Repugnant Gateway

Anzheng has never taken so many medicines, even if these medicines are specially prepared for him. Many people say that relying on the Elixir to improve the power of cultivation is not really powerful, and it is far less powerful than the practitioners who are really accumulating and gradually raising the state. An Zheng took it for granted that the young children of those big families became strong at a young age, often the result of the accumulation of elixir and various treasures.

However, if you are sick, you will need to take medicine.

Today, however, the number of panacea taken by Anzheng can be drunk if placed on a plate. It is a gold medicine, one by one. If any one is taken out and sold on the black market, it can be filled with ten carts in exchange for silver.

But he had to eat, because his cultivation effort was consumed too fast. Even if Zuo Jiantang is already incomplete, even if he is repeatedly counted, he is still a strong player in Xiaotianjing Sanpin. In this era of declining spiritual practice, Xiaotian Realm is almost at its peak.

"Elixir kills?"

Zuo Jiantang's eyes without eyelids looked at Anzheng straight, and there was still some expression on his face, only the grimace: "I'll see how you kill me."

An Zheng put another golden medicine into his mouth and grinned cruelly: "Anyway, you and I are also in an endless situation. No one can pull hands, cough ... Then I will explain to you You hear, you are hurting too much now, and the panacea I hit on Tribulus terrestris just now is the panacea for dredging the blood vessels to speed up the blood circulation and speed up the release of the repairing power.

Zuo Jiantang's eyes suddenly changed to the following, because he understood.

Once a person gets caught in the practice, he will accumulate a large amount of unrelievable power for cultivation. In this case, if you want people to survive, you must clear up the build-up power of the accumulation in the body. The treatment method is usually to release all the cultivation power of this person, so as to save life, but the result can only be one ... This person becomes a waste person.

An Zheng looked scary and his face was trembling violently. His cultivation force was consumed too quickly. Replenishing with Elixir was equivalent to emptying the body once and again, and then filling it once and again. For him, such damage was no less than Zuojiantang. The medicine qi is everywhere, he and Zuo Jiantang bear exactly the same. Therefore, Anzheng ’s cultivation ability will only be consumed as fast as it is, not only because Zuojiantang ’s cultivation ability is stronger than him.

"I have an elixir supplement, but you can't move now."

An Zheng sneered.

Zuo Jiantang's eyes flickered, and then he laughed suddenly: "You are not the same? Even if you can kill me, your results will not be good in the end."

"and also."

He suddenly swelled: "You shouldn't tell me."

A bang!

Zuojian's left arm exploded.

His usual hand is his left hand, and his sword is also his left hand. But at this moment, in order to survive, he had to explode his left hand. The whole arm exploded and shattered, no longer holding the broken army sword, An Zheng's body suddenly lost his restraint, but the arm exploded too abruptly, all the bones under such a short distance, like a machine gun shot An Zheng's body hit all blood holes.

Anzheng's body flew out involuntarily, breaking the sword in the air, and ran straight to the head of the left sword hall.

Left Jiantang's right hand waved, and he also held a phalanx of his left hand. With just one wave, the left phalanx instantly produced an illusory sword shadow, and the wind became larger, and the long sword with purple light smashed Anzhen's broken army sword and flew out.

With a click, the phalanx was also broken.

Zuo Jiantang's aching body shook, and he had to pay a heavy price to move forward. The ground around his body has been red with his blood, and not far away is the minced meat of his body. It reminded him that day was on the Cangman Mountain, and the same thing happened to the person opposite. Under the siege of dozens of strong men, the body is so broken.

Is it really retribution?

Zuo Jiantang shuddered in his heart and scolded, how could he think of this in a cranky way. Although he lost his left arm and repaired it for at least fifty years, even if it was restored, it would at least return to the peak strength of Daman Realm, and no longer the glory of Xiaotian Realm, but at least survived. Great Manchuria is great Manchuria, no longer General Sanctuary, isn't it, anyway, it seems that the Holy Emperor has already doubted him, leaving the court is not a bad thing.

Looking for a place to live in seclusion?

Not bad.

He gritted his teeth and walked forward, leaving a blood footprint on the ground at every step. At this moment there was only one thought in my heart, and quickly killed the young man in front of him, and he must not be allowed to turn over. This young man has a terrible breath, that kind of paranoia and tenacity, once let him escape, then the next revenge will come soon.

On the body of An Zheng, there are at least a dozen blood holes before and after. Because it was too weak, even the scale of the holy fish just had no time to react. After all, it's the powerhouse of Xiaotian Realm ... there is still a huge gap in response speed.

He lay there and lifted his head to look at the sky, his white face was no longer bloody.

Still not working?

I calculated everything that I could calculate and used all the means, but it still didn't work ... Because the gap was too big, he could be a practitioner of the seventh grade in a big world, and he could force a practitioner of the third grade in a small world. On this part, if it is known by the people on the rivers and lakes, I am afraid that I have already admired him for nothing. Moreover, he is still so young, his future is much larger than that of Zuo Jiantang.

But now, does everything seem to be meaningless?

Zuo Jiantang moved to Anzhen's side step by step, looking down at the young man who was lying on the ground breathing heavily but had lost all his strength.

"A pity?"

He looked around, and Anzheng's broken army sword had fallen far away, and he could not pass with his remaining physical strength. His left arm had completely shattered, bones were flying everywhere, and he had lost his sword. Then he saw a branch not far away. It should have been left behind by the big tree that broke down during the previous fierce battle. It was only about half a meter thick and had thick fingers.

"You should have a good future, and it is not difficult to surpass me with your talents in the future. But you are too anxious, if you look for me to revenge in another ten years, then I may really be killed by you at that time. .. But you have no chance now. Is fate ridiculous, dying in the same person twice in a row. "

He leaned over and picked up the branch, then aimed at An Zheng's heart.

"I know how important the position of the heart is, so in order not to die, I changed my body after you died. But you are stupid, you died once, do n’t you think about the heart, you should change it. ? "

An Zheng shook his head, blood spilled from his mouth: "You are desperate, and your cultivation ground is like that, so you have no hope. You are willing to stay in Xiaotianjing Sanpin, because you know that you can never achieve it again. Higher realm. You could have originally, but you can't later, why? "

An Zheng grinned: "You were scared by me. The battle of Cangman Mountain scared your courage."

Zuo Jiantang's eyes are full of anger: "Yes, you are right, but what about? I don't deny that you are terrified. You are indeed strong. You have always been a shadow in my heart, but you Is n’t it still dead in my hands? Is n’t there much gold medicine for you? Is there any? Continue to eat. ”

"Jinpin Elixir is really gone ..."

An Zheng coughed a few times, as if to give up resistance, but smiled strangely: "But I still have a purple product."

Zuo Jiantang's face changed sharply, trying to pierce An Zheng's heart, but the stick was gone. He tranced for a moment, only to find out that he didn't know when Anzheng had snatched the stick.

He didn't see that when An Zheng flew back, he stuffed the last medicine in his mouth. That's an contentious bet ... he didn't know if the medicine was real, or it was just the **** of Ziluo's madman.

However, it is really a purple medicine and it is really powerful.

Anzheng stood up and cultivated his strength to fill the whole body.

"I knew it was true, and I should have eaten it long ago. In that case, you don't have to suffer so many injuries, it hurts ... But think about it may be really a shit, so it takes courage to eat it. Ah, it's disgusting, if it hurts or it's dying, it's already vomiting. "

With a puff, Anzheng's wooden stick pierced Zuojian's forehead. The human skull is the hardest bone, but in the hands of Anzheng, the wooden stick has become an iron sword. The stick sticked in from the forehead and out of the back of the head. The sticky blood drips down the wooden stick, the air seems to be frozen, so quiet that the sound of blood falling to the ground can be heard.

"Oh shit."

An Zheng sipped a bit of blood: "It's actually true."

The purple light flashed in his hand, and the wooden stick couldn't bear the strength of his cultivation, and it slammed open, becoming powder, and fluttering. The stick was exploded in Zuojian Tang's head, so Zuotang's brain was also exploded at the same time.

"Actually, even without this Purple Pill Elixir, I can still kill you, but I am not at ease. What I fear most is your left hand, but you are so idiot, and after hearing a few words, my left arm exploded. Open, if your left arm keeps ... oh, of course, I still have Purple Pill Elixir. So no matter what you think, you are dead. "

"As long as your left-handed sword is gone, what else are you scary."

An Zheng looked at the softly fallen body and stuck it in his waist, thinking about how to express his mood at this moment. Then he thought of the way Du was thin and proud, and he laughed ... Then he stretched out his left foot, tiptoe on the ground, his hands pinched at his waist, his body trembling.

"Ah, this is trembling."

An Zheng took another bite of blood and turned to leave.

Nine minutes.

But An Zheng knew that he could not escape, even if he could not escape for a minute. Purple Pindan medicine can improve the cultivation of a realm, but what is the point, only a few minutes. After a few minutes, he would die because of the loss of potency, and he could not run far. The Zuo family's soldiers will easily find him, and then unload his body eight pieces.

It must be ugly.

But An Zheng is a man who does not admit his fate, he thought of Qi Tian.

Then he picked up the Broken Army Sword and threw it forward violently. That is his most powerful force now, surpassing the power of Damanqi Qipin. Then he teleported on the Broken Army Sword and flew out with his long sword.

Flying very far.

Zuo Jiantang is dead, that is the second place in his enemy's importance. It feels really cool and cool, although it hurts a lot. But An Zheng still grinned like an idiot, sitting on the broken army sword, his lips were shaking and shaking.