Maybe it was because of something evil in his heart, so when the news of the murder of Xun Zhiwen, the lord of Qingfeng City, reached Ning'an City a few days ago, Ouyang Keke felt uneasy. As a practitioner, and a practitioner in the Great Man realm, I actually had nightmares while sleeping for several days in a row, dreaming of a green-faced and fanged man asking for my life.
"No more tricks?"
An Zheng turned forward and punched Ouyang Bubu with his fist. With a bang, the ink Ouyang Bu was instantly shattered, but the strength of its fist was exactly the same as that of the real Ouyang Bu.
boom!
So when he heard An Zheng say that I was the one who claimed his life, his body trembled involuntarily.
The two people's bodies suddenly stopped and just looked at each other.
He stood up, stretched his body and put the notebook and pen on the table: "In a moment, I will let you crawl over and write."
An Zheng's arms shook, and thirty scales of the holy fish flew out, forming a tornado-like sweep in an instant, and all the surrounding ink Ouyang could not be chopped into pieces. The scary thing about the world of pen and ink is that those broken ink droplets are just ink droplets. The broken ink droplets turn into more ink droplets. Each ink droplet can launch a new attack, and this endless division continues. What scale of siege will the final trapped people face? Even Daluo Jinxian might be exhausted to death in the end.
An Zheng's arms shook, and thirty scales of the holy fish flew out, forming a tornado-like sweep in an instant, and all the surrounding ink Ouyang could not be chopped into pieces. The scary thing about the world of pen and ink is that those broken ink droplets are just ink droplets. The broken ink droplets turn into more ink droplets. Each ink droplet can launch a new attack, and this endless division continues. What scale of siege will the final trapped people face? Even Daluo Jinxian might be exhausted to death in the end.
So at the beginning, the two people were inseparable.
The most irritating thing was that An Zheng actually took out a pen and a notebook and handed them to him, and said to him seriously, please write down the list.
An ink-and-wash Ouyang Bubu rushed in front of An Zheng and punched An Zheng in the face. An Zheng also punched and shattered his arm. The broken arm turned into an ink knife in mid-air. Another ink man, Ouyang Bubu, jumped up from behind, grabbed the ink knife in mid-air and slashed it at An Zheng's head.
Ouyang Ke Ke sneered: "With your strength, you actually dare to claim to be his descendant. Speaking of which, your strength is far inferior to him."
Maybe it was because of something evil in his heart, so when the news of the murder of Xun Zhiwen, the lord of Qingfeng City, reached Ning'an City a few days ago, Ouyang Keke felt uneasy. As a practitioner, and a practitioner in the Great Man realm, I actually had nightmares while sleeping for several days in a row, dreaming of a green-faced and fanged man asking for my life.
[The world of pen and ink!]
An Zheng smashed an ink Ouyang Bubu with one punch, and the separated ink droplets instantly turned into at least hundreds of feather arrows, heading towards An Zheng quickly. A piece of holy fish scale appeared in front of An Zheng. All the ink drop feather arrows hit the holy fish scale and bounced away with crackling sounds.
At this time, Ouyang couldn't just want to scold his mother.
At this time, Ouyang couldn't just want to scold his mother.
There was a snap, and before a disciple who raised his face to look at the water column could react, he was slapped in the face by a big, lively carp, which was painful.
An Zheng's fist shook, and Ouyang Keke's body stepped back. He took several steps back and was unable to hold back. An Zheng took advantage of the situation and moved forward: "Do you really think that I am on par with you just now because I was on par with you? It's just that it's not easy to meet someone like you who can test my own cultivation, so I fought all of a sudden. It’s just fun.”
An Zheng smashed an ink Ouyang Bubu with one punch, and the separated ink droplets instantly turned into at least hundreds of feather arrows, heading towards An Zheng quickly. A piece of holy fish scale appeared in front of An Zheng. All the ink drop feather arrows hit the holy fish scale and bounced away with crackling sounds.
The ground over there sank into a big hole.
An Zheng stretched out his hand and saw that Ouyang Keke had no reaction. He shook his head with regret and said, "Don't answer? Then I'll hit you until you do."
An Zheng avoided it while observing the ink droplets around him. He couldn't help but admire the Ouyang family's ink-defining technique. No matter which family rises, it is actually inseparable from the peerless figures at that time. Those who can create this kind of skill are true geniuses.
And An Zheng was sitting on the chair, holding a notebook and a pen in his hands, looking at him and smiling, as if nothing had happened. If the surroundings hadn't been devastated, and if Ouyang Keke hadn't been covered in blood, everyone would have even had the illusion... There was no fight to the death before, and time had returned to before.
An Zheng smashed an ink Ouyang Bubu with one punch, and the separated ink droplets instantly turned into at least hundreds of feather arrows, heading towards An Zheng quickly. A piece of holy fish scale appeared in front of An Zheng. All the ink drop feather arrows hit the holy fish scale and bounced away with crackling sounds.
In An Zheng's view, the shackles and hurdles in cultivation were just meant to be broken by him one by one.
He shattered the ink droplet Ouyang Keke behind him with one punch, but the ink droplet on his right side also changed, but this time it did not turn into Ouyang Keke, but turned into a spear, heading towards An Zheng like a poison | dragon out of the sea His lower abdomen was stabbed. An Zheng's feet rose a little, and he kicked the ink gun with his toes. The ink gun flew out in a circle, and was caught by an ink Ouyang Bubu with a snap. Then the ink Ouyang Bubu rushed towards An Zheng, and the gun Guns kill.
The house here collapsed.
He stood up, stretched his body and put the notebook and pen on the table: "In a moment, I will let you crawl over and write."
An Zheng: "You will be afraid."
An Zheng: "You will be afraid."
An Zheng's lips curled up slightly: "I can do both."
Ouyang Bu was so angry that he laughed back: "I have met many young people who don't know the heights of the sky, and you are the least aware of them. Not to mention that you are just his disciple, even if he was reborn and stood in front of me, I wouldn't fear."
"Write."
"If a bad person doesn't say a few nonsense words, it seems that he is not a bad person."
Not long after, a grand exhibition sect was demolished into a mess by two people. No one knows how many house walls have collapsed and how many flowers, plants and trees have been destroyed. With a bang, a water column suddenly exploded in the small lake behind the Haoqi Dazhan Sect. The water column shot straight into the sky, at least tens of meters high, and many live fish were blown up.
The ripples swept out, passed through the houses, and cut them into pieces. Passing through the trees, they were all cut off. The ripples swept forward, seemingly unstoppable.
The ground over there sank into a big hole.
As Ouyang Ke Ke shouted loudly, all the ink droplets started to move.
An Zheng: "You will be afraid."
In other words, every drop of ink can be transformed into Ouyang Kebu's clone, and has the same strength as Ouyang Kebu.
An Zheng became more and more excited about the beating, but his mood became more and more comfortable. He hadn't felt this kind of pleasure from beating him wantonly for a long time. An Zheng also wanted to test how strong he was now. It was actually a good thing to meet an opponent like Ouyang Bubu, who didn't have to worry about the opponent being merciful or that he would beat the opponent to death.
The ground over there sank into a big hole.
"Write."
The two men fought until the sky was dark and the earth was falling.
His body suddenly moved forward. Ouyang could not defend himself immediately. In just a few seconds, the two people had already fought each other thousands of times. That kind of punching speed can no longer be seen clearly by the naked eye of mortals, and even practitioners with insufficient cultivation cannot keep up with their speed. For those practitioners of the Haoqi Dazhan Sect who have not been overthrown by An Zheng, those with high levels of cultivation can only see two afterimages constantly shuttling in the yard, while those with lower levels of cultivation cannot see those two people at all. where.
He stood up, stretched his body and put the notebook and pen on the table: "In a moment, I will let you crawl over and write."
"Write."
An Zheng stretched out his hand and saw that Ouyang Keke had no reaction. He shook his head with regret and said, "Don't answer? Then I'll hit you until you do."
"You have not yet achieved great success in your cultivation at Mojiang Mountain. It is a pity that this unique skill of your Ouyang family has been lost. The most terrifying thing about this skill is that it is endless, but the flaw is... A person with an absolute defensive weapon You can ignore the attacks of this technique, or you can avoid all attacks if you are fast enough."
The two people's bodies suddenly stopped and just looked at each other.
He high-fived his hands, and ink droplets were flying. There were at least hundreds of such ink droplets floating around his body. If An Zheng wanted to attack him, he would have to pass through these ink droplets.
boom!
An Zheng's fist shook, and Ouyang Keke's body stepped back. He took several steps back and was unable to hold back. An Zheng took advantage of the situation and moved forward: "Do you really think that I am on par with you just now because I was on par with you? It's just that it's not easy to meet someone like you who can test my own cultivation, so I fought all of a sudden. It’s just fun.”
The two people's bodies suddenly stopped and just looked at each other.
boom!
After the loud noise, a circle of air ripples visible to the naked eye surged out around the fists of the two of them. It felt as terrifying as a nuclear explosion. The air ripples spread rapidly into the distance. I thought it was just a circle of concussive ripples, but who would have thought that it could be so powerful.
Ouyang Ke's expression changed. Before he could react, an indescribable violent force suddenly appeared behind him. The Samsara Heavenly Thunder once again exerted its power and directly exploded Ouyang Keke's back into minced meat, with no vertebrae left.
The house here collapsed.
Ouyang Bu's mind can travel freely among those ink droplets, and he can control any ink droplet. And An Zheng shuttled among the ink droplets, ink Ouyang Bubu and various weapons, as if he was in a huge ink painting, and he had become a part of the painting.
[The world of pen and ink!]
As if sensing An Zheng's change, Ouyang Buye quickly stepped back and at the same time put his hands together and made a snap. The moment the two hands clapped, a lot of water seemed to shoot out from the palms. The water droplets quickly turned black in mid-air, like ink droplets falling on white paper.
boom!
An Zheng smashed an ink Ouyang Bubu with one punch, and the separated ink droplets instantly turned into at least hundreds of feather arrows, heading towards An Zheng quickly. A piece of holy fish scale appeared in front of An Zheng. All the ink drop feather arrows hit the holy fish scale and bounced away with crackling sounds.
As Ouyang Ke Ke shouted loudly, all the ink droplets started to move.
An Zheng: "You will be afraid."
In An Zheng's view, the shackles and hurdles in cultivation were just meant to be broken by him one by one.
The ground over there sank into a big hole.
An Zheng avoided it while observing the ink droplets around him. He couldn't help but admire the Ouyang family's ink-defining technique. No matter which family rises, it is actually inseparable from the peerless figures at that time. Those who can create this kind of skill are true geniuses.
So at the beginning, the two people were inseparable.
In An Zheng's view, the shackles and hurdles in cultivation were just meant to be broken by him one by one.
He shattered the ink droplet Ouyang Keke behind him with one punch, but the ink droplet on his right side also changed, but this time it did not turn into Ouyang Keke, but turned into a spear, heading towards An Zheng like a poison | dragon out of the sea His lower abdomen was stabbed. An Zheng's feet rose a little, and he kicked the ink gun with his toes. The ink gun flew out in a circle, and was caught by an ink Ouyang Bubu with a snap. Then the ink Ouyang Bubu rushed towards An Zheng, and the gun Guns kill.
boom!
The ripples swept out, passed through the houses, and cut them into pieces. Passing through the trees, they were all cut off. The ripples swept forward, seemingly unstoppable.
boom!
A row of big trees over there were uprooted and exploded into powder in mid-air, with broken wood and leaves flying.
His body suddenly moved forward. Ouyang could not defend himself immediately. In just a few seconds, the two people had already fought each other thousands of times. That kind of punching speed can no longer be seen clearly by the naked eye of mortals, and even practitioners with insufficient cultivation cannot keep up with their speed. For those practitioners of the Haoqi Dazhan Sect who have not been overthrown by An Zheng, those with high levels of cultivation can only see two afterimages constantly shuttling in the yard, while those with lower levels of cultivation cannot see those two people at all. where.
An Zheng smashed an ink Ouyang Bubu with one punch, and the separated ink droplets instantly turned into at least hundreds of feather arrows, heading towards An Zheng quickly. A piece of holy fish scale appeared in front of An Zheng. All the ink drop feather arrows hit the holy fish scale and bounced away with crackling sounds.
As if sensing An Zheng's change, Ouyang Buye quickly stepped back and at the same time put his hands together and made a snap. The moment the two hands clapped, a lot of water seemed to shoot out from the palms. The water droplets quickly turned black in mid-air, like ink droplets falling on white paper.
An Zheng threw the notebook and pen in front of Ouyang Keke with a snap: "Otherwise you will be dead for a while."
The Haoqi Exhibition Sect occupies a huge area, but for An Zheng and the others, the battlefield is still a bit small. The two of them kept moving and fighting, and they didn't know how many times they hit each other with their four palms. In terms of cultivation, although Ouyang Kebu is not the kind of person with excellent talents, after all, he has practiced much longer than An Zheng, and all the treasures obtained by the entire sect belong to him alone. Blessed by the Shangpin Kung Fu passed down from the Ouyang family, he was a little higher than Xun Zhiwen in terms of strength.
The ripples swept out, passed through the houses, and cut them into pieces. Passing through the trees, they were all cut off. The ripples swept forward, seemingly unstoppable.
[The world of pen and ink!]
"You have not yet achieved great success in your cultivation at Mojiang Mountain. It is a pity that this unique skill of your Ouyang family has been lost. The most terrifying thing about this skill is that it is endless, but the flaw is... A person with an absolute defensive weapon You can ignore the attacks of this technique, or you can avoid all attacks if you are fast enough."
So at the beginning, the two people were inseparable.
An Zheng carefully observed this Mo Jiangshan technique, but what he was thinking was, if he could learn this technique, wouldn't his Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder be even more powerful in the future? Now that An Zheng has mastered the technique of the Samsara Heavenly Thunder operated by the Tianmu, if he can do it like this Mo Jiangshan, it will be equivalent to setting up the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder into a minefield...
After the loud noise, a circle of air ripples visible to the naked eye surged out around the fists of the two of them. It felt as terrifying as a nuclear explosion. The air ripples spread rapidly into the distance. I thought it was just a circle of concussive ripples, but who would have thought that it could be so powerful.
An Zheng's arms shook, and thirty scales of the holy fish flew out, forming a tornado-like sweep in an instant, and all the surrounding ink Ouyang could not be chopped into pieces. The scary thing about the world of pen and ink is that those broken ink droplets are just ink droplets. The broken ink droplets turn into more ink droplets. Each ink droplet can launch a new attack, and this endless division continues. What scale of siege will the final trapped people face? Even Daluo Jinxian might be exhausted to death in the end.
When An Zheng's figure was about to pass through the left side, Ouyang Bubu had already sensed it. Those ink droplets seemed to have some close connection with him. Once someone or the power of cultivation approached, the ink droplets would react.
boom!
The ink droplets are constantly changing, and Ouyang is like a god within the control range of these ink droplets, able to shuttle back and forth at will. He is elusive and unpredictable.
An Zheng became more and more excited about the beating, but his mood became more and more comfortable. He hadn't felt this kind of pleasure from beating him wantonly for a long time. An Zheng also wanted to test how strong he was now. It was actually a good thing to meet an opponent like Ouyang Bubu, who didn't have to worry about the opponent being merciful or that he would beat the opponent to death.
Ouyang Ke Ke sneered: "With your strength, you actually dare to claim to be his descendant. Speaking of which, your strength is far inferior to him."
The ripples swept out, passed through the houses, and cut them into pieces. Passing through the trees, they were all cut off. The ripples swept forward, seemingly unstoppable.
As Ouyang Ke Ke shouted loudly, all the ink droplets started to move.
He high-fived his hands, and ink droplets were flying. There were at least hundreds of such ink droplets floating around his body. If An Zheng wanted to attack him, he would have to pass through these ink droplets.
"If a bad person doesn't say a few nonsense words, it seems that he is not a bad person."
At this time, Ouyang couldn't just want to scold his mother.
The two men fought until the sky was dark and the earth was falling.
"No more tricks?"
So when he heard An Zheng say that I was the one who claimed his life, his body trembled involuntarily.
Not long after, a grand exhibition sect was demolished into a mess by two people. No one knows how many house walls have collapsed and how many flowers, plants and trees have been destroyed. With a bang, a water column suddenly exploded in the small lake behind the Haoqi Dazhan Sect. The water column shot straight into the sky, at least tens of meters high, and many live fish were blown up.
The ink droplets are constantly changing, and Ouyang is like a god within the control range of these ink droplets, able to shuttle back and forth at will. He is elusive and unpredictable.
The ink droplets are constantly changing, and Ouyang is like a god within the control range of these ink droplets, able to shuttle back and forth at will. He is elusive and unpredictable.
There was a snap, and before a disciple who raised his face to look at the water column could react, he was slapped in the face by a big, lively carp, which was painful.
"You have not yet achieved great success in your cultivation at Mojiang Mountain. It is a pity that this unique skill of your Ouyang family has been lost. The most terrifying thing about this skill is that it is endless, but the flaw is... A person with an absolute defensive weapon You can ignore the attacks of this technique, or you can avoid all attacks if you are fast enough."
He shattered the ink droplet Ouyang Keke behind him with one punch, but the ink droplet on his right side also changed, but this time it did not turn into Ouyang Keke, but turned into a spear, heading towards An Zheng like a poison | dragon out of the sea His lower abdomen was stabbed. An Zheng's feet rose a little, and he kicked the ink gun with his toes. The ink gun flew out in a circle, and was caught by an ink Ouyang Bubu with a snap. Then the ink Ouyang Bubu rushed towards An Zheng, and the gun Guns kill.
Ouyang Bu's mind can travel freely among those ink droplets, and he can control any ink droplet. And An Zheng shuttled among the ink droplets, ink Ouyang Bubu and various weapons, as if he was in a huge ink painting, and he had become a part of the painting.
An Zheng and Ouyang were not allowed to punch at the same time. Neither of them dodge nor give way. Their fists hit each other hard. Before the two fists collided, because the speed was too fast, the fists penetrated the space, causing an air explosion.
An Zheng's fist shook, and Ouyang Keke's body stepped back. He took several steps back and was unable to hold back. An Zheng took advantage of the situation and moved forward: "Do you really think that I am on par with you just now because I was on par with you? It's just that it's not easy to meet someone like you who can test my own cultivation, so I fought all of a sudden. It’s just fun.”
When Ouyang Bu thought it was a fight to the death, An Zheng was still distracted by thinking about this.
An Zheng just reached Ouyang Keke's left side. The ink droplets beside him suddenly changed. It seemed as if water was sprinkled on the ink droplets. It became thinner, and then turned into an Ouyang Keke who looked like an ink painting. He punched Hit An Zheng's back.
An Zheng carefully observed this Mo Jiangshan technique, but what he was thinking was, if he could learn this technique, wouldn't his Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder be even more powerful in the future? Now that An Zheng has mastered the technique of the Samsara Heavenly Thunder operated by the Tianmu, if he can do it like this Mo Jiangshan, it will be equivalent to setting up the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder into a minefield...
An Zheng and Ouyang were not allowed to punch at the same time. Neither of them dodge nor give way. Their fists hit each other hard. Before the two fists collided, because the speed was too fast, the fists penetrated the space, causing an air explosion.
Maybe it was because of something evil in his heart, so when the news of the murder of Xun Zhiwen, the lord of Qingfeng City, reached Ning'an City a few days ago, Ouyang Keke felt uneasy. As a practitioner, and a practitioner in the Great Man realm, I actually had nightmares while sleeping for several days in a row, dreaming of a green-faced and fanged man asking for my life.
"Want to take revenge?"
"If a bad person doesn't say a few nonsense words, it seems that he is not a bad person."
After the loud noise, a circle of air ripples visible to the naked eye surged out around the fists of the two of them. It felt as terrifying as a nuclear explosion. The air ripples spread rapidly into the distance. I thought it was just a circle of concussive ripples, but who would have thought that it could be so powerful.
The two men fought until the sky was dark and the earth was falling.
Maybe it was because of something evil in his heart, so when the news of the murder of Xun Zhiwen, the lord of Qingfeng City, reached Ning'an City a few days ago, Ouyang Keke felt uneasy. As a practitioner, and a practitioner in the Great Man realm, I actually had nightmares while sleeping for several days in a row, dreaming of a green-faced and fanged man asking for my life.
When Ouyang Bu thought it was a fight to the death, An Zheng was still distracted by thinking about this.
An Zheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "This is enough energy."
An Zheng's fist shook, and Ouyang Keke's body stepped back. He took several steps back and was unable to hold back. An Zheng took advantage of the situation and moved forward: "Do you really think that I am on par with you just now because I was on par with you? It's just that it's not easy to meet someone like you who can test my own cultivation, so I fought all of a sudden. It’s just fun.”
An Zheng: "You will be afraid."
Maybe it was because of something evil in his heart, so when the news of the murder of Xun Zhiwen, the lord of Qingfeng City, reached Ning'an City a few days ago, Ouyang Keke felt uneasy. As a practitioner, and a practitioner in the Great Man realm, I actually had nightmares while sleeping for several days in a row, dreaming of a green-faced and fanged man asking for my life.
The ripples swept out, passed through the houses, and cut them into pieces. Passing through the trees, they were all cut off. The ripples swept forward, seemingly unstoppable.
When An Zheng's figure was about to pass through the left side, Ouyang Bubu had already sensed it. Those ink droplets seemed to have some close connection with him. Once someone or the power of cultivation approached, the ink droplets would react.
An Zheng: "You will be afraid."
A row of big trees over there were uprooted and exploded into powder in mid-air, with broken wood and leaves flying.
Ouyang Ke Ke sneered: "With your strength, you actually dare to claim to be his descendant. Speaking of which, your strength is far inferior to him."
The two people's bodies suddenly stopped and just looked at each other.
An ink-and-wash Ouyang Bubu rushed in front of An Zheng and punched An Zheng in the face. An Zheng also punched and shattered his arm. The broken arm turned into an ink knife in mid-air. Another ink man, Ouyang Bubu, jumped up from behind, grabbed the ink knife in mid-air and slashed it at An Zheng's head.
interesting.
An Zheng's fist shook, and Ouyang Keke's body stepped back. He took several steps back and was unable to hold back. An Zheng took advantage of the situation and moved forward: "Do you really think that I am on par with you just now because I was on par with you? It's just that it's not easy to meet someone like you who can test my own cultivation, so I fought all of a sudden. It’s just fun.”
The two people's bodies suddenly stopped and just looked at each other.
An Zheng smashed an ink Ouyang Bubu with one punch, and the separated ink droplets instantly turned into at least hundreds of feather arrows, heading towards An Zheng quickly. A piece of holy fish scale appeared in front of An Zheng. All the ink drop feather arrows hit the holy fish scale and bounced away with crackling sounds.
Ouyang Bu's mind can travel freely among those ink droplets, and he can control any ink droplet. And An Zheng shuttled among the ink droplets, ink Ouyang Bubu and various weapons, as if he was in a huge ink painting, and he had become a part of the painting.
"Want to take revenge?"
Ouyang Bu was so angry that he laughed back: "I have met many young people who don't know the heights of the sky, and you are the least aware of them. Not to mention that you are just his disciple, even if he was reborn and stood in front of me, I wouldn't fear."
"No more tricks?"
He shattered the ink droplet Ouyang Keke behind him with one punch, but the ink droplet on his right side also changed, but this time it did not turn into Ouyang Keke, but turned into a spear, heading towards An Zheng like a poison | dragon out of the sea His lower abdomen was stabbed. An Zheng's feet rose a little, and he kicked the ink gun with his toes. The ink gun flew out in a circle, and was caught by an ink Ouyang Bubu with a snap. Then the ink Ouyang Bubu rushed towards An Zheng, and the gun Guns kill.
In other words, every drop of ink can be transformed into Ouyang Kebu's clone, and has the same strength as Ouyang Kebu.
The ink droplets are constantly changing, and Ouyang is like a god within the control range of these ink droplets, able to shuttle back and forth at will. He is elusive and unpredictable.
"No more tricks?"
Ouyang Ke Ke sneered: "With your strength, you actually dare to claim to be his descendant. Speaking of which, your strength is far inferior to him."
He high-fived his hands, and ink droplets were flying. There were at least hundreds of such ink droplets floating around his body. If An Zheng wanted to attack him, he would have to pass through these ink droplets.
An Zheng and Ouyang were not allowed to punch at the same time. Neither of them dodge nor give way. Their fists hit each other hard. Before the two fists collided, because the speed was too fast, the fists penetrated the space, causing an air explosion.
In other words, every drop of ink can be transformed into Ouyang Kebu's clone, and has the same strength as Ouyang Kebu.
An Zheng stretched out his hand and saw that Ouyang Keke had no reaction. He shook his head with regret and said, "Don't answer? Then I'll hit you until you do."
An Zheng smashed an ink Ouyang Bubu with one punch, and the separated ink droplets instantly turned into at least hundreds of feather arrows, heading towards An Zheng quickly. A piece of holy fish scale appeared in front of An Zheng. All the ink drop feather arrows hit the holy fish scale and bounced away with crackling sounds.
"If a bad person doesn't say a few nonsense words, it seems that he is not a bad person."
In other words, every drop of ink can be transformed into Ouyang Kebu's clone, and has the same strength as Ouyang Kebu.
What no one expected was that at this moment the two of them were back outside the central living room. When the reincarnation sky thunder behind Ouyang Keke exploded, Ouyang Keke was knocked away, flew back into the living room, and landed on the ground with a thud.
"If a bad person doesn't say a few nonsense words, it seems that he is not a bad person."
An Zheng: "You will be afraid."
There was a snap, and before a disciple who raised his face to look at the water column could react, he was slapped in the face by a big, lively carp, which was painful.
"Want to take revenge?"
His body suddenly moved forward. Ouyang could not defend himself immediately. In just a few seconds, the two people had already fought each other thousands of times. That kind of punching speed can no longer be seen clearly by the naked eye of mortals, and even practitioners with insufficient cultivation cannot keep up with their speed. For those practitioners of the Haoqi Dazhan Sect who have not been overthrown by An Zheng, those with high levels of cultivation can only see two afterimages constantly shuttling in the yard, while those with lower levels of cultivation cannot see those two people at all. where.
The Haoqi Exhibition Sect occupies a huge area, but for An Zheng and the others, the battlefield is still a bit small. The two of them kept moving and fighting, and they didn't know how many times they hit each other with their four palms. In terms of cultivation, although Ouyang Kebu is not the kind of person with excellent talents, after all, he has practiced much longer than An Zheng, and all the treasures obtained by the entire sect belong to him alone. Blessed by the Shangpin Kung Fu passed down from the Ouyang family, he was a little higher than Xun Zhiwen in terms of strength.
boom!
In An Zheng's view, the shackles and hurdles in cultivation were just meant to be broken by him one by one.
An Zheng turned forward and punched Ouyang Bubu with his fist. With a bang, the ink Ouyang Bu was instantly shattered, but the strength of its fist was exactly the same as that of the real Ouyang Bu.
An Zheng's fist shook, and Ouyang Keke's body stepped back. He took several steps back and was unable to hold back. An Zheng took advantage of the situation and moved forward: "Do you really think that I am on par with you just now because I was on par with you? It's just that it's not easy to meet someone like you who can test my own cultivation, so I fought all of a sudden. It’s just fun.”
An Zheng: "You will be afraid."
So at the beginning, the two people were inseparable.
boom!
An Zheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "This is enough energy."
An Zheng's arms shook, and thirty scales of the holy fish flew out, forming a tornado-like sweep in an instant, and all the surrounding ink Ouyang could not be chopped into pieces. The scary thing about the world of pen and ink is that those broken ink droplets are just ink droplets. The broken ink droplets turn into more ink droplets. Each ink droplet can launch a new attack, and this endless division continues. What scale of siege will the final trapped people face? Even Daluo Jinxian might be exhausted to death in the end.
When he stepped a little further, his speed suddenly increased. The air exploded, and when I looked again, there was no sign of An Zheng. Some people say that when the speed reaches a certain level, it will transcend time. It's just that no one in this world can really reach that speed, but An Zheng's teleportation has surpassed the shackles that should exist at his level of cultivation.
Ouyang Bu was so angry that he laughed back: "I have met many young people who don't know the heights of the sky, and you are the least aware of them. Not to mention that you are just his disciple, even if he was reborn and stood in front of me, I wouldn't fear."
An Zheng smashed an ink Ouyang Bubu with one punch, and the separated ink droplets instantly turned into at least hundreds of feather arrows, heading towards An Zheng quickly. A piece of holy fish scale appeared in front of An Zheng. All the ink drop feather arrows hit the holy fish scale and bounced away with crackling sounds.
"No more tricks?"
When Ouyang Bu thought it was a fight to the death, An Zheng was still distracted by thinking about this.
When An Zheng's figure was about to pass through the left side, Ouyang Bubu had already sensed it. Those ink droplets seemed to have some close connection with him. Once someone or the power of cultivation approached, the ink droplets would react.
Ouyang Bu's mind can travel freely among those ink droplets, and he can control any ink droplet. And An Zheng shuttled among the ink droplets, ink Ouyang Bubu and various weapons, as if he was in a huge ink painting, and he had become a part of the painting.
Ouyang Bu was so angry that he laughed back: "I have met many young people who don't know the heights of the sky, and you are the least aware of them. Not to mention that you are just his disciple, even if he was reborn and stood in front of me, I wouldn't fear."
So when he heard An Zheng say that I was the one who claimed his life, his body trembled involuntarily.
In An Zheng's view, the shackles and hurdles in cultivation were just meant to be broken by him one by one.
The two people's bodies suddenly stopped and just looked at each other.
The two men fought until the sky was dark and the earth was falling.
The ground over there sank into a big hole.
As if sensing An Zheng's change, Ouyang Buye quickly stepped back and at the same time put his hands together and made a snap. The moment the two hands clapped, a lot of water seemed to shoot out from the palms. The water droplets quickly turned black in mid-air, like ink droplets falling on white paper.
He high-fived his hands, and ink droplets were flying. There were at least hundreds of such ink droplets floating around his body. If An Zheng wanted to attack him, he would have to pass through these ink droplets.
An Zheng threw the notebook and pen in front of Ouyang Keke with a snap: "Otherwise you will be dead for a while."
The two people's bodies suddenly stopped and just looked at each other.
The house here collapsed.
A row of big trees over there were uprooted and exploded into powder in mid-air, with broken wood and leaves flying.
An Zheng's lips curled up slightly: "I can do both."
There was a snap, and before a disciple who raised his face to look at the water column could react, he was slapped in the face by a big, lively carp, which was painful.
An Zheng's fist shook, and Ouyang Keke's body stepped back. He took several steps back and was unable to hold back. An Zheng took advantage of the situation and moved forward: "Do you really think that I am on par with you just now because I was on par with you? It's just that it's not easy to meet someone like you who can test my own cultivation, so I fought all of a sudden. It’s just fun.”
He high-fived his hands, and ink droplets were flying. There were at least hundreds of such ink droplets floating around his body. If An Zheng wanted to attack him, he would have to pass through these ink droplets.
An Zheng turned forward and punched Ouyang Bubu with his fist. With a bang, the ink Ouyang Bu was instantly shattered, but the strength of its fist was exactly the same as that of the real Ouyang Bu.
When An Zheng's figure was about to pass through the left side, Ouyang Bubu had already sensed it. Those ink droplets seemed to have some close connection with him. Once someone or the power of cultivation approached, the ink droplets would react.
When An Zheng's figure was about to pass through the left side, Ouyang Bubu had already sensed it. Those ink droplets seemed to have some close connection with him. Once someone or the power of cultivation approached, the ink droplets would react.
An Zheng threw the notebook and pen in front of Ouyang Keke with a snap: "Otherwise you will be dead for a while."
interesting.
When he stepped a little further, his speed suddenly increased. The air exploded, and when I looked again, there was no sign of An Zheng. Some people say that when the speed reaches a certain level, it will transcend time. It's just that no one in this world can really reach that speed, but An Zheng's teleportation has surpassed the shackles that should exist at his level of cultivation.
[The world of pen and ink!]
The two men fought until the sky was dark and the earth was falling.
When An Zheng's figure was about to pass through the left side, Ouyang Bubu had already sensed it. Those ink droplets seemed to have some close connection with him. Once someone or the power of cultivation approached, the ink droplets would react.
As Ouyang Ke Ke shouted loudly, all the ink droplets started to move.
The most irritating thing was that An Zheng actually took out a pen and a notebook and handed them to him, and said to him seriously, please write down the list.
An Zheng threw the notebook and pen in front of Ouyang Keke with a snap: "Otherwise you will be dead for a while."
When An Zheng's figure was about to pass through the left side, Ouyang Bubu had already sensed it. Those ink droplets seemed to have some close connection with him. Once someone or the power of cultivation approached, the ink droplets would react.
An Zheng turned forward and punched Ouyang Bubu with his fist. With a bang, the ink Ouyang Bu was instantly shattered, but the strength of its fist was exactly the same as that of the real Ouyang Bu.
An Zheng just reached Ouyang Keke's left side. The ink droplets beside him suddenly changed. It seemed as if water was sprinkled on the ink droplets. It became thinner, and then turned into an Ouyang Keke who looked like an ink painting. He punched Hit An Zheng's back.
"If a bad person doesn't say a few nonsense words, it seems that he is not a bad person."
An Zheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "This is enough energy."
Not long after, a grand exhibition sect was demolished into a mess by two people. No one knows how many house walls have collapsed and how many flowers, plants and trees have been destroyed. With a bang, a water column suddenly exploded in the small lake behind the Haoqi Dazhan Sect. The water column shot straight into the sky, at least tens of meters high, and many live fish were blown up.
boom!
As Ouyang Ke Ke shouted loudly, all the ink droplets started to move.
There was a snap, and before a disciple who raised his face to look at the water column could react, he was slapped in the face by a big, lively carp, which was painful.
"Write."
The house here collapsed.
An Zheng turned forward and punched Ouyang Bubu with his fist. With a bang, the ink Ouyang Bu was instantly shattered, but the strength of its fist was exactly the same as that of the real Ouyang Bu.
boom!
What no one expected was that at this moment the two of them were back outside the central living room. When the reincarnation sky thunder behind Ouyang Keke exploded, Ouyang Keke was knocked away, flew back into the living room, and landed on the ground with a thud.
The ripples swept out, passed through the houses, and cut them into pieces. Passing through the trees, they were all cut off. The ripples swept forward, seemingly unstoppable.
An Zheng and Ouyang were not allowed to punch at the same time. Neither of them dodge nor give way. Their fists hit each other hard. Before the two fists collided, because the speed was too fast, the fists penetrated the space, causing an air explosion.
As if sensing An Zheng's change, Ouyang Buye quickly stepped back and at the same time put his hands together and made a snap. The moment the two hands clapped, a lot of water seemed to shoot out from the palms. The water droplets quickly turned black in mid-air, like ink droplets falling on white paper.
Ouyang Ke's expression changed. Before he could react, an indescribable violent force suddenly appeared behind him. The Samsara Heavenly Thunder once again exerted its power and directly exploded Ouyang Keke's back into minced meat, with no vertebrae left.
In other words, every drop of ink can be transformed into Ouyang Kebu's clone, and has the same strength as Ouyang Kebu.
An Zheng threw the notebook and pen in front of Ouyang Keke with a snap: "Otherwise you will be dead for a while."
An Zheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "This is enough energy."
interesting.
When he stepped a little further, his speed suddenly increased. The air exploded, and when I looked again, there was no sign of An Zheng. Some people say that when the speed reaches a certain level, it will transcend time. It's just that no one in this world can really reach that speed, but An Zheng's teleportation has surpassed the shackles that should exist at his level of cultivation.
When he stepped a little further, his speed suddenly increased. The air exploded, and when I looked again, there was no sign of An Zheng. Some people say that when the speed reaches a certain level, it will transcend time. It's just that no one in this world can really reach that speed, but An Zheng's teleportation has surpassed the shackles that should exist at his level of cultivation.
An Zheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "This is enough energy."
"Want to take revenge?"
An Zheng became more and more excited about the beating, but his mood became more and more comfortable. He hadn't felt this kind of pleasure from beating him wantonly for a long time. An Zheng also wanted to test how strong he was now. It was actually a good thing to meet an opponent like Ouyang Bubu, who didn't have to worry about the opponent being merciful or that he would beat the opponent to death.
He shattered the ink droplet Ouyang Keke behind him with one punch, but the ink droplet on his right side also changed, but this time it did not turn into Ouyang Keke, but turned into a spear, heading towards An Zheng like a poison | dragon out of the sea His lower abdomen was stabbed. An Zheng's feet rose a little, and he kicked the ink gun with his toes. The ink gun flew out in a circle, and was caught by an ink Ouyang Bubu with a snap. Then the ink Ouyang Bubu rushed towards An Zheng, and the gun Guns kill.
Ouyang Bu's mind can travel freely among those ink droplets, and he can control any ink droplet. And An Zheng shuttled among the ink droplets, ink Ouyang Bubu and various weapons, as if he was in a huge ink painting, and he had become a part of the painting.
And An Zheng was sitting on the chair, holding a notebook and a pen in his hands, looking at him and smiling, as if nothing had happened. If the surroundings hadn't been devastated, and if Ouyang Keke hadn't been covered in blood, everyone would have even had the illusion... There was no fight to the death before, and time had returned to before.
An Zheng: "You will be afraid."
An Zheng avoided it while observing the ink droplets around him. He couldn't help but admire the Ouyang family's ink-defining technique. No matter which family rises, it is actually inseparable from the peerless figures at that time. Those who can create this kind of skill are true geniuses.
The ripples swept out, passed through the houses, and cut them into pieces. Passing through the trees, they were all cut off. The ripples swept forward, seemingly unstoppable.
An Zheng threw the notebook and pen in front of Ouyang Keke with a snap: "Otherwise you will be dead for a while."
boom!
When he stepped a little further, his speed suddenly increased. The air exploded, and when I looked again, there was no sign of An Zheng. Some people say that when the speed reaches a certain level, it will transcend time. It's just that no one in this world can really reach that speed, but An Zheng's teleportation has surpassed the shackles that should exist at his level of cultivation.
Ouyang Ke Ke sneered: "With your strength, you actually dare to claim to be his descendant. Speaking of which, your strength is far inferior to him."
An Zheng and Ouyang were not allowed to punch at the same time. Neither of them dodge nor give way. Their fists hit each other hard. Before the two fists collided, because the speed was too fast, the fists penetrated the space, causing an air explosion.
At this time, Ouyang couldn't just want to scold his mother.
Ouyang Bu's mind can travel freely among those ink droplets, and he can control any ink droplet. And An Zheng shuttled among the ink droplets, ink Ouyang Bubu and various weapons, as if he was in a huge ink painting, and he had become a part of the painting.
The most irritating thing was that An Zheng actually took out a pen and a notebook and handed them to him, and said to him seriously, please write down the list.
An Zheng stretched out his hand and saw that Ouyang Keke had no reaction. He shook his head with regret and said, "Don't answer? Then I'll hit you until you do."
The ink droplets are constantly changing, and Ouyang is like a god within the control range of these ink droplets, able to shuttle back and forth at will. He is elusive and unpredictable.
The most irritating thing was that An Zheng actually took out a pen and a notebook and handed them to him, and said to him seriously, please write down the list.
Maybe it was because of something evil in his heart, so when the news of the murder of Xun Zhiwen, the lord of Qingfeng City, reached Ning'an City a few days ago, Ouyang Keke felt uneasy. As a practitioner, and a practitioner in the Great Man realm, I actually had nightmares while sleeping for several days in a row, dreaming of a green-faced and fanged man asking for my life.
"If a bad person doesn't say a few nonsense words, it seems that he is not a bad person."
An Zheng carefully observed this Mo Jiangshan technique, but what he was thinking was, if he could learn this technique, wouldn't his Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder be even more powerful in the future? Now that An Zheng has mastered the technique of the Samsara Heavenly Thunder operated by the Tianmu, if he can do it like this Mo Jiangshan, it will be equivalent to setting up the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder into a minefield...
An Zheng stretched out his hand and saw that Ouyang Keke had no reaction. He shook his head with regret and said, "Don't answer? Then I'll hit you until you do."
He stood up, stretched his body and put the notebook and pen on the table: "In a moment, I will let you crawl over and write."
An Zheng became more and more excited about the beating, but his mood became more and more comfortable. He hadn't felt this kind of pleasure from beating him wantonly for a long time. An Zheng also wanted to test how strong he was now. It was actually a good thing to meet an opponent like Ouyang Bubu, who didn't have to worry about the opponent being merciful or that he would beat the opponent to death.
And An Zheng was sitting on the chair, holding a notebook and a pen in his hands, looking at him and smiling, as if nothing had happened. If the surroundings hadn't been devastated, and if Ouyang Keke hadn't been covered in blood, everyone would have even had the illusion... There was no fight to the death before, and time had returned to before.
When An Zheng's figure was about to pass through the left side, Ouyang Bubu had already sensed it. Those ink droplets seemed to have some close connection with him. Once someone or the power of cultivation approached, the ink droplets would react.
When Ouyang Bu thought it was a fight to the death, An Zheng was still distracted by thinking about this.
When An Zheng's figure was about to pass through the left side, Ouyang Bubu had already sensed it. Those ink droplets seemed to have some close connection with him. Once someone or the power of cultivation approached, the ink droplets would react.
boom!
[The world of pen and ink!]
Ouyang Ke Ke sneered: "With your strength, you actually dare to claim to be his descendant. Speaking of which, your strength is far inferior to him."
"No more tricks?"
The Haoqi Exhibition Sect occupies a huge area, but for An Zheng and the others, the battlefield is still a bit small. The two of them kept moving and fighting, and they didn't know how many times they hit each other with their four palms. In terms of cultivation, although Ouyang Kebu is not the kind of person with excellent talents, after all, he has practiced much longer than An Zheng, and all the treasures obtained by the entire sect belong to him alone. Blessed by the Shangpin Kung Fu passed down from the Ouyang family, he was a little higher than Xun Zhiwen in terms of strength.
An Zheng carefully observed this Mo Jiangshan technique, but what he was thinking was, if he could learn this technique, wouldn't his Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder be even more powerful in the future? Now that An Zheng has mastered the technique of the Samsara Heavenly Thunder operated by the Tianmu, if he can do it like this Mo Jiangshan, it will be equivalent to setting up the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder into a minefield...
After the loud noise, a circle of air ripples visible to the naked eye surged out around the fists of the two of them. It felt as terrifying as a nuclear explosion. The air ripples spread rapidly into the distance. I thought it was just a circle of concussive ripples, but who would have thought that it could be so powerful.
So at the beginning, the two people were inseparable.
The Haoqi Exhibition Sect occupies a huge area, but for An Zheng and the others, the battlefield is still a bit small. The two of them kept moving and fighting, and they didn't know how many times they hit each other with their four palms. In terms of cultivation, although Ouyang Kebu is not the kind of person with excellent talents, after all, he has practiced much longer than An Zheng, and all the treasures obtained by the entire sect belong to him alone. Blessed by the Shangpin Kung Fu passed down from the Ouyang family, he was a little higher than Xun Zhiwen in terms of strength.
boom!
An Zheng smashed an ink Ouyang Bubu with one punch, and the separated ink droplets instantly turned into at least hundreds of feather arrows, heading towards An Zheng quickly. A piece of holy fish scale appeared in front of An Zheng. All the ink drop feather arrows hit the holy fish scale and bounced away with crackling sounds.
An Zheng avoided it while observing the ink droplets around him. He couldn't help but admire the Ouyang family's ink-defining technique. No matter which family rises, it is actually inseparable from the peerless figures at that time. Those who can create this kind of skill are true geniuses.
So when he heard An Zheng say that I was the one who claimed his life, his body trembled involuntarily.
Ouyang Ke Ke sneered: "With your strength, you actually dare to claim to be his descendant. Speaking of which, your strength is far inferior to him."
boom!
As Ouyang Ke Ke shouted loudly, all the ink droplets started to move.
An Zheng threw the notebook and pen in front of Ouyang Keke with a snap: "Otherwise you will be dead for a while."
[The world of pen and ink!]
The house here collapsed.
An ink-and-wash Ouyang Bubu rushed in front of An Zheng and punched An Zheng in the face. An Zheng also punched and shattered his arm. The broken arm turned into an ink knife in mid-air. Another ink man, Ouyang Bubu, jumped up from behind, grabbed the ink knife in mid-air and slashed it at An Zheng's head.
An Zheng just reached Ouyang Keke's left side. The ink droplets beside him suddenly changed. It seemed as if water was sprinkled on the ink droplets. It became thinner, and then turned into an Ouyang Keke who looked like an ink painting. He punched Hit An Zheng's back.
"Write."
The two men fought until the sky was dark and the earth was falling.
What no one expected was that at this moment the two of them were back outside the central living room. When the reincarnation sky thunder behind Ouyang Keke exploded, Ouyang Keke was knocked away, flew back into the living room, and landed on the ground with a thud.
He shattered the ink droplet Ouyang Keke behind him with one punch, but the ink droplet on his right side also changed, but this time it did not turn into Ouyang Keke, but turned into a spear, heading towards An Zheng like a poison | dragon out of the sea His lower abdomen was stabbed. An Zheng's feet rose a little, and he kicked the ink gun with his toes. The ink gun flew out in a circle, and was caught by an ink Ouyang Bubu with a snap. Then the ink Ouyang Bubu rushed towards An Zheng, and the gun Guns kill.
At this time, Ouyang couldn't just want to scold his mother.
An Zheng's arms shook, and thirty scales of the holy fish flew out, forming a tornado-like sweep in an instant, and all the surrounding ink Ouyang could not be chopped into pieces. The scary thing about the world of pen and ink is that those broken ink droplets are just ink droplets. The broken ink droplets turn into more ink droplets. Each ink droplet can launch a new attack, and this endless division continues. What scale of siege will the final trapped people face? Even Daluo Jinxian might be exhausted to death in the end.
An Zheng: "You will be afraid."
An Zheng avoided it while observing the ink droplets around him. He couldn't help but admire the Ouyang family's ink-defining technique. No matter which family rises, it is actually inseparable from the peerless figures at that time. Those who can create this kind of skill are true geniuses.
An Zheng carefully observed this Mo Jiangshan technique, but what he was thinking was, if he could learn this technique, wouldn't his Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder be even more powerful in the future? Now that An Zheng has mastered the technique of the Samsara Heavenly Thunder operated by the Tianmu, if he can do it like this Mo Jiangshan, it will be equivalent to setting up the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder into a minefield...
"You have not yet achieved great success in your cultivation at Mojiang Mountain. It is a pity that this unique skill of your Ouyang family has been lost. The most terrifying thing about this skill is that it is endless, but the flaw is... A person with an absolute defensive weapon You can ignore the attacks of this technique, or you can avoid all attacks if you are fast enough."
He shattered the ink droplet Ouyang Keke behind him with one punch, but the ink droplet on his right side also changed, but this time it did not turn into Ouyang Keke, but turned into a spear, heading towards An Zheng like a poison | dragon out of the sea His lower abdomen was stabbed. An Zheng's feet rose a little, and he kicked the ink gun with his toes. The ink gun flew out in a circle, and was caught by an ink Ouyang Bubu with a snap. Then the ink Ouyang Bubu rushed towards An Zheng, and the gun Guns kill.
He stood up, stretched his body and put the notebook and pen on the table: "In a moment, I will let you crawl over and write."
In An Zheng's view, the shackles and hurdles in cultivation were just meant to be broken by him one by one.
[The world of pen and ink!]
When Ouyang Bu thought it was a fight to the death, An Zheng was still distracted by thinking about this.
So at the beginning, the two people were inseparable.
An Zheng just reached Ouyang Keke's left side. The ink droplets beside him suddenly changed. It seemed as if water was sprinkled on the ink droplets. It became thinner, and then turned into an Ouyang Keke who looked like an ink painting. He punched Hit An Zheng's back.
When Ouyang Bu thought it was a fight to the death, An Zheng was still distracted by thinking about this.
An Zheng's lips curled up slightly: "I can do both."
An ink-and-wash Ouyang Bubu rushed in front of An Zheng and punched An Zheng in the face. An Zheng also punched and shattered his arm. The broken arm turned into an ink knife in mid-air. Another ink man, Ouyang Bubu, jumped up from behind, grabbed the ink knife in mid-air and slashed it at An Zheng's head.
As Ouyang Ke Ke shouted loudly, all the ink droplets started to move.
In other words, every drop of ink can be transformed into Ouyang Kebu's clone, and has the same strength as Ouyang Kebu.
boom!
An Zheng's arms shook, and thirty scales of the holy fish flew out, forming a tornado-like sweep in an instant, and all the surrounding ink Ouyang could not be chopped into pieces. The scary thing about the world of pen and ink is that those broken ink droplets are just ink droplets. The broken ink droplets turn into more ink droplets. Each ink droplet can launch a new attack, and this endless division continues. What scale of siege will the final trapped people face? Even Daluo Jinxian might be exhausted to death in the end.
Ouyang Ke's expression changed. Before he could react, an indescribable violent force suddenly appeared behind him. The Samsara Heavenly Thunder once again exerted its power and directly exploded Ouyang Keke's back into minced meat, with no vertebrae left.
An Zheng: "You will be afraid."
An Zheng threw the notebook and pen in front of Ouyang Keke with a snap: "Otherwise you will be dead for a while."
"Want to take revenge?"
When Ouyang Bu thought it was a fight to the death, An Zheng was still distracted by thinking about this.
At this time, Ouyang couldn't just want to scold his mother.
There was a snap, and before a disciple who raised his face to look at the water column could react, he was slapped in the face by a big, lively carp, which was painful.
When he stepped a little further, his speed suddenly increased. The air exploded, and when I looked again, there was no sign of An Zheng. Some people say that when the speed reaches a certain level, it will transcend time. It's just that no one in this world can really reach that speed, but An Zheng's teleportation has surpassed the shackles that should exist at his level of cultivation.
boom!
What no one expected was that at this moment the two of them were back outside the central living room. When the reincarnation sky thunder behind Ouyang Keke exploded, Ouyang Keke was knocked away, flew back into the living room, and landed on the ground with a thud.
He shattered the ink droplet Ouyang Keke behind him with one punch, but the ink droplet on his right side also changed, but this time it did not turn into Ouyang Keke, but turned into a spear, heading towards An Zheng like a poison | dragon out of the sea His lower abdomen was stabbed. An Zheng's feet rose a little, and he kicked the ink gun with his toes. The ink gun flew out in a circle, and was caught by an ink Ouyang Bubu with a snap. Then the ink Ouyang Bubu rushed towards An Zheng, and the gun Guns kill.
In other words, every drop of ink can be transformed into Ouyang Kebu's clone, and has the same strength as Ouyang Kebu.
What no one expected was that at this moment the two of them were back outside the central living room. When the reincarnation sky thunder behind Ouyang Keke exploded, Ouyang Keke was knocked away, flew back into the living room, and landed on the ground with a thud.
He stood up, stretched his body and put the notebook and pen on the table: "In a moment, I will let you crawl over and write."
An Zheng just reached Ouyang Keke's left side. The ink droplets beside him suddenly changed. It seemed as if water was sprinkled on the ink droplets. It became thinner, and then turned into an Ouyang Keke who looked like an ink painting. He punched Hit An Zheng's back.
He high-fived his hands, and ink droplets were flying. There were at least hundreds of such ink droplets floating around his body. If An Zheng wanted to attack him, he would have to pass through these ink droplets.
And An Zheng was sitting on the chair, holding a notebook and a pen in his hands, looking at him and smiling, as if nothing had happened. If the surroundings hadn't been devastated, and if Ouyang Keke hadn't been covered in blood, everyone would have even had the illusion... There was no fight to the death before, and time had returned to before.
An Zheng's fist shook, and Ouyang Keke's body stepped back. He took several steps back and was unable to hold back. An Zheng took advantage of the situation and moved forward: "Do you really think that I am on par with you just now because I was on par with you? It's just that it's not easy to meet someone like you who can test my own cultivation, so I fought all of a sudden. It’s just fun.”
Ouyang Bu was so angry that he laughed back: "I have met many young people who don't know the heights of the sky, and you are the least aware of them. Not to mention that you are just his disciple, even if he was reborn and stood in front of me, I wouldn't fear."
Not long after, a grand exhibition sect was demolished into a mess by two people. No one knows how many house walls have collapsed and how many flowers, plants and trees have been destroyed. With a bang, a water column suddenly exploded in the small lake behind the Haoqi Dazhan Sect. The water column shot straight into the sky, at least tens of meters high, and many live fish were blown up.
He stood up, stretched his body and put the notebook and pen on the table: "In a moment, I will let you crawl over and write."
"Write."
So at the beginning, the two people were inseparable.
An Zheng and Ouyang were not allowed to punch at the same time. Neither of them dodge nor give way. Their fists hit each other hard. Before the two fists collided, because the speed was too fast, the fists penetrated the space, causing an air explosion.
An Zheng and Ouyang were not allowed to punch at the same time. Neither of them dodge nor give way. Their fists hit each other hard. Before the two fists collided, because the speed was too fast, the fists penetrated the space, causing an air explosion.
As Ouyang Ke Ke shouted loudly, all the ink droplets started to move.
"Write."
An Zheng threw the notebook and pen in front of Ouyang Keke with a snap: "Otherwise you will be dead for a while."
There was a snap, and before a disciple who raised his face to look at the water column could react, he was slapped in the face by a big, lively carp, which was painful.
A row of big trees over there were uprooted and exploded into powder in mid-air, with broken wood and leaves flying.
He stood up, stretched his body and put the notebook and pen on the table: "In a moment, I will let you crawl over and write."