Feng Xiuyang still had the peach wood sword in his hand. An Zheng had fought with Feng Xiuyang in Fanggu City, the capital of Yan State. Feng Xiu uses the peach wood sword to gather peach blossoms, and uses the peach blossoms to feed the resentful spirits. There is a kind of reincarnation power in the sword intention.
Feng Xiuyang said with a smile: "A child who doesn't answer other people's questions is not a good child, and neither are you. Children who are not good children will be punished, and you are no exception."
An Zheng smiled: "You think it's too low? I'll improve it later."
The way An Zheng held up the setting sun looked like an ant about to be crushed to death by Feng Xiu's eye.
Feng Xiuyang raised his finger and pointed at the sky.
The air wave swept out in all directions, and the foot stepped on the sunset, finally stepping on the sunset. But Feng Xiuyang had no intention of stopping at all. He continued to stamp on the watermelon crazily, as if it was not finished until he crushed the watermelon. However, a real watermelon will definitely be trampled to pieces, but it is not a watermelon, but really the sun in this barrier.
When the peach wood sword comes out, the sky is still filled with peach blossoms.
Feng Xiuyang at that time was completely different from Feng Xiuyang now, and An Zheng at this moment was no longer the young man from Yan State.
Feng Xiuyang stood on the edge of the basin, looking inside for An Zheng's shadow.
In fact, this is a very simple truth, whoever is quick will take the initiative. Under the same realm, the same cultivation power, and the same people, in this case, the advantage of speed can be directly transformed into victory.
Yes, this is his world and he can change it at will.
A lavender light group suddenly appeared outside his body. Not long after this light group appeared, the peach petals flying in the sky arrived.
He must feel very good. An Zheng must feel very good when he is pressed down by the sunset and explodes. It was as if he caught a flea that had been hiding on his body for a long time, and when he pinched the flea to death with his nails, blood spurted out with a pop.
At this moment of pressure, the world suddenly changed.
A long time ago, An Zheng always had a feeling in his heart that his opponent would be Feng Xiuyang. At that time, Feng Xiuyang's strength was not outstanding in the Yan Kingdom. Above him there is Su Feilun and Nie Qing. But now so much time has passed, Nie Qing died in the battlefield in Eastern Xinjiang, and Su Feilun has disappeared.
Feng Xiuyang, holding the moon, looks like a monster.
But there was no such feeling of pleasure.
He stretched out a hand and pressed it on the sunset, just like a normal person pressing his finger on a watermelon. However, there is a person under the watermelon, a person as big as an ant.
When the peach wood sword comes out, the sky is still filled with peach blossoms.
Feng Xiuyang looked at An Zheng. There was no hostility, but a kind of appreciation: "I suffered the backlash, so I know better than you. This strength is about 40% of what I just exerted."
In the distance, Feng Xiuyang's face changed slightly, and there was a hint of fishy sweetness in her throat.
"I don't believe you can turn over."
When the peach wood sword comes out, the sky is still filled with peach blossoms.
Feng Xiuyang at that time was completely different from Feng Xiuyang now, and An Zheng at this moment was no longer the young man from Yan State.
"You seem to be able to persevere. You are really an admirable person. I think people like you must be able to become saints, if you don't die. But how can I prevent you from dying? If you don't die, how can I Sanctification?"
This is Feng Xiuyang's barrier. He said that this barrier was given to him by Master Zhang of Wudang Mountain.
This is Feng Xiuyang's barrier. He said that this barrier was given to him by Master Zhang of Wudang Mountain.
Feng Xiuyang lay on the ground, because he was big and An Zheng was small. He lay on the ground and looked at An Zheng, and then got angry.
Feng Xiuyang smiled and said: "Sunset, not dark."
An Zheng: "You talk a lot of nonsense."
I don’t know if it’s true or not, but there’s no doubt that the barrier is powerful.
As soon as An Zheng moved, his surroundings were already covered with peach petals. He frowned slightly, thrust the Broken Army Sword down with both hands, and then put his hands together with a snap.
An Zheng: "You talk a lot of nonsense."
"Sunset."
Feng Xiuyang raised his finger and pointed at the sky.
A huge indescribable black sun fell. The black sun was without light or brightness, like a huge stone ball. But this stone ball is too big, too big for people to accept. It looks like An Zheng is like an ant, holding a large watermelon weighing several dozen kilograms.
Yes, this is his world and he can change it at will.
Feng Xiuyang at that time was completely different from Feng Xiuyang now, and An Zheng at this moment was no longer the young man from Yan State.
When the sword comes out, peach blossoms are flying.
A lavender light group appeared around An Zheng, and Peach Blossom also arrived.
Feng Xiuyang looked at An Zheng as if he was abnormal. He was so big that An Zheng could clearly see every pore on his face. I saw so many things in his eyes that others would never see, and saw a very deep meaning hidden in those eyes.
The young man in Taoist robes dancing among the falling peach blossoms looked so handsome and elegant.
He possessed himself, grabbed the setting sun and threw it into the sky, and the sun flew back and continued to be its sun. The distorted size contrast returned to normal, and Feng Xiuyang also returned to normal.
In fact, this is a very simple truth, whoever is quick will take the initiative. Under the same realm, the same cultivation power, and the same people, in this case, the advantage of speed can be directly transformed into victory.
"Why?"
He must feel very good. An Zheng must feel very good when he is pressed down by the sunset and explodes. It was as if he caught a flea that had been hiding on his body for a long time, and when he pinched the flea to death with his nails, blood spurted out with a pop.
Feng Xiuyang shook his head: "That's too high. Your opponent has already been injured by your counterattack before you take action. This kind of competition is impossible. Why is God so unfair to others, allowing you to have so much."
The crescent moon began to rotate, and it rotated very fast, so it looked like a full moon. Countless cold white blades were released from the rapidly rotating moon, increasing in number and faster as the moon rotated. Countless sharp blades shot into the basin like bullets fired from machine guns, and plowed the basin over and over again like plows.
As soon as An Zheng moved, his surroundings were already covered with peach petals. He frowned slightly, thrust the Broken Army Sword down with both hands, and then put his hands together with a snap.
boom!
As soon as An Zheng moved, his surroundings were already covered with peach petals. He frowned slightly, thrust the Broken Army Sword down with both hands, and then put his hands together with a snap.
Feng Xiuyang stood on the edge of the basin, looking inside for An Zheng's shadow.
The young man in Taoist robes dancing among the falling peach blossoms looked so handsome and elegant.
He possessed himself, grabbed the setting sun and threw it into the sky, and the sun flew back and continued to be its sun. The distorted size contrast returned to normal, and Feng Xiuyang also returned to normal.
A lavender light group suddenly appeared outside his body. Not long after this light group appeared, the peach petals flying in the sky arrived.
As soon as An Zheng moved, his surroundings were already covered with peach petals. He frowned slightly, thrust the Broken Army Sword down with both hands, and then put his hands together with a snap.
Feng Xiuyang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's not easy to kill you. This is my barrier."
Feng Xiuyang said with a smile: "A child who doesn't answer other people's questions is not a good child, and neither are you. Children who are not good children will be punished, and you are no exception."
"What a speed."
It must be great.
Feng Xiuyang shook his head: "That's too high. Your opponent has already been injured by your counterattack before you take action. This kind of competition is impossible. Why is God so unfair to others, allowing you to have so much."
An Zheng's body bent down, feeling that all his bones would shatter in the next second. His hands were bent back, the setting sun already pressing down on his shoulders and back. An Zheng lowered his head, and all the bones in his body were groaning under the strain.
"Are you afraid of death?"
"What a speed."
An Zheng: "What's the use of sunset?"
When the peach blossoms fell, it seemed as if someone played the guzheng.
Individuals have different physiques and different speeds. Whether you are a practitioner or a martial artist, speed is actually the first element. Those who are fast enough will always have the upper hand in a duel. An Zheng's speed was already fast enough, but he didn't expect Feng Xiuyang's speed to be so ridiculously fast.
An Zheng: "What's the use of sunset?"
"Why?"
To An Zheng, when the huge sole fell, it was as if the sky had fallen.
Feng Xiuyang smiled and said: "Sunset, not dark."
"What a powerful counterattack, but it seems that you are not good at this defensive practice. The defense of ordinary practitioners is only offset. I attack with 100% of the strength, and the defense that can offset 60 to 70% of the strength is already good. The defensive technique that completely blocks it is extremely powerful. But your defensive technique has the power to counterattack, and it is not your strength, but mine. "
In fact, this is a very simple truth, whoever is quick will take the initiative. Under the same realm, the same cultivation power, and the same people, in this case, the advantage of speed can be directly transformed into victory.
Feng Xiuyang stood on the edge of the basin, looking inside for An Zheng's shadow.
"You seem to be able to persevere. You are really an admirable person. I think people like you must be able to become saints, if you don't die. But how can I prevent you from dying? If you don't die, how can I Sanctification?"
When the peach blossoms fell, it seemed as if someone played the guzheng.
A lavender light group appeared around An Zheng, and Peach Blossom also arrived.
Feng Xiuyang said with a smile: "A child who doesn't answer other people's questions is not a good child, and neither are you. Children who are not good children will be punished, and you are no exception."
He stretched out a hand and pressed it on the sunset, just like a normal person pressing his finger on a watermelon. However, there is a person under the watermelon, a person as big as an ant.
At this moment of pressure, the world suddenly changed.
"What a powerful counterattack, but it seems that you are not good at this defensive practice. The defense of ordinary practitioners is only offset. I attack with 100% of the strength, and the defense that can offset 60 to 70% of the strength is already good. The defensive technique that completely blocks it is extremely powerful. But your defensive technique has the power to counterattack, and it is not your strength, but mine. "
The way An Zheng held up the setting sun looked like an ant about to be crushed to death by Feng Xiu's eye.
Dang Dang Dang... The sound of metal hitting is endless. Each of those peach petals carries the power of murder. An Zheng's body absorbed the defensive power of the holy fish scales, which was a strange and powerful fusion. The defensive power of the Holy Fish Scales becomes part of An Zheng's own strength, which is actually equivalent to An Zheng having a double defense.
"Dead... dead to the core."
"What a powerful counterattack, but it seems that you are not good at this defensive practice. The defense of ordinary practitioners is only offset. I attack with 100% of the strength, and the defense that can offset 60 to 70% of the strength is already good. The defensive technique that completely blocks it is extremely powerful. But your defensive technique has the power to counterattack, and it is not your strength, but mine. "
When the peach blossoms fell, it seemed as if someone played the guzheng.
Dang Dang Dang... The sound of metal hitting is endless. Each of those peach petals carries the power of murder. An Zheng's body absorbed the defensive power of the holy fish scales, which was a strange and powerful fusion. The defensive power of the Holy Fish Scales becomes part of An Zheng's own strength, which is actually equivalent to An Zheng having a double defense.
But there was no such feeling of pleasure.
Feng Xiuyang at that time was completely different from Feng Xiuyang now, and An Zheng at this moment was no longer the young man from Yan State.
Just for a moment, with a murderous aura.
Just for a moment, with a murderous aura.
I don’t know if it’s true or not, but there’s no doubt that the barrier is powerful.
Feng Xiuyang looked at An Zheng as if he was abnormal. He was so big that An Zheng could clearly see every pore on his face. I saw so many things in his eyes that others would never see, and saw a very deep meaning hidden in those eyes.
The young man in Taoist robes dancing among the falling peach blossoms looked so handsome and elegant.
With the sound of the guzheng, all the peach blossoms immediately shook out. With An Zheng as the center, the falling peach blossoms formed a perfect circle. The peach blossoms falling on the ground are like lines drawn by someone with a paintbrush. They are red and have bright red blood sprinkled in the circle.
Feng Xiuyang still had the peach wood sword in his hand. An Zheng had fought with Feng Xiuyang in Fanggu City, the capital of Yan State. Feng Xiu uses the peach wood sword to gather peach blossoms, and uses the peach blossoms to feed the resentful spirits. There is a kind of reincarnation power in the sword intention.
The strafing continued, and the smoke and dust stirred up in the basin seemed like fog.
Before it was the setting sun, now it is the moon.
Feng Xiuyang stood on the edge of the basin, looking inside for An Zheng's shadow.
Feng Xiuyang was very proud, of course he was very proud. His goal from very early on was to defeat An Zheng, but in any second in the past, he did not have such confidence and certainty. Now that he has succeeded, overcoming An Zheng is like overcoming a huge shackles for him.
He suddenly sat down cross-legged, and the peach wood sword floated in front of him. There is a Tai Chi diagram on the peach wood sword, which is rotating rapidly as if it is alive. The black and white fish chase each other and gradually lose sight.
"Why?"
The peach blossoms are all broken into pieces, and not a single petal is complete.
"Isn't it quite heavy?"
An Zheng seemed to have said something, but An Zheng was too young, so Feng Xiuyang didn't hear it clearly. But An Zheng just refused to be crushed and died like a crushed flea, which made Feng Xiuyang very angry. He stood up suddenly and stepped on the sunset.
He stretched out a hand and pressed it on the sunset, just like a normal person pressing his finger on a watermelon. However, there is a person under the watermelon, a person as big as an ant.
A lavender light group appeared around An Zheng, and Peach Blossom also arrived.
"Why?"
Feng Xiuyang smiled and said: "Sunset, not dark."
Feng Xiuyang stood on the edge of the basin, looking inside for An Zheng's shadow.
In the distance, Feng Xiuyang's face changed slightly, and there was a hint of fishy sweetness in her throat.
The young man in Taoist robes dancing among the falling peach blossoms looked so handsome and elegant.
Feng Xiuyang still had the peach wood sword in his hand. An Zheng had fought with Feng Xiuyang in Fanggu City, the capital of Yan State. Feng Xiu uses the peach wood sword to gather peach blossoms, and uses the peach blossoms to feed the resentful spirits. There is a kind of reincarnation power in the sword intention.
"What else don't you know?"
"What a speed."
"Isn't it quite heavy?"
It must be great.
Feng Xiuyang: "You have the ambition to conquer the world."
Feng Xiuyang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's not easy to kill you. This is my barrier."
He knelt down and looked at An Zheng with a look of compassion and contempt like a god looking down on humans.
Individuals have different physiques and different speeds. Whether you are a practitioner or a martial artist, speed is actually the first element. Those who are fast enough will always have the upper hand in a duel. An Zheng's speed was already fast enough, but he didn't expect Feng Xiuyang's speed to be so ridiculously fast.
After he swallowed the fishy-sweet mouthful, he was still able to smile and ask.
But it was still getting dark, and getting dark quickly. When An Zheng felt it was getting dark, he raised his hands up and went out. Thirty pieces of holy fish scales flew out from his body, forming a huge disk. He held the disk in both hands, and then there was a bang!
An Zheng's body bent down, feeling that all his bones would shatter in the next second. His hands were bent back, the setting sun already pressing down on his shoulders and back. An Zheng lowered his head, and all the bones in his body were groaning under the strain.
"What a powerful counterattack, but it seems that you are not good at this defensive practice. The defense of ordinary practitioners is only offset. I attack with 100% of the strength, and the defense that can offset 60 to 70% of the strength is already good. The defensive technique that completely blocks it is extremely powerful. But your defensive technique has the power to counterattack, and it is not your strength, but mine. "
Feng Xiuyang shook his head: "That's too high. Your opponent has already been injured by your counterattack before you take action. This kind of competition is impossible. Why is God so unfair to others, allowing you to have so much."
Just for a moment, with a murderous aura.
The peach blossoms are all broken into pieces, and not a single petal is complete.
An Zheng... is his inner demon.
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders and did not answer.
Feng Xiuyang raised his finger and pointed at the sky.
He knelt down and looked at An Zheng with a look of compassion and contempt like a god looking down on humans.
An Zheng: "It's not that God is unfair, it's that you and I have different ambitions. You want one person to achieve enlightenment, and I want to punish the world. So I must know more and understand more, and others won't force me to do it." I have to force myself to learn, otherwise I will die quickly."
An Zheng's body bent down, feeling that all his bones would shatter in the next second. His hands were bent back, the setting sun already pressing down on his shoulders and back. An Zheng lowered his head, and all the bones in his body were groaning under the strain.
A long time ago, An Zheng always had a feeling in his heart that his opponent would be Feng Xiuyang. At that time, Feng Xiuyang's strength was not outstanding in the Yan Kingdom. Above him there is Su Feilun and Nie Qing. But now so much time has passed, Nie Qing died in the battlefield in Eastern Xinjiang, and Su Feilun has disappeared.
Feng Xiuyang looked at An Zheng. There was no hostility, but a kind of appreciation: "I suffered the backlash, so I know better than you. This strength is about 40% of what I just exerted."
To An Zheng, when the huge sole fell, it was as if the sky had fallen.
"What a powerful counterattack, but it seems that you are not good at this defensive practice. The defense of ordinary practitioners is only offset. I attack with 100% of the strength, and the defense that can offset 60 to 70% of the strength is already good. The defensive technique that completely blocks it is extremely powerful. But your defensive technique has the power to counterattack, and it is not your strength, but mine. "
The strafing continued, and the smoke and dust stirred up in the basin seemed like fog.
He pulled out the Broken Army Sword from the ground: "I like to attack, so whether it's a defensive weapon or a defensive technique, it must be able to attack when it comes to my hands."
An Zheng... is his inner demon.
I don’t know if it’s true or not, but there’s no doubt that the barrier is powerful.
Feng Xiuyang looked at An Zheng. There was no hostility, but a kind of appreciation: "I suffered the backlash, so I know better than you. This strength is about 40% of what I just exerted."
The strafing continued, and the smoke and dust stirred up in the basin seemed like fog.
He pulled out the Broken Army Sword from the ground: "I like to attack, so whether it's a defensive weapon or a defensive technique, it must be able to attack when it comes to my hands."
"Why?"
A huge indescribable black sun fell. The black sun was without light or brightness, like a huge stone ball. But this stone ball is too big, too big for people to accept. It looks like An Zheng is like an ant, holding a large watermelon weighing several dozen kilograms.
When the peach wood sword comes out, the sky is still filled with peach blossoms.
A lavender light group appeared around An Zheng, and Peach Blossom also arrived.
"Why?"
Feng Xiuyang at that time was completely different from Feng Xiuyang now, and An Zheng at this moment was no longer the young man from Yan State.
An Zheng smiled: "You think it's too low? I'll improve it later."
When the peach wood sword comes out, the sky is still filled with peach blossoms.
Dang Dang Dang... The sound of metal hitting is endless. Each of those peach petals carries the power of murder. An Zheng's body absorbed the defensive power of the holy fish scales, which was a strange and powerful fusion. The defensive power of the Holy Fish Scales becomes part of An Zheng's own strength, which is actually equivalent to An Zheng having a double defense.
A lavender light group appeared around An Zheng, and Peach Blossom also arrived.
Feng Xiuyang shook his head: "That's too high. Your opponent has already been injured by your counterattack before you take action. This kind of competition is impossible. Why is God so unfair to others, allowing you to have so much."
The young man in Taoist robes dancing among the falling peach blossoms looked so handsome and elegant.
A lavender light group appeared around An Zheng, and Peach Blossom also arrived.
When the peach wood sword comes out, the sky is still filled with peach blossoms.
Feng Xiuyang looked at An Zheng. There was no hostility, but a kind of appreciation: "I suffered the backlash, so I know better than you. This strength is about 40% of what I just exerted."
An Zheng: "It's not that God is unfair, it's that you and I have different ambitions. You want one person to achieve enlightenment, and I want to punish the world. So I must know more and understand more, and others won't force me to do it." I have to force myself to learn, otherwise I will die quickly."
The air wave swept out in all directions, and the foot stepped on the sunset, finally stepping on the sunset. But Feng Xiuyang had no intention of stopping at all. He continued to stamp on the watermelon crazily, as if it was not finished until he crushed the watermelon. However, a real watermelon will definitely be trampled to pieces, but it is not a watermelon, but really the sun in this barrier.
To An Zheng, when the huge sole fell, it was as if the sky had fallen.
"What a powerful counterattack, but it seems that you are not good at this defensive practice. The defense of ordinary practitioners is only offset. I attack with 100% of the strength, and the defense that can offset 60 to 70% of the strength is already good. The defensive technique that completely blocks it is extremely powerful. But your defensive technique has the power to counterattack, and it is not your strength, but mine. "
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders and did not answer.
He possessed himself, grabbed the setting sun and threw it into the sky, and the sun flew back and continued to be its sun. The distorted size contrast returned to normal, and Feng Xiuyang also returned to normal.
The peach blossoms are all broken into pieces, and not a single petal is complete.
He stretched out a hand and pressed it on the sunset, just like a normal person pressing his finger on a watermelon. However, there is a person under the watermelon, a person as big as an ant.
He pulled out the Broken Army Sword from the ground: "I like to attack, so whether it's a defensive weapon or a defensive technique, it must be able to attack when it comes to my hands."
"Are you afraid of death?"
An Zheng became very small, perhaps Feng Xiuyang became very big. The sunset really seemed to be the size of a few dozen kilograms of watermelon, and An Zheng really seemed to be the size of an ant, but the scary thing was that Feng Xiuyang was still as big as a normal person.
"What a speed."
The strafing continued, and the smoke and dust stirred up in the basin seemed like fog.
Feng Xiuyang still had the peach wood sword in his hand. An Zheng had fought with Feng Xiuyang in Fanggu City, the capital of Yan State. Feng Xiu uses the peach wood sword to gather peach blossoms, and uses the peach blossoms to feed the resentful spirits. There is a kind of reincarnation power in the sword intention.
The strafing continued, and the smoke and dust stirred up in the basin seemed like fog.
The strafing continued, and the smoke and dust stirred up in the basin seemed like fog.
"Dead... dead to the core."
Feng Xiuyang: "You have the ambition to conquer the world."
A lavender light group appeared around An Zheng, and Peach Blossom also arrived.
An Zheng gritted his teeth and held up the huge watermelon, his hands and legs trembling.
He must feel very good. An Zheng must feel very good when he is pressed down by the sunset and explodes. It was as if he caught a flea that had been hiding on his body for a long time, and when he pinched the flea to death with his nails, blood spurted out with a pop.
An Zheng: "You talk a lot of nonsense."
He suddenly sat down cross-legged, and the peach wood sword floated in front of him. There is a Tai Chi diagram on the peach wood sword, which is rotating rapidly as if it is alive. The black and white fish chase each other and gradually lose sight.
An Zheng smiled: "You think it's too low? I'll improve it later."
In front of him was a deep pit that seemed to be at least dozens of miles in diameter. The ground was shattered into pieces, and there was not even a piece of gravel as big as a little finger. The place where the ground collapsed was squeezed by the setting sun. There were no fragments at all, not even fine sand. It could only be said to be powder, extremely fine powder.
Feng Xiuyang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's not easy to kill you. This is my barrier."
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders and did not answer.
"Why?"
An Zheng smiled: "You think it's too low? I'll improve it later."
"Dead... dead to the core."
"What a powerful counterattack, but it seems that you are not good at this defensive practice. The defense of ordinary practitioners is only offset. I attack with 100% of the strength, and the defense that can offset 60 to 70% of the strength is already good. The defensive technique that completely blocks it is extremely powerful. But your defensive technique has the power to counterattack, and it is not your strength, but mine. "
He suddenly sat down cross-legged, and the peach wood sword floated in front of him. There is a Tai Chi diagram on the peach wood sword, which is rotating rapidly as if it is alive. The black and white fish chase each other and gradually lose sight.
When the peach wood sword comes out, the sky is still filled with peach blossoms.
A long time ago, An Zheng always had a feeling in his heart that his opponent would be Feng Xiuyang. At that time, Feng Xiuyang's strength was not outstanding in the Yan Kingdom. Above him there is Su Feilun and Nie Qing. But now so much time has passed, Nie Qing died in the battlefield in Eastern Xinjiang, and Su Feilun has disappeared.
"Sunset."
After he swallowed the fishy-sweet mouthful, he was still able to smile and ask.
To An Zheng, when the huge sole fell, it was as if the sky had fallen.
The strafing continued, and the smoke and dust stirred up in the basin seemed like fog.
When the peach wood sword comes out, the sky is still filled with peach blossoms.
An Zheng's body bent down, feeling that all his bones would shatter in the next second. His hands were bent back, the setting sun already pressing down on his shoulders and back. An Zheng lowered his head, and all the bones in his body were groaning under the strain.
Feng Xiuyang looked at An Zheng. There was no hostility, but a kind of appreciation: "I suffered the backlash, so I know better than you. This strength is about 40% of what I just exerted."
Before it was the setting sun, now it is the moon.
I don’t know if it’s true or not, but there’s no doubt that the barrier is powerful.
Feng Xiuyang raised his finger and pointed at the sky.
His fingers pressed down sharply.
And this is Feng Xiuyang's boundary, this place belongs to him. Therefore, the ground under An Zheng's feet became more solid, and An Zheng's legs did not sink. Ants can carry things many times heavier than themselves, but a large watermelon weighing several dozen kilograms will still crush the ant to death if it rolls over.
Yes, this is his world and he can change it at will.
An Zheng: "What's the use of sunset?"
When the peach blossoms fell, it seemed as if someone played the guzheng.
Feng Xiuyang lay on the ground, because he was big and An Zheng was small. He lay on the ground and looked at An Zheng, and then got angry.
"What a speed."
An Zheng became very small, perhaps Feng Xiuyang became very big. The sunset really seemed to be the size of a few dozen kilograms of watermelon, and An Zheng really seemed to be the size of an ant, but the scary thing was that Feng Xiuyang was still as big as a normal person.
In front of him was a deep pit that seemed to be at least dozens of miles in diameter. The ground was shattered into pieces, and there was not even a piece of gravel as big as a little finger. The place where the ground collapsed was squeezed by the setting sun. There were no fragments at all, not even fine sand. It could only be said to be powder, extremely fine powder.
Feng Xiuyang smiled and said: "Sunset, not dark."
An Zheng's body bent down, feeling that all his bones would shatter in the next second. His hands were bent back, the setting sun already pressing down on his shoulders and back. An Zheng lowered his head, and all the bones in his body were groaning under the strain.
The way An Zheng held up the setting sun looked like an ant about to be crushed to death by Feng Xiu's eye.
He pulled out the Broken Army Sword from the ground: "I like to attack, so whether it's a defensive weapon or a defensive technique, it must be able to attack when it comes to my hands."
The peach blossoms are all broken into pieces, and not a single petal is complete.
Feng Xiuyang asked, and continued without waiting for An Zheng's answer: "I know this is not your limit, you can always surprise people. But your limit means nothing to me, because you You really can’t beat me.”
Feng Xiuyang smiled and said: "Sunset, not dark."
But it was still getting dark, and getting dark quickly. When An Zheng felt it was getting dark, he raised his hands up and went out. Thirty pieces of holy fish scales flew out from his body, forming a huge disk. He held the disk in both hands, and then there was a bang!
Feng Xiuyang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's not easy to kill you. This is my barrier."
"Dead... dead to the core."
"Sunset."
Feng Xiuyang was very proud, of course he was very proud. His goal from very early on was to defeat An Zheng, but in any second in the past, he did not have such confidence and certainty. Now that he has succeeded, overcoming An Zheng is like overcoming a huge shackles for him.
"I know you are dead, but I think I should work harder. There are not many opportunities to kill you. Once you escape by chance, I may never have the chance to kill you again."
But there was no such feeling of pleasure.
"Are you afraid of death?"
Really sunset.
Feng Xiuyang shook his head: "That's too high. Your opponent has already been injured by your counterattack before you take action. This kind of competition is impossible. Why is God so unfair to others, allowing you to have so much."
Yes, this is his world and he can change it at will.
"Why can you still hold on?"
With the sound of the guzheng, all the peach blossoms immediately shook out. With An Zheng as the center, the falling peach blossoms formed a perfect circle. The peach blossoms falling on the ground are like lines drawn by someone with a paintbrush. They are red and have bright red blood sprinkled in the circle.
But An Zheng is not an ant, and the sunset is not a watermelon.
"I don't believe you can turn over."
Feng Xiuyang looked at An Zheng. There was no hostility, but a kind of appreciation: "I suffered the backlash, so I know better than you. This strength is about 40% of what I just exerted."
After he swallowed the fishy-sweet mouthful, he was still able to smile and ask.
A huge indescribable black sun fell. The black sun was without light or brightness, like a huge stone ball. But this stone ball is too big, too big for people to accept. It looks like An Zheng is like an ant, holding a large watermelon weighing several dozen kilograms.
Feng Xiuyang lay on the ground, because he was big and An Zheng was small. He lay on the ground and looked at An Zheng, and then got angry.
The young man in Taoist robes dancing among the falling peach blossoms looked so handsome and elegant.
An Zheng smiled: "You think it's too low? I'll improve it later."
It must be great.
"Are you afraid of death?"
Feng Xiuyang: "You have the ambition to conquer the world."
Before it was the setting sun, now it is the moon.
But An Zheng is not an ant, and the sunset is not a watermelon.
But there was no such feeling of pleasure.
"I know you are dead, but I think I should work harder. There are not many opportunities to kill you. Once you escape by chance, I may never have the chance to kill you again."
Feng Xiuyang at that time was completely different from Feng Xiuyang now, and An Zheng at this moment was no longer the young man from Yan State.
Feng Xiuyang looked at An Zheng. There was no hostility, but a kind of appreciation: "I suffered the backlash, so I know better than you. This strength is about 40% of what I just exerted."
The way An Zheng held up the setting sun looked like an ant about to be crushed to death by Feng Xiu's eye.
"Why can you still hold on?"
"Why?"
And this is Feng Xiuyang's boundary, this place belongs to him. Therefore, the ground under An Zheng's feet became more solid, and An Zheng's legs did not sink. Ants can carry things many times heavier than themselves, but a large watermelon weighing several dozen kilograms will still crush the ant to death if it rolls over.
Feng Xiuyang still had the peach wood sword in his hand. An Zheng had fought with Feng Xiuyang in Fanggu City, the capital of Yan State. Feng Xiu uses the peach wood sword to gather peach blossoms, and uses the peach blossoms to feed the resentful spirits. There is a kind of reincarnation power in the sword intention.
He pulled out the Broken Army Sword from the ground: "I like to attack, so whether it's a defensive weapon or a defensive technique, it must be able to attack when it comes to my hands."
An Zheng smiled: "You think it's too low? I'll improve it later."
He said two words.
The way An Zheng held up the setting sun looked like an ant about to be crushed to death by Feng Xiu's eye.
A lavender light group appeared around An Zheng, and Peach Blossom also arrived.
He said two words.
The way An Zheng held up the setting sun looked like an ant about to be crushed to death by Feng Xiu's eye.
In front of him was a deep pit that seemed to be at least dozens of miles in diameter. The ground was shattered into pieces, and there was not even a piece of gravel as big as a little finger. The place where the ground collapsed was squeezed by the setting sun. There were no fragments at all, not even fine sand. It could only be said to be powder, extremely fine powder.
As soon as An Zheng moved, his surroundings were already covered with peach petals. He frowned slightly, thrust the Broken Army Sword down with both hands, and then put his hands together with a snap.
"Isn't it quite heavy?"
Feng Xiuyang smiled and said: "Sunset, not dark."
His fingers pressed down sharply.
This is Feng Xiuyang's barrier. He said that this barrier was given to him by Master Zhang of Wudang Mountain.
Feng Xiuyang asked, and continued without waiting for An Zheng's answer: "I know this is not your limit, you can always surprise people. But your limit means nothing to me, because you You really can’t beat me.”
Feng Xiuyang stood on the edge of the basin, looking inside for An Zheng's shadow.
It must be great.
Feng Xiuyang stepped on countless feet and said breathlessly.
A lavender light group suddenly appeared outside his body. Not long after this light group appeared, the peach petals flying in the sky arrived.
An Zheng's body bent down, feeling that all his bones would shatter in the next second. His hands were bent back, the setting sun already pressing down on his shoulders and back. An Zheng lowered his head, and all the bones in his body were groaning under the strain.
Really sunset.
The way An Zheng held up the setting sun looked like an ant about to be crushed to death by Feng Xiu's eye.
The strafing continued, and the smoke and dust stirred up in the basin seemed like fog.
He pressed down with both hands.
The air wave swept out in all directions, and the foot stepped on the sunset, finally stepping on the sunset. But Feng Xiuyang had no intention of stopping at all. He continued to stamp on the watermelon crazily, as if it was not finished until he crushed the watermelon. However, a real watermelon will definitely be trampled to pieces, but it is not a watermelon, but really the sun in this barrier.
A long time ago, An Zheng always had a feeling in his heart that his opponent would be Feng Xiuyang. At that time, Feng Xiuyang's strength was not outstanding in the Yan Kingdom. Above him there is Su Feilun and Nie Qing. But now so much time has passed, Nie Qing died in the battlefield in Eastern Xinjiang, and Su Feilun has disappeared.
A huge indescribable black sun fell. The black sun was without light or brightness, like a huge stone ball. But this stone ball is too big, too big for people to accept. It looks like An Zheng is like an ant, holding a large watermelon weighing several dozen kilograms.
Just for a moment, with a murderous aura.
At this moment of pressure, the world suddenly changed.
His fingers pressed down sharply.
He must feel very good. An Zheng must feel very good when he is pressed down by the sunset and explodes. It was as if he caught a flea that had been hiding on his body for a long time, and when he pinched the flea to death with his nails, blood spurted out with a pop.
"I know you are dead, but I think I should work harder. There are not many opportunities to kill you. Once you escape by chance, I may never have the chance to kill you again."
But there was no such feeling of pleasure.
Yes, this is his world and he can change it at will.
"What a speed."
A white moon fell from the sky. It was not a full moon, but a crescent moon. Some people say that the crescent moon is like a knife. In Feng Xiuyang's hand, the crescent moon is not like a knife, but it is actually a knife. He held the crescent moon with both hands high.
Feng Xiuyang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's not easy to kill you. This is my barrier."
An Zheng became very small, perhaps Feng Xiuyang became very big. The sunset really seemed to be the size of a few dozen kilograms of watermelon, and An Zheng really seemed to be the size of an ant, but the scary thing was that Feng Xiuyang was still as big as a normal person.
Individuals have different physiques and different speeds. Whether you are a practitioner or a martial artist, speed is actually the first element. Those who are fast enough will always have the upper hand in a duel. An Zheng's speed was already fast enough, but he didn't expect Feng Xiuyang's speed to be so ridiculously fast.
He knelt down and looked at An Zheng with a look of compassion and contempt like a god looking down on humans.
He knelt down and looked at An Zheng with a look of compassion and contempt like a god looking down on humans.
Feng Xiuyang at that time was completely different from Feng Xiuyang now, and An Zheng at this moment was no longer the young man from Yan State.
In fact, this is a very simple truth, whoever is quick will take the initiative. Under the same realm, the same cultivation power, and the same people, in this case, the advantage of speed can be directly transformed into victory.
"Are you afraid of death?"
Yes, this is his world and he can change it at will.
Feng Xiuyang said with a smile: "A child who doesn't answer other people's questions is not a good child, and neither are you. Children who are not good children will be punished, and you are no exception."
As soon as An Zheng moved, his surroundings were already covered with peach petals. He frowned slightly, thrust the Broken Army Sword down with both hands, and then put his hands together with a snap.
Feng Xiuyang lay on the ground, because he was big and An Zheng was small. He lay on the ground and looked at An Zheng, and then got angry.
The peach blossoms are all broken into pieces, and not a single petal is complete.
In his eyes, An Zheng was as small as an ant.
In the distance, Feng Xiuyang's face changed slightly, and there was a hint of fishy sweetness in her throat.
The air wave swept out in all directions, and the foot stepped on the sunset, finally stepping on the sunset. But Feng Xiuyang had no intention of stopping at all. He continued to stamp on the watermelon crazily, as if it was not finished until he crushed the watermelon. However, a real watermelon will definitely be trampled to pieces, but it is not a watermelon, but really the sun in this barrier.
But it was still getting dark, and getting dark quickly. When An Zheng felt it was getting dark, he raised his hands up and went out. Thirty pieces of holy fish scales flew out from his body, forming a huge disk. He held the disk in both hands, and then there was a bang!
He suddenly sat down cross-legged, and the peach wood sword floated in front of him. There is a Tai Chi diagram on the peach wood sword, which is rotating rapidly as if it is alive. The black and white fish chase each other and gradually lose sight.
He possessed himself, grabbed the setting sun and threw it into the sky, and the sun flew back and continued to be its sun. The distorted size contrast returned to normal, and Feng Xiuyang also returned to normal.
An Zheng... is his inner demon.
An Zheng gritted his teeth and held up the huge watermelon, his hands and legs trembling.
He stretched out a hand and pressed it on the sunset, just like a normal person pressing his finger on a watermelon. However, there is a person under the watermelon, a person as big as an ant.
"I don't believe you can turn over."
"Why?"
Feng Xiuyang said with a smile: "A child who doesn't answer other people's questions is not a good child, and neither are you. Children who are not good children will be punished, and you are no exception."
His fingers pressed down sharply.
After he swallowed the fishy-sweet mouthful, he was still able to smile and ask.
He stretched out a hand and pressed it on the sunset, just like a normal person pressing his finger on a watermelon. However, there is a person under the watermelon, a person as big as an ant.
He suddenly sat down cross-legged, and the peach wood sword floated in front of him. There is a Tai Chi diagram on the peach wood sword, which is rotating rapidly as if it is alive. The black and white fish chase each other and gradually lose sight.
An Zheng's body bent down, feeling that all his bones would shatter in the next second. His hands were bent back, the setting sun already pressing down on his shoulders and back. An Zheng lowered his head, and all the bones in his body were groaning under the strain.
Feng Xiuyang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's not easy to kill you. This is my barrier."
An Zheng's body bent down, feeling that all his bones would shatter in the next second. His hands were bent back, the setting sun already pressing down on his shoulders and back. An Zheng lowered his head, and all the bones in his body were groaning under the strain.
Feng Xiuyang smiled and said: "Sunset, not dark."
"You seem to be able to persevere. You are really an admirable person. I think people like you must be able to become saints, if you don't die. But how can I prevent you from dying? If you don't die, how can I Sanctification?"
An Zheng seemed to have said something, but An Zheng was too young, so Feng Xiuyang didn't hear it clearly. But An Zheng just refused to be crushed and died like a crushed flea, which made Feng Xiuyang very angry. He stood up suddenly and stepped on the sunset.
Feng Xiuyang was very proud, of course he was very proud. His goal from very early on was to defeat An Zheng, but in any second in the past, he did not have such confidence and certainty. Now that he has succeeded, overcoming An Zheng is like overcoming a huge shackles for him.
The strafing continued, and the smoke and dust stirred up in the basin seemed like fog.
boom!
When the peach wood sword comes out, the sky is still filled with peach blossoms.
When the peach wood sword comes out, the sky is still filled with peach blossoms.
He pressed down with both hands.
An Zheng... is his inner demon.
He knelt down and looked at An Zheng with a look of compassion and contempt like a god looking down on humans.
"I know you are dead, but I think I should work harder. There are not many opportunities to kill you. Once you escape by chance, I may never have the chance to kill you again."
"You seem to be able to persevere. You are really an admirable person. I think people like you must be able to become saints, if you don't die. But how can I prevent you from dying? If you don't die, how can I Sanctification?"
"Are you afraid of death?"
In front of him was a deep pit that seemed to be at least dozens of miles in diameter. The ground was shattered into pieces, and there was not even a piece of gravel as big as a little finger. The place where the ground collapsed was squeezed by the setting sun. There were no fragments at all, not even fine sand. It could only be said to be powder, extremely fine powder.
An Zheng's body bent down, feeling that all his bones would shatter in the next second. His hands were bent back, the setting sun already pressing down on his shoulders and back. An Zheng lowered his head, and all the bones in his body were groaning under the strain.
His fingers pressed down sharply.
Feng Xiuyang looked at An Zheng. There was no hostility, but a kind of appreciation: "I suffered the backlash, so I know better than you. This strength is about 40% of what I just exerted."
An Zheng's body bent down, feeling that all his bones would shatter in the next second. His hands were bent back, the setting sun already pressing down on his shoulders and back. An Zheng lowered his head, and all the bones in his body were groaning under the strain.
It must be great.
He waved towards the sky: "Moonlight."
Feng Xiuyang looked at An Zheng as if he was abnormal. He was so big that An Zheng could clearly see every pore on his face. I saw so many things in his eyes that others would never see, and saw a very deep meaning hidden in those eyes.
He said two words.
He must feel very good. An Zheng must feel very good when he is pressed down by the sunset and explodes. It was as if he caught a flea that had been hiding on his body for a long time, and when he pinched the flea to death with his nails, blood spurted out with a pop.
The way An Zheng held up the setting sun looked like an ant about to be crushed to death by Feng Xiu's eye.
An Zheng became very small, perhaps Feng Xiuyang became very big. The sunset really seemed to be the size of a few dozen kilograms of watermelon, and An Zheng really seemed to be the size of an ant, but the scary thing was that Feng Xiuyang was still as big as a normal person.
An Zheng... is his inner demon.
An Zheng: "What's the use of sunset?"
It must be great.
An Zheng: "What's the use of sunset?"
Feng Xiuyang at that time was completely different from Feng Xiuyang now, and An Zheng at this moment was no longer the young man from Yan State.
A lavender light group suddenly appeared outside his body. Not long after this light group appeared, the peach petals flying in the sky arrived.
Feng Xiuyang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's not easy to kill you. This is my barrier."
In fact, this is a very simple truth, whoever is quick will take the initiative. Under the same realm, the same cultivation power, and the same people, in this case, the advantage of speed can be directly transformed into victory.
The young man in Taoist robes dancing among the falling peach blossoms looked so handsome and elegant.
He stretched out a hand and pressed it on the sunset, just like a normal person pressing his finger on a watermelon. However, there is a person under the watermelon, a person as big as an ant.
Feng Xiuyang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's not easy to kill you. This is my barrier."
But there was no such feeling of pleasure.
Feng Xiuyang said with a smile: "A child who doesn't answer other people's questions is not a good child, and neither are you. Children who are not good children will be punished, and you are no exception."
It must be great.
boom!
Feng Xiuyang lay on the ground, because he was big and An Zheng was small. He lay on the ground and looked at An Zheng, and then got angry.
The young man in Taoist robes dancing among the falling peach blossoms looked so handsome and elegant.
A white moon fell from the sky. It was not a full moon, but a crescent moon. Some people say that the crescent moon is like a knife. In Feng Xiuyang's hand, the crescent moon is not like a knife, but it is actually a knife. He held the crescent moon with both hands high.
Feng Xiuyang said with a smile: "A child who doesn't answer other people's questions is not a good child, and neither are you. Children who are not good children will be punished, and you are no exception."
"Why can you still hold on?"
Just for a moment, with a murderous aura.
Feng Xiuyang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's not easy to kill you. This is my barrier."
Feng Xiuyang looked at An Zheng. There was no hostility, but a kind of appreciation: "I suffered the backlash, so I know better than you. This strength is about 40% of what I just exerted."
When the sword comes out, peach blossoms are flying.
"What else don't you know?"
He possessed himself, grabbed the setting sun and threw it into the sky, and the sun flew back and continued to be its sun. The distorted size contrast returned to normal, and Feng Xiuyang also returned to normal.
"Why?"
Yes, this is his world and he can change it at will.
He must feel very good. An Zheng must feel very good when he is pressed down by the sunset and explodes. It was as if he caught a flea that had been hiding on his body for a long time, and when he pinched the flea to death with his nails, blood spurted out with a pop.
The peach blossoms are all broken into pieces, and not a single petal is complete.
"Dead... dead to the core."
This is Feng Xiuyang's barrier. He said that this barrier was given to him by Master Zhang of Wudang Mountain.
"Why?"
"I don't believe you can turn over."
But there was no such feeling of pleasure.
Feng Xiuyang lay on the ground, because he was big and An Zheng was small. He lay on the ground and looked at An Zheng, and then got angry.
A lavender light group appeared around An Zheng, and Peach Blossom also arrived.
In front of him was a deep pit that seemed to be at least dozens of miles in diameter. The ground was shattered into pieces, and there was not even a piece of gravel as big as a little finger. The place where the ground collapsed was squeezed by the setting sun. There were no fragments at all, not even fine sand. It could only be said to be powder, extremely fine powder.
With the sound of the guzheng, all the peach blossoms immediately shook out. With An Zheng as the center, the falling peach blossoms formed a perfect circle. The peach blossoms falling on the ground are like lines drawn by someone with a paintbrush. They are red and have bright red blood sprinkled in the circle.
The way An Zheng held up the setting sun looked like an ant about to be crushed to death by Feng Xiu's eye.
Feng Xiuyang, holding the moon, looks like a monster.
Feng Xiuyang looked at An Zheng as if he was abnormal. He was so big that An Zheng could clearly see every pore on his face. I saw so many things in his eyes that others would never see, and saw a very deep meaning hidden in those eyes.
The strafing continued, and the smoke and dust stirred up in the basin seemed like fog.
Feng Xiuyang looked at An Zheng as if he was abnormal. He was so big that An Zheng could clearly see every pore on his face. I saw so many things in his eyes that others would never see, and saw a very deep meaning hidden in those eyes.
An Zheng seemed to have said something, but An Zheng was too young, so Feng Xiuyang didn't hear it clearly. But An Zheng just refused to be crushed and died like a crushed flea, which made Feng Xiuyang very angry. He stood up suddenly and stepped on the sunset.
An Zheng's body bent down, feeling that all his bones would shatter in the next second. His hands were bent back, the setting sun already pressing down on his shoulders and back. An Zheng lowered his head, and all the bones in his body were groaning under the strain.
As soon as An Zheng moved, his surroundings were already covered with peach petals. He frowned slightly, thrust the Broken Army Sword down with both hands, and then put his hands together with a snap.
His fingers pressed down sharply.
To An Zheng, when the huge sole fell, it was as if the sky had fallen.
"What a powerful counterattack, but it seems that you are not good at this defensive practice. The defense of ordinary practitioners is only offset. I attack with 100% of the strength, and the defense that can offset 60 to 70% of the strength is already good. The defensive technique that completely blocks it is extremely powerful. But your defensive technique has the power to counterattack, and it is not your strength, but mine. "
Feng Xiuyang stood on the edge of the basin, looking inside for An Zheng's shadow.
He stretched out a hand and pressed it on the sunset, just like a normal person pressing his finger on a watermelon. However, there is a person under the watermelon, a person as big as an ant.
Yes, this is his world and he can change it at will.
boom!
An Zheng: "It's not that God is unfair, it's that you and I have different ambitions. You want one person to achieve enlightenment, and I want to punish the world. So I must know more and understand more, and others won't force me to do it." I have to force myself to learn, otherwise I will die quickly."
The air wave swept out in all directions, and the foot stepped on the sunset, finally stepping on the sunset. But Feng Xiuyang had no intention of stopping at all. He continued to stamp on the watermelon crazily, as if it was not finished until he crushed the watermelon. However, a real watermelon will definitely be trampled to pieces, but it is not a watermelon, but really the sun in this barrier.
Feng Xiuyang smiled and said: "Sunset, not dark."
As soon as An Zheng moved, his surroundings were already covered with peach petals. He frowned slightly, thrust the Broken Army Sword down with both hands, and then put his hands together with a snap.
The air wave swept out in all directions, and the foot stepped on the sunset, finally stepping on the sunset. But Feng Xiuyang had no intention of stopping at all. He continued to stamp on the watermelon crazily, as if it was not finished until he crushed the watermelon. However, a real watermelon will definitely be trampled to pieces, but it is not a watermelon, but really the sun in this barrier.
Feng Xiuyang, holding the moon, looks like a monster.
"Sunset."
In front of him was a deep pit that seemed to be at least dozens of miles in diameter. The ground was shattered into pieces, and there was not even a piece of gravel as big as a little finger. The place where the ground collapsed was squeezed by the setting sun. There were no fragments at all, not even fine sand. It could only be said to be powder, extremely fine powder.
Feng Xiuyang shook his head: "That's too high. Your opponent has already been injured by your counterattack before you take action. This kind of competition is impossible. Why is God so unfair to others, allowing you to have so much."
"I don't believe you can turn over."
Feng Xiuyang: "You have the ambition to conquer the world."
The way An Zheng held up the setting sun looked like an ant about to be crushed to death by Feng Xiu's eye.
In fact, this is a very simple truth, whoever is quick will take the initiative. Under the same realm, the same cultivation power, and the same people, in this case, the advantage of speed can be directly transformed into victory.
Feng Xiuyang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's not easy to kill you. This is my barrier."
Before it was the setting sun, now it is the moon.
"I know you are dead, but I think I should work harder. There are not many opportunities to kill you. Once you escape by chance, I may never have the chance to kill you again."
In his eyes, An Zheng was as small as an ant.
But it was still getting dark, and getting dark quickly. When An Zheng felt it was getting dark, he raised his hands up and went out. Thirty pieces of holy fish scales flew out from his body, forming a huge disk. He held the disk in both hands, and then there was a bang!
Feng Xiuyang stepped on countless feet and said breathlessly.
In his eyes, An Zheng was as small as an ant.
As soon as An Zheng moved, his surroundings were already covered with peach petals. He frowned slightly, thrust the Broken Army Sword down with both hands, and then put his hands together with a snap.
"You seem to be able to persevere. You are really an admirable person. I think people like you must be able to become saints, if you don't die. But how can I prevent you from dying? If you don't die, how can I Sanctification?"
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders and did not answer.
He possessed himself, grabbed the setting sun and threw it into the sky, and the sun flew back and continued to be its sun. The distorted size contrast returned to normal, and Feng Xiuyang also returned to normal.
The way An Zheng held up the setting sun looked like an ant about to be crushed to death by Feng Xiu's eye.
Feng Xiuyang smiled and said: "Sunset, not dark."
But it was still getting dark, and getting dark quickly. When An Zheng felt it was getting dark, he raised his hands up and went out. Thirty pieces of holy fish scales flew out from his body, forming a huge disk. He held the disk in both hands, and then there was a bang!
In front of him was a deep pit that seemed to be at least dozens of miles in diameter. The ground was shattered into pieces, and there was not even a piece of gravel as big as a little finger. The place where the ground collapsed was squeezed by the setting sun. There were no fragments at all, not even fine sand. It could only be said to be powder, extremely fine powder.
"Why?"
Feng Xiuyang stood on the edge of the basin, looking inside for An Zheng's shadow.
To An Zheng, when the huge sole fell, it was as if the sky had fallen.
Feng Xiuyang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's not easy to kill you. This is my barrier."
He must feel very good. An Zheng must feel very good when he is pressed down by the sunset and explodes. It was as if he caught a flea that had been hiding on his body for a long time, and when he pinched the flea to death with his nails, blood spurted out with a pop.
An Zheng: "You talk a lot of nonsense."
"You seem to be able to persevere. You are really an admirable person. I think people like you must be able to become saints, if you don't die. But how can I prevent you from dying? If you don't die, how can I Sanctification?"
The crescent moon began to rotate, and it rotated very fast, so it looked like a full moon. Countless cold white blades were released from the rapidly rotating moon, increasing in number and faster as the moon rotated. Countless sharp blades shot into the basin like bullets fired from machine guns, and plowed the basin over and over again like plows.
Feng Xiuyang stood on the edge of the basin, looking inside for An Zheng's shadow.
But it was still getting dark, and getting dark quickly. When An Zheng felt it was getting dark, he raised his hands up and went out. Thirty pieces of holy fish scales flew out from his body, forming a huge disk. He held the disk in both hands, and then there was a bang!
"What a speed."
His fingers pressed down sharply.
He knelt down and looked at An Zheng with a look of compassion and contempt like a god looking down on humans.
He possessed himself, grabbed the setting sun and threw it into the sky, and the sun flew back and continued to be its sun. The distorted size contrast returned to normal, and Feng Xiuyang also returned to normal.
"I know you are dead, but I think I should work harder. There are not many opportunities to kill you. Once you escape by chance, I may never have the chance to kill you again."
"Are you afraid of death?"
Feng Xiuyang stepped on countless feet and said breathlessly.
Feng Xiuyang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's not easy to kill you. This is my barrier."
He waved towards the sky: "Moonlight."
Feng Xiuyang raised his finger and pointed at the sky.
This is Feng Xiuyang's barrier. He said that this barrier was given to him by Master Zhang of Wudang Mountain.
The strafing continued, and the smoke and dust stirred up in the basin seemed like fog.
He said two words.
Feng Xiuyang looked at An Zheng. There was no hostility, but a kind of appreciation: "I suffered the backlash, so I know better than you. This strength is about 40% of what I just exerted."
An Zheng seemed to have said something, but An Zheng was too young, so Feng Xiuyang didn't hear it clearly. But An Zheng just refused to be crushed and died like a crushed flea, which made Feng Xiuyang very angry. He stood up suddenly and stepped on the sunset.
The strafing continued, and the smoke and dust stirred up in the basin seemed like fog.
In the distance, Feng Xiuyang's face changed slightly, and there was a hint of fishy sweetness in her throat.
Before it was the setting sun, now it is the moon.
Feng Xiuyang stood on the edge of the basin, looking inside for An Zheng's shadow.
Just for a moment, with a murderous aura.
The way An Zheng held up the setting sun looked like an ant about to be crushed to death by Feng Xiu's eye.
Feng Xiuyang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's not easy to kill you. This is my barrier."
A white moon fell from the sky. It was not a full moon, but a crescent moon. Some people say that the crescent moon is like a knife. In Feng Xiuyang's hand, the crescent moon is not like a knife, but it is actually a knife. He held the crescent moon with both hands high.
"Why?"
He waved towards the sky: "Moonlight."
The crescent moon began to rotate, and it rotated very fast, so it looked like a full moon. Countless cold white blades were released from the rapidly rotating moon, increasing in number and faster as the moon rotated. Countless sharp blades shot into the basin like bullets fired from machine guns, and plowed the basin over and over again like plows.
When the sword comes out, peach blossoms are flying.
An Zheng: "You talk a lot of nonsense."
"Dead... dead to the core."
"What a speed."
The young man in Taoist robes dancing among the falling peach blossoms looked so handsome and elegant.
Feng Xiuyang, holding the moon, looks like a monster.
With the sound of the guzheng, all the peach blossoms immediately shook out. With An Zheng as the center, the falling peach blossoms formed a perfect circle. The peach blossoms falling on the ground are like lines drawn by someone with a paintbrush. They are red and have bright red blood sprinkled in the circle.
He must feel very good. An Zheng must feel very good when he is pressed down by the sunset and explodes. It was as if he caught a flea that had been hiding on his body for a long time, and when he pinched the flea to death with his nails, blood spurted out with a pop.
In front of him was a deep pit that seemed to be at least dozens of miles in diameter. The ground was shattered into pieces, and there was not even a piece of gravel as big as a little finger. The place where the ground collapsed was squeezed by the setting sun. There were no fragments at all, not even fine sand. It could only be said to be powder, extremely fine powder.
Feng Xiuyang stepped on countless feet and said breathlessly.
A long time ago, An Zheng always had a feeling in his heart that his opponent would be Feng Xiuyang. At that time, Feng Xiuyang's strength was not outstanding in the Yan Kingdom. Above him there is Su Feilun and Nie Qing. But now so much time has passed, Nie Qing died in the battlefield in Eastern Xinjiang, and Su Feilun has disappeared.
A lavender light group suddenly appeared outside his body. Not long after this light group appeared, the peach petals flying in the sky arrived.
The strafing continued, and the smoke and dust stirred up in the basin seemed like fog.
An Zheng smiled: "You think it's too low? I'll improve it later."
An Zheng: "You talk a lot of nonsense."
The crescent moon began to rotate, and it rotated very fast, so it looked like a full moon. Countless cold white blades were released from the rapidly rotating moon, increasing in number and faster as the moon rotated. Countless sharp blades shot into the basin like bullets fired from machine guns, and plowed the basin over and over again like plows.
"I don't believe you can turn over."
When the peach wood sword comes out, the sky is still filled with peach blossoms.