"If I'm not arrogant, why should I suppress the world?"
An Zheng smiled inwardly... What an ancient magical weapon, it would be a pity to keep it, but it would be great to give it to Po Jun.
[Blood Magic Clone]
Xuanyuan suddenly moved forward, and a ball of exploding snow suddenly appeared in front of An Zheng. He held the hilt of Zhanlu Sword with both hands, and the tip of the sword thrust forward straight into An Zheng's throat.
An Zheng moved his sword forward: "No matter what you are, what if you are an Immortal Emperor? In front of me, you are just a few obstacles on my way forward. If I can't cross a small threshold like you , I don’t need to be obsessed.”
[Po Jun: Lightning strike!]
Dang! A piece of holy fish scales that automatically flew out to block An Zheng's sword was actually knocked away. But in the blink of an eye, the second holy fish scale turned around again. Twenty-seven holy fish scales surrounded An Zheng, leaving almost no dead ends.
[Blood Magic Clone]
An Zheng's voice appeared behind Xuanyuan, which caused a layer of cold sweat to break out on Xuanyuan's back. The opponent was clearly under his sword, so why was he suddenly behind him
Xuanyuan: "You can die, and I will wait for the next practitioner."
However, this sword did not cause any harm to the opponent!
Even though this clone's strength is too weak, the Immortal Emperor is the Immortal Emperor, a person who once stood at the pinnacle of practitioners.
Xuanyuan suddenly moved forward, and a ball of exploding snow suddenly appeared in front of An Zheng. He held the hilt of Zhanlu Sword with both hands, and the tip of the sword thrust forward straight into An Zheng's throat.
puff!
An Zheng spat out the blood from his mouth, with a fierce look in his eyes.
Xuanyuan suddenly moved forward, and a ball of exploding snow suddenly appeared in front of An Zheng. He held the hilt of Zhanlu Sword with both hands, and the tip of the sword thrust forward straight into An Zheng's throat.
As An Zheng moved forward, the phantom of the Third Eye flew out from the blood bead bracelet, immediately identifying the grade of the long sword in Xuanyuan's hand for An Zheng.
An Zheng turned around and struck out with his sword, and the several-meter-long sword light directly cut off Xuanyuan Lazy behind him. An Zheng felt the surging sword intent in the shattered clone. He raised his body and inhaled fiercely, breathing greedily.
Xuanyuan spat out a mouthful of blood and turned around with difficulty: "Do you think... you won?"
As An Zheng moved forward, the phantom of the Third Eye flew out from the blood bead bracelet, immediately identifying the grade of the long sword in Xuanyuan's hand for An Zheng.
But what An Zheng relies on is speed. When the speed completely surpasses the opponent, the opponent can no longer react at all. If An Zheng was besieged, Xuanyuan would have enough time to choose which clone to take action without any flaws. But now, he couldn't keep up with An Zheng's speed. He saw An Zheng rushing towards a clone, and when he was about to transfer the power to the clone, An Zheng had already cut off the clone with a sword.
[Zhanlu, the peak gold-level magic weapon, is an ancient magic weapon. Although it is the peak gold-level weapon, the sword holder can exert a more ferocious and domineering sword energy, which can increase the attack power of the sword energy by 50%. Although the magic weapon has a single function, it can greatly enhance the practitioner's power in battle. This sword is made of ice iron under the cold pool of clear water. The material grade is the same as that of the Great Venus dragon-patterned steel, second only to the star-patterned meteorite. If the star-patterned meteorite is added, it can be upgraded to the first grade of purple. It can also be integrated into the Pojun Sword. The Pojun Sword will have Zhanlu's ability and increase the sword's energy by 50%.]
Xuanyuan: "You can die, and I will wait for the next practitioner."
Xuanyuan blocked the sword energy, but could not stop An Zheng. An Zheng and the sword energy were activated at the same time. When the sword energy attacked, An Zheng was also teleported by the twin trees of two generations to Xuanyuan's back. A ball of intense purple light appeared in his palm, which was the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder that An Zheng could now complete with one hand.
Xuanyuan: "You can die, and I will wait for the next practitioner."
"If I'm not arrogant, why should I suppress the world?"
With a pop, An Zheng was so shocked that he vomited a mouthful of blood. However, the sword energy did not pierce his body. After being tempered by purple fire and tempered by the secret realm, An Zheng's physical body had become frighteningly powerful. If An Zheng's strength is not yet at the Xiaoman realm, his physical strength is already comparable to that of a Daman realm practitioner, and is far from comparable to that of Xuanyuan!
An Zheng turned around and struck out with his sword, and the several-meter-long sword light directly cut off Xuanyuan Lazy behind him. An Zheng felt the surging sword intent in the shattered clone. He raised his body and inhaled fiercely, breathing greedily.
But An Zheng didn't have the slightest fear, just as he said just now. He is a man with obsessions in his heart. If he can't even get over the hurdle of Xuanyuan, why would he want to suppress the world
boom!
An Zheng smiled inwardly... What an ancient magical weapon, it would be a pity to keep it, but it would be great to give it to Po Jun.
As An Zheng moved forward, the phantom of the Third Eye flew out from the blood bead bracelet, immediately identifying the grade of the long sword in Xuanyuan's hand for An Zheng.
Just when Xuanyuan's expression changed, An Zheng's sword energy arrived. A tail flame that was several meters long shot out from the Broken Army Sword, and the sword's light was as sharp as a long sword and was incomparably sharp. The sword light swung over, and the sharp aura also arrived. Xuanyuan's face changed color and he did not dare to neglect, and struck out with his sword with all his strength.
But what An Zheng relies on is speed. When the speed completely surpasses the opponent, the opponent can no longer react at all. If An Zheng was besieged, Xuanyuan would have enough time to choose which clone to take action without any flaws. But now, he couldn't keep up with An Zheng's speed. He saw An Zheng rushing towards a clone, and when he was about to transfer the power to the clone, An Zheng had already cut off the clone with a sword.
An Zheng was a swordsman for twenty-seven times in a row, and there was no longer a scale of the holy fish around him. These twenty-seven swords were completed in a flash of lightning. If it were seen by others, they might only see one sword. After twenty-seven sword strikes, Xuanyuan actually forced back An Zheng's absolute defense, and then stabbed An Zheng in the heart with one sword.
As Xuanyuan roared angrily, a fierce sword energy erupted from Zhanlu Sword. The sword energy was no longer strands, but condensed into a ball. A huge snowball seemed to condense on the tip of the Zhanlu Sword, and then exploded in front of An Zheng. The sword energy contained in it is so fierce, and it also contains a cold energy that can seal off the opponent's cultivation power!
On the Zhanlu sword, there is also a sword light that is several meters long. The two sword lights collided, creating a spark. It looked like the two people were fighting with two fire dragons. The sword light on the Broken Army Sword was azure, revealing the power of thunder and lightning. The sword light on the Zhanlu sword is white, and every time the sword is struck, snowflakes will fly.
The sword energy mixed with the power of thunder and lightning is greatly enhanced in sharpness and dominance. The sword energy penetrated from the wound on Xuanyuan's back, and then penetrated from Xuanyuan's lower abdomen. The sword energy continued to move forward, plowing a deep and long furrow on the ground.
With a clang, the two long swords collided in mid-air. A very strong force was transmitted to An Zheng's arm, and the stabbed bones felt pain. An Zheng judged from the strength of the sword energy that Xuanyuan's strength was higher than the Qinglian he had killed before. In addition, this sword can increase the sword energy by 50%, and Xuanyuan's strength can be increased to about the fifth level of Xiaoman realm.
With a clang, the two long swords collided in mid-air. A very strong force was transmitted to An Zheng's arm, and the stabbed bones felt pain. An Zheng judged from the strength of the sword energy that Xuanyuan's strength was higher than the Qinglian he had killed before. In addition, this sword can increase the sword energy by 50%, and Xuanyuan's strength can be increased to about the fifth level of Xiaoman realm.
"You have no chance!"
Bang!
boom!
Xuanyuan's Zhanlu Sword was raised from bottom to top. The sword energy extended from the ground and cut a straight groove on the ground. An Zheng's Broken Army Sword was also thrust forward, and the sword energy collided with the sword energy on the ground. The ground shook first, and then countless sharp and broken sword energy surged out in all directions, within a radius of a hundred meters. The earth was cut into pieces and devastated.
And An Zheng's current strength has not yet reached the Xiaoman realm. It is undoubtedly a terrifying thing to cross five realms to fight his opponent.
[Blood Magic Clone]
Xuanyuan spat out a mouthful of blood and turned around with difficulty: "Do you think... you won?"
An Zheng spat out the blood from his mouth, with a fierce look in his eyes.
The scales of the holy fish that stood in front of An Zheng were knocked away again, but Xuanyuan's technique had just been launched. One sword, two swords, three swords... one sword is faster than the other. The sound of "dang-dang-dang" was heard endlessly, and all the twenty-seven scales of the holy fish that turned in front of An Zheng were knocked away. The power of this sword energy is direct and strong. Every time the sword hits the snowflakes, it is a huge force.
With a pop, An Zheng was so shocked that he vomited a mouthful of blood. However, the sword energy did not pierce his body. After being tempered by purple fire and tempered by the secret realm, An Zheng's physical body had become frighteningly powerful. If An Zheng's strength is not yet at the Xiaoman realm, his physical strength is already comparable to that of a Daman realm practitioner, and is far from comparable to that of Xuanyuan!
"If I'm not arrogant, why should I suppress the world?"
As Xuanyuan roared angrily, a fierce sword energy erupted from Zhanlu Sword. The sword energy was no longer strands, but condensed into a ball. A huge snowball seemed to condense on the tip of the Zhanlu Sword, and then exploded in front of An Zheng. The sword energy contained in it is so fierce, and it also contains a cold energy that can seal off the opponent's cultivation power!
Just when Xuanyuan's expression changed, An Zheng's sword energy arrived. A tail flame that was several meters long shot out from the Broken Army Sword, and the sword's light was as sharp as a long sword and was incomparably sharp. The sword light swung over, and the sharp aura also arrived. Xuanyuan's face changed color and he did not dare to neglect, and struck out with his sword with all his strength.
But An Zheng didn't have the slightest fear, just as he said just now. He is a man with obsessions in his heart. If he can't even get over the hurdle of Xuanyuan, why would he want to suppress the world
"The intensity is enough, but you are not fast enough."
[Sword strike: Snow dragon roars!]
"Great power!"
Bang!
It was An Zheng who pierced Xuanyuan with his sword before, and now it was Xuanyuan who stabbed An Zheng with his sword. The injury was also on the back.
"Never again."
Xuanyuan spat out a mouthful of blood and turned around with difficulty: "Do you think... you won?"
An Zheng's spirit was lifted, and his sword energy came out.
With a clang, the two long swords collided in mid-air. A very strong force was transmitted to An Zheng's arm, and the stabbed bones felt pain. An Zheng judged from the strength of the sword energy that Xuanyuan's strength was higher than the Qinglian he had killed before. In addition, this sword can increase the sword energy by 50%, and Xuanyuan's strength can be increased to about the fifth level of Xiaoman realm.
The Broken Army Sword pierced the throat of the last Xuanyuan clone. An Zheng turned around and looked at Xuanyuan behind him: "Do you feel very sad and angry? Do you think that since you are the clone of Immortal Emperor Xuanyuan, you can win for granted? If you think so If so, it’s better to think that you are stronger than me so you deserve to win. Unfortunately... I never make sense in fights. "
A sharp aura appeared on An Zheng's back, and before An Zheng could react, the sword energy had already arrived. At least hundreds of Xuanyuan appeared. Although the power of these Xuanyuan was not strong, everyone could control Xuanyuan's sword energy at will. They don't have the Zhanlu Sword in their hands, but they put their middle and index fingers together and use them as swords!
An Zheng was a swordsman for twenty-seven times in a row, and there was no longer a scale of the holy fish around him. These twenty-seven swords were completed in a flash of lightning. If it were seen by others, they might only see one sword. After twenty-seven sword strikes, Xuanyuan actually forced back An Zheng's absolute defense, and then stabbed An Zheng in the heart with one sword.
Xuanyuan blocked the sword energy, but could not stop An Zheng. An Zheng and the sword energy were activated at the same time. When the sword energy attacked, An Zheng was also teleported by the twin trees of two generations to Xuanyuan's back. A ball of intense purple light appeared in his palm, which was the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder that An Zheng could now complete with one hand.
Xuanyuan's feelings were deeper than An Zheng's. He thought that this sword could stab An Zheng. After all, he had seen the decisive battle between An Zheng and Qinglian. As long as the opponent is not given the opportunity to use that terrifying forbidden technique, An Zheng is not terrible. Zhan Lu has improved his speed and sword power, and he is confident that he can kill Qinglian in this secret realm with just one sword.
An Zheng was such a person. His body was obviously injured and bleeding, but the pain only stimulated his fighting spirit even more. If not, how could one man resist the siege of so many masters on Cangman Mountain? And instead, he killed so many people on the other side.
A sharp aura appeared on An Zheng's back, and before An Zheng could react, the sword energy had already arrived. At least hundreds of Xuanyuan appeared. Although the power of these Xuanyuan was not strong, everyone could control Xuanyuan's sword energy at will. They don't have the Zhanlu Sword in their hands, but they put their middle and index fingers together and use them as swords!
However, this sword did not cause any harm to the opponent!
An Zheng was such a person. His body was obviously injured and bleeding, but the pain only stimulated his fighting spirit even more. If not, how could one man resist the siege of so many masters on Cangman Mountain? And instead, he killed so many people on the other side.
Xuanyuan's Zhanlu Sword was raised from bottom to top. The sword energy extended from the ground and cut a straight groove on the ground. An Zheng's Broken Army Sword was also thrust forward, and the sword energy collided with the sword energy on the ground. The ground shook first, and then countless sharp and broken sword energy surged out in all directions, within a radius of a hundred meters. The earth was cut into pieces and devastated.
Just when Xuanyuan's expression changed, An Zheng's sword energy arrived. A tail flame that was several meters long shot out from the Broken Army Sword, and the sword's light was as sharp as a long sword and was incomparably sharp. The sword light swung over, and the sharp aura also arrived. Xuanyuan's face changed color and he did not dare to neglect, and struck out with his sword with all his strength.
Xuanyuan: "You can die, and I will wait for the next practitioner."
"It's very powerful."
On the Zhanlu sword, there is also a sword light that is several meters long. The two sword lights collided, creating a spark. It looked like the two people were fighting with two fire dragons. The sword light on the Broken Army Sword was azure, revealing the power of thunder and lightning. The sword light on the Zhanlu sword is white, and every time the sword is struck, snowflakes will fly.
[Blood Magic Clone]
Bang!
An Zheng succeeded with one punch, giving Xuanyuan no chance to counterattack. The Broken Army Sword stabbed him from behind, and a burst of lightning flashed from the tip of the sword.
The two people moved quickly, and everything they said, whether it was trees or buildings, was razed to the ground. Wherever the sword light swept, not even huge rocks could stop it. The sword light swept over the boulders several meters high and cut them open.
Bang!
An Zheng's body suddenly moved, and the two twin trees took him through hundreds of Xuanyuan's clones. Xuanyuan's power couldn't be spread among hundreds of clones, otherwise the power would be too weak to hurt An Zheng. So these hundreds of clones actually share the same power. Xuanyuan's power can be arbitrarily selected among hundreds of clones, which can completely paralyze the enemy, so that the enemy does not know which clone takes action.
Xuanyuan's Zhanlu Sword was raised from bottom to top. The sword energy extended from the ground and cut a straight groove on the ground. An Zheng's Broken Army Sword was also thrust forward, and the sword energy collided with the sword energy on the ground. The ground shook first, and then countless sharp and broken sword energy surged out in all directions, within a radius of a hundred meters. The earth was cut into pieces and devastated.
"It's a pity for you to have such a strong sword spirit."
Bang!
With a pop, An Zheng was so shocked that he vomited a mouthful of blood. However, the sword energy did not pierce his body. After being tempered by purple fire and tempered by the secret realm, An Zheng's physical body had become frighteningly powerful. If An Zheng's strength is not yet at the Xiaoman realm, his physical strength is already comparable to that of a Daman realm practitioner, and is far from comparable to that of Xuanyuan!
Dang! A piece of holy fish scales that automatically flew out to block An Zheng's sword was actually knocked away. But in the blink of an eye, the second holy fish scale turned around again. Twenty-seven holy fish scales surrounded An Zheng, leaving almost no dead ends.
"I am the master here!"
[Po Jun: Lightning strike!]
Xuanyuan's feelings were deeper than An Zheng's. He thought that this sword could stab An Zheng. After all, he had seen the decisive battle between An Zheng and Qinglian. As long as the opponent is not given the opportunity to use that terrifying forbidden technique, An Zheng is not terrible. Zhan Lu has improved his speed and sword power, and he is confident that he can kill Qinglian in this secret realm with just one sword.
Even though this clone's strength is too weak, the Immortal Emperor is the Immortal Emperor, a person who once stood at the pinnacle of practitioners.
[Zhanlu, the peak gold-level magic weapon, is an ancient magic weapon. Although it is the peak gold-level weapon, the sword holder can exert a more ferocious and domineering sword energy, which can increase the attack power of the sword energy by 50%. Although the magic weapon has a single function, it can greatly enhance the practitioner's power in battle. This sword is made of ice iron under the cold pool of clear water. The material grade is the same as that of the Great Venus dragon-patterned steel, second only to the star-patterned meteorite. If the star-patterned meteorite is added, it can be upgraded to the first grade of purple. It can also be integrated into the Pojun Sword. The Pojun Sword will have Zhanlu's ability and increase the sword's energy by 50%.]
The scales of the holy fish that stood in front of An Zheng were knocked away again, but Xuanyuan's technique had just been launched. One sword, two swords, three swords... one sword is faster than the other. The sound of "dang-dang-dang" was heard endlessly, and all the twenty-seven scales of the holy fish that turned in front of An Zheng were knocked away. The power of this sword energy is direct and strong. Every time the sword hits the snowflakes, it is a huge force.
[Sword strike: Snow dragon roars!]
An Zheng spat out the blood from his mouth, with a fierce look in his eyes.
Xuanyuan suddenly moved forward, and a ball of exploding snow suddenly appeared in front of An Zheng. He held the hilt of Zhanlu Sword with both hands, and the tip of the sword thrust forward straight into An Zheng's throat.
Just when Xuanyuan's expression changed, An Zheng's sword energy arrived. A tail flame that was several meters long shot out from the Broken Army Sword, and the sword's light was as sharp as a long sword and was incomparably sharp. The sword light swung over, and the sharp aura also arrived. Xuanyuan's face changed color and he did not dare to neglect, and struck out with his sword with all his strength.
"Never again."
Dang! A piece of holy fish scales that automatically flew out to block An Zheng's sword was actually knocked away. But in the blink of an eye, the second holy fish scale turned around again. Twenty-seven holy fish scales surrounded An Zheng, leaving almost no dead ends.
Xuanyuan's Zhanlu Sword was raised from bottom to top. The sword energy extended from the ground and cut a straight groove on the ground. An Zheng's Broken Army Sword was also thrust forward, and the sword energy collided with the sword energy on the ground. The ground shook first, and then countless sharp and broken sword energy surged out in all directions, within a radius of a hundred meters. The earth was cut into pieces and devastated.
[Sword strike: Snow dragon roars!]
An Zheng smiled inwardly... What an ancient magical weapon, it would be a pity to keep it, but it would be great to give it to Po Jun.
[Sword strike: Snow dragon roars!]
The sword energy mixed with the power of thunder and lightning is greatly enhanced in sharpness and dominance. The sword energy penetrated from the wound on Xuanyuan's back, and then penetrated from Xuanyuan's lower abdomen. The sword energy continued to move forward, plowing a deep and long furrow on the ground.
"You have no chance!"
As Xuanyuan roared angrily, a fierce sword energy erupted from Zhanlu Sword. The sword energy was no longer strands, but condensed into a ball. A huge snowball seemed to condense on the tip of the Zhanlu Sword, and then exploded in front of An Zheng. The sword energy contained in it is so fierce, and it also contains a cold energy that can seal off the opponent's cultivation power!
Even though this clone's strength is too weak, the Immortal Emperor is the Immortal Emperor, a person who once stood at the pinnacle of practitioners.
"It's very powerful."
As Xuanyuan roared angrily, a fierce sword energy erupted from Zhanlu Sword. The sword energy was no longer strands, but condensed into a ball. A huge snowball seemed to condense on the tip of the Zhanlu Sword, and then exploded in front of An Zheng. The sword energy contained in it is so fierce, and it also contains a cold energy that can seal off the opponent's cultivation power!
The two people moved quickly, and everything they said, whether it was trees or buildings, was razed to the ground. Wherever the sword light swept, not even huge rocks could stop it. The sword light swept over the boulders several meters high and cut them open.
Bang!
An Zheng's body suddenly moved, and the two twin trees took him through hundreds of Xuanyuan's clones. Xuanyuan's power couldn't be spread among hundreds of clones, otherwise the power would be too weak to hurt An Zheng. So these hundreds of clones actually share the same power. Xuanyuan's power can be arbitrarily selected among hundreds of clones, which can completely paralyze the enemy, so that the enemy does not know which clone takes action.
An Zheng smiled inwardly... What an ancient magical weapon, it would be a pity to keep it, but it would be great to give it to Po Jun.
Xuanyuan blocked the sword energy, but could not stop An Zheng. An Zheng and the sword energy were activated at the same time. When the sword energy attacked, An Zheng was also teleported by the twin trees of two generations to Xuanyuan's back. A ball of intense purple light appeared in his palm, which was the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder that An Zheng could now complete with one hand.
An Zheng was such a person. His body was obviously injured and bleeding, but the pain only stimulated his fighting spirit even more. If not, how could one man resist the siege of so many masters on Cangman Mountain? And instead, he killed so many people on the other side.
An Zheng's expression suddenly changed, but it was already too late. Xuanyuan was injured before and a lot of blood was spilled. Now every place where there is Xuanyuan Zhihe, a Xuanyuan emerges from the earth like a plant growing. Every drop of blood turned into a Xuanyuan.
[Sword strike: Snow dragon roars!]
An Zheng's spirit was lifted, and his sword energy came out.
The scales of the holy fish that stood in front of An Zheng were knocked away again, but Xuanyuan's technique had just been launched. One sword, two swords, three swords... one sword is faster than the other. The sound of "dang-dang-dang" was heard endlessly, and all the twenty-seven scales of the holy fish that turned in front of An Zheng were knocked away. The power of this sword energy is direct and strong. Every time the sword hits the snowflakes, it is a huge force.
Before Xuanyuan could react, An Zheng punched Xuanyuan on the back. The power of Zhengdao Pure Yang burst out from his fist, almost burning a big hole in Xuanyuan's back. Xuanyuan's clothes were scorched, the skin on his back was burnt black, and even a piece of muscle was burned away, exposing the inside. The spine is almost black. Fortunately, he was the clone of an Immortal Emperor who fought hard, otherwise this punch would have been enough to kill him.
A sharp aura appeared on An Zheng's back, and before An Zheng could react, the sword energy had already arrived. At least hundreds of Xuanyuan appeared. Although the power of these Xuanyuan was not strong, everyone could control Xuanyuan's sword energy at will. They don't have the Zhanlu Sword in their hands, but they put their middle and index fingers together and use them as swords!
As An Zheng moved forward, the phantom of the Third Eye flew out from the blood bead bracelet, immediately identifying the grade of the long sword in Xuanyuan's hand for An Zheng.
With a clang, the two long swords collided in mid-air. A very strong force was transmitted to An Zheng's arm, and the stabbed bones felt pain. An Zheng judged from the strength of the sword energy that Xuanyuan's strength was higher than the Qinglian he had killed before. In addition, this sword can increase the sword energy by 50%, and Xuanyuan's strength can be increased to about the fifth level of Xiaoman realm.
An Zheng spat out the blood from his mouth, with a fierce look in his eyes.
An Zheng smiled inwardly... What an ancient magical weapon, it would be a pity to keep it, but it would be great to give it to Po Jun.
An Zheng was a swordsman for twenty-seven times in a row, and there was no longer a scale of the holy fish around him. These twenty-seven swords were completed in a flash of lightning. If it were seen by others, they might only see one sword. After twenty-seven sword strikes, Xuanyuan actually forced back An Zheng's absolute defense, and then stabbed An Zheng in the heart with one sword.
Xuanyuan spat out a mouthful of blood and turned around with difficulty: "Do you think... you won?"
On the Zhanlu sword, there is also a sword light that is several meters long. The two sword lights collided, creating a spark. It looked like the two people were fighting with two fire dragons. The sword light on the Broken Army Sword was azure, revealing the power of thunder and lightning. The sword light on the Zhanlu sword is white, and every time the sword is struck, snowflakes will fly.
[Po Jun: Lightning strike!]
"You have no chance!"
[Po Jun: Lightning strike!]
"The intensity is enough, but you are not fast enough."
Xuanyuan suddenly moved forward, and a ball of exploding snow suddenly appeared in front of An Zheng. He held the hilt of Zhanlu Sword with both hands, and the tip of the sword thrust forward straight into An Zheng's throat.
An Zheng moved his sword forward: "No matter what you are, what if you are an Immortal Emperor? In front of me, you are just a few obstacles on my way forward. If I can't cross a small threshold like you , I don’t need to be obsessed.”
An Zheng was such a person. His body was obviously injured and bleeding, but the pain only stimulated his fighting spirit even more. If not, how could one man resist the siege of so many masters on Cangman Mountain? And instead, he killed so many people on the other side.
"The intensity is enough, but you are not fast enough."
Xuanyuan's feelings were deeper than An Zheng's. He thought that this sword could stab An Zheng. After all, he had seen the decisive battle between An Zheng and Qinglian. As long as the opponent is not given the opportunity to use that terrifying forbidden technique, An Zheng is not terrible. Zhan Lu has improved his speed and sword power, and he is confident that he can kill Qinglian in this secret realm with just one sword.
An Zheng's voice appeared behind Xuanyuan, which caused a layer of cold sweat to break out on Xuanyuan's back. The opponent was clearly under his sword, so why was he suddenly behind him
As Xuanyuan roared angrily, a fierce sword energy erupted from Zhanlu Sword. The sword energy was no longer strands, but condensed into a ball. A huge snowball seemed to condense on the tip of the Zhanlu Sword, and then exploded in front of An Zheng. The sword energy contained in it is so fierce, and it also contains a cold energy that can seal off the opponent's cultivation power!
Xuanyuan blocked the sword energy, but could not stop An Zheng. An Zheng and the sword energy were activated at the same time. When the sword energy attacked, An Zheng was also teleported by the twin trees of two generations to Xuanyuan's back. A ball of intense purple light appeared in his palm, which was the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder that An Zheng could now complete with one hand.
"Never again."
boom!
But An Zheng didn't have the slightest fear, just as he said just now. He is a man with obsessions in his heart. If he can't even get over the hurdle of Xuanyuan, why would he want to suppress the world
"The intensity is enough, but you are not fast enough."
Xuanyuan's feelings were deeper than An Zheng's. He thought that this sword could stab An Zheng. After all, he had seen the decisive battle between An Zheng and Qinglian. As long as the opponent is not given the opportunity to use that terrifying forbidden technique, An Zheng is not terrible. Zhan Lu has improved his speed and sword power, and he is confident that he can kill Qinglian in this secret realm with just one sword.
On the Zhanlu sword, there is also a sword light that is several meters long. The two sword lights collided, creating a spark. It looked like the two people were fighting with two fire dragons. The sword light on the Broken Army Sword was azure, revealing the power of thunder and lightning. The sword light on the Zhanlu sword is white, and every time the sword is struck, snowflakes will fly.
Before Xuanyuan could react, An Zheng punched Xuanyuan on the back. The power of Zhengdao Pure Yang burst out from his fist, almost burning a big hole in Xuanyuan's back. Xuanyuan's clothes were scorched, the skin on his back was burnt black, and even a piece of muscle was burned away, exposing the inside. The spine is almost black. Fortunately, he was the clone of an Immortal Emperor who fought hard, otherwise this punch would have been enough to kill him.
"You have no chance!"
"Never again."
Even though this clone's strength is too weak, the Immortal Emperor is the Immortal Emperor, a person who once stood at the pinnacle of practitioners.
With a pop, An Zheng was so shocked that he vomited a mouthful of blood. However, the sword energy did not pierce his body. After being tempered by purple fire and tempered by the secret realm, An Zheng's physical body had become frighteningly powerful. If An Zheng's strength is not yet at the Xiaoman realm, his physical strength is already comparable to that of a Daman realm practitioner, and is far from comparable to that of Xuanyuan!
But An Zheng didn't have the slightest fear, just as he said just now. He is a man with obsessions in his heart. If he can't even get over the hurdle of Xuanyuan, why would he want to suppress the world
An Zheng succeeded with one punch, giving Xuanyuan no chance to counterattack. The Broken Army Sword stabbed him from behind, and a burst of lightning flashed from the tip of the sword.
"But it's just a clone of a clone!"
An Zheng's body suddenly moved, and the two twin trees took him through hundreds of Xuanyuan's clones. Xuanyuan's power couldn't be spread among hundreds of clones, otherwise the power would be too weak to hurt An Zheng. So these hundreds of clones actually share the same power. Xuanyuan's power can be arbitrarily selected among hundreds of clones, which can completely paralyze the enemy, so that the enemy does not know which clone takes action.
Xuanyuan suddenly moved forward, and a ball of exploding snow suddenly appeared in front of An Zheng. He held the hilt of Zhanlu Sword with both hands, and the tip of the sword thrust forward straight into An Zheng's throat.
But what An Zheng relies on is speed. When the speed completely surpasses the opponent, the opponent can no longer react at all. If An Zheng was besieged, Xuanyuan would have enough time to choose which clone to take action without any flaws. But now, he couldn't keep up with An Zheng's speed. He saw An Zheng rushing towards a clone, and when he was about to transfer the power to the clone, An Zheng had already cut off the clone with a sword.
An Zheng's voice appeared behind Xuanyuan, which caused a layer of cold sweat to break out on Xuanyuan's back. The opponent was clearly under his sword, so why was he suddenly behind him
Xuanyuan's Zhanlu Sword was raised from bottom to top. The sword energy extended from the ground and cut a straight groove on the ground. An Zheng's Broken Army Sword was also thrust forward, and the sword energy collided with the sword energy on the ground. The ground shook first, and then countless sharp and broken sword energy surged out in all directions, within a radius of a hundred meters. The earth was cut into pieces and devastated.
As Xuanyuan roared angrily, a fierce sword energy erupted from Zhanlu Sword. The sword energy was no longer strands, but condensed into a ball. A huge snowball seemed to condense on the tip of the Zhanlu Sword, and then exploded in front of An Zheng. The sword energy contained in it is so fierce, and it also contains a cold energy that can seal off the opponent's cultivation power!
[Po Jun: Lightning strike!]
With a pop, An Zheng was so shocked that he vomited a mouthful of blood. However, the sword energy did not pierce his body. After being tempered by purple fire and tempered by the secret realm, An Zheng's physical body had become frighteningly powerful. If An Zheng's strength is not yet at the Xiaoman realm, his physical strength is already comparable to that of a Daman realm practitioner, and is far from comparable to that of Xuanyuan!
A sharp aura appeared on An Zheng's back, and before An Zheng could react, the sword energy had already arrived. At least hundreds of Xuanyuan appeared. Although the power of these Xuanyuan was not strong, everyone could control Xuanyuan's sword energy at will. They don't have the Zhanlu Sword in their hands, but they put their middle and index fingers together and use them as swords!
The sword energy mixed with the power of thunder and lightning is greatly enhanced in sharpness and dominance. The sword energy penetrated from the wound on Xuanyuan's back, and then penetrated from Xuanyuan's lower abdomen. The sword energy continued to move forward, plowing a deep and long furrow on the ground.
Xuanyuan's Zhanlu Sword was raised from bottom to top. The sword energy extended from the ground and cut a straight groove on the ground. An Zheng's Broken Army Sword was also thrust forward, and the sword energy collided with the sword energy on the ground. The ground shook first, and then countless sharp and broken sword energy surged out in all directions, within a radius of a hundred meters. The earth was cut into pieces and devastated.
Just when Xuanyuan's expression changed, An Zheng's sword energy arrived. A tail flame that was several meters long shot out from the Broken Army Sword, and the sword's light was as sharp as a long sword and was incomparably sharp. The sword light swung over, and the sharp aura also arrived. Xuanyuan's face changed color and he did not dare to neglect, and struck out with his sword with all his strength.
An Zheng moved his sword forward: "No matter what you are, what if you are an Immortal Emperor? In front of me, you are just a few obstacles on my way forward. If I can't cross a small threshold like you , I don’t need to be obsessed.”
Xuanyuan spat out a mouthful of blood and turned around with difficulty: "Do you think... you won?"
And An Zheng's current strength has not yet reached the Xiaoman realm. It is undoubtedly a terrifying thing to cross five realms to fight his opponent.
An Zheng was a swordsman for twenty-seven times in a row, and there was no longer a scale of the holy fish around him. These twenty-seven swords were completed in a flash of lightning. If it were seen by others, they might only see one sword. After twenty-seven sword strikes, Xuanyuan actually forced back An Zheng's absolute defense, and then stabbed An Zheng in the heart with one sword.
This is equivalent to Xuanyuan running behind An Zheng, only to be pushed further and further away. However, in just a few moments, Xuanyuan's clones were defeated one by one. The little remaining sword energy in those clones was sucked in by An Zheng.
puff!
Xuanyuan: "You can die, and I will wait for the next practitioner."
An Zheng's expression suddenly changed, but it was already too late. Xuanyuan was injured before and a lot of blood was spilled. Now every place where there is Xuanyuan Zhihe, a Xuanyuan emerges from the earth like a plant growing. Every drop of blood turned into a Xuanyuan.
An Zheng stuffed the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder into the wound on Xuanyuan's back: "If you leave, the sword stays!"
It was An Zheng who pierced Xuanyuan with his sword before, and now it was Xuanyuan who stabbed An Zheng with his sword. The injury was also on the back.
An Zheng's voice appeared behind Xuanyuan, which caused a layer of cold sweat to break out on Xuanyuan's back. The opponent was clearly under his sword, so why was he suddenly behind him
[Blood Magic Clone]
As An Zheng moved forward, the phantom of the Third Eye flew out from the blood bead bracelet, immediately identifying the grade of the long sword in Xuanyuan's hand for An Zheng.
"Great power!"
puff!
Xuanyuan's Zhanlu Sword was raised from bottom to top. The sword energy extended from the ground and cut a straight groove on the ground. An Zheng's Broken Army Sword was also thrust forward, and the sword energy collided with the sword energy on the ground. The ground shook first, and then countless sharp and broken sword energy surged out in all directions, within a radius of a hundred meters. The earth was cut into pieces and devastated.
[Zhanlu, the peak gold-level magic weapon, is an ancient magic weapon. Although it is the peak gold-level weapon, the sword holder can exert a more ferocious and domineering sword energy, which can increase the attack power of the sword energy by 50%. Although the magic weapon has a single function, it can greatly enhance the practitioner's power in battle. This sword is made of ice iron under the cold pool of clear water. The material grade is the same as that of the Great Venus dragon-patterned steel, second only to the star-patterned meteorite. If the star-patterned meteorite is added, it can be upgraded to the first grade of purple. It can also be integrated into the Pojun Sword. The Pojun Sword will have Zhanlu's ability and increase the sword's energy by 50%.]
A sharp aura appeared on An Zheng's back, and before An Zheng could react, the sword energy had already arrived. At least hundreds of Xuanyuan appeared. Although the power of these Xuanyuan was not strong, everyone could control Xuanyuan's sword energy at will. They don't have the Zhanlu Sword in their hands, but they put their middle and index fingers together and use them as swords!
Xuanyuan's Zhanlu Sword was raised from bottom to top. The sword energy extended from the ground and cut a straight groove on the ground. An Zheng's Broken Army Sword was also thrust forward, and the sword energy collided with the sword energy on the ground. The ground shook first, and then countless sharp and broken sword energy surged out in all directions, within a radius of a hundred meters. The earth was cut into pieces and devastated.
[Zhanlu, the peak gold-level magic weapon, is an ancient magic weapon. Although it is the peak gold-level weapon, the sword holder can exert a more ferocious and domineering sword energy, which can increase the attack power of the sword energy by 50%. Although the magic weapon has a single function, it can greatly enhance the practitioner's power in battle. This sword is made of ice iron under the cold pool of clear water. The material grade is the same as that of the Great Venus dragon-patterned steel, second only to the star-patterned meteorite. If the star-patterned meteorite is added, it can be upgraded to the first grade of purple. It can also be integrated into the Pojun Sword. The Pojun Sword will have Zhanlu's ability and increase the sword's energy by 50%.]
"Never again."
With a pop, An Zheng was so shocked that he vomited a mouthful of blood. However, the sword energy did not pierce his body. After being tempered by purple fire and tempered by the secret realm, An Zheng's physical body had become frighteningly powerful. If An Zheng's strength is not yet at the Xiaoman realm, his physical strength is already comparable to that of a Daman realm practitioner, and is far from comparable to that of Xuanyuan!
Xuanyuan suddenly moved forward, and a ball of exploding snow suddenly appeared in front of An Zheng. He held the hilt of Zhanlu Sword with both hands, and the tip of the sword thrust forward straight into An Zheng's throat.
It was An Zheng who pierced Xuanyuan with his sword before, and now it was Xuanyuan who stabbed An Zheng with his sword. The injury was also on the back.
But An Zheng didn't have the slightest fear, just as he said just now. He is a man with obsessions in his heart. If he can't even get over the hurdle of Xuanyuan, why would he want to suppress the world
An Zheng was a swordsman for twenty-seven times in a row, and there was no longer a scale of the holy fish around him. These twenty-seven swords were completed in a flash of lightning. If it were seen by others, they might only see one sword. After twenty-seven sword strikes, Xuanyuan actually forced back An Zheng's absolute defense, and then stabbed An Zheng in the heart with one sword.
Just when Xuanyuan's expression changed, An Zheng's sword energy arrived. A tail flame that was several meters long shot out from the Broken Army Sword, and the sword's light was as sharp as a long sword and was incomparably sharp. The sword light swung over, and the sharp aura also arrived. Xuanyuan's face changed color and he did not dare to neglect, and struck out with his sword with all his strength.
But An Zheng didn't have the slightest fear, just as he said just now. He is a man with obsessions in his heart. If he can't even get over the hurdle of Xuanyuan, why would he want to suppress the world
With a pop, An Zheng was so shocked that he vomited a mouthful of blood. However, the sword energy did not pierce his body. After being tempered by purple fire and tempered by the secret realm, An Zheng's physical body had become frighteningly powerful. If An Zheng's strength is not yet at the Xiaoman realm, his physical strength is already comparable to that of a Daman realm practitioner, and is far from comparable to that of Xuanyuan!
As An Zheng moved forward, the phantom of the Third Eye flew out from the blood bead bracelet, immediately identifying the grade of the long sword in Xuanyuan's hand for An Zheng.
An Zheng turned around and struck out with his sword, and the several-meter-long sword light directly cut off Xuanyuan Lazy behind him. An Zheng felt the surging sword intent in the shattered clone. He raised his body and inhaled fiercely, breathing greedily.
An Zheng moved his sword forward: "No matter what you are, what if you are an Immortal Emperor? In front of me, you are just a few obstacles on my way forward. If I can't cross a small threshold like you , I don’t need to be obsessed.”
The scales of the holy fish that stood in front of An Zheng were knocked away again, but Xuanyuan's technique had just been launched. One sword, two swords, three swords... one sword is faster than the other. The sound of "dang-dang-dang" was heard endlessly, and all the twenty-seven scales of the holy fish that turned in front of An Zheng were knocked away. The power of this sword energy is direct and strong. Every time the sword hits the snowflakes, it is a huge force.
"Never again."
But An Zheng didn't have the slightest fear, just as he said just now. He is a man with obsessions in his heart. If he can't even get over the hurdle of Xuanyuan, why would he want to suppress the world
An Zheng's body suddenly moved, and the two twin trees took him through hundreds of Xuanyuan's clones. Xuanyuan's power couldn't be spread among hundreds of clones, otherwise the power would be too weak to hurt An Zheng. So these hundreds of clones actually share the same power. Xuanyuan's power can be arbitrarily selected among hundreds of clones, which can completely paralyze the enemy, so that the enemy does not know which clone takes action.
"It's very powerful."
Dang! A piece of holy fish scales that automatically flew out to block An Zheng's sword was actually knocked away. But in the blink of an eye, the second holy fish scale turned around again. Twenty-seven holy fish scales surrounded An Zheng, leaving almost no dead ends.
An Zheng's body suddenly moved, and the two twin trees took him through hundreds of Xuanyuan's clones. Xuanyuan's power couldn't be spread among hundreds of clones, otherwise the power would be too weak to hurt An Zheng. So these hundreds of clones actually share the same power. Xuanyuan's power can be arbitrarily selected among hundreds of clones, which can completely paralyze the enemy, so that the enemy does not know which clone takes action.
Bang!
"Never again."
An Zheng's body suddenly moved, and the two twin trees took him through hundreds of Xuanyuan's clones. Xuanyuan's power couldn't be spread among hundreds of clones, otherwise the power would be too weak to hurt An Zheng. So these hundreds of clones actually share the same power. Xuanyuan's power can be arbitrarily selected among hundreds of clones, which can completely paralyze the enemy, so that the enemy does not know which clone takes action.
"The intensity is enough, but you are not fast enough."
An Zheng spat out the blood from his mouth, with a fierce look in his eyes.
Xuanyuan blocked the sword energy, but could not stop An Zheng. An Zheng and the sword energy were activated at the same time. When the sword energy attacked, An Zheng was also teleported by the twin trees of two generations to Xuanyuan's back. A ball of intense purple light appeared in his palm, which was the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder that An Zheng could now complete with one hand.
As An Zheng moved forward, the phantom of the Third Eye flew out from the blood bead bracelet, immediately identifying the grade of the long sword in Xuanyuan's hand for An Zheng.
With a pop, An Zheng was so shocked that he vomited a mouthful of blood. However, the sword energy did not pierce his body. After being tempered by purple fire and tempered by the secret realm, An Zheng's physical body had become frighteningly powerful. If An Zheng's strength is not yet at the Xiaoman realm, his physical strength is already comparable to that of a Daman realm practitioner, and is far from comparable to that of Xuanyuan!
And An Zheng's current strength has not yet reached the Xiaoman realm. It is undoubtedly a terrifying thing to cross five realms to fight his opponent.
But what An Zheng relies on is speed. When the speed completely surpasses the opponent, the opponent can no longer react at all. If An Zheng was besieged, Xuanyuan would have enough time to choose which clone to take action without any flaws. But now, he couldn't keep up with An Zheng's speed. He saw An Zheng rushing towards a clone, and when he was about to transfer the power to the clone, An Zheng had already cut off the clone with a sword.
An Zheng was a swordsman for twenty-seven times in a row, and there was no longer a scale of the holy fish around him. These twenty-seven swords were completed in a flash of lightning. If it were seen by others, they might only see one sword. After twenty-seven sword strikes, Xuanyuan actually forced back An Zheng's absolute defense, and then stabbed An Zheng in the heart with one sword.
"But it's just a clone of a clone!"
With a clang, the two long swords collided in mid-air. A very strong force was transmitted to An Zheng's arm, and the stabbed bones felt pain. An Zheng judged from the strength of the sword energy that Xuanyuan's strength was higher than the Qinglian he had killed before. In addition, this sword can increase the sword energy by 50%, and Xuanyuan's strength can be increased to about the fifth level of Xiaoman realm.
This is equivalent to Xuanyuan running behind An Zheng, only to be pushed further and further away. However, in just a few moments, Xuanyuan's clones were defeated one by one. The little remaining sword energy in those clones was sucked in by An Zheng.
On the Zhanlu sword, there is also a sword light that is several meters long. The two sword lights collided, creating a spark. It looked like the two people were fighting with two fire dragons. The sword light on the Broken Army Sword was azure, revealing the power of thunder and lightning. The sword light on the Zhanlu sword is white, and every time the sword is struck, snowflakes will fly.
An Zheng turned around and struck out with his sword, and the several-meter-long sword light directly cut off Xuanyuan Lazy behind him. An Zheng felt the surging sword intent in the shattered clone. He raised his body and inhaled fiercely, breathing greedily.
It was An Zheng who pierced Xuanyuan with his sword before, and now it was Xuanyuan who stabbed An Zheng with his sword. The injury was also on the back.
An Zheng thrust forward, and the sword energy on the long sword went straight to Xuanyuan with the power of thunder. Xuanyuan held Zhan Lujian in front of his chest, with hatred in his eyes: "I will definitely kill you!"
An Zheng stuffed the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder into the wound on Xuanyuan's back: "If you leave, the sword stays!"
This is equivalent to Xuanyuan running behind An Zheng, only to be pushed further and further away. However, in just a few moments, Xuanyuan's clones were defeated one by one. The little remaining sword energy in those clones was sucked in by An Zheng.
"It's a pity for you to have such a strong sword spirit."
"I am the master here!"
"I am the master here!"
But An Zheng didn't have the slightest fear, just as he said just now. He is a man with obsessions in his heart. If he can't even get over the hurdle of Xuanyuan, why would he want to suppress the world
Xuanyuan suddenly moved forward, and a ball of exploding snow suddenly appeared in front of An Zheng. He held the hilt of Zhanlu Sword with both hands, and the tip of the sword thrust forward straight into An Zheng's throat.
An Zheng's body suddenly moved, and the two twin trees took him through hundreds of Xuanyuan's clones. Xuanyuan's power couldn't be spread among hundreds of clones, otherwise the power would be too weak to hurt An Zheng. So these hundreds of clones actually share the same power. Xuanyuan's power can be arbitrarily selected among hundreds of clones, which can completely paralyze the enemy, so that the enemy does not know which clone takes action.
[Po Jun: Lightning strike!]
"It's a pity for you to have such a strong sword spirit."
An Zheng's body suddenly moved, and the two twin trees took him through hundreds of Xuanyuan's clones. Xuanyuan's power couldn't be spread among hundreds of clones, otherwise the power would be too weak to hurt An Zheng. So these hundreds of clones actually share the same power. Xuanyuan's power can be arbitrarily selected among hundreds of clones, which can completely paralyze the enemy, so that the enemy does not know which clone takes action.
Xuanyuan's feelings were deeper than An Zheng's. He thought that this sword could stab An Zheng. After all, he had seen the decisive battle between An Zheng and Qinglian. As long as the opponent is not given the opportunity to use that terrifying forbidden technique, An Zheng is not terrible. Zhan Lu has improved his speed and sword power, and he is confident that he can kill Qinglian in this secret realm with just one sword.
Xuanyuan's Zhanlu Sword was raised from bottom to top. The sword energy extended from the ground and cut a straight groove on the ground. An Zheng's Broken Army Sword was also thrust forward, and the sword energy collided with the sword energy on the ground. The ground shook first, and then countless sharp and broken sword energy surged out in all directions, within a radius of a hundred meters. The earth was cut into pieces and devastated.
Xuanyuan blocked the sword energy, but could not stop An Zheng. An Zheng and the sword energy were activated at the same time. When the sword energy attacked, An Zheng was also teleported by the twin trees of two generations to Xuanyuan's back. A ball of intense purple light appeared in his palm, which was the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder that An Zheng could now complete with one hand.
boom!
An Zheng's expression suddenly changed, but it was already too late. Xuanyuan was injured before and a lot of blood was spilled. Now every place where there is Xuanyuan Zhihe, a Xuanyuan emerges from the earth like a plant growing. Every drop of blood turned into a Xuanyuan.
Xuanyuan suddenly moved forward, and a ball of exploding snow suddenly appeared in front of An Zheng. He held the hilt of Zhanlu Sword with both hands, and the tip of the sword thrust forward straight into An Zheng's throat.
But what An Zheng relies on is speed. When the speed completely surpasses the opponent, the opponent can no longer react at all. If An Zheng was besieged, Xuanyuan would have enough time to choose which clone to take action without any flaws. But now, he couldn't keep up with An Zheng's speed. He saw An Zheng rushing towards a clone, and when he was about to transfer the power to the clone, An Zheng had already cut off the clone with a sword.
An Zheng's body suddenly moved, and the two twin trees took him through hundreds of Xuanyuan's clones. Xuanyuan's power couldn't be spread among hundreds of clones, otherwise the power would be too weak to hurt An Zheng. So these hundreds of clones actually share the same power. Xuanyuan's power can be arbitrarily selected among hundreds of clones, which can completely paralyze the enemy, so that the enemy does not know which clone takes action.
The Broken Army Sword pierced the throat of the last Xuanyuan clone. An Zheng turned around and looked at Xuanyuan behind him: "Do you feel very sad and angry? Do you think that since you are the clone of Immortal Emperor Xuanyuan, you can win for granted? If you think so If so, it’s better to think that you are stronger than me so you deserve to win. Unfortunately... I never make sense in fights. "
An Zheng's voice appeared behind Xuanyuan, which caused a layer of cold sweat to break out on Xuanyuan's back. The opponent was clearly under his sword, so why was he suddenly behind him
An Zheng's voice appeared behind Xuanyuan, which caused a layer of cold sweat to break out on Xuanyuan's back. The opponent was clearly under his sword, so why was he suddenly behind him
"It's very powerful."
"If I'm not arrogant, why should I suppress the world?"
This is equivalent to Xuanyuan running behind An Zheng, only to be pushed further and further away. However, in just a few moments, Xuanyuan's clones were defeated one by one. The little remaining sword energy in those clones was sucked in by An Zheng.
An Zheng smiled inwardly... What an ancient magical weapon, it would be a pity to keep it, but it would be great to give it to Po Jun.
puff!
[Blood Magic Clone]
puff!
An Zheng was such a person. His body was obviously injured and bleeding, but the pain only stimulated his fighting spirit even more. If not, how could one man resist the siege of so many masters on Cangman Mountain? And instead, he killed so many people on the other side.
With a pop, An Zheng was so shocked that he vomited a mouthful of blood. However, the sword energy did not pierce his body. After being tempered by purple fire and tempered by the secret realm, An Zheng's physical body had become frighteningly powerful. If An Zheng's strength is not yet at the Xiaoman realm, his physical strength is already comparable to that of a Daman realm practitioner, and is far from comparable to that of Xuanyuan!
Xuanyuan suddenly moved forward, and a ball of exploding snow suddenly appeared in front of An Zheng. He held the hilt of Zhanlu Sword with both hands, and the tip of the sword thrust forward straight into An Zheng's throat.
An Zheng spat out the blood from his mouth, with a fierce look in his eyes.
"Never again."
puff!
"Great power!"
An Zheng was such a person. His body was obviously injured and bleeding, but the pain only stimulated his fighting spirit even more. If not, how could one man resist the siege of so many masters on Cangman Mountain? And instead, he killed so many people on the other side.
Even though this clone's strength is too weak, the Immortal Emperor is the Immortal Emperor, a person who once stood at the pinnacle of practitioners.
An Zheng turned around and struck out with his sword, and the several-meter-long sword light directly cut off Xuanyuan Lazy behind him. An Zheng felt the surging sword intent in the shattered clone. He raised his body and inhaled fiercely, breathing greedily.
An Zheng stuffed the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder into the wound on Xuanyuan's back: "If you leave, the sword stays!"
An Zheng was a swordsman for twenty-seven times in a row, and there was no longer a scale of the holy fish around him. These twenty-seven swords were completed in a flash of lightning. If it were seen by others, they might only see one sword. After twenty-seven sword strikes, Xuanyuan actually forced back An Zheng's absolute defense, and then stabbed An Zheng in the heart with one sword.
An Zheng was a swordsman for twenty-seven times in a row, and there was no longer a scale of the holy fish around him. These twenty-seven swords were completed in a flash of lightning. If it were seen by others, they might only see one sword. After twenty-seven sword strikes, Xuanyuan actually forced back An Zheng's absolute defense, and then stabbed An Zheng in the heart with one sword.
The Broken Army Sword pierced the throat of the last Xuanyuan clone. An Zheng turned around and looked at Xuanyuan behind him: "Do you feel very sad and angry? Do you think that since you are the clone of Immortal Emperor Xuanyuan, you can win for granted? If you think so If so, it’s better to think that you are stronger than me so you deserve to win. Unfortunately... I never make sense in fights. "
"If I'm not arrogant, why should I suppress the world?"
"The intensity is enough, but you are not fast enough."
An Zheng's body suddenly moved, and the two twin trees took him through hundreds of Xuanyuan's clones. Xuanyuan's power couldn't be spread among hundreds of clones, otherwise the power would be too weak to hurt An Zheng. So these hundreds of clones actually share the same power. Xuanyuan's power can be arbitrarily selected among hundreds of clones, which can completely paralyze the enemy, so that the enemy does not know which clone takes action.
However, this sword did not cause any harm to the opponent!
An Zheng succeeded with one punch, giving Xuanyuan no chance to counterattack. The Broken Army Sword stabbed him from behind, and a burst of lightning flashed from the tip of the sword.
With a pop, An Zheng was so shocked that he vomited a mouthful of blood. However, the sword energy did not pierce his body. After being tempered by purple fire and tempered by the secret realm, An Zheng's physical body had become frighteningly powerful. If An Zheng's strength is not yet at the Xiaoman realm, his physical strength is already comparable to that of a Daman realm practitioner, and is far from comparable to that of Xuanyuan!
An Zheng thrust forward, and the sword energy on the long sword went straight to Xuanyuan with the power of thunder. Xuanyuan held Zhan Lujian in front of his chest, with hatred in his eyes: "I will definitely kill you!"
And An Zheng's current strength has not yet reached the Xiaoman realm. It is undoubtedly a terrifying thing to cross five realms to fight his opponent.
But An Zheng didn't have the slightest fear, just as he said just now. He is a man with obsessions in his heart. If he can't even get over the hurdle of Xuanyuan, why would he want to suppress the world
A sharp aura appeared on An Zheng's back, and before An Zheng could react, the sword energy had already arrived. At least hundreds of Xuanyuan appeared. Although the power of these Xuanyuan was not strong, everyone could control Xuanyuan's sword energy at will. They don't have the Zhanlu Sword in their hands, but they put their middle and index fingers together and use them as swords!
This is equivalent to Xuanyuan running behind An Zheng, only to be pushed further and further away. However, in just a few moments, Xuanyuan's clones were defeated one by one. The little remaining sword energy in those clones was sucked in by An Zheng.
"You have no chance!"
Xuanyuan blocked the sword energy, but could not stop An Zheng. An Zheng and the sword energy were activated at the same time. When the sword energy attacked, An Zheng was also teleported by the twin trees of two generations to Xuanyuan's back. A ball of intense purple light appeared in his palm, which was the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder that An Zheng could now complete with one hand.
"But it's just a clone of a clone!"
With a clang, the two long swords collided in mid-air. A very strong force was transmitted to An Zheng's arm, and the stabbed bones felt pain. An Zheng judged from the strength of the sword energy that Xuanyuan's strength was higher than the Qinglian he had killed before. In addition, this sword can increase the sword energy by 50%, and Xuanyuan's strength can be increased to about the fifth level of Xiaoman realm.
Xuanyuan blocked the sword energy, but could not stop An Zheng. An Zheng and the sword energy were activated at the same time. When the sword energy attacked, An Zheng was also teleported by the twin trees of two generations to Xuanyuan's back. A ball of intense purple light appeared in his palm, which was the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder that An Zheng could now complete with one hand.
Dang! A piece of holy fish scales that automatically flew out to block An Zheng's sword was actually knocked away. But in the blink of an eye, the second holy fish scale turned around again. Twenty-seven holy fish scales surrounded An Zheng, leaving almost no dead ends.
Xuanyuan's Zhanlu Sword was raised from bottom to top. The sword energy extended from the ground and cut a straight groove on the ground. An Zheng's Broken Army Sword was also thrust forward, and the sword energy collided with the sword energy on the ground. The ground shook first, and then countless sharp and broken sword energy surged out in all directions, within a radius of a hundred meters. The earth was cut into pieces and devastated.
[Blood Magic Clone]
"But it's just a clone of a clone!"
An Zheng succeeded with one punch, giving Xuanyuan no chance to counterattack. The Broken Army Sword stabbed him from behind, and a burst of lightning flashed from the tip of the sword.
The sword energy mixed with the power of thunder and lightning is greatly enhanced in sharpness and dominance. The sword energy penetrated from the wound on Xuanyuan's back, and then penetrated from Xuanyuan's lower abdomen. The sword energy continued to move forward, plowing a deep and long furrow on the ground.
An Zheng stuffed the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder into the wound on Xuanyuan's back: "If you leave, the sword stays!"
Xuanyuan spat out a mouthful of blood and turned around with difficulty: "Do you think... you won?"
"Never again."
The Broken Army Sword pierced the throat of the last Xuanyuan clone. An Zheng turned around and looked at Xuanyuan behind him: "Do you feel very sad and angry? Do you think that since you are the clone of Immortal Emperor Xuanyuan, you can win for granted? If you think so If so, it’s better to think that you are stronger than me so you deserve to win. Unfortunately... I never make sense in fights. "
As Xuanyuan roared angrily, a fierce sword energy erupted from Zhanlu Sword. The sword energy was no longer strands, but condensed into a ball. A huge snowball seemed to condense on the tip of the Zhanlu Sword, and then exploded in front of An Zheng. The sword energy contained in it is so fierce, and it also contains a cold energy that can seal off the opponent's cultivation power!
An Zheng thrust forward, and the sword energy on the long sword went straight to Xuanyuan with the power of thunder. Xuanyuan held Zhan Lujian in front of his chest, with hatred in his eyes: "I will definitely kill you!"
This is equivalent to Xuanyuan running behind An Zheng, only to be pushed further and further away. However, in just a few moments, Xuanyuan's clones were defeated one by one. The little remaining sword energy in those clones was sucked in by An Zheng.
An Zheng's body suddenly moved, and the two twin trees took him through hundreds of Xuanyuan's clones. Xuanyuan's power couldn't be spread among hundreds of clones, otherwise the power would be too weak to hurt An Zheng. So these hundreds of clones actually share the same power. Xuanyuan's power can be arbitrarily selected among hundreds of clones, which can completely paralyze the enemy, so that the enemy does not know which clone takes action.
An Zheng was such a person. His body was obviously injured and bleeding, but the pain only stimulated his fighting spirit even more. If not, how could one man resist the siege of so many masters on Cangman Mountain? And instead, he killed so many people on the other side.
The two people moved quickly, and everything they said, whether it was trees or buildings, was razed to the ground. Wherever the sword light swept, not even huge rocks could stop it. The sword light swept over the boulders several meters high and cut them open.
"Never again."
An Zheng stuffed the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder into the wound on Xuanyuan's back: "If you leave, the sword stays!"
"Great power!"
"Never again."
An Zheng's voice appeared behind Xuanyuan, which caused a layer of cold sweat to break out on Xuanyuan's back. The opponent was clearly under his sword, so why was he suddenly behind him
An Zheng was such a person. His body was obviously injured and bleeding, but the pain only stimulated his fighting spirit even more. If not, how could one man resist the siege of so many masters on Cangman Mountain? And instead, he killed so many people on the other side.
An Zheng's spirit was lifted, and his sword energy came out.
Before Xuanyuan could react, An Zheng punched Xuanyuan on the back. The power of Zhengdao Pure Yang burst out from his fist, almost burning a big hole in Xuanyuan's back. Xuanyuan's clothes were scorched, the skin on his back was burnt black, and even a piece of muscle was burned away, exposing the inside. The spine is almost black. Fortunately, he was the clone of an Immortal Emperor who fought hard, otherwise this punch would have been enough to kill him.
But what An Zheng relies on is speed. When the speed completely surpasses the opponent, the opponent can no longer react at all. If An Zheng was besieged, Xuanyuan would have enough time to choose which clone to take action without any flaws. But now, he couldn't keep up with An Zheng's speed. He saw An Zheng rushing towards a clone, and when he was about to transfer the power to the clone, An Zheng had already cut off the clone with a sword.
boom!
On the Zhanlu sword, there is also a sword light that is several meters long. The two sword lights collided, creating a spark. It looked like the two people were fighting with two fire dragons. The sword light on the Broken Army Sword was azure, revealing the power of thunder and lightning. The sword light on the Zhanlu sword is white, and every time the sword is struck, snowflakes will fly.
Bang!
"Great power!"
"But it's just a clone of a clone!"
However, this sword did not cause any harm to the opponent!
"The intensity is enough, but you are not fast enough."
"It's a pity for you to have such a strong sword spirit."