Even Su Feilun himself didn't know when that word was written on his forehead. Why didn't he even notice it? Logically speaking, how could a strong person at this level not feel someone writing on his forehead
An Zheng dealt with a dozen of them by himself, and he looked a little embarrassed after a while. In terms of pure cultivation level, these people are all higher than An Zheng. If it had been anyone else, I'm afraid they would have torn it into pieces long ago. Even An Zheng could only hold on for a short while before his strength weakened a lot.
An Zheng walked on the bumpy ground, one foot deep and one foot shallow. Only then did he realize that he and Su Feilun had shattered the square into pieces.
Chen Zaiyan opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't know what to say.
An Zheng looked forward and found that not all the guards were gone. The young practitioners who were secretly trained by Mu Changyan also cooperated tacitly. Some left to save King Yan, while others stayed behind. These young practitioners were all lying on the ground, their bodies and heads in different places.
An Zheng took a deep breath: "We'll talk about it after the fight."
An Zheng struggled to hold on, thinking that if there was really no other way, she would have to use the Anran sword that Xu Meidai left for her. But once this thing appears, no one knows how many masters are secretly watching it at this moment, and even they can't hide it. That is a purple-grade artifact that can bring disaster to the people of Tianqi Sect.
In fact, the word "安" written by An Zheng was not written by An Zheng at all, but by Zhen.
With a pop, An Zheng's chest was cut open by a sword energy, his clothes were torn open, and his body was cut in a long way, and blood poured out in an instant.
An Zheng turned his head and looked towards Tianji Palace, wondering if the battle between Nie Qing and Feng Xiuyang was over. The place chosen by those two people was at the top of Tianji Palace, and they didn't know where they went now on a whim. In order to do their best to take action, they were unwilling to stay in a crowded place. That battle would definitely be more dangerous than the battle between him and Su Feilun.
The guy actually grinned: "I told you, you will see me at the Qiucheng Ceremony."
"Boy!"
With An Zheng's current strength, exposing a purple-grade artifact would be like a child holding a large gold ingot swaggering through the street. Even if no one grabs it openly, there's no telling how many people will be concerned about it secretly.
The sky was filled with dust. An Zheng shook out the word "An" written in the void, and then the dust pressed on Su Feilun's forehead. Although it was not written on Su Feilun's forehead one stroke at a time, it was still better than Su Feilun's sword. After all, the speed at which An Zheng wrote a word was slightly faster than the speed at which he stabbed that sword.
Chen Zaiyan pulled An Zheng behind him and said, "Quickly leave, this man is too strong."
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "Who isn't?"
An Zheng gritted his teeth and persisted, then summoned four holy fish scales to surround Chen Zaiyan: "Run if you can."
A stone shot over and hit the long knife, knocking the knife away. The long knife chopped sideways, smashing into pieces a piece of bluestone behind Chen Zaiyan.
The scene of two people walking with their backs to each other will become an eternal classic.
It was precisely because of their obstruction that these assassins failed to kill Chen Zaiyan and the others.
When he had a fierce battle with Su Feilun just now, he spent a lot of his cultivation power. As he was talking, he grabbed a handful of pills from the storage space of the blood bead bracelet and stuffed it in, chewing a few mouthfuls of it. Swallowed: "I have been prepared for this fight for a long time."
A stone shot over and hit the long knife, knocking the knife away. The long knife chopped sideways, smashing into pieces a piece of bluestone behind Chen Zaiyan.
The crowd fell silent for a while, as if the world suddenly shut down its sound.
The chubby and even clumsy-looking official from the Ministry of Etiquette looked at An Zheng's back and sneered: "Even if he wins this time, it doesn't prove that he put in his best effort."
An Zheng suddenly turned around: "Who are you?"
The man was stunned for a moment, and when he quickly raised his knife to slash at Chen Zaiyan, An Zheng had already arrived.
On the city wall, the Ouchi guards and the assassins fought fiercely, and the scene suddenly became chaotic. No one thought that someone would dare to take advantage of this moment to assassinate King Yan. They were crazy to the extreme.
An Zheng dealt with a dozen of them by himself, and he looked a little embarrassed after a while. In terms of pure cultivation level, these people are all higher than An Zheng. If it had been anyone else, I'm afraid they would have torn it into pieces long ago. Even An Zheng could only hold on for a short while before his strength weakened a lot.
The scene of two people walking with their backs to each other will become an eternal classic.
The man was stunned for a moment, and when he quickly raised his knife to slash at Chen Zaiyan, An Zheng had already arrived.
Immediately afterwards there was a burst of noise, as if the sea water rushed into the house, smashing everything, and the sound of ping-pong continued. The excited people began to become restless and didn't know how to find their outlet. They have gradually gone crazy, because this battle may be the most exciting and unforgettable battle they have ever seen in their lives.
Faintly, An Zheng seemed to hear a voice appear directly in his mind.
With a pop, An Zheng's chest was cut open by a sword energy, his clothes were torn open, and his body was cut in a long way, and blood poured out in an instant.
With a pop, An Zheng's chest was cut open by a sword energy, his clothes were torn open, and his body was cut in a long way, and blood poured out in an instant.
By luring Nie Qing away, there was one less person to protect Chen Zaiyan. Maybe An Zheng was not among their goals, because An Zheng had not shown strength enough to compare with Su Feilun and others before.
An Zheng sighed in his heart. It seemed that King Yan Mu Changyan had very few men. He had persisted for so long and no one came to help him. Maybe those people really wanted to take the opportunity to kill Mu Changyan. At this critical moment, An Zheng actually thought of why Feng Xiuyang took Nie Qing away... It turned out that all this was planned.
An Zheng fought and retreated, and would soon be under the city wall. Once he and Chen Zaiyan retreat to the city wall, they may not be able to hold on for long. An Zheng held the long sword in one hand and summoned the Anran Sword with the other hand.
The fat man turned around and no longer looked at him, but shouted loudly: "Be quiet, everyone, the competition below is not over yet. Please be quiet, do you hear me? I am going to continue to select the opponents for the battle of champions. This is only the first round, do you think it’s over?”
Su Feilun's lonely back, An Zheng left peacefully.
A dozen people with a higher level of cultivation than him surrounded him. He could catch all the opponent's offensive moves, which was equivalent to spending more than ten times more cultivation power than the other person alone. This kind of use was simply in Let it out. The supplementary power brought by those elixirs only lasted for a while and then became empty again.
Chen Zaiyan said loudly: "An Zheng, you go first. I am bound to die, but this country still needs young people like you. The revival of Dayan in the future depends entirely on you!"
The official from the Ministry of Rites shook his head: "It's so arrogant, it's hopeless."
The crowd fell silent for a while, as if the world suddenly shut down its sound.
The fat man turned around and no longer looked at him, but shouted loudly: "Be quiet, everyone, the competition below is not over yet. Please be quiet, do you hear me? I am going to continue to select the opponents for the battle of champions. This is only the first round, do you think it’s over?”
Immediately afterwards there was a burst of noise, as if the sea water rushed into the house, smashing everything, and the sound of ping-pong continued. The excited people began to become restless and didn't know how to find their outlet. They have gradually gone crazy, because this battle may be the most exciting and unforgettable battle they have ever seen in their lives.
The scene of two people walking with their backs to each other will become an eternal classic.
The fat man turned around and no longer looked at him, but shouted loudly: "Be quiet, everyone, the competition below is not over yet. Please be quiet, do you hear me? I am going to continue to select the opponents for the battle of champions. This is only the first round, do you think it’s over?”
An Zheng swung his long knife across the room and said, "Come in and tell me."
In fact, the word "安" written by An Zheng was not written by An Zheng at all, but by Zhen.
really!
really!
Chen Zaiyan opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't know what to say.
An Zheng suddenly turned around: "Who are you?"
The chubby and even clumsy-looking official from the Ministry of Etiquette looked at An Zheng's back and sneered: "Even if he wins this time, it doesn't prove that he put in his best effort."
With An Zheng's current strength, exposing a purple-grade artifact would be like a child holding a large gold ingot swaggering through the street. Even if no one grabs it openly, there's no telling how many people will be concerned about it secretly.
The crowd fell silent for a while, as if the world suddenly shut down its sound.
An Zheng gritted his teeth and persisted, then summoned four holy fish scales to surround Chen Zaiyan: "Run if you can."
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "Who isn't?"
In fact, the word "安" written by An Zheng was not written by An Zheng at all, but by Zhen.
With An Zheng's current strength, exposing a purple-grade artifact would be like a child holding a large gold ingot swaggering through the street. Even if no one grabs it openly, there's no telling how many people will be concerned about it secretly.
Only then did people realize that this was only the first round. An Zheng defeated Su Feilun, but he has not yet won the top prize.
An Zheng swung his long knife across the room and said, "Come in and tell me."
Just as the fat official continued to select people to fight, chaos suddenly broke out in the north near the south gate of Tianji Palace. An Zheng looked over there and saw at least a dozen people dressed in ordinary people's clothes rushing towards the city gate tower, obviously taking action against King Yan Mu Changyan.
Chen Zaiyan said loudly: "An Zheng, you go first. I am bound to die, but this country still needs young people like you. The revival of Dayan in the future depends entirely on you!"
The official from the Ministry of Rites shook his head: "It's so arrogant, it's hopeless."
An assassin raised the long knife in his hand and chopped it into Chen Zaiyan's neck: "Mr. Chen, don't blame me. If you become a ghost after death, you can go to whoever you want to go to. I am also following orders!"
"It's so troublesome... I chose you because of your vigor. I hope you can help me recover, and I have already given you a gift as a thank you... But why do you like to stir up trouble so much? You are so honest. Isn’t it good for my cultivation to grow honestly, and I have to be involved in these messy things?”
The fat man turned around and no longer looked at him, but shouted loudly: "Be quiet, everyone, the competition below is not over yet. Please be quiet, do you hear me? I am going to continue to select the opponents for the battle of champions. This is only the first round, do you think it’s over?”
An Zheng sighed inwardly, the other party was just making an attack in the east and attacking in the west. Not only did they kill many officials of the Ministry of War, but they also forced out a lot of King Yan's potential strength.
An Zheng suddenly turned around: "Who are you?"
An Zheng turned his head and looked towards Tianji Palace, wondering if the battle between Nie Qing and Feng Xiuyang was over. The place chosen by those two people was at the top of Tianji Palace, and they didn't know where they went now on a whim. In order to do their best to take action, they were unwilling to stay in a crowded place. That battle would definitely be more dangerous than the battle between him and Su Feilun.
By luring Nie Qing away, there was one less person to protect Chen Zaiyan. Maybe An Zheng was not among their goals, because An Zheng had not shown strength enough to compare with Su Feilun and others before.
Only then did people realize that this was only the first round. An Zheng defeated Su Feilun, but he has not yet won the top prize.
But An Zheng's eyes couldn't help but look towards the bottom of the city gate tower, and then he rushed towards that direction like a shooting arrow.
The fat man turned around and no longer looked at him, but shouted loudly: "Be quiet, everyone, the competition below is not over yet. Please be quiet, do you hear me? I am going to continue to select the opponents for the battle of champions. This is only the first round, do you think it’s over?”
An Zheng said: "Sure enough, it's you."
An Zheng swung his long knife across the room and said, "Come in and tell me."
"If it weren't for your death, I wouldn't feel well, so I wouldn't bother to care about you... Take it and give you back the power you have helped me recover in the past few years. It's just temporary. Enjoy it. You may not even know you are here. How much have I accumulated..."
The guy actually grinned: "I told you, you will see me at the Qiucheng Ceremony."
An Zheng rushed back, picked up a long knife from the ground, and slashed at Chen Zaiyan... With a snap, he cut off the iron chains on Chen Zaiyan's hands and feet. He pulled Chen Zaiyan back, and at least a dozen assassins were pressing towards him.
More than a dozen assassins attacked at the same time, and each of them had a high level of cultivation. An Zheng knew that Queen Mother Su would go to great lengths to get rid of Chen Zaiyan and other rivals, but he didn't expect that any one of these assassins would have the strength of the Xumi realm, and their grades would not be low.
It was precisely because of their obstruction that these assassins failed to kill Chen Zaiyan and the others.
It was precisely because of their obstruction that these assassins failed to kill Chen Zaiyan and the others.
Su Feilun's lonely back, An Zheng left peacefully.
An Zheng said: "Sure enough, it's you."
A stone shot over and hit the long knife, knocking the knife away. The long knife chopped sideways, smashing into pieces a piece of bluestone behind Chen Zaiyan.
Faintly, An Zheng seemed to hear a voice appear directly in his mind.
If those people had known that An Zheng was so strong, they might have already thought of ways to get rid of An Zheng or lure him away. Then An Zheng couldn't help but think that the fight between Feng Xiuyang and Nie Qing was drawn by that fat official from the Ministry of Rites. Obviously, that guy was pretending to be Chen Shaobai. Could it be that Chen Shaobai was also related to the assassination of King Yan and the assassination of Chen Zaiyan and others
An Zheng swung his long knife across the room and said, "Come in and tell me."
The sound was intermittent, as if it was ringing in An Zheng's mind, but he couldn't catch it at all. Then An Zheng himself heard a low creaking sound of the door opening, as if the giant bronze door that couldn't be opened was opened a little bit again.
On the city wall, the Ouchi guards and the assassins fought fiercely, and the scene suddenly became chaotic. No one thought that someone would dare to take advantage of this moment to assassinate King Yan. They were crazy to the extreme.
By luring Nie Qing away, there was one less person to protect Chen Zaiyan. Maybe An Zheng was not among their goals, because An Zheng had not shown strength enough to compare with Su Feilun and others before.
A stone shot over and hit the long knife, knocking the knife away. The long knife chopped sideways, smashing into pieces a piece of bluestone behind Chen Zaiyan.
The fat man turned around and no longer looked at him, but shouted loudly: "Be quiet, everyone, the competition below is not over yet. Please be quiet, do you hear me? I am going to continue to select the opponents for the battle of champions. This is only the first round, do you think it’s over?”
With these thoughts still running through his mind, An Zheng's hands were not idle, but the opponent's attacks came like a tide. An Zheng had been injured in at least a dozen places and was bleeding profusely.
The chubby and even clumsy-looking official from the Ministry of Etiquette looked at An Zheng's back and sneered: "Even if he wins this time, it doesn't prove that he put in his best effort."
An Zheng sighed inwardly, the other party was just making an attack in the east and attacking in the west. Not only did they kill many officials of the Ministry of War, but they also forced out a lot of King Yan's potential strength.
An Zheng fought and retreated, and would soon be under the city wall. Once he and Chen Zaiyan retreat to the city wall, they may not be able to hold on for long. An Zheng held the long sword in one hand and summoned the Anran Sword with the other hand.
The assassin said coldly: "You made your own choice. Do you really think that if you win a Su Feilun, you will be invincible? You young people who haven't grown your hair at all, you don't know how high the sky is."
Only then did people realize that this was only the first round. An Zheng defeated Su Feilun, but he has not yet won the top prize.
With An Zheng's current strength, exposing a purple-grade artifact would be like a child holding a large gold ingot swaggering through the street. Even if no one grabs it openly, there's no telling how many people will be concerned about it secretly.
With a pop, An Zheng's chest was cut open by a sword energy, his clothes were torn open, and his body was cut in a long way, and blood poured out in an instant.
An Zheng swung his long knife across the room and said, "Come in and tell me."
An Zheng walked on the bumpy ground, one foot deep and one foot shallow. Only then did he realize that he and Su Feilun had shattered the square into pieces.
Chen Zaiyan pulled An Zheng behind him and said, "Quickly leave, this man is too strong."
An assassin raised the long knife in his hand and chopped it into Chen Zaiyan's neck: "Mr. Chen, don't blame me. If you become a ghost after death, you can go to whoever you want to go to. I am also following orders!"
On the city wall, the Ouchi guards and the assassins fought fiercely, and the scene suddenly became chaotic. No one thought that someone would dare to take advantage of this moment to assassinate King Yan. They were crazy to the extreme.
Chen Zaiyan knew that he was holding An Zheng back here, but how could he escape? As long as he leaves An Zheng's range, he will be chopped into pieces in an instant.
An Zheng turned his head and looked towards Tianji Palace, wondering if the battle between Nie Qing and Feng Xiuyang was over. The place chosen by those two people was at the top of Tianji Palace, and they didn't know where they went now on a whim. In order to do their best to take action, they were unwilling to stay in a crowded place. That battle would definitely be more dangerous than the battle between him and Su Feilun.
More than a dozen assassins attacked at the same time, and each of them had a high level of cultivation. An Zheng knew that Queen Mother Su would go to great lengths to get rid of Chen Zaiyan and other rivals, but he didn't expect that any one of these assassins would have the strength of the Xumi realm, and their grades would not be low.
An Zheng fought and retreated, and would soon be under the city wall. Once he and Chen Zaiyan retreat to the city wall, they may not be able to hold on for long. An Zheng held the long sword in one hand and summoned the Anran Sword with the other hand.
With An Zheng's current strength, exposing a purple-grade artifact would be like a child holding a large gold ingot swaggering through the street. Even if no one grabs it openly, there's no telling how many people will be concerned about it secretly.
Just when he was about to release the powerful sword intention in the Anran Sword, he suddenly felt a pain on his wrist... It seemed that something pierced his skin, and then An Zheng realized that it was the blood bead hand. string.
The sky was filled with dust. An Zheng shook out the word "An" written in the void, and then the dust pressed on Su Feilun's forehead. Although it was not written on Su Feilun's forehead one stroke at a time, it was still better than Su Feilun's sword. After all, the speed at which An Zheng wrote a word was slightly faster than the speed at which he stabbed that sword.
If those people had known that An Zheng was so strong, they might have already thought of ways to get rid of An Zheng or lure him away. Then An Zheng couldn't help but think that the fight between Feng Xiuyang and Nie Qing was drawn by that fat official from the Ministry of Rites. Obviously, that guy was pretending to be Chen Shaobai. Could it be that Chen Shaobai was also related to the assassination of King Yan and the assassination of Chen Zaiyan and others
Su Feilun's lonely back, An Zheng left peacefully.
An Zheng walked on the bumpy ground, one foot deep and one foot shallow. Only then did he realize that he and Su Feilun had shattered the square into pieces.
The crowd fell silent for a while, as if the world suddenly shut down its sound.
An Zheng suddenly turned around: "Who are you?"
More than a dozen assassins attacked at the same time, and each of them had a high level of cultivation. An Zheng knew that Queen Mother Su would go to great lengths to get rid of Chen Zaiyan and other rivals, but he didn't expect that any one of these assassins would have the strength of the Xumi realm, and their grades would not be low.
Just as the fat official continued to select people to fight, chaos suddenly broke out in the north near the south gate of Tianji Palace. An Zheng looked over there and saw at least a dozen people dressed in ordinary people's clothes rushing towards the city gate tower, obviously taking action against King Yan Mu Changyan.
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "Who isn't?"
Just when he was about to release the powerful sword intention in the Anran Sword, he suddenly felt a pain on his wrist... It seemed that something pierced his skin, and then An Zheng realized that it was the blood bead hand. string.
A dozen people with a higher level of cultivation than him surrounded him. He could catch all the opponent's offensive moves, which was equivalent to spending more than ten times more cultivation power than the other person alone. This kind of use was simply in Let it out. The supplementary power brought by those elixirs only lasted for a while and then became empty again.
Even Su Feilun himself didn't know when that word was written on his forehead. Why didn't he even notice it? Logically speaking, how could a strong person at this level not feel someone writing on his forehead
Dang!
Su Feilun's lonely back, An Zheng left peacefully.
An Zheng gritted his teeth and persisted, then summoned four holy fish scales to surround Chen Zaiyan: "Run if you can."
An Zheng struggled to hold on, thinking that if there was really no other way, she would have to use the Anran sword that Xu Meidai left for her. But once this thing appears, no one knows how many masters are secretly watching it at this moment, and even they can't hide it. That is a purple-grade artifact that can bring disaster to the people of Tianqi Sect.
On the city wall, the Ouchi guards and the assassins fought fiercely, and the scene suddenly became chaotic. No one thought that someone would dare to take advantage of this moment to assassinate King Yan. They were crazy to the extreme.
Just as the fat official continued to select people to fight, chaos suddenly broke out in the north near the south gate of Tianji Palace. An Zheng looked over there and saw at least a dozen people dressed in ordinary people's clothes rushing towards the city gate tower, obviously taking action against King Yan Mu Changyan.
By the time he arrived below the city gate tower, at least three military officials had been killed.
Just as the fat official continued to select people to fight, chaos suddenly broke out in the north near the south gate of Tianji Palace. An Zheng looked over there and saw at least a dozen people dressed in ordinary people's clothes rushing towards the city gate tower, obviously taking action against King Yan Mu Changyan.
When he had a fierce battle with Su Feilun just now, he spent a lot of his cultivation power. As he was talking, he grabbed a handful of pills from the storage space of the blood bead bracelet and stuffed it in, chewing a few mouthfuls of it. Swallowed: "I have been prepared for this fight for a long time."
"Boy!"
When he had a fierce battle with Su Feilun just now, he spent a lot of his cultivation power. As he was talking, he grabbed a handful of pills from the storage space of the blood bead bracelet and stuffed it in, chewing a few mouthfuls of it. Swallowed: "I have been prepared for this fight for a long time."
An Zheng's knee followed closely and hit the assassin's temple. In an instant, the assassin's eyes bulged and his head tilted to one side.
A stone shot over and hit the long knife, knocking the knife away. The long knife chopped sideways, smashing into pieces a piece of bluestone behind Chen Zaiyan.
But An Zheng's eyes couldn't help but look towards the bottom of the city gate tower, and then he rushed towards that direction like a shooting arrow.
More than a dozen assassins attacked at the same time, and each of them had a high level of cultivation. An Zheng knew that Queen Mother Su would go to great lengths to get rid of Chen Zaiyan and other rivals, but he didn't expect that any one of these assassins would have the strength of the Xumi realm, and their grades would not be low.
Chen Zaiyan pulled An Zheng behind him and said, "Quickly leave, this man is too strong."
By the time he arrived below the city gate tower, at least three military officials had been killed.
An Zheng swung his long knife across the room and said, "Come in and tell me."
An Zheng rushed back, picked up a long knife from the ground, and slashed at Chen Zaiyan... With a snap, he cut off the iron chains on Chen Zaiyan's hands and feet. He pulled Chen Zaiyan back, and at least a dozen assassins were pressing towards him.
Chen Zaiyan knew that he was holding An Zheng back here, but how could he escape? As long as he leaves An Zheng's range, he will be chopped into pieces in an instant.
really!
With An Zheng's current strength, exposing a purple-grade artifact would be like a child holding a large gold ingot swaggering through the street. Even if no one grabs it openly, there's no telling how many people will be concerned about it secretly.
"Boy!"
Chen Zaiyan pulled An Zheng behind him and said, "Quickly leave, this man is too strong."
An Zheng rushed back, picked up a long knife from the ground, and slashed at Chen Zaiyan... With a snap, he cut off the iron chains on Chen Zaiyan's hands and feet. He pulled Chen Zaiyan back, and at least a dozen assassins were pressing towards him.
An Zheng gritted his teeth and persisted, then summoned four holy fish scales to surround Chen Zaiyan: "Run if you can."
An Zheng punched out from the air, and the air blast exploded behind the assassin. Under the huge force, the assassin was shocked and threw forward. When he was about to struggle to stand up, An Zheng pushed his shoulder with a side kick. The assassin's knees involuntarily moved completely, and he knelt on the ground with a bang, his knees shattering the stone slab below.
The assassination of King Yan was just a pretense. It was impossible to kill King Yan with the skills of those people. They were deliberately attracting attention, and everyone rushed towards King Yan. Who would care about these officials of the Ministry of War who were prisoners? Even though Mu Changyan had asked An Chengli to arrange manpower to protect these people, when King Yan was attacked, these people were not in the mood to take care of the military officials, and they all rushed towards the assassins.
An Zheng swung his long knife across the room and said, "Come in and tell me."
An Zheng walked on the bumpy ground, one foot deep and one foot shallow. Only then did he realize that he and Su Feilun had shattered the square into pieces.
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "Who isn't?"
An Zheng sighed inwardly, the other party was just making an attack in the east and attacking in the west. Not only did they kill many officials of the Ministry of War, but they also forced out a lot of King Yan's potential strength.
The assassination of King Yan was just a pretense. It was impossible to kill King Yan with the skills of those people. They were deliberately attracting attention, and everyone rushed towards King Yan. Who would care about these officials of the Ministry of War who were prisoners? Even though Mu Changyan had asked An Chengli to arrange manpower to protect these people, when King Yan was attacked, these people were not in the mood to take care of the military officials, and they all rushed towards the assassins.
Chen Zaiyan opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't know what to say.
An Zheng: "Shut the fuck up and just stay back!"
With these thoughts still running through his mind, An Zheng's hands were not idle, but the opponent's attacks came like a tide. An Zheng had been injured in at least a dozen places and was bleeding profusely.
With An Zheng's current strength, exposing a purple-grade artifact would be like a child holding a large gold ingot swaggering through the street. Even if no one grabs it openly, there's no telling how many people will be concerned about it secretly.
An assassin raised the long knife in his hand and chopped it into Chen Zaiyan's neck: "Mr. Chen, don't blame me. If you become a ghost after death, you can go to whoever you want to go to. I am also following orders!"
An Zheng struggled to hold on, thinking that if there was really no other way, she would have to use the Anran sword that Xu Meidai left for her. But once this thing appears, no one knows how many masters are secretly watching it at this moment, and even they can't hide it. That is a purple-grade artifact that can bring disaster to the people of Tianqi Sect.
By luring Nie Qing away, there was one less person to protect Chen Zaiyan. Maybe An Zheng was not among their goals, because An Zheng had not shown strength enough to compare with Su Feilun and others before.
With these thoughts still running through his mind, An Zheng's hands were not idle, but the opponent's attacks came like a tide. An Zheng had been injured in at least a dozen places and was bleeding profusely.
An Zheng sighed inwardly, the other party was just making an attack in the east and attacking in the west. Not only did they kill many officials of the Ministry of War, but they also forced out a lot of King Yan's potential strength.
An assassin raised the long knife in his hand and chopped it into Chen Zaiyan's neck: "Mr. Chen, don't blame me. If you become a ghost after death, you can go to whoever you want to go to. I am also following orders!"
The knife fell quickly and went straight to Chen Zaiyan's neck.
On the city wall, the Ouchi guards and the assassins fought fiercely, and the scene suddenly became chaotic. No one thought that someone would dare to take advantage of this moment to assassinate King Yan. They were crazy to the extreme.
An Zheng fought and retreated, and would soon be under the city wall. Once he and Chen Zaiyan retreat to the city wall, they may not be able to hold on for long. An Zheng held the long sword in one hand and summoned the Anran Sword with the other hand.
The sound was intermittent, as if it was ringing in An Zheng's mind, but he couldn't catch it at all. Then An Zheng himself heard a low creaking sound of the door opening, as if the giant bronze door that couldn't be opened was opened a little bit again.
In fact, the word "安" written by An Zheng was not written by An Zheng at all, but by Zhen.
Just when he was about to release the powerful sword intention in the Anran Sword, he suddenly felt a pain on his wrist... It seemed that something pierced his skin, and then An Zheng realized that it was the blood bead hand. string.
Faintly, An Zheng seemed to hear a voice appear directly in his mind.
The assassin leader waved his hand: "Kill them!"
Dang!
An Zheng rushed back, picked up a long knife from the ground, and slashed at Chen Zaiyan... With a snap, he cut off the iron chains on Chen Zaiyan's hands and feet. He pulled Chen Zaiyan back, and at least a dozen assassins were pressing towards him.
When he had a fierce battle with Su Feilun just now, he spent a lot of his cultivation power. As he was talking, he grabbed a handful of pills from the storage space of the blood bead bracelet and stuffed it in, chewing a few mouthfuls of it. Swallowed: "I have been prepared for this fight for a long time."
An Zheng rushed back, picked up a long knife from the ground, and slashed at Chen Zaiyan... With a snap, he cut off the iron chains on Chen Zaiyan's hands and feet. He pulled Chen Zaiyan back, and at least a dozen assassins were pressing towards him.
A dozen people with a higher level of cultivation than him surrounded him. He could catch all the opponent's offensive moves, which was equivalent to spending more than ten times more cultivation power than the other person alone. This kind of use was simply in Let it out. The supplementary power brought by those elixirs only lasted for a while and then became empty again.
An Zheng's knee followed closely and hit the assassin's temple. In an instant, the assassin's eyes bulged and his head tilted to one side.
Dang!
An Zheng said: "Sure enough, it's you."
A stone shot over and hit the long knife, knocking the knife away. The long knife chopped sideways, smashing into pieces a piece of bluestone behind Chen Zaiyan.
Just when he was about to release the powerful sword intention in the Anran Sword, he suddenly felt a pain on his wrist... It seemed that something pierced his skin, and then An Zheng realized that it was the blood bead hand. string.
The guy actually grinned: "I told you, you will see me at the Qiucheng Ceremony."
An Zheng punched out from the air, and the air blast exploded behind the assassin. Under the huge force, the assassin was shocked and threw forward. When he was about to struggle to stand up, An Zheng pushed his shoulder with a side kick. The assassin's knees involuntarily moved completely, and he knelt on the ground with a bang, his knees shattering the stone slab below.
An Zheng walked on the bumpy ground, one foot deep and one foot shallow. Only then did he realize that he and Su Feilun had shattered the square into pieces.
The man was stunned for a moment, and when he quickly raised his knife to slash at Chen Zaiyan, An Zheng had already arrived.
Chen Zaiyan pulled An Zheng behind him and said, "Quickly leave, this man is too strong."
Su Feilun's lonely back, An Zheng left peacefully.
An Zheng punched out from the air, and the air blast exploded behind the assassin. Under the huge force, the assassin was shocked and threw forward. When he was about to struggle to stand up, An Zheng pushed his shoulder with a side kick. The assassin's knees involuntarily moved completely, and he knelt on the ground with a bang, his knees shattering the stone slab below.
An Zheng dealt with a dozen of them by himself, and he looked a little embarrassed after a while. In terms of pure cultivation level, these people are all higher than An Zheng. If it had been anyone else, I'm afraid they would have torn it into pieces long ago. Even An Zheng could only hold on for a short while before his strength weakened a lot.
Immediately afterwards there was a burst of noise, as if the sea water rushed into the house, smashing everything, and the sound of ping-pong continued. The excited people began to become restless and didn't know how to find their outlet. They have gradually gone crazy, because this battle may be the most exciting and unforgettable battle they have ever seen in their lives.
An Zheng's knee followed closely and hit the assassin's temple. In an instant, the assassin's eyes bulged and his head tilted to one side.
"It's so troublesome... I chose you because of your vigor. I hope you can help me recover, and I have already given you a gift as a thank you... But why do you like to stir up trouble so much? You are so honest. Isn’t it good for my cultivation to grow honestly, and I have to be involved in these messy things?”
An Zheng swung his long knife across the room and said, "Come in and tell me."
A stone shot over and hit the long knife, knocking the knife away. The long knife chopped sideways, smashing into pieces a piece of bluestone behind Chen Zaiyan.
An Zheng rushed back, picked up a long knife from the ground, and slashed at Chen Zaiyan... With a snap, he cut off the iron chains on Chen Zaiyan's hands and feet. He pulled Chen Zaiyan back, and at least a dozen assassins were pressing towards him.
An Zheng turned his head and looked towards Tianji Palace, wondering if the battle between Nie Qing and Feng Xiuyang was over. The place chosen by those two people was at the top of Tianji Palace, and they didn't know where they went now on a whim. In order to do their best to take action, they were unwilling to stay in a crowded place. That battle would definitely be more dangerous than the battle between him and Su Feilun.
An Zheng gritted his teeth and persisted, then summoned four holy fish scales to surround Chen Zaiyan: "Run if you can."
If those people had known that An Zheng was so strong, they might have already thought of ways to get rid of An Zheng or lure him away. Then An Zheng couldn't help but think that the fight between Feng Xiuyang and Nie Qing was drawn by that fat official from the Ministry of Rites. Obviously, that guy was pretending to be Chen Shaobai. Could it be that Chen Shaobai was also related to the assassination of King Yan and the assassination of Chen Zaiyan and others
"Boy!"
The man was stunned for a moment, and when he quickly raised his knife to slash at Chen Zaiyan, An Zheng had already arrived.
Just when he was about to release the powerful sword intention in the Anran Sword, he suddenly felt a pain on his wrist... It seemed that something pierced his skin, and then An Zheng realized that it was the blood bead hand. string.
The scene of two people walking with their backs to each other will become an eternal classic.
A masked assassin said in a conspiratorial tone: "This matter has nothing to do with you. You should know that you alone cannot stop us. You just lost your life in vain. Those who know the current affairs are Junjie, you’d better get out of the way.”
The assassination of King Yan was just a pretense. It was impossible to kill King Yan with the skills of those people. They were deliberately attracting attention, and everyone rushed towards King Yan. Who would care about these officials of the Ministry of War who were prisoners? Even though Mu Changyan had asked An Chengli to arrange manpower to protect these people, when King Yan was attacked, these people were not in the mood to take care of the military officials, and they all rushed towards the assassins.
With a pop, An Zheng's chest was cut open by a sword energy, his clothes were torn open, and his body was cut in a long way, and blood poured out in an instant.
An Zheng swung his long knife across the room and said, "Come in and tell me."
A stone shot over and hit the long knife, knocking the knife away. The long knife chopped sideways, smashing into pieces a piece of bluestone behind Chen Zaiyan.
The knife fell quickly and went straight to Chen Zaiyan's neck.
Just as the fat official continued to select people to fight, chaos suddenly broke out in the north near the south gate of Tianji Palace. An Zheng looked over there and saw at least a dozen people dressed in ordinary people's clothes rushing towards the city gate tower, obviously taking action against King Yan Mu Changyan.
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "Who isn't?"
The assassin said coldly: "You made your own choice. Do you really think that if you win a Su Feilun, you will be invincible? You young people who haven't grown your hair at all, you don't know how high the sky is."
It was precisely because of their obstruction that these assassins failed to kill Chen Zaiyan and the others.
An Zheng fought and retreated, and would soon be under the city wall. Once he and Chen Zaiyan retreat to the city wall, they may not be able to hold on for long. An Zheng held the long sword in one hand and summoned the Anran Sword with the other hand.
Chen Zaiyan pulled An Zheng behind him and said, "Quickly leave, this man is too strong."
A dozen people with a higher level of cultivation than him surrounded him. He could catch all the opponent's offensive moves, which was equivalent to spending more than ten times more cultivation power than the other person alone. This kind of use was simply in Let it out. The supplementary power brought by those elixirs only lasted for a while and then became empty again.
On the city wall, the Ouchi guards and the assassins fought fiercely, and the scene suddenly became chaotic. No one thought that someone would dare to take advantage of this moment to assassinate King Yan. They were crazy to the extreme.
Immediately afterwards there was a burst of noise, as if the sea water rushed into the house, smashing everything, and the sound of ping-pong continued. The excited people began to become restless and didn't know how to find their outlet. They have gradually gone crazy, because this battle may be the most exciting and unforgettable battle they have ever seen in their lives.
The assassination of King Yan was just a pretense. It was impossible to kill King Yan with the skills of those people. They were deliberately attracting attention, and everyone rushed towards King Yan. Who would care about these officials of the Ministry of War who were prisoners? Even though Mu Changyan had asked An Chengli to arrange manpower to protect these people, when King Yan was attacked, these people were not in the mood to take care of the military officials, and they all rushed towards the assassins.
By the time he arrived below the city gate tower, at least three military officials had been killed.
The man was stunned for a moment, and when he quickly raised his knife to slash at Chen Zaiyan, An Zheng had already arrived.
An Zheng looked forward and found that not all the guards were gone. The young practitioners who were secretly trained by Mu Changyan also cooperated tacitly. Some left to save King Yan, while others stayed behind. These young practitioners were all lying on the ground, their bodies and heads in different places.
An Zheng looked forward and found that not all the guards were gone. The young practitioners who were secretly trained by Mu Changyan also cooperated tacitly. Some left to save King Yan, while others stayed behind. These young practitioners were all lying on the ground, their bodies and heads in different places.
An Zheng walked on the bumpy ground, one foot deep and one foot shallow. Only then did he realize that he and Su Feilun had shattered the square into pieces.
Chen Zaiyan pulled An Zheng behind him and said, "Quickly leave, this man is too strong."
An Zheng sighed in his heart. It seemed that King Yan Mu Changyan had very few men. He had persisted for so long and no one came to help him. Maybe those people really wanted to take the opportunity to kill Mu Changyan. At this critical moment, An Zheng actually thought of why Feng Xiuyang took Nie Qing away... It turned out that all this was planned.
It was precisely because of their obstruction that these assassins failed to kill Chen Zaiyan and the others.
A masked assassin said in a conspiratorial tone: "This matter has nothing to do with you. You should know that you alone cannot stop us. You just lost your life in vain. Those who know the current affairs are Junjie, you’d better get out of the way.”
Faintly, An Zheng seemed to hear a voice appear directly in his mind.
An Zheng took a deep breath: "We'll talk about it after the fight."
Chen Zaiyan knew that he was holding An Zheng back here, but how could he escape? As long as he leaves An Zheng's range, he will be chopped into pieces in an instant.
An Zheng sighed inwardly, the other party was just making an attack in the east and attacking in the west. Not only did they kill many officials of the Ministry of War, but they also forced out a lot of King Yan's potential strength.
When he had a fierce battle with Su Feilun just now, he spent a lot of his cultivation power. As he was talking, he grabbed a handful of pills from the storage space of the blood bead bracelet and stuffed it in, chewing a few mouthfuls of it. Swallowed: "I have been prepared for this fight for a long time."
Chen Zaiyan pulled An Zheng behind him and said, "Quickly leave, this man is too strong."
Chen Zaiyan pulled An Zheng behind him and said, "Quickly leave, this man is too strong."
In fact, the word "安" written by An Zheng was not written by An Zheng at all, but by Zhen.
If those people had known that An Zheng was so strong, they might have already thought of ways to get rid of An Zheng or lure him away. Then An Zheng couldn't help but think that the fight between Feng Xiuyang and Nie Qing was drawn by that fat official from the Ministry of Rites. Obviously, that guy was pretending to be Chen Shaobai. Could it be that Chen Shaobai was also related to the assassination of King Yan and the assassination of Chen Zaiyan and others
An Zheng looked forward and found that not all the guards were gone. The young practitioners who were secretly trained by Mu Changyan also cooperated tacitly. Some left to save King Yan, while others stayed behind. These young practitioners were all lying on the ground, their bodies and heads in different places.
The assassin leader waved his hand: "Kill them!"
Just as the fat official continued to select people to fight, chaos suddenly broke out in the north near the south gate of Tianji Palace. An Zheng looked over there and saw at least a dozen people dressed in ordinary people's clothes rushing towards the city gate tower, obviously taking action against King Yan Mu Changyan.
The fat man turned around and no longer looked at him, but shouted loudly: "Be quiet, everyone, the competition below is not over yet. Please be quiet, do you hear me? I am going to continue to select the opponents for the battle of champions. This is only the first round, do you think it’s over?”
"If it weren't for your death, I wouldn't feel well, so I wouldn't bother to care about you... Take it and give you back the power you have helped me recover in the past few years. It's just temporary. Enjoy it. You may not even know you are here. How much have I accumulated..."
really!
An Zheng fought and retreated, and would soon be under the city wall. Once he and Chen Zaiyan retreat to the city wall, they may not be able to hold on for long. An Zheng held the long sword in one hand and summoned the Anran Sword with the other hand.
More than a dozen assassins attacked at the same time, and each of them had a high level of cultivation. An Zheng knew that Queen Mother Su would go to great lengths to get rid of Chen Zaiyan and other rivals, but he didn't expect that any one of these assassins would have the strength of the Xumi realm, and their grades would not be low.
An Zheng dealt with a dozen of them by himself, and he looked a little embarrassed after a while. In terms of pure cultivation level, these people are all higher than An Zheng. If it had been anyone else, I'm afraid they would have torn it into pieces long ago. Even An Zheng could only hold on for a short while before his strength weakened a lot.
The assassination of King Yan was just a pretense. It was impossible to kill King Yan with the skills of those people. They were deliberately attracting attention, and everyone rushed towards King Yan. Who would care about these officials of the Ministry of War who were prisoners? Even though Mu Changyan had asked An Chengli to arrange manpower to protect these people, when King Yan was attacked, these people were not in the mood to take care of the military officials, and they all rushed towards the assassins.
An Zheng gritted his teeth and persisted, then summoned four holy fish scales to surround Chen Zaiyan: "Run if you can."
An Zheng suddenly turned around: "Who are you?"
"It's so troublesome... I chose you because of your vigor. I hope you can help me recover, and I have already given you a gift as a thank you... But why do you like to stir up trouble so much? You are so honest. Isn’t it good for my cultivation to grow honestly, and I have to be involved in these messy things?”
If those people had known that An Zheng was so strong, they might have already thought of ways to get rid of An Zheng or lure him away. Then An Zheng couldn't help but think that the fight between Feng Xiuyang and Nie Qing was drawn by that fat official from the Ministry of Rites. Obviously, that guy was pretending to be Chen Shaobai. Could it be that Chen Shaobai was also related to the assassination of King Yan and the assassination of Chen Zaiyan and others
An Zheng dealt with a dozen of them by himself, and he looked a little embarrassed after a while. In terms of pure cultivation level, these people are all higher than An Zheng. If it had been anyone else, I'm afraid they would have torn it into pieces long ago. Even An Zheng could only hold on for a short while before his strength weakened a lot.
A dozen people with a higher level of cultivation than him surrounded him. He could catch all the opponent's offensive moves, which was equivalent to spending more than ten times more cultivation power than the other person alone. This kind of use was simply in Let it out. The supplementary power brought by those elixirs only lasted for a while and then became empty again.
An Zheng punched out from the air, and the air blast exploded behind the assassin. Under the huge force, the assassin was shocked and threw forward. When he was about to struggle to stand up, An Zheng pushed his shoulder with a side kick. The assassin's knees involuntarily moved completely, and he knelt on the ground with a bang, his knees shattering the stone slab below.
An Zheng dealt with a dozen of them by himself, and he looked a little embarrassed after a while. In terms of pure cultivation level, these people are all higher than An Zheng. If it had been anyone else, I'm afraid they would have torn it into pieces long ago. Even An Zheng could only hold on for a short while before his strength weakened a lot.
An Zheng swung his long knife across the room and said, "Come in and tell me."
A dozen people with a higher level of cultivation than him surrounded him. He could catch all the opponent's offensive moves, which was equivalent to spending more than ten times more cultivation power than the other person alone. This kind of use was simply in Let it out. The supplementary power brought by those elixirs only lasted for a while and then became empty again.
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "Who isn't?"
By luring Nie Qing away, there was one less person to protect Chen Zaiyan. Maybe An Zheng was not among their goals, because An Zheng had not shown strength enough to compare with Su Feilun and others before.
But An Zheng's eyes couldn't help but look towards the bottom of the city gate tower, and then he rushed towards that direction like a shooting arrow.
By luring Nie Qing away, there was one less person to protect Chen Zaiyan. Maybe An Zheng was not among their goals, because An Zheng had not shown strength enough to compare with Su Feilun and others before.
If those people had known that An Zheng was so strong, they might have already thought of ways to get rid of An Zheng or lure him away. Then An Zheng couldn't help but think that the fight between Feng Xiuyang and Nie Qing was drawn by that fat official from the Ministry of Rites. Obviously, that guy was pretending to be Chen Shaobai. Could it be that Chen Shaobai was also related to the assassination of King Yan and the assassination of Chen Zaiyan and others
really!
An Zheng took a deep breath: "We'll talk about it after the fight."
An Zheng gritted his teeth and persisted, then summoned four holy fish scales to surround Chen Zaiyan: "Run if you can."
The scene of two people walking with their backs to each other will become an eternal classic.
An Zheng: "Shut the fuck up and just stay back!"
Chen Zaiyan knew that he was holding An Zheng back here, but how could he escape? As long as he leaves An Zheng's range, he will be chopped into pieces in an instant.
In fact, the word "安" written by An Zheng was not written by An Zheng at all, but by Zhen.
An Zheng rushed back, picked up a long knife from the ground, and slashed at Chen Zaiyan... With a snap, he cut off the iron chains on Chen Zaiyan's hands and feet. He pulled Chen Zaiyan back, and at least a dozen assassins were pressing towards him.
Chen Zaiyan opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't know what to say.
The fat man turned around and no longer looked at him, but shouted loudly: "Be quiet, everyone, the competition below is not over yet. Please be quiet, do you hear me? I am going to continue to select the opponents for the battle of champions. This is only the first round, do you think it’s over?”
The assassin leader waved his hand: "Kill them!"
By the time he arrived below the city gate tower, at least three military officials had been killed.
An Zheng gritted his teeth and persisted, then summoned four holy fish scales to surround Chen Zaiyan: "Run if you can."
Immediately afterwards there was a burst of noise, as if the sea water rushed into the house, smashing everything, and the sound of ping-pong continued. The excited people began to become restless and didn't know how to find their outlet. They have gradually gone crazy, because this battle may be the most exciting and unforgettable battle they have ever seen in their lives.
An Zheng struggled to hold on, thinking that if there was really no other way, she would have to use the Anran sword that Xu Meidai left for her. But once this thing appears, no one knows how many masters are secretly watching it at this moment, and even they can't hide it. That is a purple-grade artifact that can bring disaster to the people of Tianqi Sect.
Chen Zaiyan opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't know what to say.
An Zheng rushed back, picked up a long knife from the ground, and slashed at Chen Zaiyan... With a snap, he cut off the iron chains on Chen Zaiyan's hands and feet. He pulled Chen Zaiyan back, and at least a dozen assassins were pressing towards him.
The guy actually grinned: "I told you, you will see me at the Qiucheng Ceremony."
Chen Zaiyan pulled An Zheng behind him and said, "Quickly leave, this man is too strong."
The guy actually grinned: "I told you, you will see me at the Qiucheng Ceremony."
An Zheng: "Shut the fuck up and just stay back!"
With An Zheng's current strength, exposing a purple-grade artifact would be like a child holding a large gold ingot swaggering through the street. Even if no one grabs it openly, there's no telling how many people will be concerned about it secretly.
An Zheng fought and retreated, and would soon be under the city wall. Once he and Chen Zaiyan retreat to the city wall, they may not be able to hold on for long. An Zheng held the long sword in one hand and summoned the Anran Sword with the other hand.
A dozen people with a higher level of cultivation than him surrounded him. He could catch all the opponent's offensive moves, which was equivalent to spending more than ten times more cultivation power than the other person alone. This kind of use was simply in Let it out. The supplementary power brought by those elixirs only lasted for a while and then became empty again.
But An Zheng's eyes couldn't help but look towards the bottom of the city gate tower, and then he rushed towards that direction like a shooting arrow.
Chen Zaiyan opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't know what to say.
"It's so troublesome... I chose you because of your vigor. I hope you can help me recover, and I have already given you a gift as a thank you... But why do you like to stir up trouble so much? You are so honest. Isn’t it good for my cultivation to grow honestly, and I have to be involved in these messy things?”
The sound was intermittent, as if it was ringing in An Zheng's mind, but he couldn't catch it at all. Then An Zheng himself heard a low creaking sound of the door opening, as if the giant bronze door that couldn't be opened was opened a little bit again.
really!
The crowd fell silent for a while, as if the world suddenly shut down its sound.
With a pop, An Zheng's chest was cut open by a sword energy, his clothes were torn open, and his body was cut in a long way, and blood poured out in an instant.
Faintly, An Zheng seemed to hear a voice appear directly in his mind.
But An Zheng's eyes couldn't help but look towards the bottom of the city gate tower, and then he rushed towards that direction like a shooting arrow.
Faintly, An Zheng seemed to hear a voice appear directly in his mind.
With these thoughts still running through his mind, An Zheng's hands were not idle, but the opponent's attacks came like a tide. An Zheng had been injured in at least a dozen places and was bleeding profusely.
By the time he arrived below the city gate tower, at least three military officials had been killed.
An Zheng suddenly turned around: "Who are you?"
If those people had known that An Zheng was so strong, they might have already thought of ways to get rid of An Zheng or lure him away. Then An Zheng couldn't help but think that the fight between Feng Xiuyang and Nie Qing was drawn by that fat official from the Ministry of Rites. Obviously, that guy was pretending to be Chen Shaobai. Could it be that Chen Shaobai was also related to the assassination of King Yan and the assassination of Chen Zaiyan and others
Chen Zaiyan said loudly: "An Zheng, you go first. I am bound to die, but this country still needs young people like you. The revival of Dayan in the future depends entirely on you!"
The official from the Ministry of Rites shook his head: "It's so arrogant, it's hopeless."
An Zheng walked on the bumpy ground, one foot deep and one foot shallow. Only then did he realize that he and Su Feilun had shattered the square into pieces.
An Zheng: "Shut the fuck up and just stay back!"
An Zheng sighed inwardly, the other party was just making an attack in the east and attacking in the west. Not only did they kill many officials of the Ministry of War, but they also forced out a lot of King Yan's potential strength.
In fact, the word "安" written by An Zheng was not written by An Zheng at all, but by Zhen.
Only then did people realize that this was only the first round. An Zheng defeated Su Feilun, but he has not yet won the top prize.
An Zheng: "Shut the fuck up and just stay back!"
An Zheng gritted his teeth and persisted, then summoned four holy fish scales to surround Chen Zaiyan: "Run if you can."
An Zheng turned his head and looked towards Tianji Palace, wondering if the battle between Nie Qing and Feng Xiuyang was over. The place chosen by those two people was at the top of Tianji Palace, and they didn't know where they went now on a whim. In order to do their best to take action, they were unwilling to stay in a crowded place. That battle would definitely be more dangerous than the battle between him and Su Feilun.
Chen Zaiyan said loudly: "An Zheng, you go first. I am bound to die, but this country still needs young people like you. The revival of Dayan in the future depends entirely on you!"
Dang!
The sky was filled with dust. An Zheng shook out the word "An" written in the void, and then the dust pressed on Su Feilun's forehead. Although it was not written on Su Feilun's forehead one stroke at a time, it was still better than Su Feilun's sword. After all, the speed at which An Zheng wrote a word was slightly faster than the speed at which he stabbed that sword.
Chen Zaiyan opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't know what to say.
The knife fell quickly and went straight to Chen Zaiyan's neck.
Faintly, An Zheng seemed to hear a voice appear directly in his mind.
A stone shot over and hit the long knife, knocking the knife away. The long knife chopped sideways, smashing into pieces a piece of bluestone behind Chen Zaiyan.
If those people had known that An Zheng was so strong, they might have already thought of ways to get rid of An Zheng or lure him away. Then An Zheng couldn't help but think that the fight between Feng Xiuyang and Nie Qing was drawn by that fat official from the Ministry of Rites. Obviously, that guy was pretending to be Chen Shaobai. Could it be that Chen Shaobai was also related to the assassination of King Yan and the assassination of Chen Zaiyan and others
The sky was filled with dust. An Zheng shook out the word "An" written in the void, and then the dust pressed on Su Feilun's forehead. Although it was not written on Su Feilun's forehead one stroke at a time, it was still better than Su Feilun's sword. After all, the speed at which An Zheng wrote a word was slightly faster than the speed at which he stabbed that sword.
An assassin raised the long knife in his hand and chopped it into Chen Zaiyan's neck: "Mr. Chen, don't blame me. If you become a ghost after death, you can go to whoever you want to go to. I am also following orders!"
Chen Zaiyan pulled An Zheng behind him and said, "Quickly leave, this man is too strong."
An Zheng fought and retreated, and would soon be under the city wall. Once he and Chen Zaiyan retreat to the city wall, they may not be able to hold on for long. An Zheng held the long sword in one hand and summoned the Anran Sword with the other hand.
Dang!
An Zheng fought and retreated, and would soon be under the city wall. Once he and Chen Zaiyan retreat to the city wall, they may not be able to hold on for long. An Zheng held the long sword in one hand and summoned the Anran Sword with the other hand.
Dang!
An Zheng rushed back, picked up a long knife from the ground, and slashed at Chen Zaiyan... With a snap, he cut off the iron chains on Chen Zaiyan's hands and feet. He pulled Chen Zaiyan back, and at least a dozen assassins were pressing towards him.
Just as the fat official continued to select people to fight, chaos suddenly broke out in the north near the south gate of Tianji Palace. An Zheng looked over there and saw at least a dozen people dressed in ordinary people's clothes rushing towards the city gate tower, obviously taking action against King Yan Mu Changyan.
The guy actually grinned: "I told you, you will see me at the Qiucheng Ceremony."
The dozen or so people who besieged him became more and more violent. With so many people besieging a young man, they were already furious that they hadn't taken him down for so long. The increasingly fierce offensive came overwhelmingly, and in an instant, An Zheng had several more wounds on his body, which were as deep as the bones.
The fat man turned around and no longer looked at him, but shouted loudly: "Be quiet, everyone, the competition below is not over yet. Please be quiet, do you hear me? I am going to continue to select the opponents for the battle of champions. This is only the first round, do you think it’s over?”
Even Su Feilun himself didn't know when that word was written on his forehead. Why didn't he even notice it? Logically speaking, how could a strong person at this level not feel someone writing on his forehead
Only then did people realize that this was only the first round. An Zheng defeated Su Feilun, but he has not yet won the top prize.
An Zheng sighed in his heart. It seemed that King Yan Mu Changyan had very few men. He had persisted for so long and no one came to help him. Maybe those people really wanted to take the opportunity to kill Mu Changyan. At this critical moment, An Zheng actually thought of why Feng Xiuyang took Nie Qing away... It turned out that all this was planned.
But An Zheng's eyes couldn't help but look towards the bottom of the city gate tower, and then he rushed towards that direction like a shooting arrow.
An Zheng sighed in his heart. It seemed that King Yan Mu Changyan had very few men. He had persisted for so long and no one came to help him. Maybe those people really wanted to take the opportunity to kill Mu Changyan. At this critical moment, An Zheng actually thought of why Feng Xiuyang took Nie Qing away... It turned out that all this was planned.
The assassin said coldly: "You made your own choice. Do you really think that if you win a Su Feilun, you will be invincible? You young people who haven't grown your hair at all, you don't know how high the sky is."
Chen Zaiyan opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't know what to say.
really!
Su Feilun's lonely back, An Zheng left peacefully.
An Zheng: "Shut the fuck up and just stay back!"
An Zheng fought and retreated, and would soon be under the city wall. Once he and Chen Zaiyan retreat to the city wall, they may not be able to hold on for long. An Zheng held the long sword in one hand and summoned the Anran Sword with the other hand.
An assassin raised the long knife in his hand and chopped it into Chen Zaiyan's neck: "Mr. Chen, don't blame me. If you become a ghost after death, you can go to whoever you want to go to. I am also following orders!"
Only then did people realize that this was only the first round. An Zheng defeated Su Feilun, but he has not yet won the top prize.
By luring Nie Qing away, there was one less person to protect Chen Zaiyan. Maybe An Zheng was not among their goals, because An Zheng had not shown strength enough to compare with Su Feilun and others before.
Chen Zaiyan pulled An Zheng behind him and said, "Quickly leave, this man is too strong."
Chen Zaiyan knew that he was holding An Zheng back here, but how could he escape? As long as he leaves An Zheng's range, he will be chopped into pieces in an instant.
Just when he was about to release the powerful sword intention in the Anran Sword, he suddenly felt a pain on his wrist... It seemed that something pierced his skin, and then An Zheng realized that it was the blood bead hand. string.
If those people had known that An Zheng was so strong, they might have already thought of ways to get rid of An Zheng or lure him away. Then An Zheng couldn't help but think that the fight between Feng Xiuyang and Nie Qing was drawn by that fat official from the Ministry of Rites. Obviously, that guy was pretending to be Chen Shaobai. Could it be that Chen Shaobai was also related to the assassination of King Yan and the assassination of Chen Zaiyan and others
The assassin said coldly: "You made your own choice. Do you really think that if you win a Su Feilun, you will be invincible? You young people who haven't grown your hair at all, you don't know how high the sky is."
Chen Zaiyan said loudly: "An Zheng, you go first. I am bound to die, but this country still needs young people like you. The revival of Dayan in the future depends entirely on you!"
The dozen or so people who besieged him became more and more violent. With so many people besieging a young man, they were already furious that they hadn't taken him down for so long. The increasingly fierce offensive came overwhelmingly, and in an instant, An Zheng had several more wounds on his body, which were as deep as the bones.
With these thoughts still running through his mind, An Zheng's hands were not idle, but the opponent's attacks came like a tide. An Zheng had been injured in at least a dozen places and was bleeding profusely.
An Zheng rushed back, picked up a long knife from the ground, and slashed at Chen Zaiyan... With a snap, he cut off the iron chains on Chen Zaiyan's hands and feet. He pulled Chen Zaiyan back, and at least a dozen assassins were pressing towards him.
Even Su Feilun himself didn't know when that word was written on his forehead. Why didn't he even notice it? Logically speaking, how could a strong person at this level not feel someone writing on his forehead
Just when he was about to release the powerful sword intention in the Anran Sword, he suddenly felt a pain on his wrist... It seemed that something pierced his skin, and then An Zheng realized that it was the blood bead hand. string.
The sky was filled with dust. An Zheng shook out the word "An" written in the void, and then the dust pressed on Su Feilun's forehead. Although it was not written on Su Feilun's forehead one stroke at a time, it was still better than Su Feilun's sword. After all, the speed at which An Zheng wrote a word was slightly faster than the speed at which he stabbed that sword.
An Zheng fought and retreated, and would soon be under the city wall. Once he and Chen Zaiyan retreat to the city wall, they may not be able to hold on for long. An Zheng held the long sword in one hand and summoned the Anran Sword with the other hand.
Faintly, An Zheng seemed to hear a voice appear directly in his mind.
It was precisely because of their obstruction that these assassins failed to kill Chen Zaiyan and the others.
The crowd fell silent for a while, as if the world suddenly shut down its sound.
Chen Zaiyan pulled An Zheng behind him and said, "Quickly leave, this man is too strong."
An Zheng struggled to hold on, thinking that if there was really no other way, she would have to use the Anran sword that Xu Meidai left for her. But once this thing appears, no one knows how many masters are secretly watching it at this moment, and even they can't hide it. That is a purple-grade artifact that can bring disaster to the people of Tianqi Sect.
The chubby and even clumsy-looking official from the Ministry of Etiquette looked at An Zheng's back and sneered: "Even if he wins this time, it doesn't prove that he put in his best effort."
"It's so troublesome... I chose you because of your vigor. I hope you can help me recover, and I have already given you a gift as a thank you... But why do you like to stir up trouble so much? You are so honest. Isn’t it good for my cultivation to grow honestly, and I have to be involved in these messy things?”
An Zheng suddenly turned around: "Who are you?"
An Zheng looked forward and found that not all the guards were gone. The young practitioners who were secretly trained by Mu Changyan also cooperated tacitly. Some left to save King Yan, while others stayed behind. These young practitioners were all lying on the ground, their bodies and heads in different places.
Faintly, An Zheng seemed to hear a voice appear directly in his mind.
An Zheng dealt with a dozen of them by himself, and he looked a little embarrassed after a while. In terms of pure cultivation level, these people are all higher than An Zheng. If it had been anyone else, I'm afraid they would have torn it into pieces long ago. Even An Zheng could only hold on for a short while before his strength weakened a lot.
Chen Zaiyan pulled An Zheng behind him and said, "Quickly leave, this man is too strong."
Chen Zaiyan knew that he was holding An Zheng back here, but how could he escape? As long as he leaves An Zheng's range, he will be chopped into pieces in an instant.
"If it weren't for your death, I wouldn't feel well, so I wouldn't bother to care about you... Take it and give you back the power you have helped me recover in the past few years. It's just temporary. Enjoy it. You may not even know you are here. How much have I accumulated..."
If those people had known that An Zheng was so strong, they might have already thought of ways to get rid of An Zheng or lure him away. Then An Zheng couldn't help but think that the fight between Feng Xiuyang and Nie Qing was drawn by that fat official from the Ministry of Rites. Obviously, that guy was pretending to be Chen Shaobai. Could it be that Chen Shaobai was also related to the assassination of King Yan and the assassination of Chen Zaiyan and others
An Zheng swung his long knife across the room and said, "Come in and tell me."
With An Zheng's current strength, exposing a purple-grade artifact would be like a child holding a large gold ingot swaggering through the street. Even if no one grabs it openly, there's no telling how many people will be concerned about it secretly.
A dozen people with a higher level of cultivation than him surrounded him. He could catch all the opponent's offensive moves, which was equivalent to spending more than ten times more cultivation power than the other person alone. This kind of use was simply in Let it out. The supplementary power brought by those elixirs only lasted for a while and then became empty again.
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "Who isn't?"
The sound was intermittent, as if it was ringing in An Zheng's mind, but he couldn't catch it at all. Then An Zheng himself heard a low creaking sound of the door opening, as if the giant bronze door that couldn't be opened was opened a little bit again.
A dozen people with a higher level of cultivation than him surrounded him. He could catch all the opponent's offensive moves, which was equivalent to spending more than ten times more cultivation power than the other person alone. This kind of use was simply in Let it out. The supplementary power brought by those elixirs only lasted for a while and then became empty again.
A stone shot over and hit the long knife, knocking the knife away. The long knife chopped sideways, smashing into pieces a piece of bluestone behind Chen Zaiyan.
An Zheng swung his long knife across the room and said, "Come in and tell me."
Su Feilun's lonely back, An Zheng left peacefully.