A face to a neck that could not be covered by a collar was covered with sarcoma, as if it could be broken and bleeding, it looked very disgusting and terrifying, but from the missing eye, An Yan still recognized who this monster was.

"Yu Chi Zihua." On that day, the man in black rescued Yu Chi Zihua, and since then there has been no news, and An Yan never thought that he would look like this when he saw him again, looking like a monster, but his kung fu was advancing by leaps and bounds.

People in the world practice martial arts, some people are geniuses and thousands of miles a day, and some people are dull and wooden, so they need time to accumulate slowly. Yu Chi Zihua's talent is good, but it is also good, so many years of achievements are placed there, even if there is a super exercise, it is impossible to improve to such a height in such a short period of time.

In fact, just looking at his appearance, he also knew that this kung fu came from the evil sect, and then thought of some of the evil arts rumored in that family, An Yan's eyes were a little darker, and some people must have a lot of plans.

Revealing his true face, Yu Chi Zihua originally wanted to cover it up, but when he heard An Yan call out his name without any emotion, he was immediately angry, if it weren't for An Yan, he would still be the eldest son of Yu Chi's family, or the famous beautiful man in the twin cities, not the current appearance of no one and no ghost!

"Die!" Yu Chi Zihua's voice was hoarse, as if there was metal rubbing, as if he was also in pain when he spoke. All of this is due to Anyan! The anger and jealousy in his heart rose to the extreme, he roared, and attacked An Yan again, it has become like this, he doesn't care about this life, as long as he can pull An Yan to be buried with him, he will die without regrets.

Obviously, An Yan also saw through his intentions, but for the crazy Yu Chi Zihua, An Yan just laughed lightly, but the undisguised ridicule in it made Yu Chi Zihua's eyes crack, and the movements of his hands were even more ruthless, the long sword seemed to be infused with blood, and where he moved, his whole body also exuded a thick bloody aura.

An Yan's face remained unchanged and took a few moves, his brows were slightly locked, the bloody gas on Yu Chi Zihua's body was abnormal, and the people in front of him kept killing, and the bloody gas was normal, but the bloody gas on Yu Chi Zihua's body had a stench, just like ...... A long-decomposing corpse.

What kind of evil art does that family have? What exactly do you want to do? This way, from the Western Regions to Dahan, many places are their shadows, and the old man, obviously knowing something, is not willing to tell him.

An Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was distracted for a moment, but Yu Chi Zihua firmly grasped it, what he was waiting for was such a moment, the long sword in his hand suddenly turned, and the originally straight long sword actually curled and swam like a spiritual snake, stabbing straight towards An Yan's chest, but An Yan still maintained the posture just now, as if it was too late to deal with such a change.

"Quack quack...... Die! Go to hell! Yu Chi Zihua smiled wildly, the sarcoma on his face was torn, and blood with pus and yellow flowed out, and the smell became more and more obvious, just smiling and smiling, the expression on his face suddenly froze, only the sarcoma on his face trembled, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and disbelief.

His sword was only half a point away from An Yan's chest, but he could no longer move forward a bit, and his chest was pierced by the long sword in An Yan's hand, his gaze moved from the sword on An Yan's chest to the sword on his chest, his mouth moved, and he wanted to say something, but he only made a series of meaningless sounds.

An Yan suddenly pulled out the long sword and shook it vigorously, the blood beads on it splashed, leaving only the smooth sword body...... Like a ghost.

Why, why did he become like this, and still lost...... He was destined to never know the answer again, and only a pair of dead glasses stared at him abruptly.

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