Zuo Jiantang had no other choice, if he ate that pill, then he wouldn't be able to stop the feather arrow that An Zheng shot over. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info That's Jiugang Heavenly Thunder, a forbidden technique that Zuo Jiantang is extremely familiar with. In fact, he already knew it when the first Jiugang Heavenly Thunder exploded, but he just couldn't believe it.

At this time, there was not so much time in his mind to hesitate.

Zuo Jiantang made a choice almost at the moment when the feather arrow arrived, and the pill in his hand was not sent in, but pushed forward with both hands, blocking the blow with all his might.

A long sword shrouded in purple light appeared in front of him, it was not a magic weapon, but his sword soul. A person who specializes in swordsmanship, can become a third-grade powerhouse in the Little Heaven Realm, and is in a high position as a temple general, his strength is beyond doubt.

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

An Zheng guessed that Zuo Jiantang would react like this, so he teleported over at the same time as the sword shot out. He was teleporting far enough now, and the distance was calculated by his mind.

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

Boom!

Zuo Jiantang's body involuntarily flew backwards, and the sword soul looked a little uncertain. Even when the Immortal Palace of the Western Regions fought with the great trend monk, the great disciple of the Buddha of the Buddha Sect, although Zuo Jiantang was inferior everywhere, it was not so miserable. Of course, at that time, it was impossible for the general trend monk to kill him, after all, Daxi and the Buddha Kingdom had not yet torn their faces at that time.

Once a high-ranking official at the level of a temple general was killed by a disciple of the Buddha, then the war had already broken out in full force. At that time, he was covering his head and pretending that he didn't know anyone, and whoever won occupied more territory.

Today's Zuo Jian Tang was really embarrassed to the extreme, and after this seventh Jiugang Heavenly Thunder exploded, he was already exhausted. And what angered him the most was that his opponent had only just shown up until now.

Zuo Jiantang looked too miserable, the entire back of his body was already broken, there was hardly much flesh and blood to be found, and the few remaining strands of flesh hung on the bones, that scene looked particularly terrifying.

And at this time, the Jiugang Heavenly Thunder exploded in front of him, under this kind of power, his body's true qi could not be raised, although the sword soul blocked seven or eight tenths of the Jiugang Heavenly Thunder power, but the two or three points that leaked were heavy enough.

Half of his face was blown away, leaving the left side of his face with blood-soaked bones. There was no flesh 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 extremely ugly.

Originally, the half of the scalp on the back of the head was turned over and covered the front half of the head, but this time it exploded, and the front scalp was also removed. If it's just bald, of course, it won't be too ugly, but it's a scalp without it, and the skull is directly exposed.

The wound on his face looked terrifying, and the wound on the left side of his body, although not so serious, was actually more fatal. The position of the heart can be protected, that is because his left hand is a long hand, and the knee-jerk reaction is to resist on the left, but the damage is so serious that you can almost see the beating heart through the blood hole.

This kind of Zuo Jiantang, if it is seen, it will definitely not be recognized.

An Zheng counted the time, and he only had ten minutes.

So he couldn't delay for a second, because that second could have undone his efforts. At the moment when the last spiritual thunderbolt exploded, An Zheng had already rushed in front of Zuo Jiantang, and with a shake of his hand, he punched out a handful of thistles, and went straight to Zuo Jiantang's chest and face.

"I'm waiting for you to come out!"

Zuo Jiantang, who looked so embarrassed and miserable, actually had the strength to fight back.

With a wave of his hand, the thistles flew out and landed in the distance. And An Zheng's broken army sword passed through the iron thistle jade, and went straight to the heart of Zuo Jiantang.

Zuo Jiantang suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the sword soul that had almost shattered before instantly became condensed and stabbed straight from An Zheng's back. If An Zheng didn't defend himself, even if his broken army sword could pierce Zuo Jiantang's heart, Zuo Jiantang's sword soul could also pierce his heart.

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

While!

Zuo Jiantang's sword soul stabbed An Zheng's back, but dozens of holy fish scales all appeared, blocking An Zheng's body. There is no magic weapon in this world that can pierce the scales of the holy fish, not even the current Broken Army Sword. Any materialized attack will be greatly discounted in front of the Holy Fish Scales.

However, the sword soul is not materialized, it is an illusory sword qi.

Therefore, no matter how powerful the scales of the holy fish were, it was impossible to completely block the sword qi.

With a pop, an illusory sword shadow pierced through An Zheng's back heart and stabbed out of his chest. If it weren't for An Zheng's forcible movement between the lightning and flint, this sword would have pierced An Zheng's heart.

After a pop, An Zheng's broken army sword also pierced Zuo Jiantang's heart.

An Zheng's heart relaxed for less than a second, because this sword really pierced the other party's heart after all.

Soon, however, An Zheng's heart was raised.

Because he saw Zuo Jiantang's face that was already badly damaged, stealth and terrifying, he smiled weirdly.

Zuo Jiantang deliberately didn't dodge, because he wasn't afraid.

The broken army sword pierced Zuo Jiantang's heart, and also pierced Zuo Jiantang's heart, however...... Zuo Jiantang didn't have anything to do. He raised his mutilated left hand and grabbed the broken sword, and his eyes, which were almost covered with blood, looked directly at An Zheng.

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

He was holding the broken sword, and An Zheng couldn't pull it out after drawing it several times.

Then the broken army sword began to turn red, it was the cultivation power of two people competing for the broken army sword, the black qi passed from the left sword hall to the side of An Zheng, and the purple light rushed from the side of An Zheng to the side of the left sword hall, and the two forces clashed on the broken army sword, if the broken army sword was not a purple artifact, it would have been destroyed a long time ago.

The temperature on the broken sword is getting higher and higher, and the red seems to be transparent. Puffs of green smoke came from An Zheng's right hand holding the sword, followed by the smell of burnt meat.

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

"Since the last time I was on Cangman Mountain, I saw that peerless powerhouses like Fang Zheng would actually die, and I began to think...... What is a person's biggest flaw, it may be the head for ordinary people, but for the practitioner, it is the heart. If I can't die with a broken heart, then my enemies will have twice as many chances of dying. ”

Zuo Jiantang sneered: "I just didn't expect that what I realized from Fang Zheng would actually be used against Fang Zheng." How powerful you were at that time, I barely even had a chance to make a move in front of you. Look at you now, even if you relied on some calculations to hurt me, you are still too weak after all. ”

He pushed forward slowly, An Zheng's arm being pushed backwards.

The huge gap between the two people in the realm of strength is still reflected at this time. The small heaven realm and the great full realm are not only in terms of the level difference in numbers, but also in terms of quality. If the cultivation power of two people is described as a simple metaphor, it is...... The power of Zuo Jiantang's cultivation is purple, while the power of cultivation in the Great Manchu Realm is only gold.

An Zheng gritted his teeth and didn't say a word, because he couldn't even speak at this time.

"Do you feel it?"

Zuo Jiantang walked forward, An Zheng retreated, and the distance between the two people was half a broken sword. Zuo Jiantang's hand advanced more and more distances, and An Zheng's cultivation power was rapidly consumed, and he couldn't even use the Divine Thunder Heavenly Expedition that he was going to use at a critical time.

Competing with the powerhouses of a small heaven realm for the depth of cultivation, 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 cultivation power...... His cultivation power is more than that of Zuo Jiantang, but this is a paradox and can never be realized.

If there were no twists and turns, it would never have been realized.

But An Zheng has a woman who loves him deeply, a woman who thinks about what kind of danger An Zheng may encounter all the time. Therefore, An Zheng carried a lot of pills on his body, each of which was specially refined by Qu Liuxi according to An Zheng's physique. These pills may only be valuable to others, but they are life-saving for An Zheng.

An Zheng's blood bead bracelet turned, and a golden pinnacle elixir flew out and floated into An Zheng's mouth. An Zheng's originally pale face recovered a little blood, and then began to fight back...... His hand pushed forward, and Zuo Jiantang began to retreat.

At this time, the cultivation power of the two people was all in the Broken Army Sword, and An Zheng looked much better than Zuo Jiantang, at least, there were not many injuries on his body.

"Why is it so easy for a person like you to die?"

Zuo Jiantang's eyelidless eyes looked at An Zheng, looking extremely terrifying.

After taking a pill, An Zheng recovered a little, gritted his teeth and replied: "Because people like you are not dead yet." ”

Zuo Jiantang snorted coldly: "I know you must have made a lot of preparations to kill me, but when it comes to the moment of hard cultivation, you have already lost." Even if you have the power of the pill to maintain your cultivation, do you have backup? At most, three minutes later, the master of my left family will come, and your pill can support you for three minutes, can you kill people?"

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

The second pill flew out and burrowed into An Zheng's mouth, replenishing An Zheng's rapidly consumed cultivation power. However, under such a life-and-death duel, the consumption of the power of cultivation was like a flood that burst the embankment, and the speed was too fast.

"In the end, you died at my hands. ”

Zuo Jiantang sneered: "At the beginning, the sword spirit asked me, why did I have to kill you. I say, because you and people like us are natural enemies. Even if you haven't reached the moment of dying, you are still natural enemies, so if you can kill natural enemies in advance, why not?"

An Zheng gritted his teeth: "It turns out that there is still him." ”

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

Zuo Jiantang suddenly laughed: "Your cultivation power has been exhausted again, do you still have any pills?"

His left hand, which held the broken sword, was no longer fleshy, and his finger bones held the long sword, making a clattering and grinding sound. The strength of his bones is stunning. He looked down at his left hand and smiled: "You must have found out, what I am best at is the left-handed sword, and many people in the rivers and lakes know it, including my enemies." But you're all a little wrong...... I'm good at left-handed, not left-handed swords, do you know why......? My left hand is my sword. ”

His right hand lifted, and suddenly broke a phalanx bone in his left hand, and stabbed forward.

"The left hand is the sword, the left hand is the sword. ”

Burst!

A sword burst out on the phalange, directly piercing An Zheng's body. An Zheng's movements were already extremely fast, and he only avoided a single inch again, and the sword pierced his chest, this time closer to his heart.

It was at this time that An Zheng noticed that Zuo Jiantang's heart was actually not a heart, in other words, it was not an ordinary heart. His heart was made of steel with runes flashing on it, which meant that he had replaced the heart's role with a device and a magic circle.

"How many more times can you avoid it?"

Zuo Jiantang held the phalanges in his right hand and stabbed forward again, and the sword pierced An Zheng's body again, but An Zheng still looked at it and avoided it.

An Zheng swallowed the third pill, and then suddenly raised his other hand and grabbed the sword.

Jian Mang is the materialization of sword qi, grabbing Jian Mang, but An Zheng's hand is bleeding.

"You asked me just now, can the pill kill people?"

An Zheng suddenly smiled: "Yes, it's just that you don't know how to use it." ”

Zuo Jiantang's face changed suddenly, and he reacted at this time, but it was too late. The tribulus terrestris that An Zheng fought out before all contained pills, and they were swept away by Zuo Jiantang's palm, and those tribulus terrestris flew everywhere. Of course, Zuo Jiantang wouldn't care about this, but these were deadly.

An Zheng is constantly taking pills, and the speed of consumption of cultivation power is amazing, and it is precisely because of the effect of pills.

All around is the medicinal qi of the elixir, and the effect of this elixir is to accelerate the circulation of blood. While Zuo Jiantang continuously pierced An Zheng's body, An Zheng manipulated Tianmu to pick up all the scattered pills and stuff them into the wound on Zuo Jiantang's back.

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