Repugnant Gateway

Zuo Jiantang had no other choice. If he took the medicine, he would not be able to stop the feather arrows shot by An Zheng. It was Jiu Gang Tianlei, Zuo Jiantang's extremely familiar forbidden technique. In fact, he already knew it when the first nine-gang thunder burst, but he couldn't believe it.

At this time, he didn't have much time to hesitate in his mind.

Zuo Jiantang made the choice almost at the moment when Yu Jian arrived. The elixir in his hand was not sent in. Instead, he pushed his hands forward to block the blow with all his strength.

In front of him appeared a long sword with purple lights, not a magic weapon, but his sword spirit. A person who specializes in swordsmanship, can become a third-level strong man in Xiaotian Realm, and is close to the position of the general of the temple, its strength is beyond doubt.

However, it was the first time in his life that such a person was forced into this position by An Zheng.

An Zheng guessed that this would be the reaction of Zuojiantang, so when the sword shot out, it teleported. His teleport distance is far enough now, and this distance is calculated by his meditation.

The long sword with purple light lay in front of Zuojian Tang, and then quickly spun up, blocking the feather arrow.

A bang!

Zuo Jiantang's body flew backwards involuntarily, and the spirit of the sword looked a little uncertain. Even when the Western Region's Immortal Palace and the Buddha's great disciples met with the general monk, although Zuojiantang was always downwind, it was not so miserable. Of course, at that time, it was impossible for the general monk to kill him. After all, Daxi and the Buddhist kingdom had not torn their faces.

Once a senior official of the temple general Daxi was killed by the disciples of the Buddha, the war had already begun. At that time, it was blindfolded to pretend that no one knew anyone, and whoever won won the most.

Today's Zuojiantang is really embarrassed. After the seventh Nine Gang Thunder exploded, he was already completely out of skin. What makes him angry most is that until now his opponent has just appeared.

Zuo Jiantang looked too miserable. The entire back of the body was broken, and there was almost no blood or flesh. The remaining pieces of meat were hanging on the bones. The scene looked extremely horrible.

At this time, Jiugang Tianlei exploded in front of him. Under this power, his body protection could not be lifted up. Although the spirit of the sword blocked seven tenths of the power of Jiugang Tianlei, The missed two or three points are also heavy enough.

Half of his face was blown up, leaving a **** face on his left face. There was no meat on one side of the chin, and the bones were scattered. Further up, the cheekbones are gone, the eye sockets are still there, but the eyebrows and eyelids are gone, so the eyeball looks extra ugly.

The scalp on the back of the head was turned over to cover the front half of the head. As a result, this time the scalp exploded and the front scalp was lifted. Of course it wouldn't be too ugly if it was just bald, but it was scalpless and the skull was exposed directly.

The injuries on his face looked horrible. Although the injuries on his left side didn't look as serious, they were even worse. The position of the heart mouth can be protected, because his left hand is a long hand, and the subconscious reaction is that the left side resists, but the damage is too serious, and I can almost see the beating heart through the blood hole.

Zuo Jiantang like this, if seen by someone, would definitely not recognize it.

Ann had calculated the time, he had only ten minutes.

So he cannot delay for a second, because that second may make him lose all his efforts. At the moment when the last Ling Falei burst, An Zheng had already rushed to Zuojian Tang. He shook his hands and hit a handful of Tribulus terrestris, and went straight to Zuotang's chest and face door.

"Waiting for you to come out!"

Zuojian Tang, who looked so embarrassed and so miserable, still had the strength to fight back.

With a wave of his hand, those tribulus terrestris flew out and landed in the distance. And Anzhen's broken army sword passed through the iron tribulus jade and went straight to the heart of Zuojian Tang.

Suddenly, Zuo Jiantang reached out his hand, and the sword spirit that had almost broken before instantly became solid, and he spurted straight from behind An Zheng. If An Zheng does not return to defense, even if his broken army sword can pierce Zuotang's heart, Zuojian's sword soul can pierce his back.

An Zheng frowned, without any hesitation, continued to stab forward.

when!

The sword soul thorn of Zuo Jiantang is behind Anzheng, but dozens of holy fish scales all appear, blocking Anzheng's body. There is no magic weapon in the world that can pierce the scales of the holy fish, not even the current sword of the army. Any physical attack will be greatly reduced in front of the scale of the holy fish.

However, the spirit of the sword is not materialized, it is an imaginary sword spirit.

So no matter how powerful the scale of the Holy Fish is, it is impossible to completely block the sword gas.

With a puff, an illusory sword shadow pierced from Anzhen's back heart and pierced out of his chest. If it weren't for Anzheng to forcibly move his body between the flashlights, this sword could pierce Anzheng's heart.

After a puff, An Zheng's broken army sword also penetrated Zuo Jiantang's heart.

There was less than a second of relaxation in An Zheng's heart, because after all, the sword pierced the opponent's heart.

But soon, An Zheng's heart was raised.

Because he saw Zuo Jiantang's already damaged and invisible horror face, he smiled strangely.

Zuo Jiantang did not dodge deliberately because he was not afraid.

Broken Sword pierced Zuo Jiantang's heart and Zuo Jiantang's heart, but ... Zuo Jiantang had nothing. He lifted the incomplete left hand and grabbed the broken army sword, and the pair of eyes almost blindfolded by blood looked straight at Anzheng.

"You can't think of it? This heart is meaningless."

He clenched the broken sword, and Anzheng failed to pull out several times.

Then the Broken Army Sword began to turn red. It was the strength of two people who were fighting for the Broken Army Sword. Heiqi passed from Zuojiantang to Anzheng, Ziguang from Anzheng to Zuojian The impact from the other side of the hall, the two forces confronted the Broken Sword. If the Broken Sword was not a Zipin artifact, it would have been destroyed.

The temperature on the broken army sword is getting higher and higher, and the red one seems to be transparent. An Zheng's right hand holding the long sword burst out of a green smoke, and then the smell of burnt meat.

But at this time no one can let go, let go is death.

"Since I was on the Cangman Mountain last time, I saw that peerless powerhouses like Fang Zheng would actually die, and I began to think ... What is the biggest flaw of a person, which may be a head for ordinary people, but for spiritual practice In the case of the heart, it is the heart. If the heart breaks and I ca n’t die, then my enemy will double the probability of death. "

Zuo Jiantang said with a smile: "I just can't think of what I learned from Fang Zheng, and it will actually be used to deal with Fang Zheng. How powerful are you at that time, I almost even have the opportunity to shoot in front of you No. Looking at you now, even if you hurt me by some calculations, you are still too weak after all. "

He pushed forward slowly, and Anzheng's arm was pushed back.

The huge gap between the two people in the realm of strength is still reflected at this time. The small heaven and the grand manchuria are not only the difference in levels in numbers, but also the quality. If the two people's cultivation ability is described in a simple metaphor ... Zuo Jiantang's cultivation ability is Zipin, while the cultivation strength of Anzheng Daman is only gold.

An Zheng gritted his teeth without saying a word, because at this time he could not even speak.

"Do you feel it?"

Zuojiantang walked forward, Anzheng moved back, and the distance between the two was half a broken sword. The distance of Zuojiantang's hand moving forward is getting bigger and bigger, and the strength of Anzheng's cultivation is rapidly consumed, even the Shenlei Tianzheng that is going to be used at a critical time is not used.

Comparing with a strong person in a small realm to build a strong force, it can only be said that there is no chance of winning. But Anzheng has already fallen into it, and there is no way to extricate himself. The only chance is to win in the consumption of Xiuwei's power ... His Xiuwei's power is more than that of Zuo Jiantang. However, this is a paradox that can never be realized.

If An Zheng does not have a meander, it will never be realized.

But An Zheng has a woman who loves him deeply, and she is always thinking about what dangerous woman An An may encounter. Therefore, Anzheng carries many and many elixirs, and each one is specially refined according to Anzheng's physique. These immortals may only be of value to others, but for Anzheng it is life-saving.

Anzheng's blood-pearl bracelet twisted up, and a golden medicine with a golden peak peak flew out into Anzheng's mouth. An Zheng's pale face recovered a little bit of blood, and then began to fight back ... His hand moved forward, and Zuojian Tang began to retreat.

At this time, the two men's cultivation ability is all in the broken army sword, and An Zheng looks much better than Zuo Jiantang. At the very least, there are not many injuries on his body.

"Why are people like you so hard to die?"

Zuo Jiantang's blindfolded eyes looked at Anzheng with terrifying looks.

Anzheng recovered after taking a panacea and gritted his teeth back: "Because a person like you is not dead yet."

Zuo Jiantang sneered: "I know you must have made a lot of preparations to kill me, but when it comes to the power of cultivation, you have already lost. Even if you have the power to maintain cultivation, but you have Support? In three minutes at most, the master of my left will come. Can your panacea support you for three minutes, can you kill someone for you? "

An Zheng didn't answer, because his cultivation ability was exhausted again.

The second elixir flew out and drilled into Anzheng's mouth, supplementing the strength of the cultivation that Anzhen quickly consumed. However, under such a life-and-death showdown, the consumption of cultivation power is like a flood in the showdown, which is too fast.

"In the end you are still in my hands."

Zuo Jiantang said with a smile: "Jing Ling asked me why I had to kill you. I said, because you and ours are natural enemies. Even if it is not the time to die, they are also natural enemies. Natural enemy, why not? "

An Zheng gritted his teeth: "It turns out that he still has."

"Yes, with him, do you still want to kill him?"

Zuo Jiantang suddenly laughed: "Your cultivation capacity is exhausted again, do you still have a panacea?"

His left hand holding the Broken Sword was devoid of flesh, and his phalanx was holding a long sword, making a clicking noise. His bones are strong and shocking. He looked down at his left hand and smiled: "You must have found it. My best is the left-handed sword. Many people on the rivers and lakes know it, including my enemies. But you are all wrong ... What I am good at is The left hand, not the left-handed sword, do you know why? Because ... my left hand is my sword. "

He lifted his right hand, suddenly broke a phalanx of his left hand, and then thrust forward.

"Left-handed sword, left-handed sword."

puff!

A sharp sword emerged from the phalanx, directly piercing An Zheng's body. Anzheng's movements were already very fast, and he just avoided once again, Jianmang pierced his chest, this time closer to the heart.

It was at this time that An Zheng noticed that the heart of Zuo Jiantang 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, that is to say, he replaced the role of the heart with an instrument and magic circle.

"How many more times can you avoid?"

Holding the phalanx in his right hand, Zuojian Tang punctured again, Jianmang pierced Anzheng's body again, and Anzheng still avoided it.

Anzheng swallowed the third immortality, and then suddenly lifted the other hand to grab Jianmang.

Jianmang is the substantiation of Jianqi, grasping Jianmang, but An Zheng's hand is bleeding.

"You asked me just now, can Elixir kill people?"

An Zheng suddenly smiled: "Yes, but you don't know how to use it."

Zuo Jiantang's face changed abruptly, and this only happened, but it was too late. In the iron tribulus that An Zheng fought before, there was a panacea hidden in it, which was swept away by Zuo Jiantang. Those iron tribulus flew everywhere. Zuo Jiantang certainly does not care about these, but these are fatal.

An Zheng is constantly taking the Elixir, and the rapid consumption of cultivation power is amazing. That is precisely because of the effect of Elixir.

All around is the medicine gas of the Elixir, and the effect of this Elixir is to accelerate the circulation of blood. While Zuojiantang continued to pierce Anzheng's body, Anzheng controlled Tianmu to take up all the broken potions and stuffed it into the wound on Zuojiantang's back.