An Zheng had never taken so many elixirs, even if they were specially prepared for him by Qu Liuxi. Many people say that relying on elixirs to improve one's cultivation is not really powerful, and is far less powerful than a practitioner who truly accumulates and gradually improves his realm. An Zheng was convinced that the young children of big families had strong cultivation at a young age, and they were often the product of accumulation of elixirs, spirit stones and various heavenly treasures.
Once a person becomes obsessed with cultivation, a large amount of unreleasable cultivation power will accumulate in his body. In this case, if you want people to survive, you must dredge the power of cultivation accumulated in the body. The treatment method is often to release all the power of the person's cultivation, so as to save life, but the result can only be... this person becomes a useless person.
His main hand is his left hand, and his sword is also his left hand. But at this moment, in order to survive, he had to blow up his left hand. The entire arm was blown to pieces. No longer holding the broken sword, An Zheng's body suddenly lost its restraints. However, the arm exploded too abruptly. At such a close distance, all the bones were blasted away like machine gun fire. An Zheng's body was full of bloody holes.
Zuo Jiantang's expression suddenly changed, and he wanted to stab An Zheng in the heart, but the wooden stick was gone. He was in a daze for a moment, then realized that An Zheng had snatched the stick away at some point.
However, you need to take medicine when you are sick, and the same goes for when you are injured.
His main hand is his left hand, and his sword is also his left hand. But at this moment, in order to survive, he had to blow up his left hand. The entire arm was blown to pieces. No longer holding the broken sword, An Zheng's body suddenly lost its restraints. However, the arm exploded too abruptly. At such a close distance, all the bones were blasted away like machine gun fire. An Zheng's body was full of bloody holes.
That must look ugly.
An Zheng coughed a few times, as if giving up resistance, but then smiled strangely: "But I still have a purple one."
Zuo Jiantang's eyelidless eyes looked straight at An Zheng. There was no expression on his face except for ferociousness: "I want to see how you kill me."
However, you need to take medicine when you are sick, and the same goes for when you are injured.
However, today, the amount of pills that An Zheng took could be drunk with wine if put on a plate. Those are gold-grade elixirs one by one. If any one of them is sold on the black market, it can be exchanged for silver to fill ten carts.
"Actually, even without this purple-grade elixir, I can still kill you, but I don't feel at ease. What I'm most afraid of is your left hand, but you are such an idiot. After listening to a few words from me, your left arm exploded. Open it, if your left arm keeps... Oh, of course I still have the purple pill, so no matter what you think, you are dead."
Zuo Jiantang's body was shaking in pain, and he had to pay a heavy price if he wanted to move forward. The ground around his body has been stained red with his blood, and not far away are the pieces of his body. This reminded him of that day on Cangman Mountain, and the person opposite was like this. Being surrounded by dozens of strong men, his body was so broken.
An Zheng stuffed another golden elixir into his mouth and grinned cruelly: "Anyway, now you and I are in a fight to the death, and no one can hold hands, ahem... Then I'll explain it to you. Listen, you are too seriously injured now, and the elixir I hit on the caltrops just now is an elixir that can dredge the blood vessels and speed up the blood circulation, speed up the release of the power of cultivation, and be used to become possessed. "
Then he picked up the Broken Army Sword and threw it forward fiercely. It was his most powerful power now, surpassing the power of the seventh level of the Great Man Realm. Then he teleported and appeared on the Broken Army Sword, and flew out with his long sword.
That must look ugly.
Once a person becomes obsessed with cultivation, a large amount of unreleasable cultivation power will accumulate in his body. In this case, if you want people to survive, you must dredge the power of cultivation accumulated in the body. The treatment method is often to release all the power of the person's cultivation, so as to save life, but the result can only be... this person becomes a useless person.
But now, does everything seem to be meaningless
However, today, the amount of pills that An Zheng took could be drunk with wine if put on a plate. Those are gold-grade elixirs one by one. If any one of them is sold on the black market, it can be exchanged for silver to fill ten carts.
However, today, the amount of pills that An Zheng took could be drunk with wine if put on a plate. Those are gold-grade elixirs one by one. If any one of them is sold on the black market, it can be exchanged for silver to fill ten carts.
That must look ugly.
Zuo Jiantang moved step by step to An Zheng's side and looked down at the boy who was lying on the ground, panting heavily but had lost all his strength.
"You should have a good future. With your talent, it will not be difficult to surpass me in the future. But you are too impatient. If you seek revenge from me in another ten years, I may really be killed by you by then. . But you have no chance now. Isn’t your fate ridiculous, to die at the hands of the same person twice in a row?”
"besides."
Nine minutes.
But he had to eat because his cultivation power was consumed too quickly. Even if Zuo Jiantang is incomplete, even if he is repeatedly plotted against, he is still a strong man of the third level of the Little Heaven Realm. In this era of decline in the practice world, the Xiaotian realm is almost at its peak.
Nine minutes.
Looking for a place to hide
"Elixir kills people?"
Is this really retribution
Zuo Jiantang's eyelidless eyes looked straight at An Zheng. There was no expression on his face except for ferociousness: "I want to see how you kill me."
Fly far, far away.
"Is it a pity?"
He gritted his teeth and walked forward, leaving a bloody footprint on the ground with every step he took. At this time, there was only one thought in his mind, kill the young man in front of him quickly and never let him stand up. There is a terrible aura about this young man, that kind of paranoia and tenacity. Once he escapes, the next revenge will come soon.
Zuo Jiantang's eyes were full of anger: "Yes, you are right, but so what? I don't deny that I was frightened by you. You are indeed powerful. You have always been a shadow in my heart, but you are like this Didn’t you still die in my hands? Don’t you have a lot of gold-grade elixirs? Keep taking them.”
Is this really retribution
"Actually, even without this purple-grade elixir, I can still kill you, but I don't feel at ease. What I'm most afraid of is your left hand, but you are such an idiot. After listening to a few words from me, your left arm exploded. Open it, if your left arm keeps... Oh, of course I still have the purple pill, so no matter what you think, you are dead."
Zuo Jiantang's eyelidless eyes looked straight at An Zheng. There was no expression on his face except for ferociousness: "I want to see how you kill me."
"There is really no more golden elixir..."
An Zheng spat a mouthful of blood: "It's actually true."
However, it was really a purple elixir, and it was really powerful.
"besides."
He leaned over with difficulty to pick up the branch, and then pointed it at An Zheng's heart.
I have calculated everything I can and used all the means, but it still doesn't work... because the gap is too big. He, a seventh-level practitioner of the Great Man Realm, can force a third-level practitioner of the Small Heaven Realm to this point. For his sake, if people in the world knew about it, they would already admire him beyond measure. Besides, he is still so young, and his future is much greater than Zuo Jiantang.
An Zheng stuffed another golden elixir into his mouth and grinned cruelly: "Anyway, now you and I are in a fight to the death, and no one can hold hands, ahem... Then I'll explain it to you. Listen, you are too seriously injured now, and the elixir I hit on the caltrops just now is an elixir that can dredge the blood vessels and speed up the blood circulation, speed up the release of the power of cultivation, and be used to become possessed. "
Not bad.
But now, does everything seem to be meaningless
With a click, the finger bone was also broken.
"I know how important the position of the heart is, so in order not to die, I modified my body after you died. But you are stupid, you have died once, haven't you thought that the heart should be modified? ?”
An Zheng shook his head, blood overflowing from his mouth: "You are desperate. Your cultivation level is only like that, so you have no hope. You are willing to stay at the third level of the Small Heaven Realm because you know that you can never reach it again. A higher realm. Originally you could, but then you couldn’t. Why?”
Still not working
Zuo Jiantang's eyes were full of anger: "Yes, you are right, but so what? I don't deny that I was frightened by you. You are indeed powerful. You have always been a shadow in my heart, but you are like this Didn’t you still die in my hands? Don’t you have a lot of gold-grade elixirs? Keep taking them.”
He lay there and raised his head to look at the sky, his face was so pale that there was no blood left.
Zuo Jiantang's eyes suddenly changed as he understood.
"You should have a good future. With your talent, it will not be difficult to surpass me in the future. But you are too impatient. If you seek revenge from me in another ten years, I may really be killed by you by then. . But you have no chance now. Isn’t your fate ridiculous, to die at the hands of the same person twice in a row?”
Zuo Jiantang moved step by step to An Zheng's side and looked down at the boy who was lying on the ground, panting heavily but had lost all his strength.
Once a person becomes obsessed with cultivation, a large amount of unreleasable cultivation power will accumulate in his body. In this case, if you want people to survive, you must dredge the power of cultivation accumulated in the body. The treatment method is often to release all the power of the person's cultivation, so as to save life, but the result can only be... this person becomes a useless person.
Purple light flashed in his hand, and the wooden stick couldn't withstand the power of his cultivation and shattered with a bang, turning into powder and fluttering. The wooden stick exploded in Zuo Jiantang's head, so Zuo Jiantang's brain also exploded at the same time.
Zuo Jiantang's eyes suddenly changed as he understood.
Zuo Jiantang's left arm exploded.
Fly far, far away.
An Zheng sneered.
An Zheng stood up, the power of cultivation filling his body.
An Zheng looked frighteningly pale, and his body was trembling violently. His cultivation power was depleted too quickly, and relying on elixirs to replenish it was equivalent to emptying his body over and over again, and then forcefully filling it up again and again. The damage to him was no less than that of Zuo Jiantang. The medicinal energy permeated the surroundings, and what he and Zuo Jiantang endured were exactly the same. The reason why An Zheng's cultivation power was consumed so quickly was not just because Zuo Jiantang's cultivation power was stronger than his.
However, today, the amount of pills that An Zheng took could be drunk with wine if put on a plate. Those are gold-grade elixirs one by one. If any one of them is sold on the black market, it can be exchanged for silver to fill ten carts.
He looked around and saw that An Zheng's Broken Army Sword had fallen far away, and he couldn't walk through it with the strength he had left. His left arm was completely shattered, bones flying everywhere, and he lost his sword. Then he saw a branch not far away, which should have been left by the big tree that collapsed during the previous fierce battle. It was only about half a meter and the thickness of a finger.
"I have replenished the elixir, but you can't move now."
An Zheng's body had at least a dozen bloody holes from the front and back. Because he was too weak, even the Holy Fish Scales had no time to react just now. After all, he was a strong man in the Little Heaven Realm... There was still a huge gap in reaction speed.
"Oh shit."
Zuo Jiantang was shocked and cursed, how could he think about such things. Although he had lost his left arm and his cultivation had regressed by at least fifty years. Even if he recovered, he would at most be able to return to the peak of the Great Man Realm and never regain the glory of the Small Heaven Realm. But at least he had survived, right? The Great Man Realm is the Great Man Realm, even if he is no longer the Temple General. Anyway, it seems that the Holy Emperor has also doubted him. It is not a bad thing to leave the court, a place of right and wrong.
Nine minutes.
However, you need to take medicine when you are sick, and the same goes for when you are injured.
However, today, the amount of pills that An Zheng took could be drunk with wine if put on a plate. Those are gold-grade elixirs one by one. If any one of them is sold on the black market, it can be exchanged for silver to fill ten carts.
An Zheng sneered.
Fly far, far away.
With a pop, An Zheng's wooden stick pierced Zuo Jiantang's forehead. The human skull is the hardest bone, but in An Zheng's hands, the wooden stick turned into a sword that can cut through iron like mud. The stick went in through the forehead and came out from the back of the head. Thick blood dripped down the wooden stick drop by drop, and the air seemed to freeze. It was so quiet that you could hear the sound of blood falling to the ground.
"There is really no more golden elixir..."
An Zheng looked frighteningly pale, and his body was trembling violently. His cultivation power was depleted too quickly, and relying on elixirs to replenish it was equivalent to emptying his body over and over again, and then forcefully filling it up again and again. The damage to him was no less than that of Zuo Jiantang. The medicinal energy permeated the surroundings, and what he and Zuo Jiantang endured were exactly the same. The reason why An Zheng's cultivation power was consumed so quickly was not just because Zuo Jiantang's cultivation power was stronger than his.
Zuo Jiantang's eyes were full of anger: "Yes, you are right, but so what? I don't deny that I was frightened by you. You are indeed powerful. You have always been a shadow in my heart, but you are like this Didn’t you still die in my hands? Don’t you have a lot of gold-grade elixirs? Keep taking them.”
Once a person becomes obsessed with cultivation, a large amount of unreleasable cultivation power will accumulate in his body. In this case, if you want people to survive, you must dredge the power of cultivation accumulated in the body. The treatment method is often to release all the power of the person's cultivation, so as to save life, but the result can only be... this person becomes a useless person.
Zuo Jiantang's eyes flickered, and then he suddenly laughed wildly: "Isn't it the same for you? Even if you can kill me, the outcome for you will not be good in the end."
Zuo Jiantang was shocked and cursed, how could he think about such things. Although he had lost his left arm and his cultivation had regressed by at least fifty years. Even if he recovered, he would at most be able to return to the peak of the Great Man Realm and never regain the glory of the Small Heaven Realm. But at least he had survived, right? The Great Man Realm is the Great Man Realm, even if he is no longer the Temple General. Anyway, it seems that the Holy Emperor has also doubted him. It is not a bad thing to leave the court, a place of right and wrong.
Zuo Jiantang's left arm exploded.
"besides."
Not bad.
"Is it a pity?"
His body suddenly swelled up: "You shouldn't have told me."
Zuo Jiantang's body was shaking in pain, and he had to pay a heavy price if he wanted to move forward. The ground around his body has been stained red with his blood, and not far away are the pieces of his body. This reminded him of that day on Cangman Mountain, and the person opposite was like this. Being surrounded by dozens of strong men, his body was so broken.
"If I had known it was true, I should have eaten it a long time ago. In that case, I wouldn't have suffered so many injuries. It hurts... But think about it, it might really be a piece of shit, so you need courage to eat it. , It’s also very nauseating. If it wasn’t for the terrible pain, I would have vomited.”
Zuo Jiantang's expression suddenly changed, and he wanted to stab An Zheng in the heart, but the wooden stick was gone. He was in a daze for a moment, then realized that An Zheng had snatched the stick away at some point.
Zuo Jiantang's expression suddenly changed, and he wanted to stab An Zheng in the heart, but the wooden stick was gone. He was in a daze for a moment, then realized that An Zheng had snatched the stick away at some point.
Boom!
"Actually, even without this purple-grade elixir, I can still kill you, but I don't feel at ease. What I'm most afraid of is your left hand, but you are such an idiot. After listening to a few words from me, your left arm exploded. Open it, if your left arm keeps... Oh, of course I still have the purple pill, so no matter what you think, you are dead."
With a pop, An Zheng's wooden stick pierced Zuo Jiantang's forehead. The human skull is the hardest bone, but in An Zheng's hands, the wooden stick turned into a sword that can cut through iron like mud. The stick went in through the forehead and came out from the back of the head. Thick blood dripped down the wooden stick drop by drop, and the air seemed to freeze. It was so quiet that you could hear the sound of blood falling to the ground.
"besides."
An Zheng stuffed another golden elixir into his mouth and grinned cruelly: "Anyway, now you and I are in a fight to the death, and no one can hold hands, ahem... Then I'll explain it to you. Listen, you are too seriously injured now, and the elixir I hit on the caltrops just now is an elixir that can dredge the blood vessels and speed up the blood circulation, speed up the release of the power of cultivation, and be used to become possessed. "
An Zheng stuffed another golden elixir into his mouth and grinned cruelly: "Anyway, now you and I are in a fight to the death, and no one can hold hands, ahem... Then I'll explain it to you. Listen, you are too seriously injured now, and the elixir I hit on the caltrops just now is an elixir that can dredge the blood vessels and speed up the blood circulation, speed up the release of the power of cultivation, and be used to become possessed. "
Nine minutes.
"I have replenished the elixir, but you can't move now."
Zuo Jiantang's left arm exploded.
He didn't see An Zheng stuffing the last pill into his mouth as he flew back. That was An Zheng's bet... He didn't know if the elixir was real, or if it was just the shit of that madman Zi Luo.
Is this really retribution
I have calculated everything I can and used all the means, but it still doesn't work... because the gap is too big. He, a seventh-level practitioner of the Great Man Realm, can force a third-level practitioner of the Small Heaven Realm to this point. For his sake, if people in the world knew about it, they would already admire him beyond measure. Besides, he is still so young, and his future is much greater than Zuo Jiantang.
Purple light flashed in his hand, and the wooden stick couldn't withstand the power of his cultivation and shattered with a bang, turning into powder and fluttering. The wooden stick exploded in Zuo Jiantang's head, so Zuo Jiantang's brain also exploded at the same time.
His main hand is his left hand, and his sword is also his left hand. But at this moment, in order to survive, he had to blow up his left hand. The entire arm was blown to pieces. No longer holding the broken sword, An Zheng's body suddenly lost its restraints. However, the arm exploded too abruptly. At such a close distance, all the bones were blasted away like machine gun fire. An Zheng's body was full of bloody holes.
"There is really no more golden elixir..."
An Zheng spit out another mouthful of blood, then turned and left.
An Zheng looked at the limp fallen body, with his hands on his waist, and thought about how he should express his mood at this moment. Then he thought of the way Du Shaoshou looked when he was proud, and he laughed... Then he stretched out his left foot, stood on tiptoe, held his waist with his hands, and shook his body up and down.
Then he picked up the Broken Army Sword and threw it forward fiercely. It was his most powerful power now, surpassing the power of the seventh level of the Great Man Realm. Then he teleported and appeared on the Broken Army Sword, and flew out with his long sword.
With a pop, An Zheng's wooden stick pierced Zuo Jiantang's forehead. The human skull is the hardest bone, but in An Zheng's hands, the wooden stick turned into a sword that can cut through iron like mud. The stick went in through the forehead and came out from the back of the head. Thick blood dripped down the wooden stick drop by drop, and the air seemed to freeze. It was so quiet that you could hear the sound of blood falling to the ground.
Zuo Jiantang's eyes flickered, and then he suddenly laughed wildly: "Isn't it the same for you? Even if you can kill me, the outcome for you will not be good in the end."
Purple light flashed in his hand, and the wooden stick couldn't withstand the power of his cultivation and shattered with a bang, turning into powder and fluttering. The wooden stick exploded in Zuo Jiantang's head, so Zuo Jiantang's brain also exploded at the same time.
An Zheng's body flew back involuntarily, and he shot out his sword-breaking sword in mid-air, aiming straight for Zuo Jiantang's head.
"You should have a good future. With your talent, it will not be difficult to surpass me in the future. But you are too impatient. If you seek revenge from me in another ten years, I may really be killed by you by then. . But you have no chance now. Isn’t your fate ridiculous, to die at the hands of the same person twice in a row?”
Still not working
I have calculated everything I can and used all the means, but it still doesn't work... because the gap is too big. He, a seventh-level practitioner of the Great Man Realm, can force a third-level practitioner of the Small Heaven Realm to this point. For his sake, if people in the world knew about it, they would already admire him beyond measure. Besides, he is still so young, and his future is much greater than Zuo Jiantang.
An Zheng had never taken so many elixirs, even if they were specially prepared for him by Qu Liuxi. Many people say that relying on elixirs to improve one's cultivation is not really powerful, and is far less powerful than a practitioner who truly accumulates and gradually improves his realm. An Zheng was convinced that the young children of big families had strong cultivation at a young age, and they were often the product of accumulation of elixirs, spirit stones and various heavenly treasures.
Then he picked up the Broken Army Sword and threw it forward fiercely. It was his most powerful power now, surpassing the power of the seventh level of the Great Man Realm. Then he teleported and appeared on the Broken Army Sword, and flew out with his long sword.
An Zheng grinned: "You were scared by me. The battle at Cangman Mountain scared you out of courage."
Zuo Jiantang waved his right hand, and he still held a phalanx of his left hand in his right hand. With just a wave, an illusory sword shadow instantly appeared on the finger bones of his left hand. It grew larger in the wind, and the long sword shrouded in purple light sent An Zheng's Army-Breaking Sword flying away.
Zuo Jiantang's eyes suddenly changed as he understood.
His body suddenly swelled up: "You shouldn't have told me."
Zuo Jiantang was shocked and cursed, how could he think about such things. Although he had lost his left arm and his cultivation had regressed by at least fifty years. Even if he recovered, he would at most be able to return to the peak of the Great Man Realm and never regain the glory of the Small Heaven Realm. But at least he had survived, right? The Great Man Realm is the Great Man Realm, even if he is no longer the Temple General. Anyway, it seems that the Holy Emperor has also doubted him. It is not a bad thing to leave the court, a place of right and wrong.
With a click, the finger bone was also broken.
Still not working
I have calculated everything I can and used all the means, but it still doesn't work... because the gap is too big. He, a seventh-level practitioner of the Great Man Realm, can force a third-level practitioner of the Small Heaven Realm to this point. For his sake, if people in the world knew about it, they would already admire him beyond measure. Besides, he is still so young, and his future is much greater than Zuo Jiantang.
Zuo Jiantang was shocked and cursed, how could he think about such things. Although he had lost his left arm and his cultivation had regressed by at least fifty years. Even if he recovered, he would at most be able to return to the peak of the Great Man Realm and never regain the glory of the Small Heaven Realm. But at least he had survived, right? The Great Man Realm is the Great Man Realm, even if he is no longer the Temple General. Anyway, it seems that the Holy Emperor has also doubted him. It is not a bad thing to leave the court, a place of right and wrong.
Zuo Jiantang's expression suddenly changed, and he wanted to stab An Zheng in the heart, but the wooden stick was gone. He was in a daze for a moment, then realized that An Zheng had snatched the stick away at some point.
"Oh shit."
Zuo Jiantang's body was shaking in pain, and he had to pay a heavy price if he wanted to move forward. The ground around his body has been stained red with his blood, and not far away are the pieces of his body. This reminded him of that day on Cangman Mountain, and the person opposite was like this. Being surrounded by dozens of strong men, his body was so broken.
An Zheng looked at the limp fallen body, with his hands on his waist, and thought about how he should express his mood at this moment. Then he thought of the way Du Shaoshou looked when he was proud, and he laughed... Then he stretched out his left foot, stood on tiptoe, held his waist with his hands, and shook his body up and down.
An Zheng spit out another mouthful of blood, then turned and left.
Once a person becomes obsessed with cultivation, a large amount of unreleasable cultivation power will accumulate in his body. In this case, if you want people to survive, you must dredge the power of cultivation accumulated in the body. The treatment method is often to release all the power of the person's cultivation, so as to save life, but the result can only be... this person becomes a useless person.
An Zheng's body had at least a dozen bloody holes from the front and back. Because he was too weak, even the Holy Fish Scales had no time to react just now. After all, he was a strong man in the Little Heaven Realm... There was still a huge gap in reaction speed.
"Oh shit."
However, today, the amount of pills that An Zheng took could be drunk with wine if put on a plate. Those are gold-grade elixirs one by one. If any one of them is sold on the black market, it can be exchanged for silver to fill ten carts.
Still not working
Then he picked up the Broken Army Sword and threw it forward fiercely. It was his most powerful power now, surpassing the power of the seventh level of the Great Man Realm. Then he teleported and appeared on the Broken Army Sword, and flew out with his long sword.
Is this really retribution
An Zheng stuffed another golden elixir into his mouth and grinned cruelly: "Anyway, now you and I are in a fight to the death, and no one can hold hands, ahem... Then I'll explain it to you. Listen, you are too seriously injured now, and the elixir I hit on the caltrops just now is an elixir that can dredge the blood vessels and speed up the blood circulation, speed up the release of the power of cultivation, and be used to become possessed. "
He didn't see An Zheng stuffing the last pill into his mouth as he flew back. That was An Zheng's bet... He didn't know if the elixir was real, or if it was just the shit of that madman Zi Luo.
Zuo Jiantang was shocked and cursed, how could he think about such things. Although he had lost his left arm and his cultivation had regressed by at least fifty years. Even if he recovered, he would at most be able to return to the peak of the Great Man Realm and never regain the glory of the Small Heaven Realm. But at least he had survived, right? The Great Man Realm is the Great Man Realm, even if he is no longer the Temple General. Anyway, it seems that the Holy Emperor has also doubted him. It is not a bad thing to leave the court, a place of right and wrong.
"Ah, this is Dou Mi."
"Oh shit."
Zuo Jiantang was shocked and cursed, how could he think about such things. Although he had lost his left arm and his cultivation had regressed by at least fifty years. Even if he recovered, he would at most be able to return to the peak of the Great Man Realm and never regain the glory of the Small Heaven Realm. But at least he had survived, right? The Great Man Realm is the Great Man Realm, even if he is no longer the Temple General. Anyway, it seems that the Holy Emperor has also doubted him. It is not a bad thing to leave the court, a place of right and wrong.
Zuo Jiantang moved step by step to An Zheng's side and looked down at the boy who was lying on the ground, panting heavily but had lost all his strength.
Zuo Jiantang's eyelidless eyes looked straight at An Zheng. There was no expression on his face except for ferociousness: "I want to see how you kill me."
Then he picked up the Broken Army Sword and threw it forward fiercely. It was his most powerful power now, surpassing the power of the seventh level of the Great Man Realm. Then he teleported and appeared on the Broken Army Sword, and flew out with his long sword.
Looking for a place to hide
An Zheng shook his head, blood overflowing from his mouth: "You are desperate. Your cultivation level is only like that, so you have no hope. You are willing to stay at the third level of the Small Heaven Realm because you know that you can never reach it again. A higher realm. Originally you could, but then you couldn’t. Why?”
An Zheng had never taken so many elixirs, even if they were specially prepared for him by Qu Liuxi. Many people say that relying on elixirs to improve one's cultivation is not really powerful, and is far less powerful than a practitioner who truly accumulates and gradually improves his realm. An Zheng was convinced that the young children of big families had strong cultivation at a young age, and they were often the product of accumulation of elixirs, spirit stones and various heavenly treasures.
An Zheng spit out another mouthful of blood, then turned and left.
Purple light flashed in his hand, and the wooden stick couldn't withstand the power of his cultivation and shattered with a bang, turning into powder and fluttering. The wooden stick exploded in Zuo Jiantang's head, so Zuo Jiantang's brain also exploded at the same time.
An Zheng stood up, the power of cultivation filling his body.
Fly far, far away.
Is this really retribution
Not bad.
Is this really retribution
Zuo Jiantang was shocked and cursed, how could he think about such things. Although he had lost his left arm and his cultivation had regressed by at least fifty years. Even if he recovered, he would at most be able to return to the peak of the Great Man Realm and never regain the glory of the Small Heaven Realm. But at least he had survived, right? The Great Man Realm is the Great Man Realm, even if he is no longer the Temple General. Anyway, it seems that the Holy Emperor has also doubted him. It is not a bad thing to leave the court, a place of right and wrong.
He gritted his teeth and walked forward, leaving a bloody footprint on the ground with every step he took. At this time, there was only one thought in his mind, kill the young man in front of him quickly and never let him stand up. There is a terrible aura about this young man, that kind of paranoia and tenacity. Once he escapes, the next revenge will come soon.
Zuo Jiantang was shocked and cursed, how could he think about such things. Although he had lost his left arm and his cultivation had regressed by at least fifty years. Even if he recovered, he would at most be able to return to the peak of the Great Man Realm and never regain the glory of the Small Heaven Realm. But at least he had survived, right? The Great Man Realm is the Great Man Realm, even if he is no longer the Temple General. Anyway, it seems that the Holy Emperor has also doubted him. It is not a bad thing to leave the court, a place of right and wrong.
He didn't see An Zheng stuffing the last pill into his mouth as he flew back. That was An Zheng's bet... He didn't know if the elixir was real, or if it was just the shit of that madman Zi Luo.
An Zheng shook his head, blood overflowing from his mouth: "You are desperate. Your cultivation level is only like that, so you have no hope. You are willing to stay at the third level of the Small Heaven Realm because you know that you can never reach it again. A higher realm. Originally you could, but then you couldn’t. Why?”
Zuo Jiantang waved his right hand, and he still held a phalanx of his left hand in his right hand. With just a wave, an illusory sword shadow instantly appeared on the finger bones of his left hand. It grew larger in the wind, and the long sword shrouded in purple light sent An Zheng's Army-Breaking Sword flying away.
An Zheng looked at the limp fallen body, with his hands on his waist, and thought about how he should express his mood at this moment. Then he thought of the way Du Shaoshou looked when he was proud, and he laughed... Then he stretched out his left foot, stood on tiptoe, held his waist with his hands, and shook his body up and down.
An Zheng's body had at least a dozen bloody holes from the front and back. Because he was too weak, even the Holy Fish Scales had no time to react just now. After all, he was a strong man in the Little Heaven Realm... There was still a huge gap in reaction speed.
Zuo Jiantang moved step by step to An Zheng's side and looked down at the boy who was lying on the ground, panting heavily but had lost all his strength.
Is this really retribution
Boom!
But An Zheng knew that he couldn't escape, even if he had one minute. Purple-grade elixirs can improve one's level of cultivation, but what's the point? It only lasts for a few minutes. In a few minutes, he would die because the elixir had lost its effectiveness, and he would not be able to run far at all. The Zuo family's pursuers would easily find him and cut his body into pieces.
He lay there and raised his head to look at the sky, his face was so pale that there was no blood left.
An Zheng spat a mouthful of blood: "It's actually true."
Zuo Jiantang's left arm exploded.
"There is really no more golden elixir..."
With a click, the finger bone was also broken.
I have calculated everything I can and used all the means, but it still doesn't work... because the gap is too big. He, a seventh-level practitioner of the Great Man Realm, can force a third-level practitioner of the Small Heaven Realm to this point. For his sake, if people in the world knew about it, they would already admire him beyond measure. Besides, he is still so young, and his future is much greater than Zuo Jiantang.
Once a person becomes obsessed with cultivation, a large amount of unreleasable cultivation power will accumulate in his body. In this case, if you want people to survive, you must dredge the power of cultivation accumulated in the body. The treatment method is often to release all the power of the person's cultivation, so as to save life, but the result can only be... this person becomes a useless person.
An Zheng stuffed another golden elixir into his mouth and grinned cruelly: "Anyway, now you and I are in a fight to the death, and no one can hold hands, ahem... Then I'll explain it to you. Listen, you are too seriously injured now, and the elixir I hit on the caltrops just now is an elixir that can dredge the blood vessels and speed up the blood circulation, speed up the release of the power of cultivation, and be used to become possessed. "
Zuo Jiantang moved step by step to An Zheng's side and looked down at the boy who was lying on the ground, panting heavily but had lost all his strength.
Still not working
"I have replenished the elixir, but you can't move now."
Then he picked up the Broken Army Sword and threw it forward fiercely. It was his most powerful power now, surpassing the power of the seventh level of the Great Man Realm. Then he teleported and appeared on the Broken Army Sword, and flew out with his long sword.
An Zheng shook his head, blood overflowing from his mouth: "You are desperate. Your cultivation level is only like that, so you have no hope. You are willing to stay at the third level of the Small Heaven Realm because you know that you can never reach it again. A higher realm. Originally you could, but then you couldn’t. Why?”
With a click, the finger bone was also broken.
But An Zheng was a person who refused to accept his fate. He thought of Qitian.
Boom!
An Zheng sneered.
I have calculated everything I can and used all the means, but it still doesn't work... because the gap is too big. He, a seventh-level practitioner of the Great Man Realm, can force a third-level practitioner of the Small Heaven Realm to this point. For his sake, if people in the world knew about it, they would already admire him beyond measure. Besides, he is still so young, and his future is much greater than Zuo Jiantang.
An Zheng spit out another mouthful of blood, then turned and left.
Zuo Jiantang's left arm exploded.
"I have replenished the elixir, but you can't move now."
But now, does everything seem to be meaningless
Zuo Jiantang's eyes were full of anger: "Yes, you are right, but so what? I don't deny that I was frightened by you. You are indeed powerful. You have always been a shadow in my heart, but you are like this Didn’t you still die in my hands? Don’t you have a lot of gold-grade elixirs? Keep taking them.”
I have calculated everything I can and used all the means, but it still doesn't work... because the gap is too big. He, a seventh-level practitioner of the Great Man Realm, can force a third-level practitioner of the Small Heaven Realm to this point. For his sake, if people in the world knew about it, they would already admire him beyond measure. Besides, he is still so young, and his future is much greater than Zuo Jiantang.
"Is it a pity?"
"Elixir kills people?"
Zuo Jiantang moved step by step to An Zheng's side and looked down at the boy who was lying on the ground, panting heavily but had lost all his strength.
Still not working
With a click, the finger bone was also broken.
An Zheng looked at the limp fallen body, with his hands on his waist, and thought about how he should express his mood at this moment. Then he thought of the way Du Shaoshou looked when he was proud, and he laughed... Then he stretched out his left foot, stood on tiptoe, held his waist with his hands, and shook his body up and down.
Once a person becomes obsessed with cultivation, a large amount of unreleasable cultivation power will accumulate in his body. In this case, if you want people to survive, you must dredge the power of cultivation accumulated in the body. The treatment method is often to release all the power of the person's cultivation, so as to save life, but the result can only be... this person becomes a useless person.
He didn't see An Zheng stuffing the last pill into his mouth as he flew back. That was An Zheng's bet... He didn't know if the elixir was real, or if it was just the shit of that madman Zi Luo.
Purple light flashed in his hand, and the wooden stick couldn't withstand the power of his cultivation and shattered with a bang, turning into powder and fluttering. The wooden stick exploded in Zuo Jiantang's head, so Zuo Jiantang's brain also exploded at the same time.
Zuo Jiantang's eyes were full of anger: "Yes, you are right, but so what? I don't deny that I was frightened by you. You are indeed powerful. You have always been a shadow in my heart, but you are like this Didn’t you still die in my hands? Don’t you have a lot of gold-grade elixirs? Keep taking them.”
With a pop, An Zheng's wooden stick pierced Zuo Jiantang's forehead. The human skull is the hardest bone, but in An Zheng's hands, the wooden stick turned into a sword that can cut through iron like mud. The stick went in through the forehead and came out from the back of the head. Thick blood dripped down the wooden stick drop by drop, and the air seemed to freeze. It was so quiet that you could hear the sound of blood falling to the ground.
"Is it a pity?"
Not bad.
Not bad.
Fly far, far away.
That must look ugly.
An Zheng spat a mouthful of blood: "It's actually true."
But An Zheng was a person who refused to accept his fate. He thought of Qitian.
Nine minutes.
He looked around and saw that An Zheng's Broken Army Sword had fallen far away, and he couldn't walk through it with the strength he had left. His left arm was completely shattered, bones flying everywhere, and he lost his sword. Then he saw a branch not far away, which should have been left by the big tree that collapsed during the previous fierce battle. It was only about half a meter and the thickness of a finger.
"As long as your left sword is gone, you have nothing to fear."
However, it was really a purple elixir, and it was really powerful.
Looking for a place to hide
Nine minutes.
Zuo Jiantang's left arm exploded.
An Zheng coughed a few times, as if giving up resistance, but then smiled strangely: "But I still have a purple one."
"You should have a good future. With your talent, it will not be difficult to surpass me in the future. But you are too impatient. If you seek revenge from me in another ten years, I may really be killed by you by then. . But you have no chance now. Isn’t your fate ridiculous, to die at the hands of the same person twice in a row?”
"Ah, this is Dou Mi."
Boom!
He leaned over with difficulty to pick up the branch, and then pointed it at An Zheng's heart.
An Zheng shook his head, blood overflowing from his mouth: "You are desperate. Your cultivation level is only like that, so you have no hope. You are willing to stay at the third level of the Small Heaven Realm because you know that you can never reach it again. A higher realm. Originally you could, but then you couldn’t. Why?”
Purple light flashed in his hand, and the wooden stick couldn't withstand the power of his cultivation and shattered with a bang, turning into powder and fluttering. The wooden stick exploded in Zuo Jiantang's head, so Zuo Jiantang's brain also exploded at the same time.
"Ah, this is Dou Mi."
He leaned over with difficulty to pick up the branch, and then pointed it at An Zheng's heart.
An Zheng spit out another mouthful of blood, then turned and left.
With a pop, An Zheng's wooden stick pierced Zuo Jiantang's forehead. The human skull is the hardest bone, but in An Zheng's hands, the wooden stick turned into a sword that can cut through iron like mud. The stick went in through the forehead and came out from the back of the head. Thick blood dripped down the wooden stick drop by drop, and the air seemed to freeze. It was so quiet that you could hear the sound of blood falling to the ground.
Zuo Jiantang's eyes were full of anger: "Yes, you are right, but so what? I don't deny that I was frightened by you. You are indeed powerful. You have always been a shadow in my heart, but you are like this Didn’t you still die in my hands? Don’t you have a lot of gold-grade elixirs? Keep taking them.”
An Zheng coughed a few times, as if giving up resistance, but then smiled strangely: "But I still have a purple one."
"I know how important the position of the heart is, so in order not to die, I modified my body after you died. But you are stupid, you have died once, haven't you thought that the heart should be modified? ?”
An Zheng had never taken so many elixirs, even if they were specially prepared for him by Qu Liuxi. Many people say that relying on elixirs to improve one's cultivation is not really powerful, and is far less powerful than a practitioner who truly accumulates and gradually improves his realm. An Zheng was convinced that the young children of big families had strong cultivation at a young age, and they were often the product of accumulation of elixirs, spirit stones and various heavenly treasures.
An Zheng had never taken so many elixirs, even if they were specially prepared for him by Qu Liuxi. Many people say that relying on elixirs to improve one's cultivation is not really powerful, and is far less powerful than a practitioner who truly accumulates and gradually improves his realm. An Zheng was convinced that the young children of big families had strong cultivation at a young age, and they were often the product of accumulation of elixirs, spirit stones and various heavenly treasures.
"Elixir kills people?"
He gritted his teeth and walked forward, leaving a bloody footprint on the ground with every step he took. At this time, there was only one thought in his mind, kill the young man in front of him quickly and never let him stand up. There is a terrible aura about this young man, that kind of paranoia and tenacity. Once he escapes, the next revenge will come soon.
Then he picked up the Broken Army Sword and threw it forward fiercely. It was his most powerful power now, surpassing the power of the seventh level of the Great Man Realm. Then he teleported and appeared on the Broken Army Sword, and flew out with his long sword.
"I have replenished the elixir, but you can't move now."
An Zheng shook his head, blood overflowing from his mouth: "You are desperate. Your cultivation level is only like that, so you have no hope. You are willing to stay at the third level of the Small Heaven Realm because you know that you can never reach it again. A higher realm. Originally you could, but then you couldn’t. Why?”
An Zheng shook his head, blood overflowing from his mouth: "You are desperate. Your cultivation level is only like that, so you have no hope. You are willing to stay at the third level of the Small Heaven Realm because you know that you can never reach it again. A higher realm. Originally you could, but then you couldn’t. Why?”
An Zheng stood up, the power of cultivation filling his body.
"There is really no more golden elixir..."
Fly far, far away.
His body suddenly swelled up: "You shouldn't have told me."
Zuo Jiantang's expression suddenly changed, and he wanted to stab An Zheng in the heart, but the wooden stick was gone. He was in a daze for a moment, then realized that An Zheng had snatched the stick away at some point.
"Oh shit."
An Zheng grinned: "You were scared by me. The battle at Cangman Mountain scared you out of courage."
Zuo Jiantang's eyes flickered, and then he suddenly laughed wildly: "Isn't it the same for you? Even if you can kill me, the outcome for you will not be good in the end."
"You should have a good future. With your talent, it will not be difficult to surpass me in the future. But you are too impatient. If you seek revenge from me in another ten years, I may really be killed by you by then. . But you have no chance now. Isn’t your fate ridiculous, to die at the hands of the same person twice in a row?”
An Zheng had never taken so many elixirs, even if they were specially prepared for him by Qu Liuxi. Many people say that relying on elixirs to improve one's cultivation is not really powerful, and is far less powerful than a practitioner who truly accumulates and gradually improves his realm. An Zheng was convinced that the young children of big families had strong cultivation at a young age, and they were often the product of accumulation of elixirs, spirit stones and various heavenly treasures.
Zuo Jiantang's eyes were full of anger: "Yes, you are right, but so what? I don't deny that I was frightened by you. You are indeed powerful. You have always been a shadow in my heart, but you are like this Didn’t you still die in my hands? Don’t you have a lot of gold-grade elixirs? Keep taking them.”
An Zheng stuffed another golden elixir into his mouth and grinned cruelly: "Anyway, now you and I are in a fight to the death, and no one can hold hands, ahem... Then I'll explain it to you. Listen, you are too seriously injured now, and the elixir I hit on the caltrops just now is an elixir that can dredge the blood vessels and speed up the blood circulation, speed up the release of the power of cultivation, and be used to become possessed. "
"Oh shit."
"I know how important the position of the heart is, so in order not to die, I modified my body after you died. But you are stupid, you have died once, haven't you thought that the heart should be modified? ?”
With a pop, An Zheng's wooden stick pierced Zuo Jiantang's forehead. The human skull is the hardest bone, but in An Zheng's hands, the wooden stick turned into a sword that can cut through iron like mud. The stick went in through the forehead and came out from the back of the head. Thick blood dripped down the wooden stick drop by drop, and the air seemed to freeze. It was so quiet that you could hear the sound of blood falling to the ground.
However, today, the amount of pills that An Zheng took could be drunk with wine if put on a plate. Those are gold-grade elixirs one by one. If any one of them is sold on the black market, it can be exchanged for silver to fill ten carts.
"Oh shit."
"There is really no more golden elixir..."
But he had to eat because his cultivation power was consumed too quickly. Even if Zuo Jiantang is incomplete, even if he is repeatedly plotted against, he is still a strong man of the third level of the Little Heaven Realm. In this era of decline in the practice world, the Xiaotian realm is almost at its peak.
Zuo Jiantang's eyes were full of anger: "Yes, you are right, but so what? I don't deny that I was frightened by you. You are indeed powerful. You have always been a shadow in my heart, but you are like this Didn’t you still die in my hands? Don’t you have a lot of gold-grade elixirs? Keep taking them.”
Zuo Jiantang's eyes flickered, and then he suddenly laughed wildly: "Isn't it the same for you? Even if you can kill me, the outcome for you will not be good in the end."
An Zheng looked frighteningly pale, and his body was trembling violently. His cultivation power was depleted too quickly, and relying on elixirs to replenish it was equivalent to emptying his body over and over again, and then forcefully filling it up again and again. The damage to him was no less than that of Zuo Jiantang. The medicinal energy permeated the surroundings, and what he and Zuo Jiantang endured were exactly the same. The reason why An Zheng's cultivation power was consumed so quickly was not just because Zuo Jiantang's cultivation power was stronger than his.
An Zheng stuffed another golden elixir into his mouth and grinned cruelly: "Anyway, now you and I are in a fight to the death, and no one can hold hands, ahem... Then I'll explain it to you. Listen, you are too seriously injured now, and the elixir I hit on the caltrops just now is an elixir that can dredge the blood vessels and speed up the blood circulation, speed up the release of the power of cultivation, and be used to become possessed. "
Zuo Jiantang's eyelidless eyes looked straight at An Zheng. There was no expression on his face except for ferociousness: "I want to see how you kill me."
An Zheng coughed a few times, as if giving up resistance, but then smiled strangely: "But I still have a purple one."
Purple light flashed in his hand, and the wooden stick couldn't withstand the power of his cultivation and shattered with a bang, turning into powder and fluttering. The wooden stick exploded in Zuo Jiantang's head, so Zuo Jiantang's brain also exploded at the same time.
Zuo Jiantang's eyes suddenly changed as he understood.
Looking for a place to hide
An Zheng grinned: "You were scared by me. The battle at Cangman Mountain scared you out of courage."
Zuo Jiantang's left arm exploded.
Zuo Jiantang's expression suddenly changed, and he wanted to stab An Zheng in the heart, but the wooden stick was gone. He was in a daze for a moment, then realized that An Zheng had snatched the stick away at some point.
Then he picked up the Broken Army Sword and threw it forward fiercely. It was his most powerful power now, surpassing the power of the seventh level of the Great Man Realm. Then he teleported and appeared on the Broken Army Sword, and flew out with his long sword.
Zuo Jiantang's left arm exploded.
An Zheng shook his head, blood overflowing from his mouth: "You are desperate. Your cultivation level is only like that, so you have no hope. You are willing to stay at the third level of the Small Heaven Realm because you know that you can never reach it again. A higher realm. Originally you could, but then you couldn’t. Why?”
Then he picked up the Broken Army Sword and threw it forward fiercely. It was his most powerful power now, surpassing the power of the seventh level of the Great Man Realm. Then he teleported and appeared on the Broken Army Sword, and flew out with his long sword.
An Zheng looked frighteningly pale, and his body was trembling violently. His cultivation power was depleted too quickly, and relying on elixirs to replenish it was equivalent to emptying his body over and over again, and then forcefully filling it up again and again. The damage to him was no less than that of Zuo Jiantang. The medicinal energy permeated the surroundings, and what he and Zuo Jiantang endured were exactly the same. The reason why An Zheng's cultivation power was consumed so quickly was not just because Zuo Jiantang's cultivation power was stronger than his.
Is this really retribution
He didn't see An Zheng stuffing the last pill into his mouth as he flew back. That was An Zheng's bet... He didn't know if the elixir was real, or if it was just the shit of that madman Zi Luo.
"You should have a good future. With your talent, it will not be difficult to surpass me in the future. But you are too impatient. If you seek revenge from me in another ten years, I may really be killed by you by then. . But you have no chance now. Isn’t your fate ridiculous, to die at the hands of the same person twice in a row?”
Zuo Jiantang's eyes were full of anger: "Yes, you are right, but so what? I don't deny that I was frightened by you. You are indeed powerful. You have always been a shadow in my heart, but you are like this Didn’t you still die in my hands? Don’t you have a lot of gold-grade elixirs? Keep taking them.”
Zuo Jiantang waved his right hand, and he still held a phalanx of his left hand in his right hand. With just a wave, an illusory sword shadow instantly appeared on the finger bones of his left hand. It grew larger in the wind, and the long sword shrouded in purple light sent An Zheng's Army-Breaking Sword flying away.
Is this really retribution
However, it was really a purple elixir, and it was really powerful.
"Ah, this is Dou Mi."
But he had to eat because his cultivation power was consumed too quickly. Even if Zuo Jiantang is incomplete, even if he is repeatedly plotted against, he is still a strong man of the third level of the Little Heaven Realm. In this era of decline in the practice world, the Xiaotian realm is almost at its peak.
Nine minutes.
An Zheng shook his head, blood overflowing from his mouth: "You are desperate. Your cultivation level is only like that, so you have no hope. You are willing to stay at the third level of the Small Heaven Realm because you know that you can never reach it again. A higher realm. Originally you could, but then you couldn’t. Why?”
"I have replenished the elixir, but you can't move now."
An Zheng stood up, the power of cultivation filling his body.
"You should have a good future. With your talent, it will not be difficult to surpass me in the future. But you are too impatient. If you seek revenge from me in another ten years, I may really be killed by you by then. . But you have no chance now. Isn’t your fate ridiculous, to die at the hands of the same person twice in a row?”
Still not working
"You should have a good future. With your talent, it will not be difficult to surpass me in the future. But you are too impatient. If you seek revenge from me in another ten years, I may really be killed by you by then. . But you have no chance now. Isn’t your fate ridiculous, to die at the hands of the same person twice in a row?”
An Zheng coughed a few times, as if giving up resistance, but then smiled strangely: "But I still have a purple one."
But now, does everything seem to be meaningless
With a pop, An Zheng's wooden stick pierced Zuo Jiantang's forehead. The human skull is the hardest bone, but in An Zheng's hands, the wooden stick turned into a sword that can cut through iron like mud. The stick went in through the forehead and came out from the back of the head. Thick blood dripped down the wooden stick drop by drop, and the air seemed to freeze. It was so quiet that you could hear the sound of blood falling to the ground.
Boom!
"If I had known it was true, I should have eaten it a long time ago. In that case, I wouldn't have suffered so many injuries. It hurts... But think about it, it might really be a piece of shit, so you need courage to eat it. , It’s also very nauseating. If it wasn’t for the terrible pain, I would have vomited.”
Boom!
Looking for a place to hide
Purple light flashed in his hand, and the wooden stick couldn't withstand the power of his cultivation and shattered with a bang, turning into powder and fluttering. The wooden stick exploded in Zuo Jiantang's head, so Zuo Jiantang's brain also exploded at the same time.
With a pop, An Zheng's wooden stick pierced Zuo Jiantang's forehead. The human skull is the hardest bone, but in An Zheng's hands, the wooden stick turned into a sword that can cut through iron like mud. The stick went in through the forehead and came out from the back of the head. Thick blood dripped down the wooden stick drop by drop, and the air seemed to freeze. It was so quiet that you could hear the sound of blood falling to the ground.
Zuo Jiantang's eyes flickered, and then he suddenly laughed wildly: "Isn't it the same for you? Even if you can kill me, the outcome for you will not be good in the end."
"Oh shit."
However, today, the amount of pills that An Zheng took could be drunk with wine if put on a plate. Those are gold-grade elixirs one by one. If any one of them is sold on the black market, it can be exchanged for silver to fill ten carts.
Zuo Jiantang is dead. He is the second most important person among his enemies. It feels really good, even though my body hurts a lot. But An Zheng still grinned like an idiot and sat on the broken sword, blowing it so hard that his lips were trembling.
Zuo Jiantang's eyes flickered, and then he suddenly laughed wildly: "Isn't it the same for you? Even if you can kill me, the outcome for you will not be good in the end."
"Elixir kills people?"
However, today, the amount of pills that An Zheng took could be drunk with wine if put on a plate. Those are gold-grade elixirs one by one. If any one of them is sold on the black market, it can be exchanged for silver to fill ten carts.
"Oh shit."
Zuo Jiantang is dead. He is the second most important person among his enemies. It feels really good, even though my body hurts a lot. But An Zheng still grinned like an idiot and sat on the broken sword, blowing it so hard that his lips were trembling.
Then he picked up the Broken Army Sword and threw it forward fiercely. It was his most powerful power now, surpassing the power of the seventh level of the Great Man Realm. Then he teleported and appeared on the Broken Army Sword, and flew out with his long sword.
An Zheng's body had at least a dozen bloody holes from the front and back. Because he was too weak, even the Holy Fish Scales had no time to react just now. After all, he was a strong man in the Little Heaven Realm... There was still a huge gap in reaction speed.
Once a person becomes obsessed with cultivation, a large amount of unreleasable cultivation power will accumulate in his body. In this case, if you want people to survive, you must dredge the power of cultivation accumulated in the body. The treatment method is often to release all the power of the person's cultivation, so as to save life, but the result can only be... this person becomes a useless person.
Zuo Jiantang's eyes flickered, and then he suddenly laughed wildly: "Isn't it the same for you? Even if you can kill me, the outcome for you will not be good in the end."
With a pop, An Zheng's wooden stick pierced Zuo Jiantang's forehead. The human skull is the hardest bone, but in An Zheng's hands, the wooden stick turned into a sword that can cut through iron like mud. The stick went in through the forehead and came out from the back of the head. Thick blood dripped down the wooden stick drop by drop, and the air seemed to freeze. It was so quiet that you could hear the sound of blood falling to the ground.
Is this really retribution
Zuo Jiantang's eyes suddenly changed as he understood.
An Zheng spat a mouthful of blood: "It's actually true."
However, you need to take medicine when you are sick, and the same goes for when you are injured.
An Zheng shook his head, blood overflowing from his mouth: "You are desperate. Your cultivation level is only like that, so you have no hope. You are willing to stay at the third level of the Small Heaven Realm because you know that you can never reach it again. A higher realm. Originally you could, but then you couldn’t. Why?”
His main hand is his left hand, and his sword is also his left hand. But at this moment, in order to survive, he had to blow up his left hand. The entire arm was blown to pieces. No longer holding the broken sword, An Zheng's body suddenly lost its restraints. However, the arm exploded too abruptly. At such a close distance, all the bones were blasted away like machine gun fire. An Zheng's body was full of bloody holes.
Zuo Jiantang's eyes suddenly changed as he understood.
However, today, the amount of pills that An Zheng took could be drunk with wine if put on a plate. Those are gold-grade elixirs one by one. If any one of them is sold on the black market, it can be exchanged for silver to fill ten carts.
Nine minutes.
Purple light flashed in his hand, and the wooden stick couldn't withstand the power of his cultivation and shattered with a bang, turning into powder and fluttering. The wooden stick exploded in Zuo Jiantang's head, so Zuo Jiantang's brain also exploded at the same time.
An Zheng had never taken so many elixirs, even if they were specially prepared for him by Qu Liuxi. Many people say that relying on elixirs to improve one's cultivation is not really powerful, and is far less powerful than a practitioner who truly accumulates and gradually improves his realm. An Zheng was convinced that the young children of big families had strong cultivation at a young age, and they were often the product of accumulation of elixirs, spirit stones and various heavenly treasures.
Is this really retribution
Zuo Jiantang's eyelidless eyes looked straight at An Zheng. There was no expression on his face except for ferociousness: "I want to see how you kill me."
An Zheng spat a mouthful of blood: "It's actually true."
An Zheng sneered.
An Zheng had never taken so many elixirs, even if they were specially prepared for him by Qu Liuxi. Many people say that relying on elixirs to improve one's cultivation is not really powerful, and is far less powerful than a practitioner who truly accumulates and gradually improves his realm. An Zheng was convinced that the young children of big families had strong cultivation at a young age, and they were often the product of accumulation of elixirs, spirit stones and various heavenly treasures.
"besides."
An Zheng spat a mouthful of blood: "It's actually true."
"Actually, even without this purple-grade elixir, I can still kill you, but I don't feel at ease. What I'm most afraid of is your left hand, but you are such an idiot. After listening to a few words from me, your left arm exploded. Open it, if your left arm keeps... Oh, of course I still have the purple pill, so no matter what you think, you are dead."
"besides."
An Zheng had never taken so many elixirs, even if they were specially prepared for him by Qu Liuxi. Many people say that relying on elixirs to improve one's cultivation is not really powerful, and is far less powerful than a practitioner who truly accumulates and gradually improves his realm. An Zheng was convinced that the young children of big families had strong cultivation at a young age, and they were often the product of accumulation of elixirs, spirit stones and various heavenly treasures.
An Zheng shook his head, blood overflowing from his mouth: "You are desperate. Your cultivation level is only like that, so you have no hope. You are willing to stay at the third level of the Small Heaven Realm because you know that you can never reach it again. A higher realm. Originally you could, but then you couldn’t. Why?”
An Zheng looked frighteningly pale, and his body was trembling violently. His cultivation power was depleted too quickly, and relying on elixirs to replenish it was equivalent to emptying his body over and over again, and then forcefully filling it up again and again. The damage to him was no less than that of Zuo Jiantang. The medicinal energy permeated the surroundings, and what he and Zuo Jiantang endured were exactly the same. The reason why An Zheng's cultivation power was consumed so quickly was not just because Zuo Jiantang's cultivation power was stronger than his.
"I have replenished the elixir, but you can't move now."
Zuo Jiantang was shocked and cursed, how could he think about such things. Although he had lost his left arm and his cultivation had regressed by at least fifty years. Even if he recovered, he would at most be able to return to the peak of the Great Man Realm and never regain the glory of the Small Heaven Realm. But at least he had survived, right? The Great Man Realm is the Great Man Realm, even if he is no longer the Temple General. Anyway, it seems that the Holy Emperor has also doubted him. It is not a bad thing to leave the court, a place of right and wrong.
However, today, the amount of pills that An Zheng took could be drunk with wine if put on a plate. Those are gold-grade elixirs one by one. If any one of them is sold on the black market, it can be exchanged for silver to fill ten carts.
"As long as your left sword is gone, you have nothing to fear."
I have calculated everything I can and used all the means, but it still doesn't work... because the gap is too big. He, a seventh-level practitioner of the Great Man Realm, can force a third-level practitioner of the Small Heaven Realm to this point. For his sake, if people in the world knew about it, they would already admire him beyond measure. Besides, he is still so young, and his future is much greater than Zuo Jiantang.
Zuo Jiantang's left arm exploded.
I have calculated everything I can and used all the means, but it still doesn't work... because the gap is too big. He, a seventh-level practitioner of the Great Man Realm, can force a third-level practitioner of the Small Heaven Realm to this point. For his sake, if people in the world knew about it, they would already admire him beyond measure. Besides, he is still so young, and his future is much greater than Zuo Jiantang.
An Zheng looked at the limp fallen body, with his hands on his waist, and thought about how he should express his mood at this moment. Then he thought of the way Du Shaoshou looked when he was proud, and he laughed... Then he stretched out his left foot, stood on tiptoe, held his waist with his hands, and shook his body up and down.
But An Zheng knew that he couldn't escape, even if he had one minute. Purple-grade elixirs can improve one's level of cultivation, but what's the point? It only lasts for a few minutes. In a few minutes, he would die because the elixir had lost its effectiveness, and he would not be able to run far at all. The Zuo family's pursuers would easily find him and cut his body into pieces.
However, it was really a purple elixir, and it was really powerful.
However, it was really a purple elixir, and it was really powerful.
Zuo Jiantang's left arm exploded.
He gritted his teeth and walked forward, leaving a bloody footprint on the ground with every step he took. At this time, there was only one thought in his mind, kill the young man in front of him quickly and never let him stand up. There is a terrible aura about this young man, that kind of paranoia and tenacity. Once he escapes, the next revenge will come soon.
An Zheng stood up, the power of cultivation filling his body.
"Ah, this is Dou Mi."
Zuo Jiantang's eyes suddenly changed as he understood.
An Zheng spit out another mouthful of blood, then turned and left.
Zuo Jiantang's eyes flickered, and then he suddenly laughed wildly: "Isn't it the same for you? Even if you can kill me, the outcome for you will not be good in the end."
Zuo Jiantang waved his right hand, and he still held a phalanx of his left hand in his right hand. With just a wave, an illusory sword shadow instantly appeared on the finger bones of his left hand. It grew larger in the wind, and the long sword shrouded in purple light sent An Zheng's Army-Breaking Sword flying away.
Zuo Jiantang waved his right hand, and he still held a phalanx of his left hand in his right hand. With just a wave, an illusory sword shadow instantly appeared on the finger bones of his left hand. It grew larger in the wind, and the long sword shrouded in purple light sent An Zheng's Army-Breaking Sword flying away.
An Zheng spat a mouthful of blood: "It's actually true."
Once a person becomes obsessed with cultivation, a large amount of unreleasable cultivation power will accumulate in his body. In this case, if you want people to survive, you must dredge the power of cultivation accumulated in the body. The treatment method is often to release all the power of the person's cultivation, so as to save life, but the result can only be... this person becomes a useless person.
"Ah, this is Dou Mi."
An Zheng spit out another mouthful of blood, then turned and left.
Zuo Jiantang's eyes were full of anger: "Yes, you are right, but so what? I don't deny that I was frightened by you. You are indeed powerful. You have always been a shadow in my heart, but you are like this Didn’t you still die in my hands? Don’t you have a lot of gold-grade elixirs? Keep taking them.”
"Elixir kills people?"
Still not working
"As long as your left sword is gone, you have nothing to fear."
He lay there and raised his head to look at the sky, his face was so pale that there was no blood left.
His body suddenly swelled up: "You shouldn't have told me."
Once a person becomes obsessed with cultivation, a large amount of unreleasable cultivation power will accumulate in his body. In this case, if you want people to survive, you must dredge the power of cultivation accumulated in the body. The treatment method is often to release all the power of the person's cultivation, so as to save life, but the result can only be... this person becomes a useless person.
Nine minutes.
Is this really retribution
Zuo Jiantang waved his right hand, and he still held a phalanx of his left hand in his right hand. With just a wave, an illusory sword shadow instantly appeared on the finger bones of his left hand. It grew larger in the wind, and the long sword shrouded in purple light sent An Zheng's Army-Breaking Sword flying away.
But An Zheng knew that he couldn't escape, even if he had one minute. Purple-grade elixirs can improve one's level of cultivation, but what's the point? It only lasts for a few minutes. In a few minutes, he would die because the elixir had lost its effectiveness, and he would not be able to run far at all. The Zuo family's pursuers would easily find him and cut his body into pieces.
"If I had known it was true, I should have eaten it a long time ago. In that case, I wouldn't have suffered so many injuries. It hurts... But think about it, it might really be a piece of shit, so you need courage to eat it. , It’s also very nauseating. If it wasn’t for the terrible pain, I would have vomited.”
An Zheng's body had at least a dozen bloody holes from the front and back. Because he was too weak, even the Holy Fish Scales had no time to react just now. After all, he was a strong man in the Little Heaven Realm... There was still a huge gap in reaction speed.
With a click, the finger bone was also broken.
But An Zheng knew that he couldn't escape, even if he had one minute. Purple-grade elixirs can improve one's level of cultivation, but what's the point? It only lasts for a few minutes. In a few minutes, he would die because the elixir had lost its effectiveness, and he would not be able to run far at all. The Zuo family's pursuers would easily find him and cut his body into pieces.
"besides."
"As long as your left sword is gone, you have nothing to fear."
Zuo Jiantang was shocked and cursed, how could he think about such things. Although he had lost his left arm and his cultivation had regressed by at least fifty years. Even if he recovered, he would at most be able to return to the peak of the Great Man Realm and never regain the glory of the Small Heaven Realm. But at least he had survived, right? The Great Man Realm is the Great Man Realm, even if he is no longer the Temple General. Anyway, it seems that the Holy Emperor has also doubted him. It is not a bad thing to leave the court, a place of right and wrong.
An Zheng spit out another mouthful of blood, then turned and left.
He leaned over with difficulty to pick up the branch, and then pointed it at An Zheng's heart.
That must look ugly.
"Elixir kills people?"
He gritted his teeth and walked forward, leaving a bloody footprint on the ground with every step he took. At this time, there was only one thought in his mind, kill the young man in front of him quickly and never let him stand up. There is a terrible aura about this young man, that kind of paranoia and tenacity. Once he escapes, the next revenge will come soon.
That must look ugly.
An Zheng looked frighteningly pale, and his body was trembling violently. His cultivation power was depleted too quickly, and relying on elixirs to replenish it was equivalent to emptying his body over and over again, and then forcefully filling it up again and again. The damage to him was no less than that of Zuo Jiantang. The medicinal energy permeated the surroundings, and what he and Zuo Jiantang endured were exactly the same. The reason why An Zheng's cultivation power was consumed so quickly was not just because Zuo Jiantang's cultivation power was stronger than his.
An Zheng had never taken so many elixirs, even if they were specially prepared for him by Qu Liuxi. Many people say that relying on elixirs to improve one's cultivation is not really powerful, and is far less powerful than a practitioner who truly accumulates and gradually improves his realm. An Zheng was convinced that the young children of big families had strong cultivation at a young age, and they were often the product of accumulation of elixirs, spirit stones and various heavenly treasures.
Zuo Jiantang's eyes were full of anger: "Yes, you are right, but so what? I don't deny that I was frightened by you. You are indeed powerful. You have always been a shadow in my heart, but you are like this Didn’t you still die in my hands? Don’t you have a lot of gold-grade elixirs? Keep taking them.”
But An Zheng was a person who refused to accept his fate. He thought of Qitian.
But now, does everything seem to be meaningless
Then he picked up the Broken Army Sword and threw it forward fiercely. It was his most powerful power now, surpassing the power of the seventh level of the Great Man Realm. Then he teleported and appeared on the Broken Army Sword, and flew out with his long sword.
But An Zheng was a person who refused to accept his fate. He thought of Qitian.
But An Zheng was a person who refused to accept his fate. He thought of Qitian.
Purple light flashed in his hand, and the wooden stick couldn't withstand the power of his cultivation and shattered with a bang, turning into powder and fluttering. The wooden stick exploded in Zuo Jiantang's head, so Zuo Jiantang's brain also exploded at the same time.
Once a person becomes obsessed with cultivation, a large amount of unreleasable cultivation power will accumulate in his body. In this case, if you want people to survive, you must dredge the power of cultivation accumulated in the body. The treatment method is often to release all the power of the person's cultivation, so as to save life, but the result can only be... this person becomes a useless person.
An Zheng coughed a few times, as if giving up resistance, but then smiled strangely: "But I still have a purple one."
"Is it a pity?"
Then he picked up the Broken Army Sword and threw it forward fiercely. It was his most powerful power now, surpassing the power of the seventh level of the Great Man Realm. Then he teleported and appeared on the Broken Army Sword, and flew out with his long sword.
But An Zheng was a person who refused to accept his fate. He thought of Qitian.
Nine minutes.
He lay there and raised his head to look at the sky, his face was so pale that there was no blood left.
Still not working
Fly far, far away.
However, it was really a purple elixir, and it was really powerful.
But now, does everything seem to be meaningless
Zuo Jiantang's eyes flickered, and then he suddenly laughed wildly: "Isn't it the same for you? Even if you can kill me, the outcome for you will not be good in the end."
An Zheng looked at the limp fallen body, with his hands on his waist, and thought about how he should express his mood at this moment. Then he thought of the way Du Shaoshou looked when he was proud, and he laughed... Then he stretched out his left foot, stood on tiptoe, held his waist with his hands, and shook his body up and down.
An Zheng had never taken so many elixirs, even if they were specially prepared for him by Qu Liuxi. Many people say that relying on elixirs to improve one's cultivation is not really powerful, and is far less powerful than a practitioner who truly accumulates and gradually improves his realm. An Zheng was convinced that the young children of big families had strong cultivation at a young age, and they were often the product of accumulation of elixirs, spirit stones and various heavenly treasures.
Is this really retribution
Zuo Jiantang is dead. He is the second most important person among his enemies. It feels really good, even though my body hurts a lot. But An Zheng still grinned like an idiot and sat on the broken sword, blowing it so hard that his lips were trembling.
Still not working
Then he picked up the Broken Army Sword and threw it forward fiercely. It was his most powerful power now, surpassing the power of the seventh level of the Great Man Realm. Then he teleported and appeared on the Broken Army Sword, and flew out with his long sword.
An Zheng coughed a few times, as if giving up resistance, but then smiled strangely: "But I still have a purple one."
He lay there and raised his head to look at the sky, his face was so pale that there was no blood left.
An Zheng's body had at least a dozen bloody holes from the front and back. Because he was too weak, even the Holy Fish Scales had no time to react just now. After all, he was a strong man in the Little Heaven Realm... There was still a huge gap in reaction speed.
Zuo Jiantang's expression suddenly changed, and he wanted to stab An Zheng in the heart, but the wooden stick was gone. He was in a daze for a moment, then realized that An Zheng had snatched the stick away at some point.
An Zheng shook his head, blood overflowing from his mouth: "You are desperate. Your cultivation level is only like that, so you have no hope. You are willing to stay at the third level of the Small Heaven Realm because you know that you can never reach it again. A higher realm. Originally you could, but then you couldn’t. Why?”