The reason why An Zheng had the confidence to challenge a third-level practitioner of the Xiaoman Realm was because he discovered that something had changed in the blood bead bracelet. And this change made An Zheng feel happy.
An Zheng stepped forward.
Wang Jianli's expression changed drastically: "Purple-grade artifact!"
Wang Jianli's sword was pointed at An Zheng. His hand was no longer as stable as before, but the sword's energy had not weakened at all. He held his forehead with one hand, gritted his teeth and rushed towards An Zheng. The invisible sword intent could not penetrate An Zheng's defense, so he could only use the physical sword to assassinate An Zheng.
An Zheng felt the precious energy on Wang Jianli's long sword. It was a gold-grade magic weapon, which was close to its peak. It was just a little short of being called the ultimate purple-gold instrument.
On the surface, nothing could be seen at all, but Wang Jianli's expression became worse and worse.
"Let you test how strong the purple fire of the Bagua Dan Furnace is!"
Wang Jianli's expression changed drastically: "Purple-grade artifact!"
Bang!
An Zheng pushed forward with both hands: "Kill!"
An Zheng's eyes sharpened and he suddenly moved forward.
It was as if the Talisman Master had drawn a stroke in mid-air, and the one-word sword was so sharp.
The sound of the Nine Nether Demon Bell rang again and again in Wang Jianli's mind, and the sound became louder each time. Wang Jianli felt that his head was about to explode. The pain could not be described in words. The sound not only gave him a splitting headache, but also the power of cultivation in his body was shocked and began to become chaotic.
Wang Jianli roared, and his voice became hoarse.
Wang Jianli's body fell down, and An Zheng put his hand on Wang Jianli's back. The red light on the blood-bead bracelet flashed, sucking out the power of cultivation that Wang Jianli had not dissipated.
His sword intention began to become violent, and each word of his sword intention was like a bolt of lightning heading straight towards An Zheng. The scales of the holy fish flew out of the blood bead bracelet automatically, and their shape also changed. The eighteen holy fish scales are divided into two groups, one group of nine. One group formed a shield and stood in front of An Zheng, blocking all the violent sword intent. The other nine scales of the holy fish formed a sharp blade like cicada wings, floating next to An Zheng.
The sword-holding practitioner standing on his left nodded: "I know."
The snatching function of the blood training beads was activated again, and Wang Jianli's aura on the long sword was finally wiped away. The brilliance of the long sword flashed and was directly sucked in by the blood training beads bracelet.
The practitioner holding the sword is named Wang Jianli, one of the most outstanding practitioners in the history of the Qingsong Sect in Zhao State. He has only practiced swordsmanship for half his life, and his sword intention is simple and direct. He is known as the one-word sword god in the world of Zhao.
On the surface, nothing could be seen at all, but Wang Jianli's expression became worse and worse.
On the surface, nothing could be seen at all, but Wang Jianli's expression became worse and worse.
[Awakening]
Wang Jianli's expression changed drastically: "Purple-grade artifact!"
"go!"
An Zheng pursed his lips and suppressed the surging blood. After all, the opponent is at the third level of Xiaoman Realm, and his power is far beyond that of a practitioner in the Desire Realm. But An Zheng is not an ordinary practitioner. Not only does he have the best magic weapon to protect his body, but he also has an abnormally abnormal body that was tempered three times in the Thunder Pond, Huang Qu Dan Furnace, and Bagua Dan Furnace. If two purple-grade artifacts and a body tempered three times still couldn't defeat Wang Jianli, then the purple-grade artifact would have little value.
The cultivator holding the sword hummed: "I killed Wang Jianli more easily than him."
A voice appeared in An Zheng's mind... [Red Sword]
With a thought in An Zheng's mind, the blood bead bracelet began to forcibly erase Wang Jianli's aura left on the sword. But Wang Jianli's strength was too strong, and he tried the blood bead bracelet three times in a row without success. However, after three times, Wang Jianli's control of the long sword was obviously not as stable as before.
As soon as An Zheng finished speaking, the purple light expanded rapidly and instantly enveloped Wang Jianli. The purple light formed a huge arc, and the two people were trapped inside like a transparent cover. Then there were bursts of ringtones that penetrated directly into Wang Jianli's ears. The ringtones were crisp, but when they entered his mind, they were like bursts of thunder!
"Open the Nine Nether Realm!"
What An Zheng had to do was block Wang Jianli's one-word sword.
A voice appeared in An Zheng's mind... [Red Sword]
Seeing that An Zheng dared to rush towards him, Wang Jianli narrowed his eyes slightly, put the index and middle fingers of his left hand together and recited a word.
He stepped out with confidence on his face: "All it takes is one sword."
"Come again!"
An Zheng pushed forward with both hands: "Kill!"
The curtain of the chariot was opened, and from the outside, an old man with white beard and hair could be seen sitting in the carriage. On the surface, this person seems to be around seventy years old. But in fact, as a veteran of the two dynasties of Zhao State, Prime Minister Zuo Sima Zhenru is already over a hundred years old. It is rumored that he is one hundred and twenty years old. In fact, even King Zhao does not know how old Sima Zhenru is.
An Zheng pushed forward with both hands: "Kill!"
With a clang, Wang Jianli's long sword pierced the scales of the holy fish. An Zheng stepped back again, and Wang Jianli pushed An Zheng forward. An Zheng's feet plowed two deep grooves on the ground. The powerful power of cultivation of the third level of Xiaoman realm is constantly bombarding the scales of the holy fish. It seems that the long sword is just touching the scales of the holy fish, but the sword energy is impacting one after another.
An Zheng felt suffocated in his chest, but his strong body allowed him to continue to persevere. The blood bead bracelet began to share the damage for him, and the gold-grade second-grade herbs in the medicine field began to evaporate, supplementing An Zheng's cultivation power.
"Leave the long sword and repair it for me!"
The sword energy around his body had already formed an aura, like an inflated balloon. An Zheng's forward movement was equivalent to popping the balloon. When the balloon pops, all the air will rush out from the breach. The aura broke open, and what rushed out was not the air flow, but Wang Jianli's one-word sword.
The space magic weapon was connected to Wang Jianli's blood. After Wang Jianli's death, the power of the blood could no longer be sustained, and the space magic weapon fell out uncontrollably.
His sword intention began to become violent, and each word of his sword intention was like a bolt of lightning heading straight towards An Zheng. The scales of the holy fish flew out of the blood bead bracelet automatically, and their shape also changed. The eighteen holy fish scales are divided into two groups, one group of nine. One group formed a shield and stood in front of An Zheng, blocking all the violent sword intent. The other nine scales of the holy fish formed a sharp blade like cicada wings, floating next to An Zheng.
Sima Zhenru said: "Your junior brother died miserably, and he also lost a cultivator in the Zhao Kingdom. After forty-eight years of practice, he is not as good as a junior. If you also lose, and he doesn't kill you, you can just commit suicide."
Sima Zhenru praised: "With young people like you in the Yan Kingdom, one day the country of Yan will definitely be superior to other countries. So... you can't live anymore."
[The Red Sword is a ninth-grade gold weapon. It is made of red crystal iron in Danxia Mountain. It was formed two hundred and thirty years ago. Red crystal iron ranks third among weapon-making materials. It is strong and fast, and is most suitable for practitioners with fire attributes.]
"go!"
It was as if the Talisman Master had drawn a stroke in mid-air, and the one-word sword was so sharp.
"Come again!"
Wang Jianli's sword was pointed at An Zheng. His hand was no longer as stable as before, but the sword's energy had not weakened at all. He held his forehead with one hand, gritted his teeth and rushed towards An Zheng. The invisible sword intent could not penetrate An Zheng's defense, so he could only use the physical sword to assassinate An Zheng.
[Awakening]
[Awakening]
The purified Nine Nether Demonic Bell appeared, and even its shape changed. In the past, the Nine Nether Devil Bells were nine bronze bells that looked rusty. However, after being purified by the purple fire of the Bagua Dan Furnace, all the rust on them disappeared, and they were as brand new as if they had returned to their original state. The pattern on the bell is clearly visible, simple and unsophisticated. As soon as the bell came out, the entire Jiuyou Realm was filled with the sound of thunder, but to An Zheng's ears, it was still the clear ringing of the bell.
An Zheng pursed his lips and suppressed the surging blood. After all, the opponent is at the third level of Xiaoman Realm, and his power is far beyond that of a practitioner in the Desire Realm. But An Zheng is not an ordinary practitioner. Not only does he have the best magic weapon to protect his body, but he also has an abnormally abnormal body that was tempered three times in the Thunder Pond, Huang Qu Dan Furnace, and Bagua Dan Furnace. If two purple-grade artifacts and a body tempered three times still couldn't defeat Wang Jianli, then the purple-grade artifact would have little value.
His sword intention began to become violent, and each word of his sword intention was like a bolt of lightning heading straight towards An Zheng. The scales of the holy fish flew out of the blood bead bracelet automatically, and their shape also changed. The eighteen holy fish scales are divided into two groups, one group of nine. One group formed a shield and stood in front of An Zheng, blocking all the violent sword intent. The other nine scales of the holy fish formed a sharp blade like cicada wings, floating next to An Zheng.
An Zheng muttered something, and then the blood bead bracelet burst out with a burst of red light. Immediately afterwards, a stream of purple air came out from the blood bead bracelet. The purple light actually faced the sword intention and went away without flinching at all.
Wang Jianli's expression changed drastically: "Purple-grade artifact!"
A cloud of blood mist exploded on the back of Wang Jianli's head, and another wave of sound waves rushed out of his head.
"Let you test how strong the purple fire of the Bagua Dan Furnace is!"
That is the power of other people's cultivation. If it is forcibly inhaled into one's own body, it will cause the two forces of cultivation to repel each other in the body, and eventually the body will explode and die.
"Open the Nine Nether Realm!"
The purified Nine Nether Demonic Bell appeared, and even its shape changed. In the past, the Nine Nether Devil Bells were nine bronze bells that looked rusty. However, after being purified by the purple fire of the Bagua Dan Furnace, all the rust on them disappeared, and they were as brand new as if they had returned to their original state. The pattern on the bell is clearly visible, simple and unsophisticated. As soon as the bell came out, the entire Jiuyou Realm was filled with the sound of thunder, but to An Zheng's ears, it was still the clear ringing of the bell.
A voice appeared in An Zheng's mind... [Red Sword]
His sword intention began to become violent, and each word of his sword intention was like a bolt of lightning heading straight towards An Zheng. The scales of the holy fish flew out of the blood bead bracelet automatically, and their shape also changed. The eighteen holy fish scales are divided into two groups, one group of nine. One group formed a shield and stood in front of An Zheng, blocking all the violent sword intent. The other nine scales of the holy fish formed a sharp blade like cicada wings, floating next to An Zheng.
As soon as An Zheng finished speaking, the purple light expanded rapidly and instantly enveloped Wang Jianli. The purple light formed a huge arc, and the two people were trapped inside like a transparent cover. Then there were bursts of ringtones that penetrated directly into Wang Jianli's ears. The ringtones were crisp, but when they entered his mind, they were like bursts of thunder!
The snatching function of the blood training beads was activated again, and Wang Jianli's aura on the long sword was finally wiped away. The brilliance of the long sword flashed and was directly sucked in by the blood training beads bracelet.
The snatching function of the blood training beads was activated again, and Wang Jianli's aura on the long sword was finally wiped away. The brilliance of the long sword flashed and was directly sucked in by the blood training beads bracelet.
An Zheng's gums were bleeding.
Wang Jianli's expression changed drastically: "Purple-grade artifact!"
An Zheng picked up the space magic weapon. He didn't have time to see what was inside, so he put it directly into the blood training bead bracelet.
The snatching function of the blood training beads was activated again, and Wang Jianli's aura on the long sword was finally wiped away. The brilliance of the long sword flashed and was directly sucked in by the blood training beads bracelet.
Sima Zhenru praised: "With young people like you in the Yan Kingdom, one day the country of Yan will definitely be superior to other countries. So... you can't live anymore."
An Zheng's gums were bleeding.
Wang Jianli's expression changed drastically: "Purple-grade artifact!"
As soon as An Zheng finished speaking, the purple light expanded rapidly and instantly enveloped Wang Jianli. The purple light formed a huge arc, and the two people were trapped inside like a transparent cover. Then there were bursts of ringtones that penetrated directly into Wang Jianli's ears. The ringtones were crisp, but when they entered his mind, they were like bursts of thunder!
An Zheng pushed forward with both hands: "Kill!"
"It's amazing. The world is indeed the world for you young people. I have long heard that a young genius came out of the Yan Kingdom. Not only did he turn the tide to protect the country of Yan, but he also had amazing talents in cultivation. Mr. An Guo, you really impressed me today. The old man was impressed."
"It's amazing. The world is indeed the world for you young people. I have long heard that a young genius came out of the Yan Kingdom. Not only did he turn the tide to protect the country of Yan, but he also had amazing talents in cultivation. Mr. An Guo, you really impressed me today. The old man was impressed."
Wang Jianli roared, and his voice became hoarse.
"Let you test how strong the purple fire of the Bagua Dan Furnace is!"
The purified Nine Nether Demonic Bell appeared, and even its shape changed. In the past, the Nine Nether Devil Bells were nine bronze bells that looked rusty. However, after being purified by the purple fire of the Bagua Dan Furnace, all the rust on them disappeared, and they were as brand new as if they had returned to their original state. The pattern on the bell is clearly visible, simple and unsophisticated. As soon as the bell came out, the entire Jiuyou Realm was filled with the sound of thunder, but to An Zheng's ears, it was still the clear ringing of the bell.
"Get out of my head!"
It seems that An Zheng is fighting alone, challenging a strong man who is a level higher than himself with the strength of the seventh level of the Realm of Prisoner of Desire. But in fact, An Zheng seemed to have a strong and well-coordinated team around him.
Wang Jianli's sword was pointed at An Zheng. His hand was no longer as stable as before, but the sword's energy had not weakened at all. He held his forehead with one hand, gritted his teeth and rushed towards An Zheng. The invisible sword intent could not penetrate An Zheng's defense, so he could only use the physical sword to assassinate An Zheng.
Wang Jianli's body fell down, and An Zheng put his hand on Wang Jianli's back. The red light on the blood-bead bracelet flashed, sucking out the power of cultivation that Wang Jianli had not dissipated.
The reason why An Zheng had the confidence to challenge a third-level practitioner of the Xiaoman Realm was because he discovered that something had changed in the blood bead bracelet. And this change made An Zheng feel happy.
The reason why An Zheng had the confidence to challenge a third-level practitioner of the Xiaoman Realm was because he discovered that something had changed in the blood bead bracelet. And this change made An Zheng feel happy.
In an instant, Wang Jianli's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. He never thought that the other party actually possessed a purple-grade artifact.
An Zheng picked up the space magic weapon. He didn't have time to see what was inside, so he put it directly into the blood training bead bracelet.
Wang Jianli felt that his head was about to explode. The sound waves bombarded his mind continuously, making him almost crazy. There was a lump on his forehead, but then it burst open, and a stream of blood spurted out from inside. Then sound waves visible to the naked eye were ejected from his brain. Originally, the sound waves were invisible, but the sound waves with blood could be seen clearly. Circles of red ripples rushed out of his mind. After Wang Jianli let out a wailing cry, he finally lost control of the long sword in his hand and fell down.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
As soon as An Zheng finished speaking, the purple light expanded rapidly and instantly enveloped Wang Jianli. The purple light formed a huge arc, and the two people were trapped inside like a transparent cover. Then there were bursts of ringtones that penetrated directly into Wang Jianli's ears. The ringtones were crisp, but when they entered his mind, they were like bursts of thunder!
As for the materials for making weapons, the first one recognized in the world is of course the star-patterned meteorite iron, the second-ranked one is the large Venus dragon-patterned steel, and the third-ranked one is this red tempered crystal iron. Unlike star-patterned meteorite iron and large Venus dragon-patterned steel, red crystal iron is not meteorite iron, but a unique substance from Danxia Mountain. It is rumored that in the past five hundred years, the amount of red crystal iron found in Danxia Mountain does not exceed one hundred kilograms. And this Chi Lian sword weighs at least a hundred pounds, which means that it took five hundred years of production to make only this sword.
There is a huge gap between the cultivation realms of the two people. However, after An Zheng defeated the seventh-grade prisoner of desire, the power of the purple-grade artifact that he could exert was also different from what it was before. Why can’t the value of a purple-grade artifact be estimated? It's because of its heaven-defying ability. Of course, if you have a low-level purple-grade artifact, you will not be able to exert its huge power, but An Zheng's current level can already allow the purple-grade artifact to show its power.
The curtain of the chariot was opened, and from the outside, an old man with white beard and hair could be seen sitting in the carriage. On the surface, this person seems to be around seventy years old. But in fact, as a veteran of the two dynasties of Zhao State, Prime Minister Zuo Sima Zhenru is already over a hundred years old. It is rumored that he is one hundred and twenty years old. In fact, even King Zhao does not know how old Sima Zhenru is.
"Come again!"
It seems that An Zheng is fighting alone, challenging a strong man who is a level higher than himself with the strength of the seventh level of the Realm of Prisoner of Desire. But in fact, An Zheng seemed to have a strong and well-coordinated team around him.
On the surface, nothing could be seen at all, but Wang Jianli's expression became worse and worse.
On the surface, nothing could be seen at all, but Wang Jianli's expression became worse and worse.
He stepped out with confidence on his face: "All it takes is one sword."
"The sword is good."
Wang Jianli's body fell down, and An Zheng put his hand on Wang Jianli's back. The red light on the blood-bead bracelet flashed, sucking out the power of cultivation that Wang Jianli had not dissipated.
He stepped out with confidence on his face: "All it takes is one sword."
Bang!
The practitioner holding the sword is named Wang Jianli, one of the most outstanding practitioners in the history of the Qingsong Sect in Zhao State. He has only practiced swordsmanship for half his life, and his sword intention is simple and direct. He is known as the one-word sword god in the world of Zhao.
Wang Jianli's sword was pointed at An Zheng. His hand was no longer as stable as before, but the sword's energy had not weakened at all. He held his forehead with one hand, gritted his teeth and rushed towards An Zheng. The invisible sword intent could not penetrate An Zheng's defense, so he could only use the physical sword to assassinate An Zheng.
"Get out of my head!"
An Zheng's eyes sharpened and he suddenly moved forward.
His sword intention began to become violent, and each word of his sword intention was like a bolt of lightning heading straight towards An Zheng. The scales of the holy fish flew out of the blood bead bracelet automatically, and their shape also changed. The eighteen holy fish scales are divided into two groups, one group of nine. One group formed a shield and stood in front of An Zheng, blocking all the violent sword intent. The other nine scales of the holy fish formed a sharp blade like cicada wings, floating next to An Zheng.
The sword-holding practitioner standing on his left nodded: "I know."
"go!"
An Zheng pursed his lips and suppressed the surging blood. After all, the opponent is at the third level of Xiaoman Realm, and his power is far beyond that of a practitioner in the Desire Realm. But An Zheng is not an ordinary practitioner. Not only does he have the best magic weapon to protect his body, but he also has an abnormally abnormal body that was tempered three times in the Thunder Pond, Huang Qu Dan Furnace, and Bagua Dan Furnace. If two purple-grade artifacts and a body tempered three times still couldn't defeat Wang Jianli, then the purple-grade artifact would have little value.
Bang!
Wang Jianli roared, and his voice became hoarse.
With a thought in An Zheng's mind, the blood bead bracelet began to forcibly erase Wang Jianli's aura left on the sword. But Wang Jianli's strength was too strong, and he tried the blood bead bracelet three times in a row without success. However, after three times, Wang Jianli's control of the long sword was obviously not as stable as before.
"go!"
That is the power of other people's cultivation. If it is forcibly inhaled into one's own body, it will cause the two forces of cultivation to repel each other in the body, and eventually the body will explode and die.
His sword intention began to become violent, and each word of his sword intention was like a bolt of lightning heading straight towards An Zheng. The scales of the holy fish flew out of the blood bead bracelet automatically, and their shape also changed. The eighteen holy fish scales are divided into two groups, one group of nine. One group formed a shield and stood in front of An Zheng, blocking all the violent sword intent. The other nine scales of the holy fish formed a sharp blade like cicada wings, floating next to An Zheng.
Wang Jianli felt that his head was about to explode. The sound waves bombarded his mind continuously, making him almost crazy. There was a lump on his forehead, but then it burst open, and a stream of blood spurted out from inside. Then sound waves visible to the naked eye were ejected from his brain. Originally, the sound waves were invisible, but the sound waves with blood could be seen clearly. Circles of red ripples rushed out of his mind. After Wang Jianli let out a wailing cry, he finally lost control of the long sword in his hand and fell down.
He stepped out with confidence on his face: "All it takes is one sword."
boom! boom! boom!
"Let you test how strong the purple fire of the Bagua Dan Furnace is!"
As soon as An Zheng finished speaking, the purple light expanded rapidly and instantly enveloped Wang Jianli. The purple light formed a huge arc, and the two people were trapped inside like a transparent cover. Then there were bursts of ringtones that penetrated directly into Wang Jianli's ears. The ringtones were crisp, but when they entered his mind, they were like bursts of thunder!
An Zheng's eyes sharpened and he suddenly moved forward.
boom!
He raised his head and looked at the chariot in the distance. The murderous intent on the chariot was even stronger than before.
"It's amazing. The world is indeed the world for you young people. I have long heard that a young genius came out of the Yan Kingdom. Not only did he turn the tide to protect the country of Yan, but he also had amazing talents in cultivation. Mr. An Guo, you really impressed me today. The old man was impressed."
The sound of the Nine Nether Demon Bell rang again and again in Wang Jianli's mind, and the sound became louder each time. Wang Jianli felt that his head was about to explode. The pain could not be described in words. The sound not only gave him a splitting headache, but also the power of cultivation in his body was shocked and began to become chaotic.
Wang Jianli felt that his head was about to explode. The sound waves bombarded his mind continuously, making him almost crazy. There was a lump on his forehead, but then it burst open, and a stream of blood spurted out from inside. Then sound waves visible to the naked eye were ejected from his brain. Originally, the sound waves were invisible, but the sound waves with blood could be seen clearly. Circles of red ripples rushed out of his mind. After Wang Jianli let out a wailing cry, he finally lost control of the long sword in his hand and fell down.
"Let you test how strong the purple fire of the Bagua Dan Furnace is!"
A word of sword intent struck the scales of the holy fish in front of An Zheng, and An Zheng's body involuntarily took a few steps back. The steps were extremely heavy, and every step out left a deep pit in the ground.
What An Zheng had to do was block Wang Jianli's one-word sword.
"The sword is good."
"The elementary level of the third level of Xiaoman Realm is really good enough!"
Wang Jianli felt that his head was about to explode. The sound waves bombarded his mind continuously, making him almost crazy. There was a lump on his forehead, but then it burst open, and a stream of blood spurted out from inside. Then sound waves visible to the naked eye were ejected from his brain. Originally, the sound waves were invisible, but the sound waves with blood could be seen clearly. Circles of red ripples rushed out of his mind. After Wang Jianli let out a wailing cry, he finally lost control of the long sword in his hand and fell down.
Wang Jianli's body fell down, and An Zheng put his hand on Wang Jianli's back. The red light on the blood-bead bracelet flashed, sucking out the power of cultivation that Wang Jianli had not dissipated.
The curtain of the chariot was opened, and from the outside, an old man with white beard and hair could be seen sitting in the carriage. On the surface, this person seems to be around seventy years old. But in fact, as a veteran of the two dynasties of Zhao State, Prime Minister Zuo Sima Zhenru is already over a hundred years old. It is rumored that he is one hundred and twenty years old. In fact, even King Zhao does not know how old Sima Zhenru is.
An Zheng pursed his lips and suppressed the surging blood. After all, the opponent is at the third level of Xiaoman Realm, and his power is far beyond that of a practitioner in the Desire Realm. But An Zheng is not an ordinary practitioner. Not only does he have the best magic weapon to protect his body, but he also has an abnormally abnormal body that was tempered three times in the Thunder Pond, Huang Qu Dan Furnace, and Bagua Dan Furnace. If two purple-grade artifacts and a body tempered three times still couldn't defeat Wang Jianli, then the purple-grade artifact would have little value.
It seems that An Zheng is fighting alone, challenging a strong man who is a level higher than himself with the strength of the seventh level of the Realm of Prisoner of Desire. But in fact, An Zheng seemed to have a strong and well-coordinated team around him.
It was as if the Talisman Master had drawn a stroke in mid-air, and the one-word sword was so sharp.
What An Zheng had to do was block Wang Jianli's one-word sword.
"Get out of my head!"
What An Zheng had to do was block Wang Jianli's one-word sword.
He raised his head and looked at the chariot in the distance. The murderous intent on the chariot was even stronger than before.
He raised his head and looked at the chariot in the distance. The murderous intent on the chariot was even stronger than before.
"Let you test how strong the purple fire of the Bagua Dan Furnace is!"
What An Zheng was enduring was exactly what Wang Jianli was enduring.
A word of sword intent struck the scales of the holy fish in front of An Zheng, and An Zheng's body involuntarily took a few steps back. The steps were extremely heavy, and every step out left a deep pit in the ground.
"Come again!"
That is the power of other people's cultivation. If it is forcibly inhaled into one's own body, it will cause the two forces of cultivation to repel each other in the body, and eventually the body will explode and die.
"The elementary level of the third level of Xiaoman Realm is really good enough!"
"Come again!"
The practitioner holding the sword is named Wang Jianli, one of the most outstanding practitioners in the history of the Qingsong Sect in Zhao State. He has only practiced swordsmanship for half his life, and his sword intention is simple and direct. He is known as the one-word sword god in the world of Zhao.
The sword-holding practitioner standing on his left nodded: "I know."
It seems that An Zheng is fighting alone, challenging a strong man who is a level higher than himself with the strength of the seventh level of the Realm of Prisoner of Desire. But in fact, An Zheng seemed to have a strong and well-coordinated team around him.
The sound of the Nine Nether Demon Bell rang again and again in Wang Jianli's mind, and the sound became louder each time. Wang Jianli felt that his head was about to explode. The pain could not be described in words. The sound not only gave him a splitting headache, but also the power of cultivation in his body was shocked and began to become chaotic.
"Open the Nine Nether Realm!"
"Leave the long sword and repair it for me!"
"Come again!"
What An Zheng was enduring was exactly what Wang Jianli was enduring.
The sword energy around his body had already formed an aura, like an inflated balloon. An Zheng's forward movement was equivalent to popping the balloon. When the balloon pops, all the air will rush out from the breach. The aura broke open, and what rushed out was not the air flow, but Wang Jianli's one-word sword.
A burst of applause came from the chariot, which seemed to be sarcastic.
The space magic weapon was connected to Wang Jianli's blood. After Wang Jianli's death, the power of the blood could no longer be sustained, and the space magic weapon fell out uncontrollably.
An Zheng pursed his lips and suppressed the surging blood. After all, the opponent is at the third level of Xiaoman Realm, and his power is far beyond that of a practitioner in the Desire Realm. But An Zheng is not an ordinary practitioner. Not only does he have the best magic weapon to protect his body, but he also has an abnormally abnormal body that was tempered three times in the Thunder Pond, Huang Qu Dan Furnace, and Bagua Dan Furnace. If two purple-grade artifacts and a body tempered three times still couldn't defeat Wang Jianli, then the purple-grade artifact would have little value.
The sword-holding practitioner standing on his left nodded: "I know."
A word of sword intent struck the scales of the holy fish in front of An Zheng, and An Zheng's body involuntarily took a few steps back. The steps were extremely heavy, and every step out left a deep pit in the ground.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
An Zheng stepped forward.
He stepped out with confidence on his face: "All it takes is one sword."
The purified Nine Nether Demonic Bell appeared, and even its shape changed. In the past, the Nine Nether Devil Bells were nine bronze bells that looked rusty. However, after being purified by the purple fire of the Bagua Dan Furnace, all the rust on them disappeared, and they were as brand new as if they had returned to their original state. The pattern on the bell is clearly visible, simple and unsophisticated. As soon as the bell came out, the entire Jiuyou Realm was filled with the sound of thunder, but to An Zheng's ears, it was still the clear ringing of the bell.
It seems that An Zheng is fighting alone, challenging a strong man who is a level higher than himself with the strength of the seventh level of the Realm of Prisoner of Desire. But in fact, An Zheng seemed to have a strong and well-coordinated team around him.
Wang Jianli felt that his head was about to explode. The sound waves bombarded his mind continuously, making him almost crazy. There was a lump on his forehead, but then it burst open, and a stream of blood spurted out from inside. Then sound waves visible to the naked eye were ejected from his brain. Originally, the sound waves were invisible, but the sound waves with blood could be seen clearly. Circles of red ripples rushed out of his mind. After Wang Jianli let out a wailing cry, he finally lost control of the long sword in his hand and fell down.
Wang Jianli roared, and his voice became hoarse.
An Zheng felt the precious energy on Wang Jianli's long sword. It was a gold-grade magic weapon, which was close to its peak. It was just a little short of being called the ultimate purple-gold instrument.
Wang Jianli's sword was pointed at An Zheng. His hand was no longer as stable as before, but the sword's energy had not weakened at all. He held his forehead with one hand, gritted his teeth and rushed towards An Zheng. The invisible sword intent could not penetrate An Zheng's defense, so he could only use the physical sword to assassinate An Zheng.
The curtain of the chariot was opened, and from the outside, an old man with white beard and hair could be seen sitting in the carriage. On the surface, this person seems to be around seventy years old. But in fact, as a veteran of the two dynasties of Zhao State, Prime Minister Zuo Sima Zhenru is already over a hundred years old. It is rumored that he is one hundred and twenty years old. In fact, even King Zhao does not know how old Sima Zhenru is.
His sword intention began to become violent, and each word of his sword intention was like a bolt of lightning heading straight towards An Zheng. The scales of the holy fish flew out of the blood bead bracelet automatically, and their shape also changed. The eighteen holy fish scales are divided into two groups, one group of nine. One group formed a shield and stood in front of An Zheng, blocking all the violent sword intent. The other nine scales of the holy fish formed a sharp blade like cicada wings, floating next to An Zheng.
"There are talents in every generation."
He stretched out his hand from the chariot and pointed at An Zheng: "Kill him, and his head will hang on the ruins of Song City. I came out very urgently this time. I have to rush to Fang Gucheng to see the man named Mu Qidao." "Little Yan King."
As for the materials for making weapons, the first one recognized in the world is of course the star-patterned meteorite iron, the second-ranked one is the large Venus dragon-patterned steel, and the third-ranked one is this red tempered crystal iron. Unlike star-patterned meteorite iron and large Venus dragon-patterned steel, red crystal iron is not meteorite iron, but a unique substance from Danxia Mountain. It is rumored that in the past five hundred years, the amount of red crystal iron found in Danxia Mountain does not exceed one hundred kilograms. And this Chi Lian sword weighs at least a hundred pounds, which means that it took five hundred years of production to make only this sword.
Bang!
Wang Jianli roared, and his voice became hoarse.
The sword energy around his body had already formed an aura, like an inflated balloon. An Zheng's forward movement was equivalent to popping the balloon. When the balloon pops, all the air will rush out from the breach. The aura broke open, and what rushed out was not the air flow, but Wang Jianli's one-word sword.
With a clang, Wang Jianli's long sword pierced the scales of the holy fish. An Zheng stepped back again, and Wang Jianli pushed An Zheng forward. An Zheng's feet plowed two deep grooves on the ground. The powerful power of cultivation of the third level of Xiaoman realm is constantly bombarding the scales of the holy fish. It seems that the long sword is just touching the scales of the holy fish, but the sword energy is impacting one after another.
An Zheng felt suffocated in his chest, but his strong body allowed him to continue to persevere. The blood bead bracelet began to share the damage for him, and the gold-grade second-grade herbs in the medicine field began to evaporate, supplementing An Zheng's cultivation power.
The sword-holding practitioner standing on his left nodded: "I know."
"Let you test how strong the purple fire of the Bagua Dan Furnace is!"
On the surface, nothing could be seen at all, but Wang Jianli's expression became worse and worse.
Wang Jianli felt that his head was about to explode. The sound waves bombarded his mind continuously, making him almost crazy. There was a lump on his forehead, but then it burst open, and a stream of blood spurted out from inside. Then sound waves visible to the naked eye were ejected from his brain. Originally, the sound waves were invisible, but the sound waves with blood could be seen clearly. Circles of red ripples rushed out of his mind. After Wang Jianli let out a wailing cry, he finally lost control of the long sword in his hand and fell down.
Wang Jianli roared, and his voice became hoarse.
His sword intention began to become violent, and each word of his sword intention was like a bolt of lightning heading straight towards An Zheng. The scales of the holy fish flew out of the blood bead bracelet automatically, and their shape also changed. The eighteen holy fish scales are divided into two groups, one group of nine. One group formed a shield and stood in front of An Zheng, blocking all the violent sword intent. The other nine scales of the holy fish formed a sharp blade like cicada wings, floating next to An Zheng.
With a thought in An Zheng's mind, the blood bead bracelet began to forcibly erase Wang Jianli's aura left on the sword. But Wang Jianli's strength was too strong, and he tried the blood bead bracelet three times in a row without success. However, after three times, Wang Jianli's control of the long sword was obviously not as stable as before.
An Zheng felt suffocated in his chest, but his strong body allowed him to continue to persevere. The blood bead bracelet began to share the damage for him, and the gold-grade second-grade herbs in the medicine field began to evaporate, supplementing An Zheng's cultivation power.
boom! boom! boom!
An Zheng felt the precious energy on Wang Jianli's long sword. It was a gold-grade magic weapon, which was close to its peak. It was just a little short of being called the ultimate purple-gold instrument.
A word of sword intent struck the scales of the holy fish in front of An Zheng, and An Zheng's body involuntarily took a few steps back. The steps were extremely heavy, and every step out left a deep pit in the ground.
An Zheng pushed forward with both hands: "Kill!"
It seems that An Zheng is fighting alone, challenging a strong man who is a level higher than himself with the strength of the seventh level of the Realm of Prisoner of Desire. But in fact, An Zheng seemed to have a strong and well-coordinated team around him.
The cultivator holding the sword hummed: "I killed Wang Jianli more easily than him."
The sound of the Nine Nether Demon Bell rang again and again in Wang Jianli's mind, and the sound became louder each time. Wang Jianli felt that his head was about to explode. The pain could not be described in words. The sound not only gave him a splitting headache, but also the power of cultivation in his body was shocked and began to become chaotic.
The practitioner holding the sword is named Wang Jianli, one of the most outstanding practitioners in the history of the Qingsong Sect in Zhao State. He has only practiced swordsmanship for half his life, and his sword intention is simple and direct. He is known as the one-word sword god in the world of Zhao.
A burst of applause came from the chariot, which seemed to be sarcastic.
After the Nine Nether Demon Bell passed through the essence of the Bagua Dan Furnace, its power became even more domineering than before. Once the ringtone enters the enemy's mind, unless the enemy is really strong enough to fight against the purple-grade artifact, there will be no way to get rid of this interference. Even a practitioner who is stronger than Wang Jianli may not be directly blown to pieces by the sound waves, but he will definitely be distracted and will definitely use a large part of his cultivation power to resist such ringing. In a decisive battle between masters, everyone knows what it means if one gets distracted.
An Zheng felt the precious energy on Wang Jianli's long sword. It was a gold-grade magic weapon, which was close to its peak. It was just a little short of being called the ultimate purple-gold instrument.
He stretched out his hand from the chariot and pointed at An Zheng: "Kill him, and his head will hang on the ruins of Song City. I came out very urgently this time. I have to rush to Fang Gucheng to see the man named Mu Qidao." "Little Yan King."
An Zheng's gums were bleeding.
He stretched out his hand from the chariot and pointed at An Zheng: "Kill him, and his head will hang on the ruins of Song City. I came out very urgently this time. I have to rush to Fang Gucheng to see the man named Mu Qidao." "Little Yan King."
But he knew that Wang Jianli was suffering more than him. The distance between the two of them was already very close, and An Zheng could clearly see the bloodshot eyes in Wang Jianli's eyes.
[Awakening]
A burst of applause came from the chariot, which seemed to be sarcastic.
Seeing that An Zheng dared to rush towards him, Wang Jianli narrowed his eyes slightly, put the index and middle fingers of his left hand together and recited a word.
That is the power of other people's cultivation. If it is forcibly inhaled into one's own body, it will cause the two forces of cultivation to repel each other in the body, and eventually the body will explode and die.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
Wang Jianli roared, and his voice became hoarse.
But he knew that Wang Jianli was suffering more than him. The distance between the two of them was already very close, and An Zheng could clearly see the bloodshot eyes in Wang Jianli's eyes.
The purified Nine Nether Demonic Bell appeared, and even its shape changed. In the past, the Nine Nether Devil Bells were nine bronze bells that looked rusty. However, after being purified by the purple fire of the Bagua Dan Furnace, all the rust on them disappeared, and they were as brand new as if they had returned to their original state. The pattern on the bell is clearly visible, simple and unsophisticated. As soon as the bell came out, the entire Jiuyou Realm was filled with the sound of thunder, but to An Zheng's ears, it was still the clear ringing of the bell.
"Come again!"
"The sword is good."
What An Zheng was enduring was exactly what Wang Jianli was enduring.
The sound of the Nine Nether Demon Bell rang again and again in Wang Jianli's mind, and the sound became louder each time. Wang Jianli felt that his head was about to explode. The pain could not be described in words. The sound not only gave him a splitting headache, but also the power of cultivation in his body was shocked and began to become chaotic.
"Come again!"
An Zheng stepped forward.
With a clang, Wang Jianli's long sword pierced the scales of the holy fish. An Zheng stepped back again, and Wang Jianli pushed An Zheng forward. An Zheng's feet plowed two deep grooves on the ground. The powerful power of cultivation of the third level of Xiaoman realm is constantly bombarding the scales of the holy fish. It seems that the long sword is just touching the scales of the holy fish, but the sword energy is impacting one after another.
"Let you test how strong the purple fire of the Bagua Dan Furnace is!"
An Zheng felt the precious energy on Wang Jianli's long sword. It was a gold-grade magic weapon, which was close to its peak. It was just a little short of being called the ultimate purple-gold instrument.
Wang Jianli roared, and his voice became hoarse.
Wang Jianli's body fell down, and An Zheng put his hand on Wang Jianli's back. The red light on the blood-bead bracelet flashed, sucking out the power of cultivation that Wang Jianli had not dissipated.
"Open the Nine Nether Realm!"
Sima Zhenru said: "Your junior brother died miserably, and he also lost a cultivator in the Zhao Kingdom. After forty-eight years of practice, he is not as good as a junior. If you also lose, and he doesn't kill you, you can just commit suicide."
The curtain of the chariot was opened, and from the outside, an old man with white beard and hair could be seen sitting in the carriage. On the surface, this person seems to be around seventy years old. But in fact, as a veteran of the two dynasties of Zhao State, Prime Minister Zuo Sima Zhenru is already over a hundred years old. It is rumored that he is one hundred and twenty years old. In fact, even King Zhao does not know how old Sima Zhenru is.
A voice appeared in An Zheng's mind... [Red Sword]
"It's amazing. The world is indeed the world for you young people. I have long heard that a young genius came out of the Yan Kingdom. Not only did he turn the tide to protect the country of Yan, but he also had amazing talents in cultivation. Mr. An Guo, you really impressed me today. The old man was impressed."
The snatching function of the blood training beads was activated again, and Wang Jianli's aura on the long sword was finally wiped away. The brilliance of the long sword flashed and was directly sucked in by the blood training beads bracelet.
"Leave the long sword and repair it for me!"
"Open the Nine Nether Realm!"
[Awakening]
With a thought in An Zheng's mind, the blood bead bracelet began to forcibly erase Wang Jianli's aura left on the sword. But Wang Jianli's strength was too strong, and he tried the blood bead bracelet three times in a row without success. However, after three times, Wang Jianli's control of the long sword was obviously not as stable as before.
"go!"
An Zheng pursed his lips and suppressed the surging blood. After all, the opponent is at the third level of Xiaoman Realm, and his power is far beyond that of a practitioner in the Desire Realm. But An Zheng is not an ordinary practitioner. Not only does he have the best magic weapon to protect his body, but he also has an abnormally abnormal body that was tempered three times in the Thunder Pond, Huang Qu Dan Furnace, and Bagua Dan Furnace. If two purple-grade artifacts and a body tempered three times still couldn't defeat Wang Jianli, then the purple-grade artifact would have little value.
But he knew that Wang Jianli was suffering more than him. The distance between the two of them was already very close, and An Zheng could clearly see the bloodshot eyes in Wang Jianli's eyes.
A voice appeared in An Zheng's mind... [Red Sword]
As for the materials for making weapons, the first one recognized in the world is of course the star-patterned meteorite iron, the second-ranked one is the large Venus dragon-patterned steel, and the third-ranked one is this red tempered crystal iron. Unlike star-patterned meteorite iron and large Venus dragon-patterned steel, red crystal iron is not meteorite iron, but a unique substance from Danxia Mountain. It is rumored that in the past five hundred years, the amount of red crystal iron found in Danxia Mountain does not exceed one hundred kilograms. And this Chi Lian sword weighs at least a hundred pounds, which means that it took five hundred years of production to make only this sword.
The purified Nine Nether Demonic Bell appeared, and even its shape changed. In the past, the Nine Nether Devil Bells were nine bronze bells that looked rusty. However, after being purified by the purple fire of the Bagua Dan Furnace, all the rust on them disappeared, and they were as brand new as if they had returned to their original state. The pattern on the bell is clearly visible, simple and unsophisticated. As soon as the bell came out, the entire Jiuyou Realm was filled with the sound of thunder, but to An Zheng's ears, it was still the clear ringing of the bell.
boom! boom! boom!
"There are talents in every generation."
Wang Jianli roared, and his voice became hoarse.
Wang Jianli's expression changed drastically: "Purple-grade artifact!"
[The Red Sword is a ninth-grade gold weapon. It is made of red crystal iron in Danxia Mountain. It was formed two hundred and thirty years ago. Red crystal iron ranks third among weapon-making materials. It is strong and fast, and is most suitable for practitioners with fire attributes.]
With a clang, Wang Jianli's long sword pierced the scales of the holy fish. An Zheng stepped back again, and Wang Jianli pushed An Zheng forward. An Zheng's feet plowed two deep grooves on the ground. The powerful power of cultivation of the third level of Xiaoman realm is constantly bombarding the scales of the holy fish. It seems that the long sword is just touching the scales of the holy fish, but the sword energy is impacting one after another.
An Zheng's gums were bleeding.
Wang Jianli felt that his head was about to explode. The sound waves bombarded his mind continuously, making him almost crazy. There was a lump on his forehead, but then it burst open, and a stream of blood spurted out from inside. Then sound waves visible to the naked eye were ejected from his brain. Originally, the sound waves were invisible, but the sound waves with blood could be seen clearly. Circles of red ripples rushed out of his mind. After Wang Jianli let out a wailing cry, he finally lost control of the long sword in his hand and fell down.
An Zheng picked up the space magic weapon. He didn't have time to see what was inside, so he put it directly into the blood training bead bracelet.
But he knew that Wang Jianli was suffering more than him. The distance between the two of them was already very close, and An Zheng could clearly see the bloodshot eyes in Wang Jianli's eyes.
The snatching function of the blood training beads was activated again, and Wang Jianli's aura on the long sword was finally wiped away. The brilliance of the long sword flashed and was directly sucked in by the blood training beads bracelet.
He stepped out with confidence on his face: "All it takes is one sword."
"Leave the long sword and repair it for me!"
What An Zheng was enduring was exactly what Wang Jianli was enduring.
An Zheng muttered something, and then the blood bead bracelet burst out with a burst of red light. Immediately afterwards, a stream of purple air came out from the blood bead bracelet. The purple light actually faced the sword intention and went away without flinching at all.
He raised his head and looked at the chariot in the distance. The murderous intent on the chariot was even stronger than before.
"It's amazing. The world is indeed the world for you young people. I have long heard that a young genius came out of the Yan Kingdom. Not only did he turn the tide to protect the country of Yan, but he also had amazing talents in cultivation. Mr. An Guo, you really impressed me today. The old man was impressed."
boom! boom! boom!
"go!"
A voice appeared in An Zheng's mind... [Red Sword]
The purified Nine Nether Demonic Bell appeared, and even its shape changed. In the past, the Nine Nether Devil Bells were nine bronze bells that looked rusty. However, after being purified by the purple fire of the Bagua Dan Furnace, all the rust on them disappeared, and they were as brand new as if they had returned to their original state. The pattern on the bell is clearly visible, simple and unsophisticated. As soon as the bell came out, the entire Jiuyou Realm was filled with the sound of thunder, but to An Zheng's ears, it was still the clear ringing of the bell.
An Zheng muttered something, and then the blood bead bracelet burst out with a burst of red light. Immediately afterwards, a stream of purple air came out from the blood bead bracelet. The purple light actually faced the sword intention and went away without flinching at all.
Wang Jianli roared, and his voice became hoarse.
With a thought in An Zheng's mind, the blood bead bracelet began to forcibly erase Wang Jianli's aura left on the sword. But Wang Jianli's strength was too strong, and he tried the blood bead bracelet three times in a row without success. However, after three times, Wang Jianli's control of the long sword was obviously not as stable as before.
boom! boom! boom!
He stretched out his hand from the chariot and pointed at An Zheng: "Kill him, and his head will hang on the ruins of Song City. I came out very urgently this time. I have to rush to Fang Gucheng to see the man named Mu Qidao." "Little Yan King."
As for the materials for making weapons, the first one recognized in the world is of course the star-patterned meteorite iron, the second-ranked one is the large Venus dragon-patterned steel, and the third-ranked one is this red tempered crystal iron. Unlike star-patterned meteorite iron and large Venus dragon-patterned steel, red crystal iron is not meteorite iron, but a unique substance from Danxia Mountain. It is rumored that in the past five hundred years, the amount of red crystal iron found in Danxia Mountain does not exceed one hundred kilograms. And this Chi Lian sword weighs at least a hundred pounds, which means that it took five hundred years of production to make only this sword.
[The Red Sword is a ninth-grade gold weapon. It is made of red crystal iron in Danxia Mountain. It was formed two hundred and thirty years ago. Red crystal iron ranks third among weapon-making materials. It is strong and fast, and is most suitable for practitioners with fire attributes.]
It seems that An Zheng is fighting alone, challenging a strong man who is a level higher than himself with the strength of the seventh level of the Realm of Prisoner of Desire. But in fact, An Zheng seemed to have a strong and well-coordinated team around him.
What An Zheng had to do was block Wang Jianli's one-word sword.
He stepped out with confidence on his face: "All it takes is one sword."
Wang Jianli roared, and his voice became hoarse.
As for the materials for making weapons, the first one recognized in the world is of course the star-patterned meteorite iron, the second-ranked one is the large Venus dragon-patterned steel, and the third-ranked one is this red tempered crystal iron. Unlike star-patterned meteorite iron and large Venus dragon-patterned steel, red crystal iron is not meteorite iron, but a unique substance from Danxia Mountain. It is rumored that in the past five hundred years, the amount of red crystal iron found in Danxia Mountain does not exceed one hundred kilograms. And this Chi Lian sword weighs at least a hundred pounds, which means that it took five hundred years of production to make only this sword.
[Awakening]
After the Nine Nether Demon Bell passed through the essence of the Bagua Dan Furnace, its power became even more domineering than before. Once the ringtone enters the enemy's mind, unless the enemy is really strong enough to fight against the purple-grade artifact, there will be no way to get rid of this interference. Even a practitioner who is stronger than Wang Jianli may not be directly blown to pieces by the sound waves, but he will definitely be distracted and will definitely use a large part of his cultivation power to resist such ringing. In a decisive battle between masters, everyone knows what it means if one gets distracted.
As for the materials for making weapons, the first one recognized in the world is of course the star-patterned meteorite iron, the second-ranked one is the large Venus dragon-patterned steel, and the third-ranked one is this red tempered crystal iron. Unlike star-patterned meteorite iron and large Venus dragon-patterned steel, red crystal iron is not meteorite iron, but a unique substance from Danxia Mountain. It is rumored that in the past five hundred years, the amount of red crystal iron found in Danxia Mountain does not exceed one hundred kilograms. And this Chi Lian sword weighs at least a hundred pounds, which means that it took five hundred years of production to make only this sword.
Seeing that An Zheng dared to rush towards him, Wang Jianli narrowed his eyes slightly, put the index and middle fingers of his left hand together and recited a word.
His sword intention began to become violent, and each word of his sword intention was like a bolt of lightning heading straight towards An Zheng. The scales of the holy fish flew out of the blood bead bracelet automatically, and their shape also changed. The eighteen holy fish scales are divided into two groups, one group of nine. One group formed a shield and stood in front of An Zheng, blocking all the violent sword intent. The other nine scales of the holy fish formed a sharp blade like cicada wings, floating next to An Zheng.
Bang!
There is a huge gap between the cultivation realms of the two people. However, after An Zheng defeated the seventh-grade prisoner of desire, the power of the purple-grade artifact that he could exert was also different from what it was before. Why can’t the value of a purple-grade artifact be estimated? It's because of its heaven-defying ability. Of course, if you have a low-level purple-grade artifact, you will not be able to exert its huge power, but An Zheng's current level can already allow the purple-grade artifact to show its power.
Wang Jianli's sword was pointed at An Zheng. His hand was no longer as stable as before, but the sword's energy had not weakened at all. He held his forehead with one hand, gritted his teeth and rushed towards An Zheng. The invisible sword intent could not penetrate An Zheng's defense, so he could only use the physical sword to assassinate An Zheng.
A cloud of blood mist exploded on the back of Wang Jianli's head, and another wave of sound waves rushed out of his head.
An Zheng muttered something, and then the blood bead bracelet burst out with a burst of red light. Immediately afterwards, a stream of purple air came out from the blood bead bracelet. The purple light actually faced the sword intention and went away without flinching at all.
Wang Jianli roared, and his voice became hoarse.
Wang Jianli's expression changed drastically: "Purple-grade artifact!"
Wang Jianli's sword was pointed at An Zheng. His hand was no longer as stable as before, but the sword's energy had not weakened at all. He held his forehead with one hand, gritted his teeth and rushed towards An Zheng. The invisible sword intent could not penetrate An Zheng's defense, so he could only use the physical sword to assassinate An Zheng.
But he knew that Wang Jianli was suffering more than him. The distance between the two of them was already very close, and An Zheng could clearly see the bloodshot eyes in Wang Jianli's eyes.
The practitioner holding the sword is named Wang Jianli, one of the most outstanding practitioners in the history of the Qingsong Sect in Zhao State. He has only practiced swordsmanship for half his life, and his sword intention is simple and direct. He is known as the one-word sword god in the world of Zhao.
Wang Jianli's body fell down, and An Zheng put his hand on Wang Jianli's back. The red light on the blood-bead bracelet flashed, sucking out the power of cultivation that Wang Jianli had not dissipated.
After the Nine Nether Demon Bell passed through the essence of the Bagua Dan Furnace, its power became even more domineering than before. Once the ringtone enters the enemy's mind, unless the enemy is really strong enough to fight against the purple-grade artifact, there will be no way to get rid of this interference. Even a practitioner who is stronger than Wang Jianli may not be directly blown to pieces by the sound waves, but he will definitely be distracted and will definitely use a large part of his cultivation power to resist such ringing. In a decisive battle between masters, everyone knows what it means if one gets distracted.
An Zheng temporarily stored this power of cultivation in the blood training bead bracelet, and then looked down at the space magic weapon that fell next to Wang Jianli.
An Zheng felt the precious energy on Wang Jianli's long sword. It was a gold-grade magic weapon, which was close to its peak. It was just a little short of being called the ultimate purple-gold instrument.
"Get out of my head!"
The sword energy around his body had already formed an aura, like an inflated balloon. An Zheng's forward movement was equivalent to popping the balloon. When the balloon pops, all the air will rush out from the breach. The aura broke open, and what rushed out was not the air flow, but Wang Jianli's one-word sword.
With a thought in An Zheng's mind, the blood bead bracelet began to forcibly erase Wang Jianli's aura left on the sword. But Wang Jianli's strength was too strong, and he tried the blood bead bracelet three times in a row without success. However, after three times, Wang Jianli's control of the long sword was obviously not as stable as before.
Seeing that An Zheng dared to rush towards him, Wang Jianli narrowed his eyes slightly, put the index and middle fingers of his left hand together and recited a word.
[Awakening]
Wang Jianli's body fell down, and An Zheng put his hand on Wang Jianli's back. The red light on the blood-bead bracelet flashed, sucking out the power of cultivation that Wang Jianli had not dissipated.
And when An Zheng sucked out part of Wang Jianli's cultivation power, he certainly didn't want to make it his own. Even a more powerful Daman Realm practitioner or even a Little Heaven Realm practitioner would not be able to absorb others. The power of cultivation. Everyone's power of cultivation is unique, and absorbing other people's power of cultivation is like taking poison.
A burst of applause came from the chariot, which seemed to be sarcastic.
An Zheng felt the precious energy on Wang Jianli's long sword. It was a gold-grade magic weapon, which was close to its peak. It was just a little short of being called the ultimate purple-gold instrument.
On the surface, nothing could be seen at all, but Wang Jianli's expression became worse and worse.
That is the power of other people's cultivation. If it is forcibly inhaled into one's own body, it will cause the two forces of cultivation to repel each other in the body, and eventually the body will explode and die.
An Zheng pushed forward with both hands: "Kill!"
It was as if the Talisman Master had drawn a stroke in mid-air, and the one-word sword was so sharp.
"Let you test how strong the purple fire of the Bagua Dan Furnace is!"
He stretched out his hand from the chariot and pointed at An Zheng: "Kill him, and his head will hang on the ruins of Song City. I came out very urgently this time. I have to rush to Fang Gucheng to see the man named Mu Qidao." "Little Yan King."
A word of sword intent struck the scales of the holy fish in front of An Zheng, and An Zheng's body involuntarily took a few steps back. The steps were extremely heavy, and every step out left a deep pit in the ground.
What An Zheng was enduring was exactly what Wang Jianli was enduring.
The snatching function of the blood training beads was activated again, and Wang Jianli's aura on the long sword was finally wiped away. The brilliance of the long sword flashed and was directly sucked in by the blood training beads bracelet.
And when An Zheng sucked out part of Wang Jianli's cultivation power, he certainly didn't want to make it his own. Even a more powerful Daman Realm practitioner or even a Little Heaven Realm practitioner would not be able to absorb others. The power of cultivation. Everyone's power of cultivation is unique, and absorbing other people's power of cultivation is like taking poison.
The cultivator holding the sword hummed: "I killed Wang Jianli more easily than him."
An Zheng's eyes sharpened and he suddenly moved forward.
An Zheng pursed his lips and suppressed the surging blood. After all, the opponent is at the third level of Xiaoman Realm, and his power is far beyond that of a practitioner in the Desire Realm. But An Zheng is not an ordinary practitioner. Not only does he have the best magic weapon to protect his body, but he also has an abnormally abnormal body that was tempered three times in the Thunder Pond, Huang Qu Dan Furnace, and Bagua Dan Furnace. If two purple-grade artifacts and a body tempered three times still couldn't defeat Wang Jianli, then the purple-grade artifact would have little value.
The reason why An Zheng had the confidence to challenge a third-level practitioner of the Xiaoman Realm was because he discovered that something had changed in the blood bead bracelet. And this change made An Zheng feel happy.
An Zheng's gums were bleeding.
An Zheng temporarily stored this power of cultivation in the blood training bead bracelet, and then looked down at the space magic weapon that fell next to Wang Jianli.
After the Nine Nether Demon Bell passed through the essence of the Bagua Dan Furnace, its power became even more domineering than before. Once the ringtone enters the enemy's mind, unless the enemy is really strong enough to fight against the purple-grade artifact, there will be no way to get rid of this interference. Even a practitioner who is stronger than Wang Jianli may not be directly blown to pieces by the sound waves, but he will definitely be distracted and will definitely use a large part of his cultivation power to resist such ringing. In a decisive battle between masters, everyone knows what it means if one gets distracted.
boom! boom! boom!
In an instant, Wang Jianli's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. He never thought that the other party actually possessed a purple-grade artifact.
He stepped out with confidence on his face: "All it takes is one sword."
An Zheng's gums were bleeding.
Wang Jianli's body fell down, and An Zheng put his hand on Wang Jianli's back. The red light on the blood-bead bracelet flashed, sucking out the power of cultivation that Wang Jianli had not dissipated.
He stepped out with confidence on his face: "All it takes is one sword."
The space magic weapon was connected to Wang Jianli's blood. After Wang Jianli's death, the power of the blood could no longer be sustained, and the space magic weapon fell out uncontrollably.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
He stepped out with confidence on his face: "All it takes is one sword."
An Zheng pushed forward with both hands: "Kill!"
An Zheng pushed forward with both hands: "Kill!"
A word of sword intent struck the scales of the holy fish in front of An Zheng, and An Zheng's body involuntarily took a few steps back. The steps were extremely heavy, and every step out left a deep pit in the ground.
The reason why An Zheng had the confidence to challenge a third-level practitioner of the Xiaoman Realm was because he discovered that something had changed in the blood bead bracelet. And this change made An Zheng feel happy.
The snatching function of the blood training beads was activated again, and Wang Jianli's aura on the long sword was finally wiped away. The brilliance of the long sword flashed and was directly sucked in by the blood training beads bracelet.
An Zheng picked up the space magic weapon. He didn't have time to see what was inside, so he put it directly into the blood training bead bracelet.
"The sword is good."
"Open the Nine Nether Realm!"
"go!"
"The elementary level of the third level of Xiaoman Realm is really good enough!"
He raised his head and looked at the chariot in the distance. The murderous intent on the chariot was even stronger than before.
What An Zheng had to do was block Wang Jianli's one-word sword.
A cloud of blood mist exploded on the back of Wang Jianli's head, and another wave of sound waves rushed out of his head.
It seems that An Zheng is fighting alone, challenging a strong man who is a level higher than himself with the strength of the seventh level of the Realm of Prisoner of Desire. But in fact, An Zheng seemed to have a strong and well-coordinated team around him.
"There are talents in every generation."
An Zheng pursed his lips and suppressed the surging blood. After all, the opponent is at the third level of Xiaoman Realm, and his power is far beyond that of a practitioner in the Desire Realm. But An Zheng is not an ordinary practitioner. Not only does he have the best magic weapon to protect his body, but he also has an abnormally abnormal body that was tempered three times in the Thunder Pond, Huang Qu Dan Furnace, and Bagua Dan Furnace. If two purple-grade artifacts and a body tempered three times still couldn't defeat Wang Jianli, then the purple-grade artifact would have little value.
Bang!
"The sword is good."
Bang bang bang bang bang!
The reason why An Zheng had the confidence to challenge a third-level practitioner of the Xiaoman Realm was because he discovered that something had changed in the blood bead bracelet. And this change made An Zheng feel happy.
boom!
The snatching function of the blood training beads was activated again, and Wang Jianli's aura on the long sword was finally wiped away. The brilliance of the long sword flashed and was directly sucked in by the blood training beads bracelet.
A word of sword intent struck the scales of the holy fish in front of An Zheng, and An Zheng's body involuntarily took a few steps back. The steps were extremely heavy, and every step out left a deep pit in the ground.
A burst of applause came from the chariot, which seemed to be sarcastic.
The snatching function of the blood training beads was activated again, and Wang Jianli's aura on the long sword was finally wiped away. The brilliance of the long sword flashed and was directly sucked in by the blood training beads bracelet.
Wang Jianli's body fell down, and An Zheng put his hand on Wang Jianli's back. The red light on the blood-bead bracelet flashed, sucking out the power of cultivation that Wang Jianli had not dissipated.
With a clang, Wang Jianli's long sword pierced the scales of the holy fish. An Zheng stepped back again, and Wang Jianli pushed An Zheng forward. An Zheng's feet plowed two deep grooves on the ground. The powerful power of cultivation of the third level of Xiaoman realm is constantly bombarding the scales of the holy fish. It seems that the long sword is just touching the scales of the holy fish, but the sword energy is impacting one after another.
What An Zheng had to do was block Wang Jianli's one-word sword.
With a thought in An Zheng's mind, the blood bead bracelet began to forcibly erase Wang Jianli's aura left on the sword. But Wang Jianli's strength was too strong, and he tried the blood bead bracelet three times in a row without success. However, after three times, Wang Jianli's control of the long sword was obviously not as stable as before.
The snatching function of the blood training beads was activated again, and Wang Jianli's aura on the long sword was finally wiped away. The brilliance of the long sword flashed and was directly sucked in by the blood training beads bracelet.
"It's amazing. The world is indeed the world for you young people. I have long heard that a young genius came out of the Yan Kingdom. Not only did he turn the tide to protect the country of Yan, but he also had amazing talents in cultivation. Mr. An Guo, you really impressed me today. The old man was impressed."
But he knew that Wang Jianli was suffering more than him. The distance between the two of them was already very close, and An Zheng could clearly see the bloodshot eyes in Wang Jianli's eyes.
boom!
A voice appeared in An Zheng's mind... [Red Sword]
The reason why An Zheng had the confidence to challenge a third-level practitioner of the Xiaoman Realm was because he discovered that something had changed in the blood bead bracelet. And this change made An Zheng feel happy.
The curtain of the chariot was opened, and from the outside, an old man with white beard and hair could be seen sitting in the carriage. On the surface, this person seems to be around seventy years old. But in fact, as a veteran of the two dynasties of Zhao State, Prime Minister Zuo Sima Zhenru is already over a hundred years old. It is rumored that he is one hundred and twenty years old. In fact, even King Zhao does not know how old Sima Zhenru is.
The purified Nine Nether Demonic Bell appeared, and even its shape changed. In the past, the Nine Nether Devil Bells were nine bronze bells that looked rusty. However, after being purified by the purple fire of the Bagua Dan Furnace, all the rust on them disappeared, and they were as brand new as if they had returned to their original state. The pattern on the bell is clearly visible, simple and unsophisticated. As soon as the bell came out, the entire Jiuyou Realm was filled with the sound of thunder, but to An Zheng's ears, it was still the clear ringing of the bell.
A word of sword intent struck the scales of the holy fish in front of An Zheng, and An Zheng's body involuntarily took a few steps back. The steps were extremely heavy, and every step out left a deep pit in the ground.
"There are talents in every generation."
As for the materials for making weapons, the first one recognized in the world is of course the star-patterned meteorite iron, the second-ranked one is the large Venus dragon-patterned steel, and the third-ranked one is this red tempered crystal iron. Unlike star-patterned meteorite iron and large Venus dragon-patterned steel, red crystal iron is not meteorite iron, but a unique substance from Danxia Mountain. It is rumored that in the past five hundred years, the amount of red crystal iron found in Danxia Mountain does not exceed one hundred kilograms. And this Chi Lian sword weighs at least a hundred pounds, which means that it took five hundred years of production to make only this sword.
The space magic weapon was connected to Wang Jianli's blood. After Wang Jianli's death, the power of the blood could no longer be sustained, and the space magic weapon fell out uncontrollably.
Wang Jianli felt that his head was about to explode. The sound waves bombarded his mind continuously, making him almost crazy. There was a lump on his forehead, but then it burst open, and a stream of blood spurted out from inside. Then sound waves visible to the naked eye were ejected from his brain. Originally, the sound waves were invisible, but the sound waves with blood could be seen clearly. Circles of red ripples rushed out of his mind. After Wang Jianli let out a wailing cry, he finally lost control of the long sword in his hand and fell down.
As for the materials for making weapons, the first one recognized in the world is of course the star-patterned meteorite iron, the second-ranked one is the large Venus dragon-patterned steel, and the third-ranked one is this red tempered crystal iron. Unlike star-patterned meteorite iron and large Venus dragon-patterned steel, red crystal iron is not meteorite iron, but a unique substance from Danxia Mountain. It is rumored that in the past five hundred years, the amount of red crystal iron found in Danxia Mountain does not exceed one hundred kilograms. And this Chi Lian sword weighs at least a hundred pounds, which means that it took five hundred years of production to make only this sword.
A burst of applause came from the chariot, which seemed to be sarcastic.
Sima Zhenru praised: "With young people like you in the Yan Kingdom, one day the country of Yan will definitely be superior to other countries. So... you can't live anymore."
An Zheng muttered something, and then the blood bead bracelet burst out with a burst of red light. Immediately afterwards, a stream of purple air came out from the blood bead bracelet. The purple light actually faced the sword intention and went away without flinching at all.
[Awakening]
An Zheng felt suffocated in his chest, but his strong body allowed him to continue to persevere. The blood bead bracelet began to share the damage for him, and the gold-grade second-grade herbs in the medicine field began to evaporate, supplementing An Zheng's cultivation power.
An Zheng picked up the space magic weapon. He didn't have time to see what was inside, so he put it directly into the blood training bead bracelet.
A voice appeared in An Zheng's mind... [Red Sword]
Wang Jianli felt that his head was about to explode. The sound waves bombarded his mind continuously, making him almost crazy. There was a lump on his forehead, but then it burst open, and a stream of blood spurted out from inside. Then sound waves visible to the naked eye were ejected from his brain. Originally, the sound waves were invisible, but the sound waves with blood could be seen clearly. Circles of red ripples rushed out of his mind. After Wang Jianli let out a wailing cry, he finally lost control of the long sword in his hand and fell down.
An Zheng picked up the space magic weapon. He didn't have time to see what was inside, so he put it directly into the blood training bead bracelet.
He stretched out his hand from the chariot and pointed at An Zheng: "Kill him, and his head will hang on the ruins of Song City. I came out very urgently this time. I have to rush to Fang Gucheng to see the man named Mu Qidao." "Little Yan King."
But he knew that Wang Jianli was suffering more than him. The distance between the two of them was already very close, and An Zheng could clearly see the bloodshot eyes in Wang Jianli's eyes.
The practitioner holding the sword is named Wang Jianli, one of the most outstanding practitioners in the history of the Qingsong Sect in Zhao State. He has only practiced swordsmanship for half his life, and his sword intention is simple and direct. He is known as the one-word sword god in the world of Zhao.
Wang Jianli's body fell down, and An Zheng put his hand on Wang Jianli's back. The red light on the blood-bead bracelet flashed, sucking out the power of cultivation that Wang Jianli had not dissipated.
[Awakening]
An Zheng felt the precious energy on Wang Jianli's long sword. It was a gold-grade magic weapon, which was close to its peak. It was just a little short of being called the ultimate purple-gold instrument.
On the surface, nothing could be seen at all, but Wang Jianli's expression became worse and worse.
The sword-holding practitioner standing on his left nodded: "I know."
A voice appeared in An Zheng's mind... [Red Sword]
"Open the Nine Nether Realm!"
Wang Jianli roared, and his voice became hoarse.
[The Red Sword is a ninth-grade gold weapon. It is made of red crystal iron in Danxia Mountain. It was formed two hundred and thirty years ago. Red crystal iron ranks third among weapon-making materials. It is strong and fast, and is most suitable for practitioners with fire attributes.]
Sima Zhenru said: "Your junior brother died miserably, and he also lost a cultivator in the Zhao Kingdom. After forty-eight years of practice, he is not as good as a junior. If you also lose, and he doesn't kill you, you can just commit suicide."
A burst of applause came from the chariot, which seemed to be sarcastic.
Sima Zhenru said: "Your junior brother died miserably, and he also lost a cultivator in the Zhao Kingdom. After forty-eight years of practice, he is not as good as a junior. If you also lose, and he doesn't kill you, you can just commit suicide."
The sound of the Nine Nether Demon Bell rang again and again in Wang Jianli's mind, and the sound became louder each time. Wang Jianli felt that his head was about to explode. The pain could not be described in words. The sound not only gave him a splitting headache, but also the power of cultivation in his body was shocked and began to become chaotic.
As soon as An Zheng finished speaking, the purple light expanded rapidly and instantly enveloped Wang Jianli. The purple light formed a huge arc, and the two people were trapped inside like a transparent cover. Then there were bursts of ringtones that penetrated directly into Wang Jianli's ears. The ringtones were crisp, but when they entered his mind, they were like bursts of thunder!
"go!"
An Zheng temporarily stored this power of cultivation in the blood training bead bracelet, and then looked down at the space magic weapon that fell next to Wang Jianli.
An Zheng felt the precious energy on Wang Jianli's long sword. It was a gold-grade magic weapon, which was close to its peak. It was just a little short of being called the ultimate purple-gold instrument.
Sima Zhenru praised: "With young people like you in the Yan Kingdom, one day the country of Yan will definitely be superior to other countries. So... you can't live anymore."
The cultivator holding the sword hummed: "I killed Wang Jianli more easily than him."
A voice appeared in An Zheng's mind... [Red Sword]
[Awakening]
Bang!
He stepped out with confidence on his face: "All it takes is one sword."
A burst of applause came from the chariot, which seemed to be sarcastic.
[The Red Sword is a ninth-grade gold weapon. It is made of red crystal iron in Danxia Mountain. It was formed two hundred and thirty years ago. Red crystal iron ranks third among weapon-making materials. It is strong and fast, and is most suitable for practitioners with fire attributes.]
The cultivator holding the sword hummed: "I killed Wang Jianli more easily than him."
"Get out of my head!"
An Zheng pursed his lips and suppressed the surging blood. After all, the opponent is at the third level of Xiaoman Realm, and his power is far beyond that of a practitioner in the Desire Realm. But An Zheng is not an ordinary practitioner. Not only does he have the best magic weapon to protect his body, but he also has an abnormally abnormal body that was tempered three times in the Thunder Pond, Huang Qu Dan Furnace, and Bagua Dan Furnace. If two purple-grade artifacts and a body tempered three times still couldn't defeat Wang Jianli, then the purple-grade artifact would have little value.
The cultivator holding the sword hummed: "I killed Wang Jianli more easily than him."