.
Xu Shuiyi lowered his head and looked at the sword sticking out of his heart, frowning.
Ye Qidao looked like a child who had lost his temper. He was scribbling on a notebook with a bald brush in his hand. The white sky disappeared and black clouds appeared... Let's just call them clouds. It was messy anyway. A group can only be described as such. The clouds covered the white sky, and then it began to rain. The rain was just the ink that Ye Qidao dabbed on randomly. Not a drop fell on An Zheng, because the area where it rained was as big as a person, and it was all about Xu Yiyi there.
"Myself."
"you… "
But when the raindrops fell on Xu Xieyi, every drop could penetrate. It's not that Ye Qidao is much stronger than Xu Shuyi. Relatively speaking, Xu Shuyi can easily kill Ye Qidao one on one. But now Xu Shuyi is finished, his world is finished, his state of mind is finished, and his body is finished. That sword pierced his heart. No matter how powerful he was, the heart was always the fatal place.
In addition to the blood, there were tears in the eyes. Tears and blood flowed together, wetting the ground beneath An Zheng.
Ye Qidao curled his lips: "You can't care... My brother An Zheng doesn't care about me, so why do you?"
The ugly raindrops penetrated his body, leaving it full of holes.
An Zheng's appearance disappeared.
An Zheng suddenly felt a little guilty.
An Zheng once asked Xiao Qidao why he likes to draw swords.
Ye Qidao curled his lips: "You can't care... My brother An Zheng doesn't care about me, so why do you?"
Xu Shuiyi couldn't stand and fell to the ground, looking at Ye Qidao with hatred and disdain in his eyes.
An Zheng suddenly felt a little guilty.
Maybe it's because Xu Shuyi's attention is all on An Zheng, or maybe it's because Xu Shuyi never thought that there was anyone in Yancheng who could break through his boundaries. He has enough confidence and assurance that this is not a fairy palace, and there is no such thing as Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. The strongest practitioner here is An Zheng, but An Zheng has been completely controlled by him, and wanting to kill An Zheng is just a matter of his thoughts.
It broke apart without any reason or warning. The sky and the earth were like two pieces of white paper. This was Xu Shuiyi's boundary. No one except Xu Shuiyi could write or draw on these two pieces of white paper. This is his territory, he has the final say.
Xu Xieyi turned around and looked at Ye Qidao, as if he were looking at a bad boy who had ruined the reputation of a beautiful girl. He seemed to hate Ye Qidao more now, much more than he hated An Zheng.
Ye Qidao looked like a child who had lost his temper. He was scribbling on a notebook with a bald brush in his hand. The white sky disappeared and black clouds appeared... Let's just call them clouds. It was messy anyway. A group can only be described as such. The clouds covered the white sky, and then it began to rain. The rain was just the ink that Ye Qidao dabbed on randomly. Not a drop fell on An Zheng, because the area where it rained was as big as a person, and it was all about Xu Yiyi there.
Maybe it's because Xu Shuyi's attention is all on An Zheng, or maybe it's because Xu Shuyi never thought that there was anyone in Yancheng who could break through his boundaries. He has enough confidence and assurance that this is not a fairy palace, and there is no such thing as Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. The strongest practitioner here is An Zheng, but An Zheng has been completely controlled by him, and wanting to kill An Zheng is just a matter of his thoughts.
At this moment, the white world suddenly broke.
A bowl of water looks extremely clear, that is the realm of water. Dropping a drop of ink into the water still looks like water, but it is no longer the realm of pure water. A famous painting has nothing but the creator's strokes. Then this painting is the creator's world, and inside it is everything he has given. If a shameless collector stamps his seal on this famous painting, no matter how big the shameless person is, it will be a kind of damage to the painting. This painting is no longer the realm of the creator.
As he lay there, a black light group began to appear in his lower abdomen, like a small black ink dragon circling.
His name is Ye Qidao, he... is not among the Six Paths.
An Zheng laughed, feeling a little proud.
Xu Xieyi turned around and looked at Ye Qidao, as if he were looking at a bad boy who had ruined the reputation of a beautiful girl. He seemed to hate Ye Qidao more now, much more than he hated An Zheng.
At the beginning of the battle, when An Zheng and Ti Xiang fought side by side, An Zheng actually doubted his own Ti Xiang. Because her body looks more and more like him, like his most perfect clone. At that time, An Zheng thought of the warrior created by Chen Wunuo, and thought of the warrior's awakening. Like Nie Qing, like Fighter II... An Zheng was thinking, if one day his body also has this kind of awakening, will it still be his body
"you… "
However, the blank paper was just pierced by someone, and there was no sense at all.
Those two words cut through An Zheng's heart like a knife.
Ye Qidao ignored him, but used the dirty-looking old notebook and the dirty-looking old bald brush to wipe it casually, and the prison around An Zheng's body was immediately torn apart. . There is absolutely no aesthetics when it is taken apart. It is as if a beautiful woman was applying lipstick by herself, and a wild boy came out and said, "I will help you", and then applied the lipstick from the lips to the earlobes... It was so ugly that Xu Xiyi couldn't bear the ugliness. thing.
An Zheng pushed Ye Qidao out, and then pressed his body against the ink-colored light ball. That was Xu Shuyi's last strength, and it was the most terrifying self-destruction for a practitioner close to the immortal level. An Zheng couldn't stop it, so An Zheng suppressed it with his body.
This may be the first cultivator at the peak of the Golden Immortal to die in the human world in the past few thousand years.
An Zheng once asked Xiao Qidao why he likes to draw swords.
However, the blank paper was just pierced by someone, and there was no sense at all.
In addition to the blood, there were tears in the eyes. Tears and blood flowed together, wetting the ground beneath An Zheng.
The moment he pounced, he pushed Ye Qidao out. Then, suddenly a force rushed over and knocked An Zheng out.
The ugly raindrops penetrated his body, leaving it full of holes.
At the beginning of the battle, when An Zheng and Ti Xiang fought side by side, An Zheng actually doubted his own Ti Xiang. Because her body looks more and more like him, like his most perfect clone. At that time, An Zheng thought of the warrior created by Chen Wunuo, and thought of the warrior's awakening. Like Nie Qing, like Fighter II... An Zheng was thinking, if one day his body also has this kind of awakening, will it still be his body
There was a hole in the paper, as if there was a beautiful little daughter-in-law taking a bath in the house. A bad boy licked his fingers outside the window, pierced the window paper, and thrust his eyes in.
An Zheng saw it, and his lips moved as he suppressed Xu Xieyi's self-destruction.
An Zheng's body hit Xu Xieyi and exploded.
Falling there, An Zheng seemed to have no ability except to breathe.
"Who gave you the confidence to draw?"
The messy sky disappeared, the ruined earth disappeared, and the world was blown to pieces. An Zheng and Ye Qidao were rushed away by the violent force. Ye Qidao looked like there was no good spot on his body, and he was covered in blood. An Zheng was in better condition, his skin was torn and his flesh was torn, but his bones were at least still good.
Although he was already trapped and couldn't even struggle, An Zheng was still in the mood to laugh. He tried his best to take his hand out of the restraints, shook two fingers, and said to Xu Shuiyi seriously: "I also hid two cards."
Xiao Qidao smiled sheepishly, but replied in a very serious tone: "I still remember that when I was in Huanshi Changju City, my father left a sword on a piece of paper to protect me. It's not a real sword, but a sword that can break the world. I have never met my father, but I can feel his belief in protecting. Some people say that the sword is a kind of jewelry, and some people say that the sword is a murderous weapon. , but for me... the sword is my guardian."
An Zheng saw it, and his lips moved as he suppressed Xu Xieyi's self-destruction.
This person broke the window paper without any warning, appeared behind Xu Shuiyi without any warning, and then added something to this white paper-like world without any warning. With just this stroke, Xu Xieyi's flawless world was destroyed.
Ye Qidao looked like a child who had lost his temper. He was scribbling on a notebook with a bald brush in his hand. The white sky disappeared and black clouds appeared... Let's just call them clouds. It was messy anyway. A group can only be described as such. The clouds covered the white sky, and then it began to rain. The rain was just the ink that Ye Qidao dabbed on randomly. Not a drop fell on An Zheng, because the area where it rained was as big as a person, and it was all about Xu Yiyi there.
This person broke the window paper without any warning, appeared behind Xu Shuiyi without any warning, and then added something to this white paper-like world without any warning. With just this stroke, Xu Xieyi's flawless world was destroyed.
An Zheng's appearance disappeared.
Xiao Qidao smiled sheepishly, but replied in a very serious tone: "I still remember that when I was in Huanshi Changju City, my father left a sword on a piece of paper to protect me. It's not a real sword, but a sword that can break the world. I have never met my father, but I can feel his belief in protecting. Some people say that the sword is a kind of jewelry, and some people say that the sword is a murderous weapon. , but for me... the sword is my guardian."
An Zheng pushed Ye Qidao out, and then pressed his body against the ink-colored light ball. That was Xu Shuyi's last strength, and it was the most terrifying self-destruction for a practitioner close to the immortal level. An Zheng couldn't stop it, so An Zheng suppressed it with his body.
An Zheng pushed Ye Qidao out, and then pressed his body against the ink-colored light ball. That was Xu Shuyi's last strength, and it was the most terrifying self-destruction for a practitioner close to the immortal level. An Zheng couldn't stop it, so An Zheng suppressed it with his body.
An Zheng once asked Xiao Qidao why he likes to draw swords.
Yes, those raindrops are so ugly.
An Zheng saw it, and his lips moved as he suppressed Xu Xieyi's self-destruction.
An Zheng called and called again, but there was no response at all.
An Zheng fell there, bleeding not only from his mouth, but also from his eyes, ears, and nose.
Xu Shuyi was angry.
"You love to draw... you're fucking ruining it!"
But it wasn't just the thief's swishing eyes that came in, there was another person.
"You can't even order a single point!"
Not only that, An Zheng thought his bones were intact, but in fact, his side near the explosion was damaged. The ribs were densely covered with tiny cracks, and the leg bones had more cracks than the ribs.
An Zheng called and called again, but there was no response at all.
Xu Shuiyi couldn't stand and fell to the ground, looking at Ye Qidao with hatred and disdain in his eyes.
An Zheng rushed over to see how injured Ye Qidao was, and he fell to the ground after just two steps. He looked down and saw that his injuries were much more serious than he thought. Xu Xieyi is very powerful and is the most powerful opponent An Zheng has ever encountered. He has almost stepped into the realm of immortals with one foot, and immortals can walk sideways even in the immortal palace.
Xu Shuiyi lowered his head and looked at the sword sticking out of his heart, frowning.
An Zheng smiled bitterly: "I didn't ask you to explain anything."
That sword is so ugly.
However, the blank paper was just pierced by someone, and there was no sense at all.
Not only that, An Zheng thought his bones were intact, but in fact, his side near the explosion was damaged. The ribs were densely covered with tiny cracks, and the leg bones had more cracks than the ribs.
This may be the first cultivator at the peak of the Golden Immortal to die in the human world in the past few thousand years.
An Zheng fell there, panting heavily, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. Through the shocking wounds on his broken body, you could even see his heart beating and other internal organs bleeding.
The messy sky disappeared, the ruined earth disappeared, and the world was blown to pieces. An Zheng and Ye Qidao were rushed away by the violent force. Ye Qidao looked like there was no good spot on his body, and he was covered in blood. An Zheng was in better condition, his skin was torn and his flesh was torn, but his bones were at least still good.
There was a hole in the paper, as if there was a beautiful little daughter-in-law taking a bath in the house. A bad boy licked his fingers outside the window, pierced the window paper, and thrust his eyes in.
At this moment, the white world suddenly broke.
Ye Qidao answered Xu Xieyi's words after releasing An Zheng.
Ye Qidao looked like a child who had lost his temper. He was scribbling on a notebook with a bald brush in his hand. The white sky disappeared and black clouds appeared... Let's just call them clouds. It was messy anyway. A group can only be described as such. The clouds covered the white sky, and then it began to rain. The rain was just the ink that Ye Qidao dabbed on randomly. Not a drop fell on An Zheng, because the area where it rained was as big as a person, and it was all about Xu Yiyi there.
However, the blank paper was just pierced by someone, and there was no sense at all.
An Zheng fell there, panting heavily, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. Through the shocking wounds on his broken body, you could even see his heart beating and other internal organs bleeding.
Therefore, he can enter other people's realms unreasonably without worrying about whether the realm owner is willing or not. It just so happened that Xu Xiyi was a great painter, and Ye Qidao was the destroyer. He is a bad guy who dropped a drop of ink into the water. His evil is more hateful than putting his own seal on a famous painting. He spilled a bowl of ink on this painting that seemed to be famous enough to be passed down to future generations.
Falling there, An Zheng seemed to have no ability except to breathe.
Ye Qidao answered Xu Xieyi's words after releasing An Zheng.
Not only that, An Zheng thought his bones were intact, but in fact, his side near the explosion was damaged. The ribs were densely covered with tiny cracks, and the leg bones had more cracks than the ribs.
"It's so ugly..."
An Zheng suddenly felt a little guilty.
Not only that, An Zheng thought his bones were intact, but in fact, his side near the explosion was damaged. The ribs were densely covered with tiny cracks, and the leg bones had more cracks than the ribs.
It was crooked like a broom, but Ye Qidao just called it a sword, a sword that could destroy immortals with one strike.
He answered confidently and decisively.
Ye Qidao ignored him, but used the dirty-looking old notebook and the dirty-looking old bald brush to wipe it casually, and the prison around An Zheng's body was immediately torn apart. . There is absolutely no aesthetics when it is taken apart. It is as if a beautiful woman was applying lipstick by herself, and a wild boy came out and said, "I will help you", and then applied the lipstick from the lips to the earlobes... It was so ugly that Xu Xiyi couldn't bear the ugliness. thing.
With a pop, a stream of blood spurted out of Xu Shuyi's mouth.
The sword pierced Xu Shuyi's heart, and the crooked sword tip pierced his chest. Ye Qidao smiled sheepishly and scratched his hair: "Snake-shaped sword."
Falling there, An Zheng seemed to have no ability except to breathe.
Not only that, An Zheng thought his bones were intact, but in fact, his side near the explosion was damaged. The ribs were densely covered with tiny cracks, and the leg bones had more cracks than the ribs.
It broke apart without any reason or warning. The sky and the earth were like two pieces of white paper. This was Xu Shuiyi's boundary. No one except Xu Shuiyi could write or draw on these two pieces of white paper. This is his territory, he has the final say.
At this moment, the white world suddenly broke.
The sword pierced Xu Shuyi's heart, and the crooked sword tip pierced his chest. Ye Qidao smiled sheepishly and scratched his hair: "Snake-shaped sword."
Xu Shuiyi lowered his head and looked at the sword sticking out of his heart, frowning.
This battle was won, but the victory was so tragic. Ye Qidao broke Xu Yiyi's realm, but after all, the cultivation realms were too different. If An Zheng hadn't pushed him away, Ye Qidao might have been shattered to pieces. And An Zheng's physical form disappeared again. Even An Zheng didn't know if his physical form would appear again this time.
goodbye…
The moment he pounced, he pushed Ye Qidao out. Then, suddenly a force rushed over and knocked An Zheng out.
Ye Qidao looked like a child who had lost his temper. He was scribbling on a notebook with a bald brush in his hand. The white sky disappeared and black clouds appeared... Let's just call them clouds. It was messy anyway. A group can only be described as such. The clouds covered the white sky, and then it began to rain. The rain was just the ink that Ye Qidao dabbed on randomly. Not a drop fell on An Zheng, because the area where it rained was as big as a person, and it was all about Xu Yiyi there.
An Zheng called and called again, but there was no response at all.
He reached out and grasped the tip of the sword, and forcefully pulled the sword out of his body. Because the sword is not straight, the wound caused by it when drawn out is much larger than that of a straight sword. It's not that Xu Xieyi is so strong, but because he feels that the power that seems to come from another world is rapidly melting and dissolving his cultivation power. If this extremely ugly sword was stuck in his heart for a while longer, his power would be completely dissipated.
However, the blank paper was just pierced by someone, and there was no sense at all.
An Zheng suddenly felt a little guilty.
As he lay there, a black light group began to appear in his lower abdomen, like a small black ink dragon circling.
An Zheng's body hit Xu Xieyi and exploded.
An Zheng's appearance disappeared.
"You love to draw... you're fucking ruining it!"
The person who came in drew a stroke on the white paper, and the drawing was extremely ugly, so ugly that people couldn't bear to look at it. He is a person who likes to draw, but he has no talent for drawing. He has been drawing for a long time but still cannot draw a straight line well. But this does not affect his love of painting, and no one can stop his love of painting.
The place where the puncture was made was right behind Xu Xieyi, but Xu Xieyi didn't notice it at all.
An Zheng suddenly felt a little guilty.
At the beginning of the battle, when An Zheng and Ti Xiang fought side by side, An Zheng actually doubted his own Ti Xiang. Because her body looks more and more like him, like his most perfect clone. At that time, An Zheng thought of the warrior created by Chen Wunuo, and thought of the warrior's awakening. Like Nie Qing, like Fighter II... An Zheng was thinking, if one day his body also has this kind of awakening, will it still be his body
"goodbye."
An Zheng rushed over to see how injured Ye Qidao was, and he fell to the ground after just two steps. He looked down and saw that his injuries were much more serious than he thought. Xu Xieyi is very powerful and is the most powerful opponent An Zheng has ever encountered. He has almost stepped into the realm of immortals with one foot, and immortals can walk sideways even in the immortal palace.
"Myself."
But it wasn't just the thief's swishing eyes that came in, there was another person.
An Zheng fell there, bleeding not only from his mouth, but also from his eyes, ears, and nose.
Xu Shuyi was angry.
The sword pierced Xu Shuyi's heart, and the crooked sword tip pierced his chest. Ye Qidao smiled sheepishly and scratched his hair: "Snake-shaped sword."
His name is Ye Qidao, he... is not among the Six Paths.
Not only that, An Zheng thought his bones were intact, but in fact, his side near the explosion was damaged. The ribs were densely covered with tiny cracks, and the leg bones had more cracks than the ribs.
But when the raindrops fell on Xu Xieyi, every drop could penetrate. It's not that Ye Qidao is much stronger than Xu Shuyi. Relatively speaking, Xu Shuyi can easily kill Ye Qidao one on one. But now Xu Shuyi is finished, his world is finished, his state of mind is finished, and his body is finished. That sword pierced his heart. No matter how powerful he was, the heart was always the fatal place.
A bowl of water looks extremely clear, that is the realm of water. Dropping a drop of ink into the water still looks like water, but it is no longer the realm of pure water. A famous painting has nothing but the creator's strokes. Then this painting is the creator's world, and inside it is everything he has given. If a shameless collector stamps his seal on this famous painting, no matter how big the shameless person is, it will be a kind of damage to the painting. This painting is no longer the realm of the creator.
He answered confidently and decisively.
In addition to the blood, there were tears in the eyes. Tears and blood flowed together, wetting the ground beneath An Zheng.
It broke apart without any reason or warning. The sky and the earth were like two pieces of white paper. This was Xu Shuiyi's boundary. No one except Xu Shuiyi could write or draw on these two pieces of white paper. This is his territory, he has the final say.
He reached out and grasped the tip of the sword, and forcefully pulled the sword out of his body. Because the sword is not straight, the wound caused by it when drawn out is much larger than that of a straight sword. It's not that Xu Xieyi is so strong, but because he feels that the power that seems to come from another world is rapidly melting and dissolving his cultivation power. If this extremely ugly sword was stuck in his heart for a while longer, his power would be completely dissipated.
Xiao Qidao smiled sheepishly, but replied in a very serious tone: "I still remember that when I was in Huanshi Changju City, my father left a sword on a piece of paper to protect me. It's not a real sword, but a sword that can break the world. I have never met my father, but I can feel his belief in protecting. Some people say that the sword is a kind of jewelry, and some people say that the sword is a murderous weapon. , but for me... the sword is my guardian."
There was a hole in the paper, as if there was a beautiful little daughter-in-law taking a bath in the house. A bad boy licked his fingers outside the window, pierced the window paper, and thrust his eyes in.
An Zheng didn't dare to recall... The moment he pounced on Xu Shuiyi, the body phase war god knocked him flying and landed on Xu Shuiyi, the body phase even glanced sideways at An Zheng. There was an indescribable feeling in those eyes... separation? guard? Friendship? Probably more.
In addition to the blood, there were tears in the eyes. Tears and blood flowed together, wetting the ground beneath An Zheng.
An Zheng didn't dare to recall... The moment he pounced on Xu Shuiyi, the body phase war god knocked him flying and landed on Xu Shuiyi, the body phase even glanced sideways at An Zheng. There was an indescribable feeling in those eyes... separation? guard? Friendship? Probably more.
That sword is so ugly.
There was a hole in the paper, as if there was a beautiful little daughter-in-law taking a bath in the house. A bad boy licked his fingers outside the window, pierced the window paper, and thrust his eyes in.
An Zheng saw it, and his lips moved as he suppressed Xu Xieyi's self-destruction.
"goodbye."
Therefore, he can enter other people's realms unreasonably without worrying about whether the realm owner is willing or not. It just so happened that Xu Xiyi was a great painter, and Ye Qidao was the destroyer. He is a bad guy who dropped a drop of ink into the water. His evil is more hateful than putting his own seal on a famous painting. He spilled a bowl of ink on this painting that seemed to be famous enough to be passed down to future generations.
A bowl of water looks extremely clear, that is the realm of water. Dropping a drop of ink into the water still looks like water, but it is no longer the realm of pure water. A famous painting has nothing but the creator's strokes. Then this painting is the creator's world, and inside it is everything he has given. If a shameless collector stamps his seal on this famous painting, no matter how big the shameless person is, it will be a kind of damage to the painting. This painting is no longer the realm of the creator.
The messy sky disappeared, the ruined earth disappeared, and the world was blown to pieces. An Zheng and Ye Qidao were rushed away by the violent force. Ye Qidao looked like there was no good spot on his body, and he was covered in blood. An Zheng was in better condition, his skin was torn and his flesh was torn, but his bones were at least still good.
Falling there, An Zheng seemed to have no ability except to breathe.
"Who gave you the confidence to draw?"
An Zheng saw it, and his lips moved as he suppressed Xu Xieyi's self-destruction.
"goodbye."
Not only that, An Zheng thought his bones were intact, but in fact, his side near the explosion was damaged. The ribs were densely covered with tiny cracks, and the leg bones had more cracks than the ribs.
Xu Shuiyi lowered his head and looked at the sword sticking out of his heart, frowning.
An Zheng rushed over to see how injured Ye Qidao was, and he fell to the ground after just two steps. He looked down and saw that his injuries were much more serious than he thought. Xu Xieyi is very powerful and is the most powerful opponent An Zheng has ever encountered. He has almost stepped into the realm of immortals with one foot, and immortals can walk sideways even in the immortal palace.
Falling there, An Zheng seemed to have no ability except to breathe.
Maybe it's because Xu Shuyi's attention is all on An Zheng, or maybe it's because Xu Shuyi never thought that there was anyone in Yancheng who could break through his boundaries. He has enough confidence and assurance that this is not a fairy palace, and there is no such thing as Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. The strongest practitioner here is An Zheng, but An Zheng has been completely controlled by him, and wanting to kill An Zheng is just a matter of his thoughts.
Xiao Qidao smiled sheepishly, but replied in a very serious tone: "I still remember that when I was in Huanshi Changju City, my father left a sword on a piece of paper to protect me. It's not a real sword, but a sword that can break the world. I have never met my father, but I can feel his belief in protecting. Some people say that the sword is a kind of jewelry, and some people say that the sword is a murderous weapon. , but for me... the sword is my guardian."
Those two words cut through An Zheng's heart like a knife.
"Myself."
The person who came in drew a stroke on the white paper, and the drawing was extremely ugly, so ugly that people couldn't bear to look at it. He is a person who likes to draw, but he has no talent for drawing. He has been drawing for a long time but still cannot draw a straight line well. But this does not affect his love of painting, and no one can stop his love of painting.
An Zheng rushed over to see how injured Ye Qidao was, and he fell to the ground after just two steps. He looked down and saw that his injuries were much more serious than he thought. Xu Xieyi is very powerful and is the most powerful opponent An Zheng has ever encountered. He has almost stepped into the realm of immortals with one foot, and immortals can walk sideways even in the immortal palace.
goodbye…
His name is Ye Qidao, he... is not among the Six Paths.
The moment he pounced, he pushed Ye Qidao out. Then, suddenly a force rushed over and knocked An Zheng out.