Maybe for Xun Zhiwen, this is just an ordinary day. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He would never have thought that An Zheng had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and came to him with memories of the past to take revenge. He was already deceiving himself, telling himself that he had forgotten about it.

However, human memory is stubborn most of the time, especially when it comes to hatred.

Seven or eight warships began to bombard frantically around a wooden building, which was the standard warship of the Daxi military, and the artillery fire was a rune-blessed artillery, not to mention an ordinary wooden building, even if it was a mountain, it had been razed to the ground at this time.

In the midst of the fire, the light on the scales of the holy fish became brighter and brighter, as if he was enjoying the thrill of battle, and as if he was mocking the enemy to his heart's content.

And Anzheng, left and right.

For Xun Zhiwen, the most infuriating thing is the ridicule and contempt of the young man who doesn't know his origin. The unknown defensive magic weapon actually moved quickly instead of completely sealing, which means that this magic weapon can accurately resist the attack independently, and the magic weapon is where the cannon fire falls. Therefore, the large floor-to-ceiling windows appear and sometimes are blocked, so that Xun Zhiwen can see the struggle between the left and the right from time to time.

The two girls, Lan Xi and Hongluan, were obviously pale with fright, but they didn't know why, seeing An Zheng's calm and relaxed expression, their fear became lighter.

"Childe, is there any grudge between you and the city lord?"

"Well, there is. ”

"What a grudge?"

"It's not a big deal. ”

An Zheng beckoned, and the coffee table not far away slid over by itself and stopped in front of An Zheng. An Zheng took out the tea set and tea leaves from the space ritual and placed them on the coffee table. Hongluan took a deep breath and stood up, straightened his clothes, and made tea for An Zheng.

She turned her back to An Zheng, and when she bent over, the short skirt couldn't hide her plump and white and round buttocks. This little girl is lazy and doesn't wear ...... Clothes inside.

An Zheng leaned back in his chair, holding the teacup handed over by Hongluan, and looked at the madness outside while sipping tea.

Until the artillery fire of the seven or eight warships outside was gone, the five-story wooden building was still safe and sound. An Zheng stood up and walked to the window, and with a wave of his hand, the scales of the holy fish in front of him immediately separated. He stood there, facing Xun Zhiwen on the battleship.

"Are you from the Holy Court?"

Xun Zhiwen asked with red eyes.

He became more and more suspicious that An Zheng had been sent by Chen Wunuo, otherwise how could such a young man have such a powerful magic weapon and such a calm mentality? This young man still had a kind of pride in his bones, so much so that the city lord of such a big city as him always looked at him with a condescending attitude.

"No"

An Zheng replied, "I am from hell." ”

"Hell?"

Xun Zhiwen laughed angrily: "If you are from hell, then you are a ghost?"

An Zheng smiled and replied, "Yes, I've been a ghost for a while." ”

Xun Zhiwen said angrily: "Keep banging for me, I don't believe how long his magic weapon can last!"

One of his generals replied in a low voice, "City Lord...... The artillery fire equipped on the battleship has been exhausted, this is not wartime, so ...... So the number of artillery fires equipped is not full. ”

"Get out!"

Xun Zhiwen kicked the general away, and then drew his knife: "Who is going to kill him!"

An Zheng stood at the window and said, "It seems that there is no artillery fire, so is it my turn?"

Lan Xi and Hongluan stood there, looking at An Zhengwei'an's back, both of them had an impulse in their hearts, impulsively wanting to rely on this person in this life, and never wanting to separate again. The man was so masculine and tough, and so thoughtful. Looking at the world, there may not be a more perfect man than him.

An Zheng pointed to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other.

In the sky, dark clouds rolled. Beneath the earth, droplets of water rise from the surface of the earth. For a moment, the air seemed to be filled with a burst of aura. Isn't water the gentlest thing in the world? Why does everyone feel the breath of death the moment the water drops up?

In the sky, purple lightning shuttled among the dark clouds, like an angry dragon one by one. Dense droplets of water floated around the ships, as if countless bullets were hovering there, waiting to be fired.

With a bang, countless tiny currents shot down from the dark clouds. The soldiers on the battleship avoided one after another. And those who have cultivated to be strong begin to resist.

"That's all?"

There was a rotating Tai Chi pattern on the top of Xun Zhiwen's head, blocking all the tiny currents that shot down at him.

"If that's all there is, I'm really overestimating you. ”

He looked at An Zheng coldly: "If I tell you where you come from, I may still have a merciful heart and let you go." ”

An Zheng: "I didn't bring a horse. ”

He reached out and pointed forward.

The water droplets hovering in mid-air, after being injected with power by the purple lightning, suddenly shot out towards the battleship as if they had just been filled with clockwork. Those droplets are really like bullets, densely packed with tens of thousands, at least hundreds of thousands, or even millions.

Think about how terrifying it is to have millions of bullets bombarding a place so intensively that even a mountain may be gradually submerged.

And the most terrifying thing is that these millions of bullets are not all, just the beginning. There were still countless droplets of water rising from under the earth, lined up like a reserve force waiting to rush up. As if they had their own intelligence, they lined up to go to battle. And purple electricity is like a source of their power. They line up, and the purple lightning recharges them, and when they are done, they charge at the enemy.

Before, the battleship was under constant artillery fire, constantly bombarding the wooden building.

Now it was a rainstorm of bullets bombarding battleships, non-stop, not loose.

A cultivator conjured a shield of light in front of him with the power of cultivation with all his strength, and the water droplets hit it, stirring up ripples one by one. It was so dense that the ripples were so dense that it looked as if the light shield was constantly changing.

This light shield is strong enough, but there are too many water droplets, so much that it makes people's scalp tingle. His shield of light lasted less than a minute before it was shattered by droplets. It was as if the glass bottle had been shattered, and it suddenly dispersed.

Immediately after that, those droplets began to bombard him, and at first his body protection true qi could barely resist it, but it was dispersed after a few seconds. This cultivator was continuously retreated by the water droplets, and the moment the True Qi of the Body Protector was shattered, the water droplets began to penetrate his physical body.

It wasn't one by one in a row, but hundreds of them pierced through his body almost simultaneously. So it wasn't the blood mist that was carried out by the water droplets behind him, it looked like a large cloud of blood mist had exploded on his entire back. The water droplets pierced his body and continued to move forward rapidly, so the blood that came out was also in a straight line. That picture is extremely terrifying and has a strange and bloody beauty.

In just a few minutes, all the battleships were battered.

A few more minutes later, the battleship scattered and fell from mid-air.

The only one who still insisted on hovering opposite the half-empty wooden building was the only battleship where Xun Zhiwen was. He relied on the powerful cultivation power of one person to block all the water droplets.

"Is that all?"

Xun Zhiwen gritted his teeth and spoke, because his angry voice was trembling: "If that's the case, I still overestimate you." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a dragon groan suddenly sounded from the sky.

A huge purple dragon dozens of meters thick poked its head out of the clouds and looked at the battleship condescendingly. The clouds were just a few dozen meters above the battleship, and the huge head of the purple dragon was not much smaller than the battleship, let alone the body still in the clouds.

The moment Zilong appeared, all the people on the battleship were stunned.

"Oh my god, what's that!?"

"It's a dragon, it's a dragon!"

The giant dragon formed by the purple lightning let out an angry roar towards the battleship, and then opened its mouth and spewed out a blazing purple light, Xun Zhiwen's face changed, and his hands pushed forward. A huge Taiji diagram appeared, blocking the purple light. But the moment the purple light and the Taiji diagram came into contact, the battleship was shaken violently, as if on the waves of the sea. The people on the battleship couldn't hold it, and they didn't know how many people flew down from it.

The battleship looked like a rocking pirate ship, with one group of people being thrown from the stern and another from the bow.

But this is not the end, when Xun Zhiwen has the right to resist the thick purple beam. In the dark clouds, the body of the giant dragon swam and appeared, and the dragon's tail swept over, slamming on the side of the battleship, directly smashing the ship's side to pieces. More people wailed and fell, and the ship crumbled.

At this moment, An Zheng's body shot out of the wooden building like lightning.

"Just wait for me here, don't go out. ”

When An Zheng's voice was still echoing in the wooden building, his people were already above the sky. In the middle of the air, a brilliant long sword appeared in the hand of the young man dressed in black. And the long sword, with a sharp edge that is unparalleled in the world, slashed down with a sword.

Rumble!

The hundred-meter-long battleship was cut off by this sword, and the battleship fell almost in half.

And Xun Zhiwen's body was unstable, and he was taken advantage of by the purple light, and the dragon swooped down at the same time and crashed headlong into Xun Zhiwen. suffered two heavy blows from Ziguang and Zilong in succession, but Xun Zhiwen was still able to stabilize his body, and quickly fell into the distance, and it didn't seem that he had received any heavy damage.

An Zheng was like a cloud, falling lightly from mid-air, standing opposite Xun Zhiwen.

Xun Zhiwen looked at the dark clouds in the sky that gradually dissipated, the purple dragon that went with the dark clouds, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and then shifted his gaze to An Zheng: "I have to say, it is not easy to have such strength at your age, but you still underestimate me, and I overestimate you." If you don't have any other skills, then it's you who will die. ”

At this moment, his expression froze suddenly.

"You...... What did you do?!"

Xun Zhiwen looked at An Zheng in horror, and his face instantly turned pale.

Because he sensed the danger coming from behind him, the fear of death.

"The first time I used this trick, I always didn't innovate, and even I thought it was too much. ”

An Zheng smiled, as if the enemy in front of him who was three or four small realms higher than him was not in his eyes at all.

Rumble!

No one knew what was happening, but a powerful Jiugang Heavenly Thunder with a forbidden art level suddenly appeared behind Xun Zhiwen, and blasted it out without Xun Zhiwen being defenseless, and the broken body fell into the distance with a puff of black smoke.

[Next Monday, Zhibai, who has both beauty and talent on the WeChat public account, will post a question and answer, a very simple question and answer question. But depending on luck and speed, the first friend who answers correctly will get a custom phone case, and the second one will get a custom mouse pad. 】