Zuo Jiantang had no other choice. If he took the pill, he would not be able to stop the arrows shot by An Zheng. That was Jiugang Tianlei, a forbidden technique that Zuo Jiantang was extremely familiar with. In fact, he already knew it when the first Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder exploded, but he just couldn't believe it.
There is medicinal energy from the elixir all around, and the function of this elixir is to speed up the circulation of blood. While Zuo Jiantang pierced An Zheng's body continuously, An Zheng controlled his third eye to pick up the scattered pills and stuffed them into the wound on Zuo Jiantang's back.
So he couldn't waste even a second, because that second might cause all his previous efforts to be wasted. The moment the last spiritual mine exploded, An Zheng had already rushed in front of Zuo Jiantang. With a shake of his hand, he shot out a handful of caltrops and went straight to Zuo Jiantang's chest and face.
Zuo Jiantang had no other choice. If he took the pill, he would not be able to stop the arrows shot by An Zheng. That was Jiugang Tianlei, a forbidden technique that Zuo Jiantang was extremely familiar with. In fact, he already knew it when the first Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder exploded, but he just couldn't believe it.
An Zheng felt relieved for less than a second, because this sword actually pierced the opponent's heart.
Once a high-ranking official of the Temple General level was killed by a disciple of the Buddha, the war would have already broken out. At that time, we just covered our heads and pretended that we didn't know anyone. Whoever won would occupy more territory.
Zuo Jiantang's expression suddenly changed, and he finally reacted, but it was already too late. The caltrops that An Zheng had hit out before were filled with elixirs, but Zuo Jiantang swept them away with a palm, and the caltrops flew everywhere. Of course Zuo Jiantang won't care about these, but these are fatal.
At this time, he no longer had so much time to hesitate in his mind.
An Zheng kept taking pills, and his cultivation power was depleted at an alarming rate. This was precisely because of the effect of the pills.
Once a high-ranking official of the Temple General level was killed by a disciple of the Buddha, the war would have already broken out. At that time, we just covered our heads and pretended that we didn't know anyone. Whoever won would occupy more territory.
An Zheng guessed that Zuo Jiantang would react like this, so he teleported over when the sword was shot out. His current teleportation distance is far enough, and this distance was carefully calculated by him.
But An Zheng has a woman who loves him deeply, a woman who is always thinking about what kind of danger An Zheng may encounter. Therefore, An Zheng carried many, many elixirs on his body, each of which was specially refined by Qu Liuxi based on An Zheng's physique. These elixirs may only be of value to others, but to An Zheng they are life-saving.
"You asked me just now, can pills kill people?"
Zuo Jiantang had no other choice. If he took the pill, he would not be able to stop the arrows shot by An Zheng. That was Jiugang Tianlei, a forbidden technique that Zuo Jiantang was extremely familiar with. In fact, he already knew it when the first Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder exploded, but he just couldn't believe it.
However, it was really the first time in his life that such a person was forced to do this by An Zheng.
The long sword shimmering with purple light lay horizontally in front of Zuo Jiantang, then quickly spun to block the arrows.
Zuo Jiantang made a choice almost as soon as the feather arrow arrived. Instead of sending the elixir in his hand, he pushed forward with both hands and tried his best to block the blow.
His left hand holding the broken sword had lost all flesh, and the long sword was holding the sword with his finger bones, making a clicking sound. The strength of his bones is astonishing. He looked down at his left hand and smiled: "You must have found out that what I am best at is the left-hand sword. Many people in the world know it, including my enemies. But you are all wrong... What I am good at is my left hand. , not a left-handed sword, do you know why? Because... my left hand is my sword."
A sword light shot out from the finger bone and directly pierced An Zheng's body. An Zheng's movements were already extremely fast, but he only managed to avoid it once again. The sword light pierced his chest, this time closer to his heart.
A long sword shimmering with purple light appeared in front of him. It was not a magic weapon, but his sword soul. A person who specializes in swordsmanship, can become a third-level expert in the Small Heaven Realm, and holds the high position of General of the Temple. There is no doubt about his power.
He waved his hand casually, and the iron caltrops were swung away and landed in the distance. And An Zheng's Broken Army Sword passed through the Tribulus Jade and went straight to Zuo Jiantang's heart.
A long sword shimmering with purple light appeared in front of him. It was not a magic weapon, but his sword soul. A person who specializes in swordsmanship, can become a third-level expert in the Small Heaven Realm, and holds the high position of General of the Temple. There is no doubt about his power.
However, it was really the first time in his life that such a person was forced to do this by An Zheng.
Zuo Jiantang suddenly laughed: "Your cultivation power has been exhausted again. Do you still have any elixirs?"
"Do you feel it?"
Half of his face was blown away, leaving only a bloody facial bone on the left side of his face. There was no flesh on one side of the jaw and the bones were falling apart. Further up, the cheekbones are gone, the eye sockets are still there, but the eyebrows and eyelids are gone, so the eyeball looks particularly ugly.
However, An Zheng soon became excited.
He waved his hand casually, and the iron caltrops were swung away and landed in the distance. And An Zheng's Broken Army Sword passed through the Tribulus Jade and went straight to Zuo Jiantang's heart.
But An Zheng has a woman who loves him deeply, a woman who is always thinking about what kind of danger An Zheng may encounter. Therefore, An Zheng carried many, many elixirs on his body, each of which was specially refined by Qu Liuxi based on An Zheng's physique. These elixirs may only be of value to others, but to An Zheng they are life-saving.
An Zheng guessed that Zuo Jiantang would react like this, so he teleported over when the sword was shot out. His current teleportation distance is far enough, and this distance was carefully calculated by him.
An Zheng's blood bead bracelet turned, and a peak-grade elixir flew out and floated into An Zheng's mouth. An Zheng's pale face regained some color, and then he began to fight back... His hand moved forward, while Zuo Jiantang began to retreat.
However, An Zheng soon became excited.
Zuo Jiantang, who looked so embarrassed and miserable, actually still had the strength to fight back.
Half of his face was blown away, leaving only a bloody facial bone on the left side of his face. There was no flesh on one side of the jaw and the bones were falling apart. Further up, the cheekbones are gone, the eye sockets are still there, but the eyebrows and eyelids are gone, so the eyeball looks particularly ugly.
The long sword shimmering with purple light lay horizontally in front of Zuo Jiantang, then quickly spun to block the arrows.
Half of his face was blown away, leaving only a bloody facial bone on the left side of his face. There was no flesh on one side of the jaw and the bones were falling apart. Further up, the cheekbones are gone, the eye sockets are still there, but the eyebrows and eyelids are gone, so the eyeball looks particularly ugly.
Therefore, no matter how powerful the scales of the holy fish are, they cannot completely block the sword energy.
Boom!
At this time, both of their cultivation powers were all in the Broken Army Sword, and An Zheng looked much better than Zuo Jiantang. At least, he didn't have many injuries on his body.
Half of his face was blown away, leaving only a bloody facial bone on the left side of his face. There was no flesh on one side of the jaw and the bones were falling apart. Further up, the cheekbones are gone, the eye sockets are still there, but the eyebrows and eyelids are gone, so the eyeball looks particularly ugly.
Zuo Jiantang suddenly laughed: "Your cultivation power has been exhausted again. Do you still have any elixirs?"
An Zheng gritted his teeth and said nothing, because he couldn't even speak at this time.
Zuo Jiantang's body flew backwards involuntarily, and the sword spirit looked a little uncertain. Even when the Immortal Palace of the Western Regions fought against Monk Dashu, the great disciple of the Buddha Sect, Zuo Jiantang was at a disadvantage everywhere, but it was never so miserable. Of course, it was impossible for Monk Dashu to kill him at that time, after all, Da Xi and the Buddha Kingdom had not yet broken up with each other.
Zuo Jiantang held the phalanges in his right hand and stabbed forward again. The sword light pierced An Zheng's body again, but An Zheng still avoided it.
Once a high-ranking official of the Temple General level was killed by a disciple of the Buddha, the war would have already broken out. At that time, we just covered our heads and pretended that we didn't know anyone. Whoever won would occupy more territory.
Once a high-ranking official of the Temple General level was killed by a disciple of the Buddha, the war would have already broken out. At that time, we just covered our heads and pretended that we didn't know anyone. Whoever won would occupy more territory.
Once a high-ranking official of the Temple General level was killed by a disciple of the Buddha, the war would have already broken out. At that time, we just covered our heads and pretended that we didn't know anyone. Whoever won would occupy more territory.
At this time, he no longer had so much time to hesitate in his mind.
"How many more times can you avoid it?"
At this time, the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder exploded in front of him. Under this power, his body-protecting Qi could not be raised. Although the sword soul blocked seventy-eight percent of the power of the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder, however, The two or three points that missed it were heavy enough.
With a pop, an illusory sword shadow pierced An Zheng's back and came out from his chest. If An Zheng hadn't forcibly moved his body between the lightning and flint, this sword would have pierced An Zheng's heart.
He clutched the broken sword, and An Zheng tried several times but failed to pull it out.
Boom!
He clutched the broken sword, and An Zheng tried several times but failed to pull it out.
Half of his face was blown away, leaving only a bloody facial bone on the left side of his face. There was no flesh on one side of the jaw and the bones were falling apart. Further up, the cheekbones are gone, the eye sockets are still there, but the eyebrows and eyelids are gone, so the eyeball looks particularly ugly.
Today, Zuo Jiantang was in an extreme state of embarrassment. After the seventh Nine-Gang Heavenly Thunder exploded, he was completely covered with blood. What makes him most angry is that his opponent has just shown up now.
"How many more times can you avoid it?"
The second pill flew out and went into An Zheng's mouth, replenishing An Zheng's rapidly depleted cultivation power. However, in such a life-and-death duel, the consumption of cultivation power is released like a flood that bursts out of a dam, too fast.
Therefore, no matter how powerful the scales of the holy fish are, they cannot completely block the sword energy.
However, the sword soul is not physical, it is illusory sword energy.
Zuo Jiantang looked so miserable. The entire back of his body had been completely mutilated. There was almost no flesh and blood left. The few remaining strands of flesh were hanging on the bones. The scene looked particularly terrifying.
Zuo Jiantang looked so miserable. The entire back of his body had been completely mutilated. There was almost no flesh and blood left. The few remaining strands of flesh were hanging on the bones. The scene looked particularly terrifying.
So he couldn't waste even a second, because that second might cause all his previous efforts to be wasted. The moment the last spiritual mine exploded, An Zheng had already rushed in front of Zuo Jiantang. With a shake of his hand, he shot out a handful of caltrops and went straight to Zuo Jiantang's chest and face.
Boom!
An Zheng kept taking pills, and his cultivation power was depleted at an alarming rate. This was precisely because of the effect of the pills.
An Zheng gritted his teeth and said, "So there is still him."
An Zheng swallowed the third pill, and then suddenly raised his other hand to grab the sword light.
An Zheng didn't answer because his cultivation power was exhausted again.
Once a high-ranking official of the Temple General level was killed by a disciple of the Buddha, the war would have already broken out. At that time, we just covered our heads and pretended that we didn't know anyone. Whoever won would occupy more territory.
The Broken Army Sword pierced Zuo Jiantang's heart, and also pierced Zuo Jiantang's heart, but... nothing happened to Zuo Jiantang. He raised his incomplete left hand and grasped the Broken Army Sword. His eyes, which were almost covered with blood, looked straight at An Zheng.
At this time, the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder exploded in front of him. Under this power, his body-protecting Qi could not be raised. Although the sword soul blocked seventy-eight percent of the power of the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder, however, The two or three points that missed it were heavy enough.
However, An Zheng soon became excited.
"You asked me just now, can pills kill people?"
"Since the last time I was on Cangman Mountain, I saw that a peerless strong man like Fang Zheng would die, and I started thinking... What is a person's biggest flaw? For ordinary people, it may be the head, but for practitioners In other words, it’s the heart. If my heart is broken, I won’t die, and my enemies will be twice as likely to die.”
Zuo Jiantang suddenly laughed: "Your cultivation power has been exhausted again. Do you still have any elixirs?"
Therefore, no matter how powerful the scales of the holy fish are, they cannot completely block the sword energy.
Half of his face was blown away, leaving only a bloody facial bone on the left side of his face. There was no flesh on one side of the jaw and the bones were falling apart. Further up, the cheekbones are gone, the eye sockets are still there, but the eyebrows and eyelids are gone, so the eyeball looks particularly ugly.
An Zheng didn't answer because his cultivation power was exhausted again.
He slowly pushed forward, and An Zheng's arm was pushed back.
The Broken Army Sword pierced Zuo Jiantang's heart, and also pierced Zuo Jiantang's heart, but... nothing happened to Zuo Jiantang. He raised his incomplete left hand and grasped the Broken Army Sword. His eyes, which were almost covered with blood, looked straight at An Zheng.
He raised his right hand, suddenly broke a phalanx of his left hand, and then stabbed forward.
Zuo Jiantang smiled evilly: "I just didn't expect that what I learned from Fang Zheng would be used against Fang Zheng. How powerful you were at that time, I almost didn't even have a chance to take action in front of you. No. Looking at you now, even if you relied on some calculations to hurt me, you are still too weak after all."
However, An Zheng soon became excited.
Originally, the scalp on the back of the head was turned over to cover the front half of the head, but this time it exploded and the scalp on the front was also ripped off. Of course it wouldn't be too ugly if it was just bald, but that means the scalp is missing and the skull is directly exposed.
His left hand holding the broken sword had lost all flesh, and the long sword was holding the sword with his finger bones, making a clicking sound. The strength of his bones is astonishing. He looked down at his left hand and smiled: "You must have found out that what I am best at is the left-hand sword. Many people in the world know it, including my enemies. But you are all wrong... What I am good at is my left hand. , not a left-handed sword, do you know why? Because... my left hand is my sword."
Zuo Jiantang's body flew backwards involuntarily, and the sword spirit looked a little uncertain. Even when the Immortal Palace of the Western Regions fought against Monk Dashu, the great disciple of the Buddha Sect, Zuo Jiantang was at a disadvantage everywhere, but it was never so miserable. Of course, it was impossible for Monk Dashu to kill him at that time, after all, Da Xi and the Buddha Kingdom had not yet broken up with each other.
An Zheng didn't answer because his cultivation power was exhausted again.
If An Zheng didn't have twists and turns, it would never be possible.
The injuries on his face looked horrific, and although the injuries on the left side of his body didn't look that serious, they were actually more fatal. The position of the heart could not be protected. That was because his left hand was long-handed. His subconscious reaction was to resist with the left side, but the damage was too serious. The beating heart could almost be seen through the blood hole.
Because he saw Zuo Jiantang's severely damaged, invisible and terrifying face, and smiled strangely.
At this time, the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder exploded in front of him. Under this power, his body-protecting Qi could not be raised. Although the sword soul blocked seventy-eight percent of the power of the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder, however, The two or three points that missed it were heavy enough.
If someone saw Zuo Jiantang like this, they would never recognize him.
An Zheng gritted his teeth and said nothing, because he couldn't even speak at this time.
An Zheng recovered a little after taking a pill, and gritted his teeth and replied: "Because people like you are not dead yet."
His left hand holding the broken sword had lost all flesh, and the long sword was holding the sword with his finger bones, making a clicking sound. The strength of his bones is astonishing. He looked down at his left hand and smiled: "You must have found out that what I am best at is the left-hand sword. Many people in the world know it, including my enemies. But you are all wrong... What I am good at is my left hand. , not a left-handed sword, do you know why? Because... my left hand is my sword."
An Zheng felt relieved for less than a second, because this sword actually pierced the opponent's heart.
Then the Broken Army Sword began to turn red. It was the two people's cultivation power fighting for the Broken Army Sword. The black energy went from Zuo Jiantang to An Zheng, and the purple light went from An Zheng to Zuo Jian. The attack from the other side of the hall, and the two forces clashed on the Broken Army Sword. If the Broken Army Sword was not a purple-grade artifact, it would have been destroyed long ago.
An Zheng frowned and continued to stab forward without any hesitation.
A sword light shot out from the finger bone and directly pierced An Zheng's body. An Zheng's movements were already extremely fast, but he only managed to avoid it once again. The sword light pierced his chest, this time closer to his heart.
Boom!
An Zheng calculated the time and found that he only had ten minutes.
Zuo Jiantang walked forward and An Zheng stepped back. The distance between the two was half a broken military sword. Zuo Jiantang's hand pushed forward farther and farther, and An Zheng's cultivation power was consumed rapidly, and even the Divine Thunder Tianzheng, which he planned to use at the critical moment, could no longer be used.
when!
So he couldn't waste even a second, because that second might cause all his previous efforts to be wasted. The moment the last spiritual mine exploded, An Zheng had already rushed in front of Zuo Jiantang. With a shake of his hand, he shot out a handful of caltrops and went straight to Zuo Jiantang's chest and face.
The injuries on his face looked horrific, and although the injuries on the left side of his body didn't look that serious, they were actually more fatal. The position of the heart could not be protected. That was because his left hand was long-handed. His subconscious reaction was to resist with the left side, but the damage was too serious. The beating heart could almost be seen through the blood hole.
It was at this time that An Zheng noticed that Zuo Jiantang's heart was not actually a heart, in other words, it was not an ordinary heart. His heart is made of steel, with runes flashing on it. In other words, he has replaced the role of the heart with an instrument and magic circle.
But An Zheng has a woman who loves him deeply, a woman who is always thinking about what kind of danger An Zheng may encounter. Therefore, An Zheng carried many, many elixirs on his body, each of which was specially refined by Qu Liuxi based on An Zheng's physique. These elixirs may only be of value to others, but to An Zheng they are life-saving.
The long sword shimmering with purple light lay horizontally in front of Zuo Jiantang, then quickly spun to block the arrows.
"I'm waiting for you to come out!"
However, the sword soul is not physical, it is illusory sword energy.
An Zheng swallowed the third pill, and then suddenly raised his other hand to grab the sword light.
The long sword shimmering with purple light lay horizontally in front of Zuo Jiantang, then quickly spun to block the arrows.
But no one can let go at this time. Letting go means death.
After a pop, An Zheng's Broken Army Sword also pierced Zuo Jiantang's heart.
An Zheng gritted his teeth and said nothing, because he couldn't even speak at this time.
"How many more times can you avoid it?"
Zuo Jiantang, who looked so embarrassed and miserable, actually still had the strength to fight back.
At this time, both of their cultivation powers were all in the Broken Army Sword, and An Zheng looked much better than Zuo Jiantang. At least, he didn't have many injuries on his body.
Zuo Jiantang held the phalanges in his right hand and stabbed forward again. The sword light pierced An Zheng's body again, but An Zheng still avoided it.
Boom!
The injuries on his face looked horrific, and although the injuries on the left side of his body didn't look that serious, they were actually more fatal. The position of the heart could not be protected. That was because his left hand was long-handed. His subconscious reaction was to resist with the left side, but the damage was too serious. The beating heart could almost be seen through the blood hole.
Zuo Jiantang looked so miserable. The entire back of his body had been completely mutilated. There was almost no flesh and blood left. The few remaining strands of flesh were hanging on the bones. The scene looked particularly terrifying.
A long sword shimmering with purple light appeared in front of him. It was not a magic weapon, but his sword soul. A person who specializes in swordsmanship, can become a third-level expert in the Small Heaven Realm, and holds the high position of General of the Temple. There is no doubt about his power.
There is medicinal energy from the elixir all around, and the function of this elixir is to speed up the circulation of blood. While Zuo Jiantang pierced An Zheng's body continuously, An Zheng controlled his third eye to pick up the scattered pills and stuffed them into the wound on Zuo Jiantang's back.
He waved his hand casually, and the iron caltrops were swung away and landed in the distance. And An Zheng's Broken Army Sword passed through the Tribulus Jade and went straight to Zuo Jiantang's heart.
"You asked me just now, can pills kill people?"
Zuo Jiantang deliberately did not dodge because he was not afraid.
He waved his hand casually, and the iron caltrops were swung away and landed in the distance. And An Zheng's Broken Army Sword passed through the Tribulus Jade and went straight to Zuo Jiantang's heart.
Zuo Jiantang suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped it. The sword soul that had almost collapsed before instantly solidified and stabbed straight from An Zheng's back. If An Zheng didn't defend himself, even if his broken sword could pierce Zuo Jiantang's heart, Zuo Jiantang's sword spirit could also pierce the back of his heart.
Zuo Jiantang's body flew backwards involuntarily, and the sword spirit looked a little uncertain. Even when the Immortal Palace of the Western Regions fought against Monk Dashu, the great disciple of the Buddha Sect, Zuo Jiantang was at a disadvantage everywhere, but it was never so miserable. Of course, it was impossible for Monk Dashu to kill him at that time, after all, Da Xi and the Buddha Kingdom had not yet broken up with each other.
The Broken Army Sword pierced Zuo Jiantang's heart, and also pierced Zuo Jiantang's heart, but... nothing happened to Zuo Jiantang. He raised his incomplete left hand and grasped the Broken Army Sword. His eyes, which were almost covered with blood, looked straight at An Zheng.
At this time, the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder exploded in front of him. Under this power, his body-protecting Qi could not be raised. Although the sword soul blocked seventy-eight percent of the power of the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder, however, The two or three points that missed it were heavy enough.
A long sword shimmering with purple light appeared in front of him. It was not a magic weapon, but his sword soul. A person who specializes in swordsmanship, can become a third-level expert in the Small Heaven Realm, and holds the high position of General of the Temple. There is no doubt about his power.
A sword light shot out from the finger bone and directly pierced An Zheng's body. An Zheng's movements were already extremely fast, but he only managed to avoid it once again. The sword light pierced his chest, this time closer to his heart.
An Zheng frowned and continued to stab forward without any hesitation.
An Zheng suddenly smiled: "Yes, but you don't know how to use it."
when!
An Zheng suddenly smiled: "Yes, but you don't know how to use it."
At this time, the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder exploded in front of him. Under this power, his body-protecting Qi could not be raised. Although the sword soul blocked seventy-eight percent of the power of the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder, however, The two or three points that missed it were heavy enough.
The injuries on his face looked horrific, and although the injuries on the left side of his body didn't look that serious, they were actually more fatal. The position of the heart could not be protected. That was because his left hand was long-handed. His subconscious reaction was to resist with the left side, but the damage was too serious. The beating heart could almost be seen through the blood hole.
Zuo Jiantang smiled evilly: "I just didn't expect that what I learned from Fang Zheng would be used against Fang Zheng. How powerful you were at that time, I almost didn't even have a chance to take action in front of you. No. Looking at you now, even if you relied on some calculations to hurt me, you are still too weak after all."
Zuo Jiantang smiled ferociously: "The Sword Spirit asked me at the beginning why I had to kill you. I said, because you and people like us are natural enemies. Even if we haven't reached the moment of death, we are still natural enemies, so we can kill you in advance. Natural enemies, why not?”
Zuo Jiantang's expression suddenly changed, and he finally reacted, but it was already too late. The caltrops that An Zheng had hit out before were filled with elixirs, but Zuo Jiantang swept them away with a palm, and the caltrops flew everywhere. Of course Zuo Jiantang won't care about these, but these are fatal.
when!
"The sword in the left hand, the sword in the left hand."
Zuo Jiantang's body flew backwards involuntarily, and the sword spirit looked a little uncertain. Even when the Immortal Palace of the Western Regions fought against Monk Dashu, the great disciple of the Buddha Sect, Zuo Jiantang was at a disadvantage everywhere, but it was never so miserable. Of course, it was impossible for Monk Dashu to kill him at that time, after all, Da Xi and the Buddha Kingdom had not yet broken up with each other.
Zuo Jiantang's sword soul stabbed An Zheng's back, but dozens of holy fish scales appeared and blocked An Zheng's body. There is no magic weapon in this world that can pierce the scales of the holy fish, not even the current broken sword. Any physical attack will be greatly reduced in front of the Holy Fish Scale.
There is medicinal energy from the elixir all around, and the function of this elixir is to speed up the circulation of blood. While Zuo Jiantang pierced An Zheng's body continuously, An Zheng controlled his third eye to pick up the scattered pills and stuffed them into the wound on Zuo Jiantang's back.
Today, Zuo Jiantang was in an extreme state of embarrassment. After the seventh Nine-Gang Heavenly Thunder exploded, he was completely covered with blood. What makes him most angry is that his opponent has just shown up now.
Zuo Jiantang's eyelidless eyes looked at An Zheng with an extremely terrifying look.
The temperature on the Broken Army Sword is getting higher and higher, and the red color seems to be transparent. A stream of green smoke came out of An Zheng's right hand holding the sword, and then there was the smell of burnt meat.
Zuo Jiantang suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped it. The sword soul that had almost collapsed before instantly solidified and stabbed straight from An Zheng's back. If An Zheng didn't defend himself, even if his broken sword could pierce Zuo Jiantang's heart, Zuo Jiantang's sword spirit could also pierce the back of his heart.
However, the sword soul is not physical, it is illusory sword energy.
"I'm waiting for you to come out!"
An Zheng calculated the time and found that he only had ten minutes.
So he couldn't waste even a second, because that second might cause all his previous efforts to be wasted. The moment the last spiritual mine exploded, An Zheng had already rushed in front of Zuo Jiantang. With a shake of his hand, he shot out a handful of caltrops and went straight to Zuo Jiantang's chest and face.
An Zheng recovered a little after taking a pill, and gritted his teeth and replied: "Because people like you are not dead yet."
However, An Zheng soon became excited.
"You can't think of it, right? This heart is meaningless."
It can only be said that there is no chance of winning against a strong person in the Little Heaven Realm who has deep cultivation power. But An Zheng was already trapped and had no way to extricate himself. The only chance is to win in terms of consumption of cultivation power... His cultivation power must be greater than that of Zuo Jiantang. However, this is a paradox and will never be realized.
Therefore, no matter how powerful the scales of the holy fish are, they cannot completely block the sword energy.
"Why is it so difficult for a person like you to die?"
With a pop, an illusory sword shadow pierced An Zheng's back and came out from his chest. If An Zheng hadn't forcibly moved his body between the lightning and flint, this sword would have pierced An Zheng's heart.
At this time, the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder exploded in front of him. Under this power, his body-protecting Qi could not be raised. Although the sword soul blocked seventy-eight percent of the power of the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder, however, The two or three points that missed it were heavy enough.
"Do you feel it?"
An Zheng felt relieved for less than a second, because this sword actually pierced the opponent's heart.
With a pop, an illusory sword shadow pierced An Zheng's back and came out from his chest. If An Zheng hadn't forcibly moved his body between the lightning and flint, this sword would have pierced An Zheng's heart.
So he couldn't waste even a second, because that second might cause all his previous efforts to be wasted. The moment the last spiritual mine exploded, An Zheng had already rushed in front of Zuo Jiantang. With a shake of his hand, he shot out a handful of caltrops and went straight to Zuo Jiantang's chest and face.
However, An Zheng soon became excited.
A sword light shot out from the finger bone and directly pierced An Zheng's body. An Zheng's movements were already extremely fast, but he only managed to avoid it once again. The sword light pierced his chest, this time closer to his heart.
Zuo Jiantang suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped it. The sword soul that had almost collapsed before instantly solidified and stabbed straight from An Zheng's back. If An Zheng didn't defend himself, even if his broken sword could pierce Zuo Jiantang's heart, Zuo Jiantang's sword spirit could also pierce the back of his heart.
"You can't think of it, right? This heart is meaningless."
After a pop, An Zheng's Broken Army Sword also pierced Zuo Jiantang's heart.
If An Zheng didn't have twists and turns, it would never be possible.
An Zheng's blood bead bracelet turned, and a peak-grade elixir flew out and floated into An Zheng's mouth. An Zheng's pale face regained some color, and then he began to fight back... His hand moved forward, while Zuo Jiantang began to retreat.
An Zheng swallowed the third pill, and then suddenly raised his other hand to grab the sword light.
With a pop, an illusory sword shadow pierced An Zheng's back and came out from his chest. If An Zheng hadn't forcibly moved his body between the lightning and flint, this sword would have pierced An Zheng's heart.
An Zheng felt relieved for less than a second, because this sword actually pierced the opponent's heart.
Zuo Jiantang made a choice almost as soon as the feather arrow arrived. Instead of sending the elixir in his hand, he pushed forward with both hands and tried his best to block the blow.
when!
"You can't think of it, right? This heart is meaningless."
Because he saw Zuo Jiantang's severely damaged, invisible and terrifying face, and smiled strangely.
An Zheng frowned and continued to stab forward without any hesitation.
An Zheng's blood bead bracelet turned, and a peak-grade elixir flew out and floated into An Zheng's mouth. An Zheng's pale face regained some color, and then he began to fight back... His hand moved forward, while Zuo Jiantang began to retreat.
However, An Zheng soon became excited.
If someone saw Zuo Jiantang like this, they would never recognize him.
So he couldn't waste even a second, because that second might cause all his previous efforts to be wasted. The moment the last spiritual mine exploded, An Zheng had already rushed in front of Zuo Jiantang. With a shake of his hand, he shot out a handful of caltrops and went straight to Zuo Jiantang's chest and face.
He slowly pushed forward, and An Zheng's arm was pushed back.
Because he saw Zuo Jiantang's severely damaged, invisible and terrifying face, and smiled strangely.
"Yes, there is him, and you still want to kill him?"
Then the Broken Army Sword began to turn red. It was the two people's cultivation power fighting for the Broken Army Sword. The black energy went from Zuo Jiantang to An Zheng, and the purple light went from An Zheng to Zuo Jian. The attack from the other side of the hall, and the two forces clashed on the Broken Army Sword. If the Broken Army Sword was not a purple-grade artifact, it would have been destroyed long ago.
The temperature on the Broken Army Sword is getting higher and higher, and the red color seems to be transparent. A stream of green smoke came out of An Zheng's right hand holding the sword, and then there was the smell of burnt meat.
So he couldn't waste even a second, because that second might cause all his previous efforts to be wasted. The moment the last spiritual mine exploded, An Zheng had already rushed in front of Zuo Jiantang. With a shake of his hand, he shot out a handful of caltrops and went straight to Zuo Jiantang's chest and face.
Zuo Jiantang's sword soul stabbed An Zheng's back, but dozens of holy fish scales appeared and blocked An Zheng's body. There is no magic weapon in this world that can pierce the scales of the holy fish, not even the current broken sword. Any physical attack will be greatly reduced in front of the Holy Fish Scale.
Zuo Jiantang smiled evilly: "I just didn't expect that what I learned from Fang Zheng would be used against Fang Zheng. How powerful you were at that time, I almost didn't even have a chance to take action in front of you. No. Looking at you now, even if you relied on some calculations to hurt me, you are still too weak after all."
Zuo Jiantang deliberately did not dodge because he was not afraid.
Zuo Jiantang's expression suddenly changed, and he finally reacted, but it was already too late. The caltrops that An Zheng had hit out before were filled with elixirs, but Zuo Jiantang swept them away with a palm, and the caltrops flew everywhere. Of course Zuo Jiantang won't care about these, but these are fatal.
If An Zheng didn't have twists and turns, it would never be possible.
The Broken Army Sword pierced Zuo Jiantang's heart, and also pierced Zuo Jiantang's heart, but... nothing happened to Zuo Jiantang. He raised his incomplete left hand and grasped the Broken Army Sword. His eyes, which were almost covered with blood, looked straight at An Zheng.
when!
"You can't think of it, right? This heart is meaningless."
An Zheng suddenly smiled: "Yes, but you don't know how to use it."
Boom!
Originally, the scalp on the back of the head was turned over to cover the front half of the head, but this time it exploded and the scalp on the front was also ripped off. Of course it wouldn't be too ugly if it was just bald, but that means the scalp is missing and the skull is directly exposed.
Therefore, no matter how powerful the scales of the holy fish are, they cannot completely block the sword energy.
An Zheng gritted his teeth and said nothing, because he couldn't even speak at this time.
"You can't think of it, right? This heart is meaningless."
Zuo Jiantang suddenly laughed: "Your cultivation power has been exhausted again. Do you still have any elixirs?"
Originally, the scalp on the back of the head was turned over to cover the front half of the head, but this time it exploded and the scalp on the front was also ripped off. Of course it wouldn't be too ugly if it was just bald, but that means the scalp is missing and the skull is directly exposed.
Originally, the scalp on the back of the head was turned over to cover the front half of the head, but this time it exploded and the scalp on the front was also ripped off. Of course it wouldn't be too ugly if it was just bald, but that means the scalp is missing and the skull is directly exposed.
His left hand holding the broken sword had lost all flesh, and the long sword was holding the sword with his finger bones, making a clicking sound. The strength of his bones is astonishing. He looked down at his left hand and smiled: "You must have found out that what I am best at is the left-hand sword. Many people in the world know it, including my enemies. But you are all wrong... What I am good at is my left hand. , not a left-handed sword, do you know why? Because... my left hand is my sword."
He clutched the broken sword, and An Zheng tried several times but failed to pull it out.
"Do you feel it?"
An Zheng gritted his teeth and said, "So there is still him."
But no one can let go at this time. Letting go means death.
It can only be said that there is no chance of winning against a strong person in the Little Heaven Realm who has deep cultivation power. But An Zheng was already trapped and had no way to extricate himself. The only chance is to win in terms of consumption of cultivation power... His cultivation power must be greater than that of Zuo Jiantang. However, this is a paradox and will never be realized.
A sword light shot out from the finger bone and directly pierced An Zheng's body. An Zheng's movements were already extremely fast, but he only managed to avoid it once again. The sword light pierced his chest, this time closer to his heart.
At this time, the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder exploded in front of him. Under this power, his body-protecting Qi could not be raised. Although the sword soul blocked seventy-eight percent of the power of the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder, however, The two or three points that missed it were heavy enough.
His left hand holding the broken sword had lost all flesh, and the long sword was holding the sword with his finger bones, making a clicking sound. The strength of his bones is astonishing. He looked down at his left hand and smiled: "You must have found out that what I am best at is the left-hand sword. Many people in the world know it, including my enemies. But you are all wrong... What I am good at is my left hand. , not a left-handed sword, do you know why? Because... my left hand is my sword."
Then the Broken Army Sword began to turn red. It was the two people's cultivation power fighting for the Broken Army Sword. The black energy went from Zuo Jiantang to An Zheng, and the purple light went from An Zheng to Zuo Jian. The attack from the other side of the hall, and the two forces clashed on the Broken Army Sword. If the Broken Army Sword was not a purple-grade artifact, it would have been destroyed long ago.
Zuo Jiantang's sword soul stabbed An Zheng's back, but dozens of holy fish scales appeared and blocked An Zheng's body. There is no magic weapon in this world that can pierce the scales of the holy fish, not even the current broken sword. Any physical attack will be greatly reduced in front of the Holy Fish Scale.
An Zheng recovered a little after taking a pill, and gritted his teeth and replied: "Because people like you are not dead yet."
An Zheng swallowed the third pill, and then suddenly raised his other hand to grab the sword light.
So he couldn't waste even a second, because that second might cause all his previous efforts to be wasted. The moment the last spiritual mine exploded, An Zheng had already rushed in front of Zuo Jiantang. With a shake of his hand, he shot out a handful of caltrops and went straight to Zuo Jiantang's chest and face.
He waved his hand casually, and the iron caltrops were swung away and landed in the distance. And An Zheng's Broken Army Sword passed through the Tribulus Jade and went straight to Zuo Jiantang's heart.
However, it was really the first time in his life that such a person was forced to do this by An Zheng.
A sword light shot out from the finger bone and directly pierced An Zheng's body. An Zheng's movements were already extremely fast, but he only managed to avoid it once again. The sword light pierced his chest, this time closer to his heart.
"Why is it so difficult for a person like you to die?"
The temperature on the Broken Army Sword is getting higher and higher, and the red color seems to be transparent. A stream of green smoke came out of An Zheng's right hand holding the sword, and then there was the smell of burnt meat.
Zuo Jiantang deliberately did not dodge because he was not afraid.
The injuries on his face looked horrific, and although the injuries on the left side of his body didn't look that serious, they were actually more fatal. The position of the heart could not be protected. That was because his left hand was long-handed. His subconscious reaction was to resist with the left side, but the damage was too serious. The beating heart could almost be seen through the blood hole.
Zuo Jiantang's eyelidless eyes looked at An Zheng with an extremely terrifying look.
So he couldn't waste even a second, because that second might cause all his previous efforts to be wasted. The moment the last spiritual mine exploded, An Zheng had already rushed in front of Zuo Jiantang. With a shake of his hand, he shot out a handful of caltrops and went straight to Zuo Jiantang's chest and face.
Zuo Jiantang's expression suddenly changed, and he finally reacted, but it was already too late. The caltrops that An Zheng had hit out before were filled with elixirs, but Zuo Jiantang swept them away with a palm, and the caltrops flew everywhere. Of course Zuo Jiantang won't care about these, but these are fatal.
Zuo Jiantang suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped it. The sword soul that had almost collapsed before instantly solidified and stabbed straight from An Zheng's back. If An Zheng didn't defend himself, even if his broken sword could pierce Zuo Jiantang's heart, Zuo Jiantang's sword spirit could also pierce the back of his heart.
An Zheng didn't answer because his cultivation power was exhausted again.
At this time, both of their cultivation powers were all in the Broken Army Sword, and An Zheng looked much better than Zuo Jiantang. At least, he didn't have many injuries on his body.
But no one can let go at this time. Letting go means death.
"The sword in the left hand, the sword in the left hand."
Zuo Jiantang looked so miserable. The entire back of his body had been completely mutilated. There was almost no flesh and blood left. The few remaining strands of flesh were hanging on the bones. The scene looked particularly terrifying.
"Since the last time I was on Cangman Mountain, I saw that a peerless strong man like Fang Zheng would die, and I started thinking... What is a person's biggest flaw? For ordinary people, it may be the head, but for practitioners In other words, it’s the heart. If my heart is broken, I won’t die, and my enemies will be twice as likely to die.”
"Since the last time I was on Cangman Mountain, I saw that a peerless strong man like Fang Zheng would die, and I started thinking... What is a person's biggest flaw? For ordinary people, it may be the head, but for practitioners In other words, it’s the heart. If my heart is broken, I won’t die, and my enemies will be twice as likely to die.”
The long sword shimmering with purple light lay horizontally in front of Zuo Jiantang, then quickly spun to block the arrows.
If An Zheng didn't have twists and turns, it would never be possible.
An Zheng suddenly smiled: "Yes, but you don't know how to use it."
Zuo Jiantang smiled evilly: "I just didn't expect that what I learned from Fang Zheng would be used against Fang Zheng. How powerful you were at that time, I almost didn't even have a chance to take action in front of you. No. Looking at you now, even if you relied on some calculations to hurt me, you are still too weak after all."
Zuo Jiantang's body flew backwards involuntarily, and the sword spirit looked a little uncertain. Even when the Immortal Palace of the Western Regions fought against Monk Dashu, the great disciple of the Buddha Sect, Zuo Jiantang was at a disadvantage everywhere, but it was never so miserable. Of course, it was impossible for Monk Dashu to kill him at that time, after all, Da Xi and the Buddha Kingdom had not yet broken up with each other.
An Zheng swallowed the third pill, and then suddenly raised his other hand to grab the sword light.
Zuo Jiantang deliberately did not dodge because he was not afraid.
Half of his face was blown away, leaving only a bloody facial bone on the left side of his face. There was no flesh on one side of the jaw and the bones were falling apart. Further up, the cheekbones are gone, the eye sockets are still there, but the eyebrows and eyelids are gone, so the eyeball looks particularly ugly.
The injuries on his face looked horrific, and although the injuries on the left side of his body didn't look that serious, they were actually more fatal. The position of the heart could not be protected. That was because his left hand was long-handed. His subconscious reaction was to resist with the left side, but the damage was too serious. The beating heart could almost be seen through the blood hole.
A sword light shot out from the finger bone and directly pierced An Zheng's body. An Zheng's movements were already extremely fast, but he only managed to avoid it once again. The sword light pierced his chest, this time closer to his heart.
It was at this time that An Zheng noticed that Zuo Jiantang's heart was not actually a heart, in other words, it was not an ordinary heart. His heart is made of steel, with runes flashing on it. In other words, he has replaced the role of the heart with an instrument and magic circle.
Boom!
He slowly pushed forward, and An Zheng's arm was pushed back.
An Zheng calculated the time and found that he only had ten minutes.
However, it was really the first time in his life that such a person was forced to do this by An Zheng.
He waved his hand casually, and the iron caltrops were swung away and landed in the distance. And An Zheng's Broken Army Sword passed through the Tribulus Jade and went straight to Zuo Jiantang's heart.
However, the sword soul is not physical, it is illusory sword energy.
His left hand holding the broken sword had lost all flesh, and the long sword was holding the sword with his finger bones, making a clicking sound. The strength of his bones is astonishing. He looked down at his left hand and smiled: "You must have found out that what I am best at is the left-hand sword. Many people in the world know it, including my enemies. But you are all wrong... What I am good at is my left hand. , not a left-handed sword, do you know why? Because... my left hand is my sword."
The huge gap in strength between the two people was still reflected at this time. The difference between the Small Heaven Realm and the Great Man Realm is not only in terms of numbers, but also in terms of quality. If we use a simple metaphor to describe the power of cultivation between the two people, it would be... Zuo Jiantang's power of cultivation is purple grade, while An Zheng's power of cultivation is only gold grade.
So he couldn't waste even a second, because that second might cause all his previous efforts to be wasted. The moment the last spiritual mine exploded, An Zheng had already rushed in front of Zuo Jiantang. With a shake of his hand, he shot out a handful of caltrops and went straight to Zuo Jiantang's chest and face.
when!
An Zheng gritted his teeth and said nothing, because he couldn't even speak at this time.
An Zheng felt relieved for less than a second, because this sword actually pierced the opponent's heart.
"How many more times can you avoid it?"
"The sword in the left hand, the sword in the left hand."
But no one can let go at this time. Letting go means death.
He raised his right hand, suddenly broke a phalanx of his left hand, and then stabbed forward.
The Broken Army Sword pierced Zuo Jiantang's heart, and also pierced Zuo Jiantang's heart, but... nothing happened to Zuo Jiantang. He raised his incomplete left hand and grasped the Broken Army Sword. His eyes, which were almost covered with blood, looked straight at An Zheng.
puff!
"Do you feel it?"
Half of his face was blown away, leaving only a bloody facial bone on the left side of his face. There was no flesh on one side of the jaw and the bones were falling apart. Further up, the cheekbones are gone, the eye sockets are still there, but the eyebrows and eyelids are gone, so the eyeball looks particularly ugly.
A long sword shimmering with purple light appeared in front of him. It was not a magic weapon, but his sword soul. A person who specializes in swordsmanship, can become a third-level expert in the Small Heaven Realm, and holds the high position of General of the Temple. There is no doubt about his power.
Therefore, no matter how powerful the scales of the holy fish are, they cannot completely block the sword energy.
Zuo Jiantang's sword soul stabbed An Zheng's back, but dozens of holy fish scales appeared and blocked An Zheng's body. There is no magic weapon in this world that can pierce the scales of the holy fish, not even the current broken sword. Any physical attack will be greatly reduced in front of the Holy Fish Scale.
An Zheng swallowed the third pill, and then suddenly raised his other hand to grab the sword light.
An Zheng suddenly smiled: "Yes, but you don't know how to use it."
Zuo Jiantang walked forward and An Zheng stepped back. The distance between the two was half a broken military sword. Zuo Jiantang's hand pushed forward farther and farther, and An Zheng's cultivation power was consumed rapidly, and even the Divine Thunder Tianzheng, which he planned to use at the critical moment, could no longer be used.
An Zheng frowned and continued to stab forward without any hesitation.
An Zheng gritted his teeth and said nothing, because he couldn't even speak at this time.
But An Zheng has a woman who loves him deeply, a woman who is always thinking about what kind of danger An Zheng may encounter. Therefore, An Zheng carried many, many elixirs on his body, each of which was specially refined by Qu Liuxi based on An Zheng's physique. These elixirs may only be of value to others, but to An Zheng they are life-saving.
With a pop, an illusory sword shadow pierced An Zheng's back and came out from his chest. If An Zheng hadn't forcibly moved his body between the lightning and flint, this sword would have pierced An Zheng's heart.
It can only be said that there is no chance of winning against a strong person in the Little Heaven Realm who has deep cultivation power. But An Zheng was already trapped and had no way to extricate himself. The only chance is to win in terms of consumption of cultivation power... His cultivation power must be greater than that of Zuo Jiantang. However, this is a paradox and will never be realized.
An Zheng kept taking pills, and his cultivation power was depleted at an alarming rate. This was precisely because of the effect of the pills.
"How many more times can you avoid it?"
If An Zheng didn't have twists and turns, it would never be possible.
"Why is it so difficult for a person like you to die?"
An Zheng felt relieved for less than a second, because this sword actually pierced the opponent's heart.
Zuo Jiantang smiled evilly: "I just didn't expect that what I learned from Fang Zheng would be used against Fang Zheng. How powerful you were at that time, I almost didn't even have a chance to take action in front of you. No. Looking at you now, even if you relied on some calculations to hurt me, you are still too weak after all."
But no one can let go at this time. Letting go means death.
Boom!
Zuo Jiantang held the phalanges in his right hand and stabbed forward again. The sword light pierced An Zheng's body again, but An Zheng still avoided it.
But An Zheng has a woman who loves him deeply, a woman who is always thinking about what kind of danger An Zheng may encounter. Therefore, An Zheng carried many, many elixirs on his body, each of which was specially refined by Qu Liuxi based on An Zheng's physique. These elixirs may only be of value to others, but to An Zheng they are life-saving.
An Zheng felt relieved for less than a second, because this sword actually pierced the opponent's heart.
Zuo Jiantang's eyelidless eyes looked at An Zheng with an extremely terrifying look.
The long sword shimmering with purple light lay horizontally in front of Zuo Jiantang, then quickly spun to block the arrows.
Zuo Jiantang smiled evilly: "I just didn't expect that what I learned from Fang Zheng would be used against Fang Zheng. How powerful you were at that time, I almost didn't even have a chance to take action in front of you. No. Looking at you now, even if you relied on some calculations to hurt me, you are still too weak after all."
The sword light is the materialization of the sword energy. He grabbed the sword light, but An Zheng's hand was bleeding.
when!
An Zheng's blood bead bracelet turned, and a peak-grade elixir flew out and floated into An Zheng's mouth. An Zheng's pale face regained some color, and then he began to fight back... His hand moved forward, while Zuo Jiantang began to retreat.
Zuo Jiantang made a choice almost as soon as the feather arrow arrived. Instead of sending the elixir in his hand, he pushed forward with both hands and tried his best to block the blow.
Zuo Jiantang held the phalanges in his right hand and stabbed forward again. The sword light pierced An Zheng's body again, but An Zheng still avoided it.
At this time, both of their cultivation powers were all in the Broken Army Sword, and An Zheng looked much better than Zuo Jiantang. At least, he didn't have many injuries on his body.
It was at this time that An Zheng noticed that Zuo Jiantang's heart was not actually a heart, in other words, it was not an ordinary heart. His heart is made of steel, with runes flashing on it. In other words, he has replaced the role of the heart with an instrument and magic circle.
Zuo Jiantang smiled evilly: "I just didn't expect that what I learned from Fang Zheng would be used against Fang Zheng. How powerful you were at that time, I almost didn't even have a chance to take action in front of you. No. Looking at you now, even if you relied on some calculations to hurt me, you are still too weak after all."
Half of his face was blown away, leaving only a bloody facial bone on the left side of his face. There was no flesh on one side of the jaw and the bones were falling apart. Further up, the cheekbones are gone, the eye sockets are still there, but the eyebrows and eyelids are gone, so the eyeball looks particularly ugly.
"You asked me just now, can pills kill people?"
Today, Zuo Jiantang was in an extreme state of embarrassment. After the seventh Nine-Gang Heavenly Thunder exploded, he was completely covered with blood. What makes him most angry is that his opponent has just shown up now.
So he couldn't waste even a second, because that second might cause all his previous efforts to be wasted. The moment the last spiritual mine exploded, An Zheng had already rushed in front of Zuo Jiantang. With a shake of his hand, he shot out a handful of caltrops and went straight to Zuo Jiantang's chest and face.
"How many more times can you avoid it?"
"Why is it so difficult for a person like you to die?"
A sword light shot out from the finger bone and directly pierced An Zheng's body. An Zheng's movements were already extremely fast, but he only managed to avoid it once again. The sword light pierced his chest, this time closer to his heart.
At this time, the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder exploded in front of him. Under this power, his body-protecting Qi could not be raised. Although the sword soul blocked seventy-eight percent of the power of the Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder, however, The two or three points that missed it were heavy enough.
If An Zheng didn't have twists and turns, it would never be possible.
At this time, he no longer had so much time to hesitate in his mind.
Zuo Jiantang snorted coldly: "I know you must have made a lot of preparations to kill me, but when it comes to fighting for the power of cultivation, you have already lost. Even if you have the elixir to maintain the power of cultivation, but you have Backup? In three minutes at most, the experts from my Zuo family will arrive. Your elixir can support you for three minutes. Can I kill someone for you? "
Zuo Jiantang's eyelidless eyes looked at An Zheng with an extremely terrifying look.
At this time, both of their cultivation powers were all in the Broken Army Sword, and An Zheng looked much better than Zuo Jiantang. At least, he didn't have many injuries on his body.
Zuo Jiantang suddenly laughed: "Your cultivation power has been exhausted again. Do you still have any elixirs?"
Zuo Jiantang had no other choice. If he took the pill, he would not be able to stop the arrows shot by An Zheng. That was Jiugang Tianlei, a forbidden technique that Zuo Jiantang was extremely familiar with. In fact, he already knew it when the first Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder exploded, but he just couldn't believe it.
An Zheng recovered a little after taking a pill, and gritted his teeth and replied: "Because people like you are not dead yet."
Zuo Jiantang's sword soul stabbed An Zheng's back, but dozens of holy fish scales appeared and blocked An Zheng's body. There is no magic weapon in this world that can pierce the scales of the holy fish, not even the current broken sword. Any physical attack will be greatly reduced in front of the Holy Fish Scale.
An Zheng's blood bead bracelet turned, and a peak-grade elixir flew out and floated into An Zheng's mouth. An Zheng's pale face regained some color, and then he began to fight back... His hand moved forward, while Zuo Jiantang began to retreat.
It was at this time that An Zheng noticed that Zuo Jiantang's heart was not actually a heart, in other words, it was not an ordinary heart. His heart is made of steel, with runes flashing on it. In other words, he has replaced the role of the heart with an instrument and magic circle.
Zuo Jiantang's eyelidless eyes looked at An Zheng with an extremely terrifying look.
However, the sword soul is not physical, it is illusory sword energy.
An Zheng guessed that Zuo Jiantang would react like this, so he teleported over when the sword was shot out. His current teleportation distance is far enough, and this distance was carefully calculated by him.
Zuo Jiantang's eyelidless eyes looked at An Zheng with an extremely terrifying look.
Zuo Jiantang snorted coldly: "I know you must have made a lot of preparations to kill me, but when it comes to fighting for the power of cultivation, you have already lost. Even if you have the elixir to maintain the power of cultivation, but you have Backup? In three minutes at most, the experts from my Zuo family will arrive. Your elixir can support you for three minutes. Can I kill someone for you? "
There is medicinal energy from the elixir all around, and the function of this elixir is to speed up the circulation of blood. While Zuo Jiantang pierced An Zheng's body continuously, An Zheng controlled his third eye to pick up the scattered pills and stuffed them into the wound on Zuo Jiantang's back.
Zuo Jiantang smiled ferociously: "The Sword Spirit asked me at the beginning why I had to kill you. I said, because you and people like us are natural enemies. Even if we haven't reached the moment of death, we are still natural enemies, so we can kill you in advance. Natural enemies, why not?”
A sword light shot out from the finger bone and directly pierced An Zheng's body. An Zheng's movements were already extremely fast, but he only managed to avoid it once again. The sword light pierced his chest, this time closer to his heart.
An Zheng didn't answer because his cultivation power was exhausted again.
"The sword in the left hand, the sword in the left hand."
An Zheng didn't answer because his cultivation power was exhausted again.
The huge gap in strength between the two people was still reflected at this time. The difference between the Small Heaven Realm and the Great Man Realm is not only in terms of numbers, but also in terms of quality. If we use a simple metaphor to describe the power of cultivation between the two people, it would be... Zuo Jiantang's power of cultivation is purple grade, while An Zheng's power of cultivation is only gold grade.
Zuo Jiantang snorted coldly: "I know you must have made a lot of preparations to kill me, but when it comes to fighting for the power of cultivation, you have already lost. Even if you have the elixir to maintain the power of cultivation, but you have Backup? In three minutes at most, the experts from my Zuo family will arrive. Your elixir can support you for three minutes. Can I kill someone for you? "
Zuo Jiantang looked so miserable. The entire back of his body had been completely mutilated. There was almost no flesh and blood left. The few remaining strands of flesh were hanging on the bones. The scene looked particularly terrifying.
Today, Zuo Jiantang was in an extreme state of embarrassment. After the seventh Nine-Gang Heavenly Thunder exploded, he was completely covered with blood. What makes him most angry is that his opponent has just shown up now.
The second pill flew out and went into An Zheng's mouth, replenishing An Zheng's rapidly depleted cultivation power. However, in such a life-and-death duel, the consumption of cultivation power is released like a flood that bursts out of a dam, too fast.
An Zheng suddenly smiled: "Yes, but you don't know how to use it."
Zuo Jiantang had no other choice. If he took the pill, he would not be able to stop the arrows shot by An Zheng. That was Jiugang Tianlei, a forbidden technique that Zuo Jiantang was extremely familiar with. In fact, he already knew it when the first Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder exploded, but he just couldn't believe it.
Zuo Jiantang's body flew backwards involuntarily, and the sword spirit looked a little uncertain. Even when the Immortal Palace of the Western Regions fought against Monk Dashu, the great disciple of the Buddha Sect, Zuo Jiantang was at a disadvantage everywhere, but it was never so miserable. Of course, it was impossible for Monk Dashu to kill him at that time, after all, Da Xi and the Buddha Kingdom had not yet broken up with each other.
"In the end you still died in my hands."
He waved his hand casually, and the iron caltrops were swung away and landed in the distance. And An Zheng's Broken Army Sword passed through the Tribulus Jade and went straight to Zuo Jiantang's heart.
An Zheng gritted his teeth and said nothing, because he couldn't even speak at this time.
An Zheng gritted his teeth and said nothing, because he couldn't even speak at this time.
Zuo Jiantang suddenly laughed: "Your cultivation power has been exhausted again. Do you still have any elixirs?"
Zuo Jiantang smiled ferociously: "The Sword Spirit asked me at the beginning why I had to kill you. I said, because you and people like us are natural enemies. Even if we haven't reached the moment of death, we are still natural enemies, so we can kill you in advance. Natural enemies, why not?”
The Broken Army Sword pierced Zuo Jiantang's heart, and also pierced Zuo Jiantang's heart, but... nothing happened to Zuo Jiantang. He raised his incomplete left hand and grasped the Broken Army Sword. His eyes, which were almost covered with blood, looked straight at An Zheng.
With a pop, an illusory sword shadow pierced An Zheng's back and came out from his chest. If An Zheng hadn't forcibly moved his body between the lightning and flint, this sword would have pierced An Zheng's heart.
He raised his right hand, suddenly broke a phalanx of his left hand, and then stabbed forward.
Zuo Jiantang held the phalanges in his right hand and stabbed forward again. The sword light pierced An Zheng's body again, but An Zheng still avoided it.
An Zheng felt relieved for less than a second, because this sword actually pierced the opponent's heart.
An Zheng felt relieved for less than a second, because this sword actually pierced the opponent's heart.
So he couldn't waste even a second, because that second might cause all his previous efforts to be wasted. The moment the last spiritual mine exploded, An Zheng had already rushed in front of Zuo Jiantang. With a shake of his hand, he shot out a handful of caltrops and went straight to Zuo Jiantang's chest and face.
An Zheng gritted his teeth and said, "So there is still him."
If someone saw Zuo Jiantang like this, they would never recognize him.
Zuo Jiantang held the phalanges in his right hand and stabbed forward again. The sword light pierced An Zheng's body again, but An Zheng still avoided it.
Zuo Jiantang walked forward and An Zheng stepped back. The distance between the two was half a broken military sword. Zuo Jiantang's hand pushed forward farther and farther, and An Zheng's cultivation power was consumed rapidly, and even the Divine Thunder Tianzheng, which he planned to use at the critical moment, could no longer be used.
"Yes, there is him, and you still want to kill him?"
An Zheng's blood bead bracelet turned, and a peak-grade elixir flew out and floated into An Zheng's mouth. An Zheng's pale face regained some color, and then he began to fight back... His hand moved forward, while Zuo Jiantang began to retreat.
Half of his face was blown away, leaving only a bloody facial bone on the left side of his face. There was no flesh on one side of the jaw and the bones were falling apart. Further up, the cheekbones are gone, the eye sockets are still there, but the eyebrows and eyelids are gone, so the eyeball looks particularly ugly.
An Zheng felt relieved for less than a second, because this sword actually pierced the opponent's heart.
Zuo Jiantang deliberately did not dodge because he was not afraid.
Zuo Jiantang suddenly laughed: "Your cultivation power has been exhausted again. Do you still have any elixirs?"
Zuo Jiantang deliberately did not dodge because he was not afraid.
An Zheng frowned and continued to stab forward without any hesitation.
Therefore, no matter how powerful the scales of the holy fish are, they cannot completely block the sword energy.
The long sword shimmering with purple light lay horizontally in front of Zuo Jiantang, then quickly spun to block the arrows.
An Zheng recovered a little after taking a pill, and gritted his teeth and replied: "Because people like you are not dead yet."
His left hand holding the broken sword had lost all flesh, and the long sword was holding the sword with his finger bones, making a clicking sound. The strength of his bones is astonishing. He looked down at his left hand and smiled: "You must have found out that what I am best at is the left-hand sword. Many people in the world know it, including my enemies. But you are all wrong... What I am good at is my left hand. , not a left-handed sword, do you know why? Because... my left hand is my sword."
Zuo Jiantang's body flew backwards involuntarily, and the sword spirit looked a little uncertain. Even when the Immortal Palace of the Western Regions fought against Monk Dashu, the great disciple of the Buddha Sect, Zuo Jiantang was at a disadvantage everywhere, but it was never so miserable. Of course, it was impossible for Monk Dashu to kill him at that time, after all, Da Xi and the Buddha Kingdom had not yet broken up with each other.
An Zheng kept taking pills, and his cultivation power was depleted at an alarming rate. This was precisely because of the effect of the pills.
It was at this time that An Zheng noticed that Zuo Jiantang's heart was not actually a heart, in other words, it was not an ordinary heart. His heart is made of steel, with runes flashing on it. In other words, he has replaced the role of the heart with an instrument and magic circle.
Once a high-ranking official of the Temple General level was killed by a disciple of the Buddha, the war would have already broken out. At that time, we just covered our heads and pretended that we didn't know anyone. Whoever won would occupy more territory.
He raised his right hand, suddenly broke a phalanx of his left hand, and then stabbed forward.
But An Zheng has a woman who loves him deeply, a woman who is always thinking about what kind of danger An Zheng may encounter. Therefore, An Zheng carried many, many elixirs on his body, each of which was specially refined by Qu Liuxi based on An Zheng's physique. These elixirs may only be of value to others, but to An Zheng they are life-saving.
An Zheng recovered a little after taking a pill, and gritted his teeth and replied: "Because people like you are not dead yet."
Zuo Jiantang suddenly laughed: "Your cultivation power has been exhausted again. Do you still have any elixirs?"
"The sword in the left hand, the sword in the left hand."
An Zheng felt relieved for less than a second, because this sword actually pierced the opponent's heart.
An Zheng gritted his teeth and said, "So there is still him."
puff!
puff!
However, it was really the first time in his life that such a person was forced to do this by An Zheng.
Zuo Jiantang snorted coldly: "I know you must have made a lot of preparations to kill me, but when it comes to fighting for the power of cultivation, you have already lost. Even if you have the elixir to maintain the power of cultivation, but you have Backup? In three minutes at most, the experts from my Zuo family will arrive. Your elixir can support you for three minutes. Can I kill someone for you? "
An Zheng swallowed the third pill, and then suddenly raised his other hand to grab the sword light.
Zuo Jiantang smiled ferociously: "The Sword Spirit asked me at the beginning why I had to kill you. I said, because you and people like us are natural enemies. Even if we haven't reached the moment of death, we are still natural enemies, so we can kill you in advance. Natural enemies, why not?”
Zuo Jiantang deliberately did not dodge because he was not afraid.
A sword light shot out from the finger bone and directly pierced An Zheng's body. An Zheng's movements were already extremely fast, but he only managed to avoid it once again. The sword light pierced his chest, this time closer to his heart.
"How many more times can you avoid it?"
The sword light is the materialization of the sword energy. He grabbed the sword light, but An Zheng's hand was bleeding.
Originally, the scalp on the back of the head was turned over to cover the front half of the head, but this time it exploded and the scalp on the front was also ripped off. Of course it wouldn't be too ugly if it was just bald, but that means the scalp is missing and the skull is directly exposed.
Today, Zuo Jiantang was in an extreme state of embarrassment. After the seventh Nine-Gang Heavenly Thunder exploded, he was completely covered with blood. What makes him most angry is that his opponent has just shown up now.
At this time, both of their cultivation powers were all in the Broken Army Sword, and An Zheng looked much better than Zuo Jiantang. At least, he didn't have many injuries on his body.
There is medicinal energy from the elixir all around, and the function of this elixir is to speed up the circulation of blood. While Zuo Jiantang pierced An Zheng's body continuously, An Zheng controlled his third eye to pick up the scattered pills and stuffed them into the wound on Zuo Jiantang's back.
"Do you feel it?"
An Zheng calculated the time and found that he only had ten minutes.
It was at this time that An Zheng noticed that Zuo Jiantang's heart was not actually a heart, in other words, it was not an ordinary heart. His heart is made of steel, with runes flashing on it. In other words, he has replaced the role of the heart with an instrument and magic circle.
His left hand holding the broken sword had lost all flesh, and the long sword was holding the sword with his finger bones, making a clicking sound. The strength of his bones is astonishing. He looked down at his left hand and smiled: "You must have found out that what I am best at is the left-hand sword. Many people in the world know it, including my enemies. But you are all wrong... What I am good at is my left hand. , not a left-handed sword, do you know why? Because... my left hand is my sword."
Because he saw Zuo Jiantang's severely damaged, invisible and terrifying face, and smiled strangely.
However, the sword soul is not physical, it is illusory sword energy.
"You can't think of it, right? This heart is meaningless."
"How many more times can you avoid it?"
Then the Broken Army Sword began to turn red. It was the two people's cultivation power fighting for the Broken Army Sword. The black energy went from Zuo Jiantang to An Zheng, and the purple light went from An Zheng to Zuo Jian. The attack from the other side of the hall, and the two forces clashed on the Broken Army Sword. If the Broken Army Sword was not a purple-grade artifact, it would have been destroyed long ago.
An Zheng gritted his teeth and said nothing, because he couldn't even speak at this time.
Once a high-ranking official of the Temple General level was killed by a disciple of the Buddha, the war would have already broken out. At that time, we just covered our heads and pretended that we didn't know anyone. Whoever won would occupy more territory.
Zuo Jiantang held the phalanges in his right hand and stabbed forward again. The sword light pierced An Zheng's body again, but An Zheng still avoided it.
There is medicinal energy from the elixir all around, and the function of this elixir is to speed up the circulation of blood. While Zuo Jiantang pierced An Zheng's body continuously, An Zheng controlled his third eye to pick up the scattered pills and stuffed them into the wound on Zuo Jiantang's back.
Today, Zuo Jiantang was in an extreme state of embarrassment. After the seventh Nine-Gang Heavenly Thunder exploded, he was completely covered with blood. What makes him most angry is that his opponent has just shown up now.
The sword light is the materialization of the sword energy. He grabbed the sword light, but An Zheng's hand was bleeding.
An Zheng swallowed the third pill, and then suddenly raised his other hand to grab the sword light.
He waved his hand casually, and the iron caltrops were swung away and landed in the distance. And An Zheng's Broken Army Sword passed through the Tribulus Jade and went straight to Zuo Jiantang's heart.
But An Zheng has a woman who loves him deeply, a woman who is always thinking about what kind of danger An Zheng may encounter. Therefore, An Zheng carried many, many elixirs on his body, each of which was specially refined by Qu Liuxi based on An Zheng's physique. These elixirs may only be of value to others, but to An Zheng they are life-saving.
The sword light is the materialization of the sword energy. He grabbed the sword light, but An Zheng's hand was bleeding.
A sword light shot out from the finger bone and directly pierced An Zheng's body. An Zheng's movements were already extremely fast, but he only managed to avoid it once again. The sword light pierced his chest, this time closer to his heart.
He waved his hand casually, and the iron caltrops were swung away and landed in the distance. And An Zheng's Broken Army Sword passed through the Tribulus Jade and went straight to Zuo Jiantang's heart.
Zuo Jiantang smiled evilly: "I just didn't expect that what I learned from Fang Zheng would be used against Fang Zheng. How powerful you were at that time, I almost didn't even have a chance to take action in front of you. No. Looking at you now, even if you relied on some calculations to hurt me, you are still too weak after all."
Zuo Jiantang smiled ferociously: "The Sword Spirit asked me at the beginning why I had to kill you. I said, because you and people like us are natural enemies. Even if we haven't reached the moment of death, we are still natural enemies, so we can kill you in advance. Natural enemies, why not?”
Zuo Jiantang suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped it. The sword soul that had almost collapsed before instantly solidified and stabbed straight from An Zheng's back. If An Zheng didn't defend himself, even if his broken sword could pierce Zuo Jiantang's heart, Zuo Jiantang's sword spirit could also pierce the back of his heart.
But no one can let go at this time. Letting go means death.
However, An Zheng soon became excited.
After a pop, An Zheng's Broken Army Sword also pierced Zuo Jiantang's heart.
"You asked me just now, can pills kill people?"
An Zheng swallowed the third pill, and then suddenly raised his other hand to grab the sword light.
Zuo Jiantang smiled ferociously: "The Sword Spirit asked me at the beginning why I had to kill you. I said, because you and people like us are natural enemies. Even if we haven't reached the moment of death, we are still natural enemies, so we can kill you in advance. Natural enemies, why not?”
An Zheng gritted his teeth and said nothing, because he couldn't even speak at this time.
He waved his hand casually, and the iron caltrops were swung away and landed in the distance. And An Zheng's Broken Army Sword passed through the Tribulus Jade and went straight to Zuo Jiantang's heart.
"Why is it so difficult for a person like you to die?"
An Zheng's blood bead bracelet turned, and a peak-grade elixir flew out and floated into An Zheng's mouth. An Zheng's pale face regained some color, and then he began to fight back... His hand moved forward, while Zuo Jiantang began to retreat.
An Zheng suddenly smiled: "Yes, but you don't know how to use it."
Zuo Jiantang had no other choice. If he took the pill, he would not be able to stop the arrows shot by An Zheng. That was Jiugang Tianlei, a forbidden technique that Zuo Jiantang was extremely familiar with. In fact, he already knew it when the first Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder exploded, but he just couldn't believe it.
Zuo Jiantang looked so miserable. The entire back of his body had been completely mutilated. There was almost no flesh and blood left. The few remaining strands of flesh were hanging on the bones. The scene looked particularly terrifying.
The long sword shimmering with purple light lay horizontally in front of Zuo Jiantang, then quickly spun to block the arrows.
He waved his hand casually, and the iron caltrops were swung away and landed in the distance. And An Zheng's Broken Army Sword passed through the Tribulus Jade and went straight to Zuo Jiantang's heart.
Zuo Jiantang walked forward and An Zheng stepped back. The distance between the two was half a broken military sword. Zuo Jiantang's hand pushed forward farther and farther, and An Zheng's cultivation power was consumed rapidly, and even the Divine Thunder Tianzheng, which he planned to use at the critical moment, could no longer be used.
Zuo Jiantang's body flew backwards involuntarily, and the sword spirit looked a little uncertain. Even when the Immortal Palace of the Western Regions fought against Monk Dashu, the great disciple of the Buddha Sect, Zuo Jiantang was at a disadvantage everywhere, but it was never so miserable. Of course, it was impossible for Monk Dashu to kill him at that time, after all, Da Xi and the Buddha Kingdom had not yet broken up with each other.
There is medicinal energy from the elixir all around, and the function of this elixir is to speed up the circulation of blood. While Zuo Jiantang pierced An Zheng's body continuously, An Zheng controlled his third eye to pick up the scattered pills and stuffed them into the wound on Zuo Jiantang's back.
Zuo Jiantang's expression suddenly changed, and he finally reacted, but it was already too late. The caltrops that An Zheng had hit out before were filled with elixirs, but Zuo Jiantang swept them away with a palm, and the caltrops flew everywhere. Of course Zuo Jiantang won't care about these, but these are fatal.
Zuo Jiantang snorted coldly: "I know you must have made a lot of preparations to kill me, but when it comes to fighting for the power of cultivation, you have already lost. Even if you have the elixir to maintain the power of cultivation, but you have Backup? In three minutes at most, the experts from my Zuo family will arrive. Your elixir can support you for three minutes. Can I kill someone for you? "
Zuo Jiantang looked so miserable. The entire back of his body had been completely mutilated. There was almost no flesh and blood left. The few remaining strands of flesh were hanging on the bones. The scene looked particularly terrifying.
"The sword in the left hand, the sword in the left hand."
Zuo Jiantang snorted coldly: "I know you must have made a lot of preparations to kill me, but when it comes to fighting for the power of cultivation, you have already lost. Even if you have the elixir to maintain the power of cultivation, but you have Backup? In three minutes at most, the experts from my Zuo family will arrive. Your elixir can support you for three minutes. Can I kill someone for you? "
An Zheng kept taking pills, and his cultivation power was depleted at an alarming rate. This was precisely because of the effect of the pills.
But no one can let go at this time. Letting go means death.
He clutched the broken sword, and An Zheng tried several times but failed to pull it out.
There is medicinal energy from the elixir all around, and the function of this elixir is to speed up the circulation of blood. While Zuo Jiantang pierced An Zheng's body continuously, An Zheng controlled his third eye to pick up the scattered pills and stuffed them into the wound on Zuo Jiantang's back.
Therefore, no matter how powerful the scales of the holy fish are, they cannot completely block the sword energy.
The injuries on his face looked horrific, and although the injuries on the left side of his body didn't look that serious, they were actually more fatal. The position of the heart could not be protected. That was because his left hand was long-handed. His subconscious reaction was to resist with the left side, but the damage was too serious. The beating heart could almost be seen through the blood hole.
Zuo Jiantang suddenly laughed: "Your cultivation power has been exhausted again. Do you still have any elixirs?"
He clutched the broken sword, and An Zheng tried several times but failed to pull it out.
At this time, both of their cultivation powers were all in the Broken Army Sword, and An Zheng looked much better than Zuo Jiantang. At least, he didn't have many injuries on his body.
The Broken Army Sword pierced Zuo Jiantang's heart, and also pierced Zuo Jiantang's heart, but... nothing happened to Zuo Jiantang. He raised his incomplete left hand and grasped the Broken Army Sword. His eyes, which were almost covered with blood, looked straight at An Zheng.
Boom!