An Zheng dodged back and bent his body backwards like an iron bridge, avoiding two iron drills one after another. The iron rod was dark and faint, and it reflected the cold moonlight. It didn't look like it was made of flesh. But since Qu Liuxi said that, it must make sense.
Because his neck had been cut off before, part of the bandage wrapped around his body was also broken. The broken bandages hung from his face, loosening little by little.
Diwu let out a wail, and the threadworm-like things in his chest began to squirm violently, as if they were trying to squeeze out the light ball. But An Zheng's power of cultivation is not a physical thing, and the threadworm that can squeeze out the ice soul cannot squeeze out the power of cultivation. Countless threadworms pounced on him one after another, finally extinguishing the white light, but a shocking pit appeared on Di Wu's chest, burning almost all the way to his back.
No matter how powerful these guys' bodies are, they can't stop the edge of the Anran Sword.
Only then did Du Shoushou realize that An Zheng had twin trees in two lifetimes.
"I'm giving you face."
When the two iron drills were thrust in front of An Zheng's face, a disgusting stench entered An Zheng's nose. An Zheng scratched the ground with one hand and swung backwards like a boat. At the same time, Bingpo tentatively made contact with one of the black iron drills. Ordinary magic weapons will be frozen if they are touched by the ice soul. However, after the iron drill came into contact with the ice soul, the front end of the ice soul turned black.
There was an explosion of air, causing the three people to take several steps back.
Sound waves that could almost be seen shot out from the tightly wrapped bandage, rippling out rapidly in circles. Obviously, An Zheng's blow completely angered him.
"I'm giving you face."
He lowered his head, and the charred black fibers on the wound fell off in groups, and the new black fibers began to grow interlacedly like weaving cloth, and actually filled up the big hole in his chest in a short period of time.
An Zheng discovered that the strength of these guys was actually increasing!
Diwu let out a wail, and the threadworm-like things in his chest began to squirm violently, as if they were trying to squeeze out the light ball. But An Zheng's power of cultivation is not a physical thing, and the threadworm that can squeeze out the ice soul cannot squeeze out the power of cultivation. Countless threadworms pounced on him one after another, finally extinguishing the white light, but a shocking pit appeared on Di Wu's chest, burning almost all the way to his back.
Di San's legs seemed to be weak, and for the first time, his knees could bend. He was kneeling there as if breathing heavily. It was obvious that An Zheng's unique power of cultivation had done a lot of harm to them.
An Zheng's heart moved and he threw Bing Po as a hidden weapon. The ice soul turned completely black in mid-air, and poked Di San's chest with a pop. With the sharpness of the ice soul, it is easy to pierce ordinary steel. But when it was stabbed into Di San's chest, it only penetrated less than a third. But after all, it was partially inserted, and the ice soul still had the power of An Zheng's cultivation. As An Zheng moved further away, the power of cultivation exploded in Di San's chest.
Di Wu roared from behind An Zheng, and then stabbed An Zheng in the air from behind. The iron hammer was obviously still more than ten meters away from An Zheng, and An Zheng didn't pay much attention to it. After all, these guys looked weird and scary, but they didn't seem to be very strong in cultivation. As long as they could avoid contact with them, there would be no problem. What An Zheng was thinking about was whether there would be a lot of these things, and he should fight for a while longer, so that he could have experience and pass it on to the people of Tianqi Sect, so that they could be prepared in the future.
An Zheng shouted from the front: "Then how to kill?!"
Du Shaoshou was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"
Disi rushed over from his side. As he floated forward, his large black robe floated backwards, and his bandaged arms and legs were vaguely visible. The two black iron rods on the ground were thrust toward An Zheng's heart. An Zheng dodged and the iron rods intertwined in mid-air, almost grazing An Zheng's body.
"I'm giving you face."
He just groaned and saw An Zheng appear behind the Di San who had fallen down before.
The four people took action at the same time. Countless thin black fibers stretched out from the five fingers, and they were densely wrapped around An Zheng. An Zheng rose up, and with a wave of Di San's right hand, the scattered threads instantly formed a long black whip, which was swung towards An Zheng's back. An Zheng pushed his hands back in mid-air, and a ball of cultivation power exploded, and his body rushed forward like a cannonball.
Disi rushed over from his side. As he floated forward, his large black robe floated backwards, and his bandaged arms and legs were vaguely visible. The two black iron rods on the ground were thrust toward An Zheng's heart. An Zheng dodged and the iron rods intertwined in mid-air, almost grazing An Zheng's body.
There was an explosion of air, causing the three people to take several steps back.
"Untie your hands and kill."
The bandages wrapped on the hands of the four people in front fell apart with a pop, but there was still a hand inside, which looked like a dark tree root.
Roar!
An Zheng took a step back and stared at Di San whose head fell to the ground.
There was an explosion of air, causing the three people to take several steps back.
Di San lowered his head and "looked" at his chest. His clothes had been blown open, and the bandages inside were also damaged. It was dark inside, as if there were many thin threadworms squirming around.
The bandages wrapped on the hands of the four people in front fell apart with a pop, but there was still a hand inside, which looked like a dark tree root.
Because his neck had been cut off before, part of the bandage wrapped around his body was also broken. The broken bandages hung from his face, loosening little by little.
At this time, the three men in black, No. 2, No. 4, and No. 5, discovered that the black ball was empty. They turned around sharply, just in time to see Di San's head fall to the ground. Including Di Yi, who had been standing behind, four people roared at the same time.
With a snap, Bing Po fell to the ground. I don’t know if they are real thread-like black bugs, or if they are mutated muscle fibers. While squirming, the ice soul was pushed out.
"I'm giving you face."
He rushed forward, and the eight holy fish scales quickly rotated around his body and shook away all the iron rods. Rushing in front of Di Wu, An Zheng pushed forward with his right hand. A white ball of light the size of a fist flew out of An Zheng's hand and hit Di Wu's chest like lightning. The white light group was filled with unparalleled blazing heat, instantly burning a pit into Di Wu's chest.
An Zheng punched continuously in mid-air, and more than a dozen light groups as blazing as the sun shot out and hit Di San's body continuously. Those light balls were like hot iron balls placed on the snow, not only melting into Di San's body. Di San let out a scalp-numbing wailing sound that could almost tear the night sky apart.
Di San stood up and turned to "look" at An Zheng.
The intensity is getting stronger!
The bandages were loosened, revealing a face that one would never forget.
The iron hammer hit a piece of holy fish scales heavily. Under the huge force, An Zheng was shocked and staggered several steps to one side.
Di San slowly raised his head to look at An Zheng, then leaned forward and let out a roar.
He lowered his head, and the charred black fibers on the wound fell off in groups, and the new black fibers began to grow interlacedly like weaving cloth, and actually filled up the big hole in his chest in a short period of time.
Diwu let out a wail, and the threadworm-like things in his chest began to squirm violently, as if they were trying to squeeze out the light ball. But An Zheng's power of cultivation is not a physical thing, and the threadworm that can squeeze out the ice soul cannot squeeze out the power of cultivation. Countless threadworms pounced on him one after another, finally extinguishing the white light, but a shocking pit appeared on Di Wu's chest, burning almost all the way to his back.
Du Shoushou shouted, but just as he was about to rush forward, he was pulled back by Gu Qianye: "Idiot, don't you see that An Zheng is testing how strong these guys are?"
Disi rushed over from his side. As he floated forward, his large black robe floated backwards, and his bandaged arms and legs were vaguely visible. The two black iron rods on the ground were thrust toward An Zheng's heart. An Zheng dodged and the iron rods intertwined in mid-air, almost grazing An Zheng's body.
The intensity is getting stronger!
Roar!
Just as An Zheng was observing Di San, countless black threads were densely entangled, forming a black circular net at least ten meters long, surrounding An Zheng in mid-air. Then the layer of net began to quickly become denser, and it instantly became solid as if an invisible loom was operating. A black ball of more than ten meters took shape and fell heavily from mid-air.
Because his neck had been cut off before, part of the bandage wrapped around his body was also broken. The broken bandages hung from his face, loosening little by little.
He thought about the guy who said before that as a practitioner, it is speculated that in the realm of Sumeru, the combat level will increase. Then he said that there are high-level magic weapons and the combat level has been improved. In other words, the real strength of these guys is actually terrifying. They just adjust their fighting methods according to the strength of their opponents. The strength of this iron drill is more than twice as strong as before
The intensity is getting stronger!
An Zheng punched continuously in mid-air, and more than a dozen light groups as blazing as the sun shot out and hit Di San's body continuously. Those light balls were like hot iron balls placed on the snow, not only melting into Di San's body. Di San let out a scalp-numbing wailing sound that could almost tear the night sky apart.
I was so angry that nothing happened.
Sound waves that could almost be seen shot out from the tightly wrapped bandage, rippling out rapidly in circles. Obviously, An Zheng's blow completely angered him.
Diwu let out a wail, and the threadworm-like things in his chest began to squirm violently, as if they were trying to squeeze out the light ball. But An Zheng's power of cultivation is not a physical thing, and the threadworm that can squeeze out the ice soul cannot squeeze out the power of cultivation. Countless threadworms pounced on him one after another, finally extinguishing the white light, but a shocking pit appeared on Di Wu's chest, burning almost all the way to his back.
Disi rushed over from his side. As he floated forward, his large black robe floated backwards, and his bandaged arms and legs were vaguely visible. The two black iron rods on the ground were thrust toward An Zheng's heart. An Zheng dodged and the iron rods intertwined in mid-air, almost grazing An Zheng's body.
Du Shaoshou was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"
An Zheng punched continuously in mid-air, and more than a dozen light groups as blazing as the sun shot out and hit Di San's body continuously. Those light balls were like hot iron balls placed on the snow, not only melting into Di San's body. Di San let out a scalp-numbing wailing sound that could almost tear the night sky apart.
He thought about the guy who said before that as a practitioner, it is speculated that in the realm of Sumeru, the combat level will increase. Then he said that there are high-level magic weapons and the combat level has been improved. In other words, the real strength of these guys is actually terrifying. They just adjust their fighting methods according to the strength of their opponents. The strength of this iron drill is more than twice as strong as before
An Zheng held the Anran Sword in his hand, and a purple sword energy more than one meter long extended from the sword like a burning tail flame. He stood behind Di San who was kneeling on the ground, and then chopped off Di San's head with a sword.
Di Yi, who was standing behind, said in a cold voice.
It was installed backwards, with the face facing backward. Although it was not clear under the bandage which side was the front and which was the back. The head clicked on the neck a few times before returning to the proper position.
I was so angry that nothing happened.
Tie Biao failed to break through An Zheng's defense, and Di Wu was obviously stunned for a moment. Although their faces were tightly wrapped in bandages, they seemed to be able to see and hear clearly, and were more sensitive than normal people.
An Zheng dodged back and bent his body backwards like an iron bridge, avoiding two iron drills one after another. The iron rod was dark and faint, and it reflected the cold moonlight. It didn't look like it was made of flesh. But since Qu Liuxi said that, it must make sense.
An Zheng's right hand began to glow, a ball of blazing white light.
An Zheng's face became serious: "What kind of monster is this?"
He thought about the guy who said before that as a practitioner, it is speculated that in the realm of Sumeru, the combat level will increase. Then he said that there are high-level magic weapons and the combat level has been improved. In other words, the real strength of these guys is actually terrifying. They just adjust their fighting methods according to the strength of their opponents. The strength of this iron drill is more than twice as strong as before
Di Yi, who had been standing far away, seemed to smell something, or was "looking" at An Zheng carefully: "There are high-level magic weapons, and the combat level has been improved."
An Zheng shouted from the front: "Then how to kill?!"
Disi rushed over from his side. As he floated forward, his large black robe floated backwards, and his bandaged arms and legs were vaguely visible. The two black iron rods on the ground were thrust toward An Zheng's heart. An Zheng dodged and the iron rods intertwined in mid-air, almost grazing An Zheng's body.
An Zheng shouted from the front: "Then how to kill?!"
Di Wu roared from behind An Zheng, and then stabbed An Zheng in the air from behind. The iron hammer was obviously still more than ten meters away from An Zheng, and An Zheng didn't pay much attention to it. After all, these guys looked weird and scary, but they didn't seem to be very strong in cultivation. As long as they could avoid contact with them, there would be no problem. What An Zheng was thinking about was whether there would be a lot of these things, and he should fight for a while longer, so that he could have experience and pass it on to the people of Tianqi Sect, so that they could be prepared in the future.
Di San slowly raised his head to look at An Zheng, then leaned forward and let out a roar.
There was an explosion of air, causing the three people to take several steps back.
Di San raised his hands, and the silk threads wrapped around the light balls and pulled them out. Black silk threads were constantly burned, and new silk threads continued to rush in. In the end, more than a dozen light balls were pulled out.
But the iron drill, which was still more than ten meters away from An Zheng, suddenly flew out and was behind An Zheng in an instant.
The Anran Sword is a purple-grade artifact.
With a thought in An Zheng's mind, eight pieces of holy fish scales floated out from the blood bead bracelet, spinning and floating around An Zheng's body.
Dang!
An Zheng was forced to panic. If it were the ordinary practitioners in Tianqi Sect, they might have been killed long ago.
Di Yi, who had been standing far away, seemed to smell something, or was "looking" at An Zheng carefully: "There are high-level magic weapons, and the combat level has been improved."
Di San stood up and turned to "look" at An Zheng.
A second later, countless black threads protruded from Di San's neck, winding down like dense snakes, and found the fallen head at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, countless black threads protruded from the head, intertwined with the threads protruding from the neck. Then the head was pulled back and reattached to the neck with a pop.
He thought about the guy who said before that as a practitioner, it is speculated that in the realm of Sumeru, the combat level will increase. Then he said that there are high-level magic weapons and the combat level has been improved. In other words, the real strength of these guys is actually terrifying. They just adjust their fighting methods according to the strength of their opponents. The strength of this iron drill is more than twice as strong as before
He thought about the guy who said before that as a practitioner, it is speculated that in the realm of Sumeru, the combat level will increase. Then he said that there are high-level magic weapons and the combat level has been improved. In other words, the real strength of these guys is actually terrifying. They just adjust their fighting methods according to the strength of their opponents. The strength of this iron drill is more than twice as strong as before
Dang!
An Zheng took a step back and stared at Di San whose head fell to the ground.
Du Shoushou shouted, but just as he was about to rush forward, he was pulled back by Gu Qianye: "Idiot, don't you see that An Zheng is testing how strong these guys are?"
Di Wu roared from behind An Zheng, and then stabbed An Zheng in the air from behind. The iron hammer was obviously still more than ten meters away from An Zheng, and An Zheng didn't pay much attention to it. After all, these guys looked weird and scary, but they didn't seem to be very strong in cultivation. As long as they could avoid contact with them, there would be no problem. What An Zheng was thinking about was whether there would be a lot of these things, and he should fight for a while longer, so that he could have experience and pass it on to the people of Tianqi Sect, so that they could be prepared in the future.
"I'm giving you face."
Di San slowly raised his head to look at An Zheng, then leaned forward and let out a roar.
It was installed backwards, with the face facing backward. Although it was not clear under the bandage which side was the front and which was the back. The head clicked on the neck a few times before returning to the proper position.
Di San lowered his head and "looked" at his chest. His clothes had been blown open, and the bandages inside were also damaged. It was dark inside, as if there were many thin threadworms squirming around.
But the iron drill, which was still more than ten meters away from An Zheng, suddenly flew out and was behind An Zheng in an instant.
The bandages were loosened, revealing a face that one would never forget.
"I'm giving you face."
There was an explosion of air, causing the three people to take several steps back.
Du Shaoshou shouted from behind: "Damn it, these things are not meant to be dead!"
Di Wu roared from behind An Zheng, and then stabbed An Zheng in the air from behind. The iron hammer was obviously still more than ten meters away from An Zheng, and An Zheng didn't pay much attention to it. After all, these guys looked weird and scary, but they didn't seem to be very strong in cultivation. As long as they could avoid contact with them, there would be no problem. What An Zheng was thinking about was whether there would be a lot of these things, and he should fight for a while longer, so that he could have experience and pass it on to the people of Tianqi Sect, so that they could be prepared in the future.
He lowered his head, and the charred black fibers on the wound fell off in groups, and the new black fibers began to grow interlacedly like weaving cloth, and actually filled up the big hole in his chest in a short period of time.
No matter how powerful these guys' bodies are, they can't stop the edge of the Anran Sword.
An Zheng's face became serious: "What kind of monster is this?"
Dang!
Because his neck had been cut off before, part of the bandage wrapped around his body was also broken. The broken bandages hung from his face, loosening little by little.
Du Shaoshou was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"
An Zheng took a step back and stared at Di San whose head fell to the ground.
Di Wu roared from behind An Zheng, and then stabbed An Zheng in the air from behind. The iron hammer was obviously still more than ten meters away from An Zheng, and An Zheng didn't pay much attention to it. After all, these guys looked weird and scary, but they didn't seem to be very strong in cultivation. As long as they could avoid contact with them, there would be no problem. What An Zheng was thinking about was whether there would be a lot of these things, and he should fight for a while longer, so that he could have experience and pass it on to the people of Tianqi Sect, so that they could be prepared in the future.
An Zheng's heart moved and he threw Bing Po as a hidden weapon. The ice soul turned completely black in mid-air, and poked Di San's chest with a pop. With the sharpness of the ice soul, it is easy to pierce ordinary steel. But when it was stabbed into Di San's chest, it only penetrated less than a third. But after all, it was partially inserted, and the ice soul still had the power of An Zheng's cultivation. As An Zheng moved further away, the power of cultivation exploded in Di San's chest.
A second later, countless black threads protruded from Di San's neck, winding down like dense snakes, and found the fallen head at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, countless black threads protruded from the head, intertwined with the threads protruding from the neck. Then the head was pulled back and reattached to the neck with a pop.
An Zheng took a step back and stared at Di San whose head fell to the ground.
The iron hammer hit a piece of holy fish scales heavily. Under the huge force, An Zheng was shocked and staggered several steps to one side.
"Untie your hands and kill."
Du Shaoshou shouted from behind: "Damn it, these things are not meant to be dead!"
At this time, the three men in black, No. 2, No. 4, and No. 5, discovered that the black ball was empty. They turned around sharply, just in time to see Di San's head fall to the ground. Including Di Yi, who had been standing behind, four people roared at the same time.
The intensity is getting stronger!
Di Yi, who had been standing far away, seemed to smell something, or was "looking" at An Zheng carefully: "There are high-level magic weapons, and the combat level has been improved."
The second, fourth, and fifth people rushed over at the same time, and the silk threads in their hands turned into thousands of thin iron drills and poked into the black ball. Each iron drill was at least ten meters long, and they were all pierced.
The black whip fell and hit the ground. The hard stone floor was smashed into pieces, and a black smoke stirred up.
Around An Zheng's body, a group of light green light was disappearing.
It was installed backwards, with the face facing backward. Although it was not clear under the bandage which side was the front and which was the back. The head clicked on the neck a few times before returning to the proper position.
Around An Zheng's body, a group of light green light was disappearing.
An Zheng discovered that the strength of these guys was actually increasing!
An Zheng was forced to panic. If it were the ordinary practitioners in Tianqi Sect, they might have been killed long ago.
He just groaned and saw An Zheng appear behind the Di San who had fallen down before.
The black whip fell and hit the ground. The hard stone floor was smashed into pieces, and a black smoke stirred up.
He thought about the guy who said before that as a practitioner, it is speculated that in the realm of Sumeru, the combat level will increase. Then he said that there are high-level magic weapons and the combat level has been improved. In other words, the real strength of these guys is actually terrifying. They just adjust their fighting methods according to the strength of their opponents. The strength of this iron drill is more than twice as strong as before
Sound waves that could almost be seen shot out from the tightly wrapped bandage, rippling out rapidly in circles. Obviously, An Zheng's blow completely angered him.
Sound waves that could almost be seen shot out from the tightly wrapped bandage, rippling out rapidly in circles. Obviously, An Zheng's blow completely angered him.
On the bumpy face, there are black bubbles that are constantly swelling and shrinking. Where the eyes are, there are only two slightly raised bulges left. The mouth was gone, the nose was gone, and the ears were gone. The whole face looked like it was made of black mud fished out of the stinky swamp. It was disgusting to the extreme.
It was installed backwards, with the face facing backward. Although it was not clear under the bandage which side was the front and which was the back. The head clicked on the neck a few times before returning to the proper position.
An Zheng was on guard, his disgust for these things had reached its extreme. These guys can't be killed at all, and practitioners at the level of Sumeru may not even have the ability to escape. If these five guys took advantage of the darkness to sneak into Tianqi Sect, I am afraid that Tianqi Sect would have suffered heavy losses by now.
Di San's legs seemed to be weak, and for the first time, his knees could bend. He was kneeling there as if breathing heavily. It was obvious that An Zheng's unique power of cultivation had done a lot of harm to them.
Just as An Zheng was observing Di San, countless black threads were densely entangled, forming a black circular net at least ten meters long, surrounding An Zheng in mid-air. Then the layer of net began to quickly become denser, and it instantly became solid as if an invisible loom was operating. A black ball of more than ten meters took shape and fell heavily from mid-air.
Disi rushed over from his side. As he floated forward, his large black robe floated backwards, and his bandaged arms and legs were vaguely visible. The two black iron rods on the ground were thrust toward An Zheng's heart. An Zheng dodged and the iron rods intertwined in mid-air, almost grazing An Zheng's body.
Tie Biao failed to break through An Zheng's defense, and Di Wu was obviously stunned for a moment. Although their faces were tightly wrapped in bandages, they seemed to be able to see and hear clearly, and were more sensitive than normal people.
Around An Zheng's body, a group of light green light was disappearing.
Dang!
Two iron rods flew towards An Zheng, and Di Wu could actually control the iron rods from the void. After he took action, the other three men in black also took action. They stood on the outside, and the eight iron rods kept fighting against the attackers. An Zheng didn't feel good at all now. Although the scales of the holy fish were extremely strong, he felt like he was inside a solid clock, while eight sledgehammers were constantly bombarding him outside. Even if the sledgehammer cannot break the iron bell, the concussive force is enough to injure someone.
An Zheng took a step back and stared at Di San whose head fell to the ground.
So ugly, so horrific.
The second, fourth, and fifth people rushed over at the same time, and the silk threads in their hands turned into thousands of thin iron drills and poked into the black ball. Each iron drill was at least ten meters long, and they were all pierced.
The intensity is getting stronger!
Di San lowered his head and "looked" at his chest. His clothes had been blown open, and the bandages inside were also damaged. It was dark inside, as if there were many thin threadworms squirming around.
With a thought in An Zheng's mind, eight pieces of holy fish scales floated out from the blood bead bracelet, spinning and floating around An Zheng's body.
He lowered his head, and the charred black fibers on the wound fell off in groups, and the new black fibers began to grow interlacedly like weaving cloth, and actually filled up the big hole in his chest in a short period of time.
Qi Liuxi's brows furrowed deeply: "These things are refined, and they should be just like refining elixirs. The physical body has been completely changed. They seem to have integrated certain characteristics of plants and certain characteristics of beasts." , anyway, it no longer belongs to humans. The only person in the Yan Kingdom who can do this is Zhuge Chouyun. The heart is absolutely fatal to humans and beasts, but after incorporating certain characteristics of plants, their hearts have changed. It doesn’t matter anymore, to be exact, they may not even have a heart anymore.”
"I'm giving you face."
Diwu let out a wail, and the threadworm-like things in his chest began to squirm violently, as if they were trying to squeeze out the light ball. But An Zheng's power of cultivation is not a physical thing, and the threadworm that can squeeze out the ice soul cannot squeeze out the power of cultivation. Countless threadworms pounced on him one after another, finally extinguishing the white light, but a shocking pit appeared on Di Wu's chest, burning almost all the way to his back.
I was so angry that nothing happened.
The Anran Sword is a purple-grade artifact.
Tie Biao failed to break through An Zheng's defense, and Di Wu was obviously stunned for a moment. Although their faces were tightly wrapped in bandages, they seemed to be able to see and hear clearly, and were more sensitive than normal people.
An Zheng discovered that the strength of these guys was actually increasing!
An Zheng's right hand began to glow, a ball of blazing white light.
Disi rushed over from his side. As he floated forward, his large black robe floated backwards, and his bandaged arms and legs were vaguely visible. The two black iron rods on the ground were thrust toward An Zheng's heart. An Zheng dodged and the iron rods intertwined in mid-air, almost grazing An Zheng's body.
Di San slowly raised his head to look at An Zheng, then leaned forward and let out a roar.
At this time, the three men in black, No. 2, No. 4, and No. 5, discovered that the black ball was empty. They turned around sharply, just in time to see Di San's head fall to the ground. Including Di Yi, who had been standing behind, four people roared at the same time.
An Zheng punched continuously in mid-air, and more than a dozen light groups as blazing as the sun shot out and hit Di San's body continuously. Those light balls were like hot iron balls placed on the snow, not only melting into Di San's body. Di San let out a scalp-numbing wailing sound that could almost tear the night sky apart.
So ugly, so horrific.
Di Yi, who was standing behind, said in a cold voice.
He rushed forward, and the eight holy fish scales quickly rotated around his body and shook away all the iron rods. Rushing in front of Di Wu, An Zheng pushed forward with his right hand. A white ball of light the size of a fist flew out of An Zheng's hand and hit Di Wu's chest like lightning. The white light group was filled with unparalleled blazing heat, instantly burning a pit into Di Wu's chest.
Di San's legs seemed to be weak, and for the first time, his knees could bend. He was kneeling there as if breathing heavily. It was obvious that An Zheng's unique power of cultivation had done a lot of harm to them.
Di San slowly raised his head to look at An Zheng, then leaned forward and let out a roar.
No matter how powerful these guys' bodies are, they can't stop the edge of the Anran Sword.
Di San stood up and turned to "look" at An Zheng.
The iron hammer hit a piece of holy fish scales heavily. Under the huge force, An Zheng was shocked and staggered several steps to one side.
Diwu let out a wail, and the threadworm-like things in his chest began to squirm violently, as if they were trying to squeeze out the light ball. But An Zheng's power of cultivation is not a physical thing, and the threadworm that can squeeze out the ice soul cannot squeeze out the power of cultivation. Countless threadworms pounced on him one after another, finally extinguishing the white light, but a shocking pit appeared on Di Wu's chest, burning almost all the way to his back.
Di San lowered his head and "looked" at his chest. His clothes had been blown open, and the bandages inside were also damaged. It was dark inside, as if there were many thin threadworms squirming around.
The second, fourth, and fifth people rushed over at the same time, and the silk threads in their hands turned into thousands of thin iron drills and poked into the black ball. Each iron drill was at least ten meters long, and they were all pierced.
The black whip fell and hit the ground. The hard stone floor was smashed into pieces, and a black smoke stirred up.
He lowered his head, and the charred black fibers on the wound fell off in groups, and the new black fibers began to grow interlacedly like weaving cloth, and actually filled up the big hole in his chest in a short period of time.
Dang!
It was installed backwards, with the face facing backward. Although it was not clear under the bandage which side was the front and which was the back. The head clicked on the neck a few times before returning to the proper position.
An Zheng's heart moved and he threw Bing Po as a hidden weapon. The ice soul turned completely black in mid-air, and poked Di San's chest with a pop. With the sharpness of the ice soul, it is easy to pierce ordinary steel. But when it was stabbed into Di San's chest, it only penetrated less than a third. But after all, it was partially inserted, and the ice soul still had the power of An Zheng's cultivation. As An Zheng moved further away, the power of cultivation exploded in Di San's chest.
Only then did Du Shoushou realize that An Zheng had twin trees in two lifetimes.
He rushed forward, and the eight holy fish scales quickly rotated around his body and shook away all the iron rods. Rushing in front of Di Wu, An Zheng pushed forward with his right hand. A white ball of light the size of a fist flew out of An Zheng's hand and hit Di Wu's chest like lightning. The white light group was filled with unparalleled blazing heat, instantly burning a pit into Di Wu's chest.
The bandages wrapped on the hands of the four people in front fell apart with a pop, but there was still a hand inside, which looked like a dark tree root.
Du Shaoshou shouted from behind: "Damn it, these things are not meant to be dead!"
An Zheng's face became serious: "What kind of monster is this?"
Can't be killed!
At this time, the three men in black, No. 2, No. 4, and No. 5, discovered that the black ball was empty. They turned around sharply, just in time to see Di San's head fall to the ground. Including Di Yi, who had been standing behind, four people roared at the same time.
The second, fourth, and fifth people rushed over at the same time, and the silk threads in their hands turned into thousands of thin iron drills and poked into the black ball. Each iron drill was at least ten meters long, and they were all pierced.
Du Shoushou shouted, but just as he was about to rush forward, he was pulled back by Gu Qianye: "Idiot, don't you see that An Zheng is testing how strong these guys are?"
"I'm giving you face."
An Zheng's right hand began to glow, a ball of blazing white light.
An Zheng took a step back and stared at Di San whose head fell to the ground.
Du Shaoshou shouted from behind: "Damn it, these things are not meant to be dead!"
An Zheng shouted from the front: "Then how to kill?!"
An Zheng took a step back and stared at Di San whose head fell to the ground.
Roar!
Around An Zheng's body, a group of light green light was disappearing.
The Anran Sword is a purple-grade artifact.
Qi Liuxi's brows furrowed deeply: "These things are refined, and they should be just like refining elixirs. The physical body has been completely changed. They seem to have integrated certain characteristics of plants and certain characteristics of beasts." , anyway, it no longer belongs to humans. The only person in the Yan Kingdom who can do this is Zhuge Chouyun. The heart is absolutely fatal to humans and beasts, but after incorporating certain characteristics of plants, their hearts have changed. It doesn’t matter anymore, to be exact, they may not even have a heart anymore.”
Du Shaoshou was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"
An Zheng was forced to panic. If it were the ordinary practitioners in Tianqi Sect, they might have been killed long ago.
He just groaned and saw An Zheng appear behind the Di San who had fallen down before.
Disi rushed over from his side. As he floated forward, his large black robe floated backwards, and his bandaged arms and legs were vaguely visible. The two black iron rods on the ground were thrust toward An Zheng's heart. An Zheng dodged and the iron rods intertwined in mid-air, almost grazing An Zheng's body.
The bandages wrapped on the hands of the four people in front fell apart with a pop, but there was still a hand inside, which looked like a dark tree root.
Tie Biao failed to break through An Zheng's defense, and Di Wu was obviously stunned for a moment. Although their faces were tightly wrapped in bandages, they seemed to be able to see and hear clearly, and were more sensitive than normal people.
An Zheng shouted from the front: "Then how to kill?!"
He just groaned and saw An Zheng appear behind the Di San who had fallen down before.
Diwu let out a wail, and the threadworm-like things in his chest began to squirm violently, as if they were trying to squeeze out the light ball. But An Zheng's power of cultivation is not a physical thing, and the threadworm that can squeeze out the ice soul cannot squeeze out the power of cultivation. Countless threadworms pounced on him one after another, finally extinguishing the white light, but a shocking pit appeared on Di Wu's chest, burning almost all the way to his back.
Diwu let out a wail, and the threadworm-like things in his chest began to squirm violently, as if they were trying to squeeze out the light ball. But An Zheng's power of cultivation is not a physical thing, and the threadworm that can squeeze out the ice soul cannot squeeze out the power of cultivation. Countless threadworms pounced on him one after another, finally extinguishing the white light, but a shocking pit appeared on Di Wu's chest, burning almost all the way to his back.
An Zheng dodged back and bent his body backwards like an iron bridge, avoiding two iron drills one after another. The iron rod was dark and faint, and it reflected the cold moonlight. It didn't look like it was made of flesh. But since Qu Liuxi said that, it must make sense.
An Zheng was forced to panic. If it were the ordinary practitioners in Tianqi Sect, they might have been killed long ago.
Di Yi, who was standing behind, said in a cold voice.
So ugly, so horrific.
Just as An Zheng was observing Di San, countless black threads were densely entangled, forming a black circular net at least ten meters long, surrounding An Zheng in mid-air. Then the layer of net began to quickly become denser, and it instantly became solid as if an invisible loom was operating. A black ball of more than ten meters took shape and fell heavily from mid-air.
Di San stood up and turned to "look" at An Zheng.
"Untie your hands and kill."
Roar!
Around An Zheng's body, a group of light green light was disappearing.
But the iron drill, which was still more than ten meters away from An Zheng, suddenly flew out and was behind An Zheng in an instant.
When the two iron drills were thrust in front of An Zheng's face, a disgusting stench entered An Zheng's nose. An Zheng scratched the ground with one hand and swung backwards like a boat. At the same time, Bingpo tentatively made contact with one of the black iron drills. Ordinary magic weapons will be frozen if they are touched by the ice soul. However, after the iron drill came into contact with the ice soul, the front end of the ice soul turned black.
Di San slowly raised his head to look at An Zheng, then leaned forward and let out a roar.
Di Yi, who was standing behind, said in a cold voice.
Di San's legs seemed to be weak, and for the first time, his knees could bend. He was kneeling there as if breathing heavily. It was obvious that An Zheng's unique power of cultivation had done a lot of harm to them.
Only then did Du Shoushou realize that An Zheng had twin trees in two lifetimes.
An Zheng's heart moved and he threw Bing Po as a hidden weapon. The ice soul turned completely black in mid-air, and poked Di San's chest with a pop. With the sharpness of the ice soul, it is easy to pierce ordinary steel. But when it was stabbed into Di San's chest, it only penetrated less than a third. But after all, it was partially inserted, and the ice soul still had the power of An Zheng's cultivation. As An Zheng moved further away, the power of cultivation exploded in Di San's chest.
Di San raised his hands, and the silk threads wrapped around the light balls and pulled them out. Black silk threads were constantly burned, and new silk threads continued to rush in. In the end, more than a dozen light balls were pulled out.
Di San lowered his head and "looked" at his chest. His clothes had been blown open, and the bandages inside were also damaged. It was dark inside, as if there were many thin threadworms squirming around.
At this time, the three men in black, No. 2, No. 4, and No. 5, discovered that the black ball was empty. They turned around sharply, just in time to see Di San's head fall to the ground. Including Di Yi, who had been standing behind, four people roared at the same time.
The bandages wrapped on the hands of the four people in front fell apart with a pop, but there was still a hand inside, which looked like a dark tree root.
On the bumpy face, there are black bubbles that are constantly swelling and shrinking. Where the eyes are, there are only two slightly raised bulges left. The mouth was gone, the nose was gone, and the ears were gone. The whole face looked like it was made of black mud fished out of the stinky swamp. It was disgusting to the extreme.
Around An Zheng's body, a group of light green light was disappearing.
Can't be killed!
Just as An Zheng was observing Di San, countless black threads were densely entangled, forming a black circular net at least ten meters long, surrounding An Zheng in mid-air. Then the layer of net began to quickly become denser, and it instantly became solid as if an invisible loom was operating. A black ball of more than ten meters took shape and fell heavily from mid-air.
An Zheng shouted from the front: "Then how to kill?!"
Du Shaoshou was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"
The four people took action at the same time. Countless thin black fibers stretched out from the five fingers, and they were densely wrapped around An Zheng. An Zheng rose up, and with a wave of Di San's right hand, the scattered threads instantly formed a long black whip, which was swung towards An Zheng's back. An Zheng pushed his hands back in mid-air, and a ball of cultivation power exploded, and his body rushed forward like a cannonball.
Di San's legs seemed to be weak, and for the first time, his knees could bend. He was kneeling there as if breathing heavily. It was obvious that An Zheng's unique power of cultivation had done a lot of harm to them.
Two iron rods flew towards An Zheng, and Di Wu could actually control the iron rods from the void. After he took action, the other three men in black also took action. They stood on the outside, and the eight iron rods kept fighting against the attackers. An Zheng didn't feel good at all now. Although the scales of the holy fish were extremely strong, he felt like he was inside a solid clock, while eight sledgehammers were constantly bombarding him outside. Even if the sledgehammer cannot break the iron bell, the concussive force is enough to injure someone.
No matter how powerful these guys' bodies are, they can't stop the edge of the Anran Sword.
It was installed backwards, with the face facing backward. Although it was not clear under the bandage which side was the front and which was the back. The head clicked on the neck a few times before returning to the proper position.
He thought about the guy who said before that as a practitioner, it is speculated that in the realm of Sumeru, the combat level will increase. Then he said that there are high-level magic weapons and the combat level has been improved. In other words, the real strength of these guys is actually terrifying. They just adjust their fighting methods according to the strength of their opponents. The strength of this iron drill is more than twice as strong as before
An Zheng held the Anran Sword in his hand, and a purple sword energy more than one meter long extended from the sword like a burning tail flame. He stood behind Di San who was kneeling on the ground, and then chopped off Di San's head with a sword.
I was so angry that nothing happened.
The black whip fell and hit the ground. The hard stone floor was smashed into pieces, and a black smoke stirred up.
An Zheng discovered that the strength of these guys was actually increasing!
Can't be killed!
An Zheng shouted from the front: "Then how to kill?!"
An Zheng punched continuously in mid-air, and more than a dozen light groups as blazing as the sun shot out and hit Di San's body continuously. Those light balls were like hot iron balls placed on the snow, not only melting into Di San's body. Di San let out a scalp-numbing wailing sound that could almost tear the night sky apart.
He just groaned and saw An Zheng appear behind the Di San who had fallen down before.
He rushed forward, and the eight holy fish scales quickly rotated around his body and shook away all the iron rods. Rushing in front of Di Wu, An Zheng pushed forward with his right hand. A white ball of light the size of a fist flew out of An Zheng's hand and hit Di Wu's chest like lightning. The white light group was filled with unparalleled blazing heat, instantly burning a pit into Di Wu's chest.
Disi rushed over from his side. As he floated forward, his large black robe floated backwards, and his bandaged arms and legs were vaguely visible. The two black iron rods on the ground were thrust toward An Zheng's heart. An Zheng dodged and the iron rods intertwined in mid-air, almost grazing An Zheng's body.
The bandages wrapped on the hands of the four people in front fell apart with a pop, but there was still a hand inside, which looked like a dark tree root.
Di San raised his hands, and the silk threads wrapped around the light balls and pulled them out. Black silk threads were constantly burned, and new silk threads continued to rush in. In the end, more than a dozen light balls were pulled out.
An Zheng's heart moved and he threw Bing Po as a hidden weapon. The ice soul turned completely black in mid-air, and poked Di San's chest with a pop. With the sharpness of the ice soul, it is easy to pierce ordinary steel. But when it was stabbed into Di San's chest, it only penetrated less than a third. But after all, it was partially inserted, and the ice soul still had the power of An Zheng's cultivation. As An Zheng moved further away, the power of cultivation exploded in Di San's chest.
Disi rushed over from his side. As he floated forward, his large black robe floated backwards, and his bandaged arms and legs were vaguely visible. The two black iron rods on the ground were thrust toward An Zheng's heart. An Zheng dodged and the iron rods intertwined in mid-air, almost grazing An Zheng's body.
Di San raised his hands, and the silk threads wrapped around the light balls and pulled them out. Black silk threads were constantly burned, and new silk threads continued to rush in. In the end, more than a dozen light balls were pulled out.
The intensity is getting stronger!
An Zheng was on guard, his disgust for these things had reached its extreme. These guys can't be killed at all, and practitioners at the level of Sumeru may not even have the ability to escape. If these five guys took advantage of the darkness to sneak into Tianqi Sect, I am afraid that Tianqi Sect would have suffered heavy losses by now.
Around An Zheng's body, a group of light green light was disappearing.
Di San's legs seemed to be weak, and for the first time, his knees could bend. He was kneeling there as if breathing heavily. It was obvious that An Zheng's unique power of cultivation had done a lot of harm to them.
No matter how powerful these guys' bodies are, they can't stop the edge of the Anran Sword.
The Anran Sword is a purple-grade artifact.
Just as An Zheng was observing Di San, countless black threads were densely entangled, forming a black circular net at least ten meters long, surrounding An Zheng in mid-air. Then the layer of net began to quickly become denser, and it instantly became solid as if an invisible loom was operating. A black ball of more than ten meters took shape and fell heavily from mid-air.
Tie Biao failed to break through An Zheng's defense, and Di Wu was obviously stunned for a moment. Although their faces were tightly wrapped in bandages, they seemed to be able to see and hear clearly, and were more sensitive than normal people.
An Zheng was on guard, his disgust for these things had reached its extreme. These guys can't be killed at all, and practitioners at the level of Sumeru may not even have the ability to escape. If these five guys took advantage of the darkness to sneak into Tianqi Sect, I am afraid that Tianqi Sect would have suffered heavy losses by now.
Di San raised his hands, and the silk threads wrapped around the light balls and pulled them out. Black silk threads were constantly burned, and new silk threads continued to rush in. In the end, more than a dozen light balls were pulled out.
The four people took action at the same time. Countless thin black fibers stretched out from the five fingers, and they were densely wrapped around An Zheng. An Zheng rose up, and with a wave of Di San's right hand, the scattered threads instantly formed a long black whip, which was swung towards An Zheng's back. An Zheng pushed his hands back in mid-air, and a ball of cultivation power exploded, and his body rushed forward like a cannonball.
An Zheng punched continuously in mid-air, and more than a dozen light groups as blazing as the sun shot out and hit Di San's body continuously. Those light balls were like hot iron balls placed on the snow, not only melting into Di San's body. Di San let out a scalp-numbing wailing sound that could almost tear the night sky apart.
An Zheng was on guard, his disgust for these things had reached its extreme. These guys can't be killed at all, and practitioners at the level of Sumeru may not even have the ability to escape. If these five guys took advantage of the darkness to sneak into Tianqi Sect, I am afraid that Tianqi Sect would have suffered heavy losses by now.
The second, fourth, and fifth people rushed over at the same time, and the silk threads in their hands turned into thousands of thin iron drills and poked into the black ball. Each iron drill was at least ten meters long, and they were all pierced.
An Zheng discovered that the strength of these guys was actually increasing!
"I'm giving you face."
Two iron rods flew towards An Zheng, and Di Wu could actually control the iron rods from the void. After he took action, the other three men in black also took action. They stood on the outside, and the eight iron rods kept fighting against the attackers. An Zheng didn't feel good at all now. Although the scales of the holy fish were extremely strong, he felt like he was inside a solid clock, while eight sledgehammers were constantly bombarding him outside. Even if the sledgehammer cannot break the iron bell, the concussive force is enough to injure someone.
A second later, countless black threads protruded from Di San's neck, winding down like dense snakes, and found the fallen head at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, countless black threads protruded from the head, intertwined with the threads protruding from the neck. Then the head was pulled back and reattached to the neck with a pop.
The bandages were loosened, revealing a face that one would never forget.
Disi rushed over from his side. As he floated forward, his large black robe floated backwards, and his bandaged arms and legs were vaguely visible. The two black iron rods on the ground were thrust toward An Zheng's heart. An Zheng dodged and the iron rods intertwined in mid-air, almost grazing An Zheng's body.
It was installed backwards, with the face facing backward. Although it was not clear under the bandage which side was the front and which was the back. The head clicked on the neck a few times before returning to the proper position.
The bandages were loosened, revealing a face that one would never forget.
Du Shoushou shouted, but just as he was about to rush forward, he was pulled back by Gu Qianye: "Idiot, don't you see that An Zheng is testing how strong these guys are?"
Di San lowered his head and "looked" at his chest. His clothes had been blown open, and the bandages inside were also damaged. It was dark inside, as if there were many thin threadworms squirming around.
Dang!
An Zheng was on guard, his disgust for these things had reached its extreme. These guys can't be killed at all, and practitioners at the level of Sumeru may not even have the ability to escape. If these five guys took advantage of the darkness to sneak into Tianqi Sect, I am afraid that Tianqi Sect would have suffered heavy losses by now.
The intensity is getting stronger!
But the iron drill, which was still more than ten meters away from An Zheng, suddenly flew out and was behind An Zheng in an instant.
Du Shaoshou was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"
But the iron drill, which was still more than ten meters away from An Zheng, suddenly flew out and was behind An Zheng in an instant.
He thought about the guy who said before that as a practitioner, it is speculated that in the realm of Sumeru, the combat level will increase. Then he said that there are high-level magic weapons and the combat level has been improved. In other words, the real strength of these guys is actually terrifying. They just adjust their fighting methods according to the strength of their opponents. The strength of this iron drill is more than twice as strong as before
An Zheng discovered that the strength of these guys was actually increasing!
"Untie your hands and kill."
"Untie your hands and kill."
He just groaned and saw An Zheng appear behind the Di San who had fallen down before.
Diwu let out a wail, and the threadworm-like things in his chest began to squirm violently, as if they were trying to squeeze out the light ball. But An Zheng's power of cultivation is not a physical thing, and the threadworm that can squeeze out the ice soul cannot squeeze out the power of cultivation. Countless threadworms pounced on him one after another, finally extinguishing the white light, but a shocking pit appeared on Di Wu's chest, burning almost all the way to his back.
Sound waves that could almost be seen shot out from the tightly wrapped bandage, rippling out rapidly in circles. Obviously, An Zheng's blow completely angered him.
Around An Zheng's body, a group of light green light was disappearing.
An Zheng was on guard, his disgust for these things had reached its extreme. These guys can't be killed at all, and practitioners at the level of Sumeru may not even have the ability to escape. If these five guys took advantage of the darkness to sneak into Tianqi Sect, I am afraid that Tianqi Sect would have suffered heavy losses by now.
I was so angry that nothing happened.
"I'm giving you face."
At this time, the three men in black, No. 2, No. 4, and No. 5, discovered that the black ball was empty. They turned around sharply, just in time to see Di San's head fall to the ground. Including Di Yi, who had been standing behind, four people roared at the same time.
Around An Zheng's body, a group of light green light was disappearing.
He thought about the guy who said before that as a practitioner, it is speculated that in the realm of Sumeru, the combat level will increase. Then he said that there are high-level magic weapons and the combat level has been improved. In other words, the real strength of these guys is actually terrifying. They just adjust their fighting methods according to the strength of their opponents. The strength of this iron drill is more than twice as strong as before
Sound waves that could almost be seen shot out from the tightly wrapped bandage, rippling out rapidly in circles. Obviously, An Zheng's blow completely angered him.
Diwu let out a wail, and the threadworm-like things in his chest began to squirm violently, as if they were trying to squeeze out the light ball. But An Zheng's power of cultivation is not a physical thing, and the threadworm that can squeeze out the ice soul cannot squeeze out the power of cultivation. Countless threadworms pounced on him one after another, finally extinguishing the white light, but a shocking pit appeared on Di Wu's chest, burning almost all the way to his back.
Di San raised his hands, and the silk threads wrapped around the light balls and pulled them out. Black silk threads were constantly burned, and new silk threads continued to rush in. In the end, more than a dozen light balls were pulled out.
When the two iron drills were thrust in front of An Zheng's face, a disgusting stench entered An Zheng's nose. An Zheng scratched the ground with one hand and swung backwards like a boat. At the same time, Bingpo tentatively made contact with one of the black iron drills. Ordinary magic weapons will be frozen if they are touched by the ice soul. However, after the iron drill came into contact with the ice soul, the front end of the ice soul turned black.
An Zheng was on guard, his disgust for these things had reached its extreme. These guys can't be killed at all, and practitioners at the level of Sumeru may not even have the ability to escape. If these five guys took advantage of the darkness to sneak into Tianqi Sect, I am afraid that Tianqi Sect would have suffered heavy losses by now.
Only then did Du Shoushou realize that An Zheng had twin trees in two lifetimes.
When the two iron drills were thrust in front of An Zheng's face, a disgusting stench entered An Zheng's nose. An Zheng scratched the ground with one hand and swung backwards like a boat. At the same time, Bingpo tentatively made contact with one of the black iron drills. Ordinary magic weapons will be frozen if they are touched by the ice soul. However, after the iron drill came into contact with the ice soul, the front end of the ice soul turned black.
"Untie your hands and kill."
Di Wu roared from behind An Zheng, and then stabbed An Zheng in the air from behind. The iron hammer was obviously still more than ten meters away from An Zheng, and An Zheng didn't pay much attention to it. After all, these guys looked weird and scary, but they didn't seem to be very strong in cultivation. As long as they could avoid contact with them, there would be no problem. What An Zheng was thinking about was whether there would be a lot of these things, and he should fight for a while longer, so that he could have experience and pass it on to the people of Tianqi Sect, so that they could be prepared in the future.
An Zheng was forced to panic. If it were the ordinary practitioners in Tianqi Sect, they might have been killed long ago.
An Zheng held the Anran Sword in his hand, and a purple sword energy more than one meter long extended from the sword like a burning tail flame. He stood behind Di San who was kneeling on the ground, and then chopped off Di San's head with a sword.
He lowered his head, and the charred black fibers on the wound fell off in groups, and the new black fibers began to grow interlacedly like weaving cloth, and actually filled up the big hole in his chest in a short period of time.
Two iron rods flew towards An Zheng, and Di Wu could actually control the iron rods from the void. After he took action, the other three men in black also took action. They stood on the outside, and the eight iron rods kept fighting against the attackers. An Zheng didn't feel good at all now. Although the scales of the holy fish were extremely strong, he felt like he was inside a solid clock, while eight sledgehammers were constantly bombarding him outside. Even if the sledgehammer cannot break the iron bell, the concussive force is enough to injure someone.
But the iron drill, which was still more than ten meters away from An Zheng, suddenly flew out and was behind An Zheng in an instant.
Di Yi, who was standing behind, said in a cold voice.
The Anran Sword is a purple-grade artifact.
The bandages were loosened, revealing a face that one would never forget.
Di Wu roared from behind An Zheng, and then stabbed An Zheng in the air from behind. The iron hammer was obviously still more than ten meters away from An Zheng, and An Zheng didn't pay much attention to it. After all, these guys looked weird and scary, but they didn't seem to be very strong in cultivation. As long as they could avoid contact with them, there would be no problem. What An Zheng was thinking about was whether there would be a lot of these things, and he should fight for a while longer, so that he could have experience and pass it on to the people of Tianqi Sect, so that they could be prepared in the future.
No matter how powerful these guys' bodies are, they can't stop the edge of the Anran Sword.
Two iron rods flew towards An Zheng, and Di Wu could actually control the iron rods from the void. After he took action, the other three men in black also took action. They stood on the outside, and the eight iron rods kept fighting against the attackers. An Zheng didn't feel good at all now. Although the scales of the holy fish were extremely strong, he felt like he was inside a solid clock, while eight sledgehammers were constantly bombarding him outside. Even if the sledgehammer cannot break the iron bell, the concussive force is enough to injure someone.
Qi Liuxi's brows furrowed deeply: "These things are refined, and they should be just like refining elixirs. The physical body has been completely changed. They seem to have integrated certain characteristics of plants and certain characteristics of beasts." , anyway, it no longer belongs to humans. The only person in the Yan Kingdom who can do this is Zhuge Chouyun. The heart is absolutely fatal to humans and beasts, but after incorporating certain characteristics of plants, their hearts have changed. It doesn’t matter anymore, to be exact, they may not even have a heart anymore.”
He just groaned and saw An Zheng appear behind the Di San who had fallen down before.
Di San lowered his head and "looked" at his chest. His clothes had been blown open, and the bandages inside were also damaged. It was dark inside, as if there were many thin threadworms squirming around.
"Untie your hands and kill."
At this time, the three men in black, No. 2, No. 4, and No. 5, discovered that the black ball was empty. They turned around sharply, just in time to see Di San's head fall to the ground. Including Di Yi, who had been standing behind, four people roared at the same time.
Di Yi, who had been standing far away, seemed to smell something, or was "looking" at An Zheng carefully: "There are high-level magic weapons, and the combat level has been improved."
At this time, the three men in black, No. 2, No. 4, and No. 5, discovered that the black ball was empty. They turned around sharply, just in time to see Di San's head fall to the ground. Including Di Yi, who had been standing behind, four people roared at the same time.
The intensity is getting stronger!
But the iron drill, which was still more than ten meters away from An Zheng, suddenly flew out and was behind An Zheng in an instant.
An Zheng took a step back and stared at Di San whose head fell to the ground.
Du Shaoshou was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"
Di Yi, who was standing behind, said in a cold voice.
An Zheng held the Anran Sword in his hand, and a purple sword energy more than one meter long extended from the sword like a burning tail flame. He stood behind Di San who was kneeling on the ground, and then chopped off Di San's head with a sword.
Di Yi, who had been standing far away, seemed to smell something, or was "looking" at An Zheng carefully: "There are high-level magic weapons, and the combat level has been improved."
A second later, countless black threads protruded from Di San's neck, winding down like dense snakes, and found the fallen head at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, countless black threads protruded from the head, intertwined with the threads protruding from the neck. Then the head was pulled back and reattached to the neck with a pop.
It was installed backwards, with the face facing backward. Although it was not clear under the bandage which side was the front and which was the back. The head clicked on the neck a few times before returning to the proper position.
An Zheng dodged back and bent his body backwards like an iron bridge, avoiding two iron drills one after another. The iron rod was dark and faint, and it reflected the cold moonlight. It didn't look like it was made of flesh. But since Qu Liuxi said that, it must make sense.
Di San's legs seemed to be weak, and for the first time, his knees could bend. He was kneeling there as if breathing heavily. It was obvious that An Zheng's unique power of cultivation had done a lot of harm to them.
A second later, countless black threads protruded from Di San's neck, winding down like dense snakes, and found the fallen head at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, countless black threads protruded from the head, intertwined with the threads protruding from the neck. Then the head was pulled back and reattached to the neck with a pop.
Du Shaoshou shouted from behind: "Damn it, these things are not meant to be dead!"
I was so angry that nothing happened.
An Zheng shouted from the front: "Then how to kill?!"
"Untie your hands and kill."
Around An Zheng's body, a group of light green light was disappearing.
On the bumpy face, there are black bubbles that are constantly swelling and shrinking. Where the eyes are, there are only two slightly raised bulges left. The mouth was gone, the nose was gone, and the ears were gone. The whole face looked like it was made of black mud fished out of the stinky swamp. It was disgusting to the extreme.
It was installed backwards, with the face facing backward. Although it was not clear under the bandage which side was the front and which was the back. The head clicked on the neck a few times before returning to the proper position.
He lowered his head, and the charred black fibers on the wound fell off in groups, and the new black fibers began to grow interlacedly like weaving cloth, and actually filled up the big hole in his chest in a short period of time.
Du Shaoshou shouted from behind: "Damn it, these things are not meant to be dead!"
An Zheng discovered that the strength of these guys was actually increasing!
An Zheng's face became serious: "What kind of monster is this?"
Dang!
Di San stood up and turned to "look" at An Zheng.
Just as An Zheng was observing Di San, countless black threads were densely entangled, forming a black circular net at least ten meters long, surrounding An Zheng in mid-air. Then the layer of net began to quickly become denser, and it instantly became solid as if an invisible loom was operating. A black ball of more than ten meters took shape and fell heavily from mid-air.
An Zheng's face became serious: "What kind of monster is this?"
An Zheng's right hand began to glow, a ball of blazing white light.
He lowered his head, and the charred black fibers on the wound fell off in groups, and the new black fibers began to grow interlacedly like weaving cloth, and actually filled up the big hole in his chest in a short period of time.
Di San raised his hands, and the silk threads wrapped around the light balls and pulled them out. Black silk threads were constantly burned, and new silk threads continued to rush in. In the end, more than a dozen light balls were pulled out.
Because his neck had been cut off before, part of the bandage wrapped around his body was also broken. The broken bandages hung from his face, loosening little by little.
The black whip fell and hit the ground. The hard stone floor was smashed into pieces, and a black smoke stirred up.
Di San slowly raised his head to look at An Zheng, then leaned forward and let out a roar.
An Zheng punched continuously in mid-air, and more than a dozen light groups as blazing as the sun shot out and hit Di San's body continuously. Those light balls were like hot iron balls placed on the snow, not only melting into Di San's body. Di San let out a scalp-numbing wailing sound that could almost tear the night sky apart.
It was installed backwards, with the face facing backward. Although it was not clear under the bandage which side was the front and which was the back. The head clicked on the neck a few times before returning to the proper position.
Just as An Zheng was observing Di San, countless black threads were densely entangled, forming a black circular net at least ten meters long, surrounding An Zheng in mid-air. Then the layer of net began to quickly become denser, and it instantly became solid as if an invisible loom was operating. A black ball of more than ten meters took shape and fell heavily from mid-air.
An Zheng was on guard, his disgust for these things had reached its extreme. These guys can't be killed at all, and practitioners at the level of Sumeru may not even have the ability to escape. If these five guys took advantage of the darkness to sneak into Tianqi Sect, I am afraid that Tianqi Sect would have suffered heavy losses by now.
Di Wu roared from behind An Zheng, and then stabbed An Zheng in the air from behind. The iron hammer was obviously still more than ten meters away from An Zheng, and An Zheng didn't pay much attention to it. After all, these guys looked weird and scary, but they didn't seem to be very strong in cultivation. As long as they could avoid contact with them, there would be no problem. What An Zheng was thinking about was whether there would be a lot of these things, and he should fight for a while longer, so that he could have experience and pass it on to the people of Tianqi Sect, so that they could be prepared in the future.
The intensity is getting stronger!
"Untie your hands and kill."
An Zheng dodged back and bent his body backwards like an iron bridge, avoiding two iron drills one after another. The iron rod was dark and faint, and it reflected the cold moonlight. It didn't look like it was made of flesh. But since Qu Liuxi said that, it must make sense.
At this time, the three men in black, No. 2, No. 4, and No. 5, discovered that the black ball was empty. They turned around sharply, just in time to see Di San's head fall to the ground. Including Di Yi, who had been standing behind, four people roared at the same time.
The second, fourth, and fifth people rushed over at the same time, and the silk threads in their hands turned into thousands of thin iron drills and poked into the black ball. Each iron drill was at least ten meters long, and they were all pierced.
The bandages were loosened, revealing a face that one would never forget.
When the two iron drills were thrust in front of An Zheng's face, a disgusting stench entered An Zheng's nose. An Zheng scratched the ground with one hand and swung backwards like a boat. At the same time, Bingpo tentatively made contact with one of the black iron drills. Ordinary magic weapons will be frozen if they are touched by the ice soul. However, after the iron drill came into contact with the ice soul, the front end of the ice soul turned black.
It was installed backwards, with the face facing backward. Although it was not clear under the bandage which side was the front and which was the back. The head clicked on the neck a few times before returning to the proper position.
Du Shaoshou shouted from behind: "Damn it, these things are not meant to be dead!"
Tie Biao failed to break through An Zheng's defense, and Di Wu was obviously stunned for a moment. Although their faces were tightly wrapped in bandages, they seemed to be able to see and hear clearly, and were more sensitive than normal people.
No matter how powerful these guys' bodies are, they can't stop the edge of the Anran Sword.
So ugly, so horrific.
So ugly, so horrific.
No matter how powerful these guys' bodies are, they can't stop the edge of the Anran Sword.
An Zheng dodged back and bent his body backwards like an iron bridge, avoiding two iron drills one after another. The iron rod was dark and faint, and it reflected the cold moonlight. It didn't look like it was made of flesh. But since Qu Liuxi said that, it must make sense.
Because his neck had been cut off before, part of the bandage wrapped around his body was also broken. The broken bandages hung from his face, loosening little by little.
An Zheng's right hand began to glow, a ball of blazing white light.
Just as An Zheng was observing Di San, countless black threads were densely entangled, forming a black circular net at least ten meters long, surrounding An Zheng in mid-air. Then the layer of net began to quickly become denser, and it instantly became solid as if an invisible loom was operating. A black ball of more than ten meters took shape and fell heavily from mid-air.
Disi rushed over from his side. As he floated forward, his large black robe floated backwards, and his bandaged arms and legs were vaguely visible. The two black iron rods on the ground were thrust toward An Zheng's heart. An Zheng dodged and the iron rods intertwined in mid-air, almost grazing An Zheng's body.
On the bumpy face, there are black bubbles that are constantly swelling and shrinking. Where the eyes are, there are only two slightly raised bulges left. The mouth was gone, the nose was gone, and the ears were gone. The whole face looked like it was made of black mud fished out of the stinky swamp. It was disgusting to the extreme.
He just groaned and saw An Zheng appear behind the Di San who had fallen down before.
But the iron drill, which was still more than ten meters away from An Zheng, suddenly flew out and was behind An Zheng in an instant.