The reason why An Zheng had the confidence to argue with a cultivator of the third grade of a small Manchu realm was because he found that some changes had taken place in the blood cultivation bead bracelet. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info And this change made An Zheng feel happy.

"Let's use you to test how strong the purple fire of the Bagua Dan Furnace is!"

An Zheng's eyes lit up, and his body suddenly moved forward.

The name of the sword-wielding cultivator was Wang Yanli, one of the most outstanding cultivators in the history of Zhao Guoqing Songmen. He only practiced kendo for half his life, and his sword intent was simple and direct, and he was known as the one-word sword god in the rivers and lakes of Zhao State.

"Go!"

Seeing that An Zheng actually dared to rush towards him, Wang Yanli's eyes narrowed slightly, and the middle finger of his left index finger was put together and read a word.

The sword qi around his body had already formed an aura, like a balloon that had been blown up. An Zheng's forward action is equivalent to piercing the balloon. When the balloon bursts, of course, all the air currents will rush out of the breach. The aura broke through, and it was not the air flow that rushed out, but the one-word sword that Wang gradually left.

It's like the talisman drew a stroke in mid-air, and the sword was so sharp.

【Awakening】

An Zheng read a sentence in his mouth, and then the blood bead bracelet erupted with a burst of red light. Immediately after, a purple stream of air burst out from the Blood Cultivation Bead Bracelet. The purple light actually went away with a word of sword intent, and did not flinch at all.

"Open the Nine Nether Realms!"

As An Zheng's words fell, the purple light swelled rapidly, instantly enveloping Wang Wanli. The purple light formed a huge arc, and the transparent cover held both of them inside. Then there was a burst of bells that went directly into Wang Yanli's ears, and the bells were crisp, but when they entered his mind, it was like bursts of thunder!

Wang gradually separated his face and changed greatly: "Purple artifact!"

An Zheng pushed forward with both hands: "Kill!"

After purification, the Nine Demon Bells appeared, and even their shape changed. In the past, the Nine Demon Bells were nine bronze bells that looked rusty, but after being purified by the purple fire of the Bagua Dan Furnace, all the rust on them disappeared, as if they had been restored to their original state. The pattern on the bell is clearly visible, simple and simple. As soon as the bell came out, the entire Nine Netherworld was filled with the sound of thunder, but it was still a crisp bell ringing in An Zheng's ears.

In an instant, Wang Wanli's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he didn't expect that the other party actually had a purple artifact.

There is a huge gap between the cultivation realms of the two people, but when An Zheng defeated the seventh rank of the realm of prison desire, the power of the purple artifact that can be exerted is not the same as it was at the beginning. Why can't the value of the purple artifact be estimated? is because of its ability to defy the sky. If the strength is low, of course, the purple artifact will not be able to exert its huge power, but An Zheng's current realm can already allow the purple artifact to show its divine might.

On the surface, he couldn't see anything at all, but Wang Wanli's face became worse and worse.

"Get out of my head!"

Wang gradually let out a roar, and even his voice became hoarse.

His sword intent began to become violent, and the sword intent was like a bolt of lightning heading straight towards An Zheng. The scales of the Holy Fish flew out of the Blood Cultivation Bead Bracelet automatically, and its shape changed. The eighteen scales of the Holy Fish were divided into two groups, one of nine pieces. One of them formed a shield and stood in front of An Zheng, blocking all the violent sword intent. The other nine holy fish scales formed a blade like cicada wings, floating beside An Zheng.

Rumble!

The sword intent slammed into the scales of the holy fish in front of An Zheng, and An Zheng's body involuntarily took a few steps back. The footsteps were extremely heavy, and every step out of the ground was a deep pit in the earth.

"The third grade of the small Manchu realm, it's really strong enough!"

An Zheng pursed his lips and suppressed the churning qi and blood. After all, the other party is a cultivator of the three grades of the Little Manchu Realm, and his strength is far from being comparable to that of a cultivator in the Realm of Imprisoned Desire. But An Zheng is not an ordinary cultivator, not only does he have the best magic weapon to protect his body, but he also has an abnormally perverted body after being tempered three times from the Thunder Pool, the Huangqu Dan Furnace, and the Bagua Dan Furnace. If you can't beat Wang Wanli with two purple artifacts and three tempered bodies, then the purple artifact will have no value.

What An Zheng has to do is to block the sword of Wang gradually leaving.

What An Zheng is bearing is exactly what Wang gradually leaving is also bearing.

The voice of the Nine Demon Bells rang again and again in Wang Yuanli's mind, and the voice became louder and louder each time. Wang gradually felt that his head was about to explode, and that kind of pain could not be described in words. The voice not only shook his headache, but even the cultivation power in his body was shocked and began to become chaotic.

"Come again!"

An Zheng strides forward.

Wang Wanli's sword pointed at An Zheng, his hand was no longer as stable as before, but his sword qi did not weaken in the slightest. He held his forehead with one hand, gritted his teeth and rushed towards An Zheng. The invisible sword intent could not penetrate An Zheng's defenses, and he could only assassinate An Zheng with the long sword of the entity.

With a bang, Wang gradually left his long sword and stabbed it on the scales of the holy fish. An Zheng's body retreated again, and the king gradually pushed An Zheng all the way forward, and An Zheng's feet ploughed two deep furrows in the ground. The powerful cultivation power of the three grades of the Little Manchu Realm constantly bombarded the scales of the holy fish. It seemed that the long sword was just pressed against the scales of the holy fish, but the sword qi was impacting one after another.

An Zheng's chest was also suffocated for a while, but his strong physique allowed him to continue to persevere. And the blood bead bracelet began to share the damage for him, and the gold and second-grade herbs in the medicine field began to volatilize medicinal qi, replenishing the power of cultivation for An Zheng.

It seems that An Zheng is fighting alone, challenging a strong person who is a big realm higher than himself with the strength of the Seven Grades of the Prison Desire Realm. But in fact, An Zheng seems to have a strong and tacit team around him.

Anzheng's gums are bleeding.

But he knew that Wang Wanli was more uncomfortable than himself, and the distance between the two was already very close, and An Zheng clearly saw the bloodshot in Wang Wanli's eyes.

"The sword is good. ”

An Zheng felt the treasure on Wang Yanli's long sword, it was a golden magic weapon, which was close to its peak, and it could only be called the best of purple gold.

"Leave the sword and mend the gloom for me!"

An Zheng's mind moved, and the blood bead bracelet began to forcibly erase the breath that Wang gradually left on the long sword. However, Wang Wanli's strength was too strong, and the blood bead bracelet tried three times in a row but failed. However, after three times, Wang gradually deli's control of the long sword had obviously become less stable than before.

Boom! Boom!

Wang gradually felt that his head was about to explode, and the sound wave continued to bombard his head, making him almost insane. A bag bulged out of his forehead, and then the bag burst open, and a stream of blood shot out of it. Then the sound waves visible to the naked eye spurted out of his brain, and the sound waves were invisible, but the sound waves with blood could be seen clearly. Circles of red ripples rushed out of his head, and after Wang gradually let out a wail, the long sword in his hand finally couldn't hold it, and he fell down.

The snatching function of the blood bead was turned on again, and the breath of the king on the long sword was finally erased, and the light of the long sword was directly sucked into the blood bead bracelet in a flash.

A voice appeared in An Zheng's mind...... [Red Practicing Sword]

[Red Lian Sword, Gold Nine Grade Magic Weapon, made of red Lian Crystal Iron in Danxia Mountain, formed two hundred and thirty years ago. Red Temper Crystal Iron ranks third among the materials of the craft, it is strong and fast, and it is most suitable for fire attribute cultivators. 】

The material of the craft, the recognized number one on the rivers and lakes is, of course, the star pattern meteoric iron, the second place is the Great Venus dragon pattern steel, and the third place is this red crystal iron. Unlike star-patterned meteorite iron and Venus dragon-patterned steel, Chilian crystalline iron is not meteoric iron, but a unique substance in Danxia Mountain. It is rumored that in the past five hundred years, the red refined crystal iron found in Danxia Mountain has not exceeded 100 catties. And this red sword is at least one hundred and ten catties heavy, which means that only this sword has been made in five hundred years.

Boom!

A mist of blood burst out on the back of Wang Wanli's head, and another sound wave rushed out of his brain.

After the Nine Demon Bells passed through the essence of the Bagua Dan Furnace, their power was even more domineering than before. Once that bell enters the enemy's mind, unless the enemy's strength is really strong enough to fight against the Purple Artifact, there is no way to get rid of this interference at all. Even if a cultivator with stronger strength than Wang Wanli may not be directly hit by the sound wave, his head will definitely be distracted, and he will definitely separate a large part of his cultivation power to resist this kind of ringing. The master fights, once distracted, everyone knows what it means.

Wang Wanli's body fell, and An Zheng's hand pressed on Wang Wanli's back. The red light flashed on the blood bead bracelet, and it actually sucked out the power of cultivation that Wang had not yet dispersed.

That is the power of other people's cultivation, if you forcibly inhale your own body, it will cause the two forces of cultivation to repel each other in the body, and eventually explode and die.

And An Zheng sucked out some of Wang Yanli's cultivation power, of course, he didn't want to become his own, even if it was a more powerful Great Manchu Realm cultivator or even a Little Heaven Realm cultivator, it was impossible to absorb the cultivation power of others. Each person's cultivation power is unique, and absorbing the cultivation power of others is tantamount to taking poison.

An Zheng temporarily stored this cultivation power in the blood cultivation bead bracelet, and then looked down at the space magic weapon that had fallen from Wang Yanli's side.

After Wang gradually separated from the bloodline, the power of the bloodline could not be sustained, and the space magic weapon fell out uncontrollably.

An Zheng picked up the space magic weapon, and didn't have time to see what was inside, so he directly put it into the blood bead bracelet.

He looked up at the chariot in the distance, and the killing intent on the chariot was even stronger than before.

Bang bang bang!

A burst of applause came from the chariot, seemingly with some sarcasm.

"It's amazing, the rivers and lakes are really the rivers and lakes of your young people. I have long heard that there is a young genius in Yan Kingdom, who not only tries to turn the tide and protect Yan Kingdom, but also has an amazing talent for his own cultivation. An Guogong, you really impressed the old man today. ”

The curtain of the chariot was opened, and an old man with a white beard could be seen sitting in the carriage from the outside. On the surface, the man looked like he was about seventy years old. But in fact, as an old minister of the two dynasties of the Zhao State, Sima Zhenru, the prime minister of Zuo, is already more than 100 years old. It is rumored that he is one hundred and twenty years old, but in fact, even King Zhao doesn't know how old Sima Zhenru is.

"There are talents from generation to generation. ”

Sima Zhenru exclaimed: "The Yan country has a young man like you, and he will definitely surpass other countries one day." So...... You can't live anymore. ”

His hand stretched out from the chariot and pointed at An Zheng: "Kill him, the head is hanging on the ruins of Song City, I came out this time in a hurry, I have to quickly rush to Fang Gu City to see the little Yan King named Mu Qidao." ”

The sword-holding cultivator standing on his left nodded, "My subordinates know. ”

Sima Zhenru said: "Your junior brother died very miserably, and he also lost the cultivators of the Zhao Kingdom. After forty-eight years of practice, he is not as good as a descendant. If you also lose, if he doesn't kill you, you can kill yourself. ”

The cultivator holding the sword snorted: "I kill the king and leave, it is even easier than him." ”

He stepped out, his face full of confidence: "Just a sword." ”