An Zheng had never taken so many pills, even if these pills were specially prepared for him by Qu Liuxi. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Many people say that relying on pills to improve the power of cultivation is not really powerful, and it is far less powerful than the cultivators who are really accumulating and gradually improving the realm. An Zheng thought that those young children of the big families cultivated to become powerful at a young age, and they were often the product of the accumulation of pill spirit stones and various heavenly treasures.

However, if you are sick, you have to take medicine, and it is the same if you are injured.

However, today, the amount of pills that An Zheng has eaten can be drunk if he puts it on a plate. It was a golden elixir one by one, and if any one of them was taken out and sold on the black market, it could fill ten carts in exchange for silver.

But he had to eat it because his cultivation power was consumed too quickly. Even if Zuo Jiantang is incomplete, even if he has been calculated repeatedly, he is still a powerhouse of the three grades of the Little Heaven Realm. In this era of the decline of the cultivation world, the Little Heaven Realm was already close to its peak.

"Pills kill?"

Zuo Jiantang's eyelidless eyes looked at An Zheng directly, and there was still any expression on his face, only hideous: "I'll see how you kill me." ”

An Zheng stuffed a golden pill into his mouth again, grinned cruelly: "Anyway, now that you and I are in an endless situation, no one can pull their hands, cough cough...... Then I'll explain to you, you're too seriously injured now, and the pills I just hit on Tribulus Terrestris are all pills that dredge blood vessels, accelerate blood circulation, and speed up the release of the power of cultivation. ”

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

Once a person goes mad in cultivation, then a large amount of unleashable cultivation power will accumulate in his body. In this case, in order for a person to survive, it is necessary to dredge the accumulated cultivation power in the body. The treatment method is often to release all the cultivation power of the person, so as to save his life, but the result can only be one ...... The man became a wreck.

An Zheng's face looked pale and terrifying, and his body was trembling violently. His cultivation power was consumed too quickly, and relying on the elixir to replenish it was equivalent to emptying his body again and again, and then filling it up again and again, for him, this kind of damage was no less than that of Zuo Jiantang. The medicinal qi was all around, and he and Zuo Jiantang were exactly the same. That's why An Zheng's cultivation power wants to be consumed so quickly, not just because Zuo Jiantang's cultivation power is stronger than him.

"I have pills to replenish, but you can't move now. ”

An Zheng sneered.

Zuo Jiantang's eyes flickered, and then he suddenly laughed wildly: "Aren't you the same, even if you can kill me, your result won't be good in the end." ”

"And. ”

Suddenly, his body swelled: "You shouldn't have told me. ”

Boom!

Zuo Jiantang'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 blow up his left hand. The whole arm was blown to pieces, no longer holding the broken sword, An Zheng's body suddenly lost its restraints, but the arm exploded too abruptly, and all the bones were at such a close distance, like machine gun fire, An Zheng's body was full of blood holes.

An Zheng's body involuntarily flew backwards, and in mid-air, he broke the military sword and shot out, and a sword went straight to the head of Zuo Jiantang.

Zuo Jiantang's right hand waved, and he still held a finger bone of his left hand on his right hand. With just a wave, an illusory sword shadow instantly appeared on the left finger bone, and the wind became larger, and the long sword surrounded by purple light flew An Zheng's broken army sword out.

With a click, the phalange was broken.

Zuo Jiantang's painful body shook, and if he wanted to move forward, he had to pay an extremely heavy price. The ground around his body was already red with his blood, and not far away was the flesh of his body. It reminded him of the day on Cangman Mountain, and the person on the other side was like this. Under the siege of dozens of strong men, his body was also so broken.

Is it really retribution?

Zuo Jiantang was shocked in his heart, and scolded, how could he think about this. Although he lost his left arm, his cultivation has been regressed for at least fifty years, and even if he recovers, he will at most recover the strength of the peak of the Great Manchu Realm, and he will never regain the glory of the Little Heaven Realm, but at least he survived, didn't he. The Great Manchu Realm is the Great Manchu Realm, and if he is no longer a Temple General, it seems that the Holy Emperor has already doubted him, and it is not a bad thing to leave the imperial court.

Looking for a place to retreat?

Not bad.

He gritted his teeth and walked forward, leaving a bloody footprint on the ground with each step. At this time, there was only one thought in his heart, quickly kill the young man in front of him, and he must not be allowed to turn over. There was a terrible aura about this young man, that paranoia and tenacity, and once he was allowed to escape, then the next revenge would soon come.

On An Zheng's body, there are at least a dozen blood holes that are transparent before and after. Because he was too weak, he didn't even have time to react to the scales of the holy fish just now. After all, that is the powerhouse of the Little Heaven Realm...... There is still a huge gap in reaction speed.

He lay there and looked up at the sky, his face white and bloodless.

Still doesn't work?

I've calculated everything I can and used all the means, but it's still not working...... Because the gap is too big, he is a cultivator of the seventh rank of the Great Manchu Realm, and he can force a cultivator of the third rank of a small Heaven Realm to this point, if the people on the rivers and lakes know about it, I am afraid that he will already admire him beyond measure. Besides, he was still so young, and his future was far greater than that of Zuo Jiantang.

Now, however, does it seem that everything is meaningless?

Zuo Jiantang moved to An Zheng's side step by step, looking down at the young man who was lying on the ground gasping for breath but had lost all his strength.

"Is it a pity?"

He looked around, and An Zheng's broken sword had fallen into the distance, and with the strength he had left, he couldn't walk at all. His left arm had been completely shattered, bones were flying everywhere, and he had lost his sword. Then he saw a branch not far away, which should have been left by the big tree that had been shattered during the fierce battle before, only about half a meter, and the thickness of a finger.

"You should have a good future, and it won't be difficult to surpass me in the future with your talent. But you're too anxious, and if you come to me for revenge in another ten years, I might really be killed by you at that time. But you don't have a chance now, isn't fate ridiculous, to die at the hands of the same person twice in a row. ”

With difficulty, he leaned over to pick up the branch, and then aimed it at An Zheng's heart.

"I know how important the position of the heart is, so in order not to die, I transformed my body after you died. But you're stupid, you've died once, haven't you thought that the heart should be changed?"

An Zheng shook his head, blood overflowing from his mouth: "You are desperate, and your cultivation realm is like that, so you have no hope." You are willing to stay in the third grade of the Little Heaven Realm, because you know that you will never be able to reach a higher realm. Originally, you could, but then you couldn't, why?"

An Zheng grinned: "You were scared by me, the battle of Cangman Mountain scared your guts." ”

Zuo Jiantang's eyes were full of anger: "That's right, you're right, but so what? I don't deny that I'm frightened by you, you are really strong, you have always been a shadow in my heart, but aren't you still dead in my hands this time? ”

"The golden pill is really gone......

An Zheng coughed a few times, as if he had given up resistance, but he laughed weirdly: "But I still have a purple one." ”

Zuo Jiantang's face changed suddenly, and he wanted to stab An Zheng's heart, but the wooden stick was gone. He was in a trance for a moment, only to realize that he didn't know when An Zheng had snatched the wooden stick away.

He didn't see that An Zheng stuffed the last pill into his mouth when he flew back upside down. That's a gamble...... He didn't know if the pill was real, or if it was just the stool of that madman from Ziluo.

However, it was really a purple pill, and it was really powerful.

An Zheng stood up, and the power of cultivation filled his body.

"If I knew it was true, I should have eaten it a long time ago. That way, you don't have to get hurt so much, it's very painful...... But think about it, it might really be a piece of, so it takes courage to eat it, and it's disgusting, if it doesn't hurt to death, I'll have vomited. ”

With a pop, An Zheng's wooden stick pierced Zuo Jiantang's forehead. The human skull is the hardest bone, but the stick has become a sword sharpened like clay in An Zheng's hands. The stick was pierced through the forehead and out of the back of the head. The viscous blood dripped down the stick, and the air seemed to freeze, so quiet that you could hear the sound of blood falling to the ground.

". ”

An Zheng spat a mouthful of blood: "It's actually true." ”

The purple light flashed in his hand, and the wooden stick couldn't withstand the power of his cultivation and shattered with a thud, turning into powder and sprinkling around. And the wooden stick exploded in Zuo Jiantang's head, so it also exploded in Zuo Jiantang's brain.

"Actually, even if I don't have this purple pill, I can still kill you, but I'm not at ease. What I am most afraid of is your left hand, but you are such an idiot, you burst your left arm after listening to my few words, if your left arm keeps ...... Oh, and of course I still have the Purple Elixir. So no matter how you think about it, you're dead. ”

"As long as your left hand sword is gone, what else do you have to fear. ”

An Zheng looked at the limp fallen corpse, stuck his waist, and thought about how to express his mood at this moment. Then he thought of Du when he was thin and proud, and he laughed...... Then the left foot stretched out, the toes touched the ground, the hands pinched the waist, and the body shook up and down.

"Ah, that's Shake Mi. ”

An Zheng spat another mouthful of blood, then turned to leave.

Nine minutes.

But An Zheng knew that he couldn't escape, even if he had a minute. The Purple Pill can improve the cultivation of a realm, but what's the point, it's only a few minutes. In a few minutes, he would die from the loss of the elixir's effect, and he wouldn't be able to get far at all. The pursuers of the Zuo family will easily find him, and then dismantle his body to pieces.

It must be ugly.

But An Zheng was a person who did not accept his fate, and he thought of Qi Tian.

Then he picked up the broken army sword and threw it forward, it was his most powerful power now, surpassing the power of the Seven Grades of the Great Manchu Realm. Then he teleported to appear on the broken sword, and flew out with his long sword.

Fly far, far away.

Zuo Jiantang is dead, and that is the second place in terms of importance among his enemies. It felt really cool and refreshing, although it hurt a lot on my body. But An Zheng still grinned like an idiot, sitting on the broken sword, his lips trembling as he blew.

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