Feng Xiuyang still has the peachwood sword in his hand, and he had a battle with Feng Xiuyang when he was fighting in Fanggucheng, the capital of Yan Kingdom. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Fengxiu raises peach blossoms with peach wood swords, and raises resentful spirits with peach blossoms, and there is a power of reincarnation in that sword intent.

At that time, Feng Xiuyang and the current Feng Xiuyang were completely different, and at this moment, An Zheng was no longer the young man in Yan Kingdom.

A long time ago, An Zheng always had a feeling in his heart that he always felt that his opponent would be Feng Xiuyang. At that time, in the Yan Kingdom, Feng Xiuyang's strength was not outstanding. There was also a Su Feilun above him, and a Nie Qing. And now that so much time has passed, Nie Qing died on the battlefield in Eastern Xinjiang, and Su Feilun has disappeared.

The peach wood sword came out, and it was still full of peach blossoms.

This is Feng Xiuyang's enchantment, and he said that this enchantment was given to him by Zhang Zhenren of Wudang Mountain.

I don't know if it's true or not, but there's no doubt that the barrier is powerful.

The sword is out, and the peach blossoms are flying.

The young man in the Taoist robe who danced in the peach blossom fell looked so handsome and elegant.

An Zheng moved, and his surroundings were already covered with peach petals. He frowned slightly, thrust the broken sword down with both hands, and then snapped his hands together.

A light purple light suddenly appeared outside his body, and not long after this light group appeared, the peach petals flying in the sky arrived.

"It's so fast. ”

Individual physique is different, and the speed is different. Whether it is a cultivator or a martial artist, speed is actually the first element. Those who are fast enough will always have the upper hand when it comes to duels. An Zheng's speed was fast enough, but he didn't expect Feng Xiu's speed to be so outrageously fast.

In fact, this is a very simple truth, who is fast and who takes the initiative. Under the same realm, the same cultivation power, the same people, in this case, the advantage of speed can be directly transformed into victory.

A light purple light cluster appeared beside An Zheng, and the peach blossom also arrived.

Dangdangdang...... The sound of metal crashing is endless. Those peach petals, each petal carries the power of murder. An Zheng's body absorbed the defensive power of the Holy Fish Scales, and it was a strange and powerful fusion. The defensive power of the Holy Fish Scale has become part of An Zheng's own strength, which is actually equivalent to An Zheng having a double defense.

When the peach blossoms fell, it was as if someone had played the guzheng.

Just a moment, with a murderous aura.

The sound of the guzheng sounded, and the peach blossoms immediately shook out. With Anzheng as the center, the falling peach blossoms form a perfect circle. The peach blossoms that fall on the ground are like lines drawn by someone with a paintbrush, red, as if they have been sprinkled with bright red blood.

The peach blossoms are broken, and no peach blossom is complete.

In the distance, Feng Xiuyang's face changed slightly, and there was a hint of fishy sweetness in his throat.

"You don't know what yet?"

He swallowed the fishy sweetness, and he could still ask with a smile.

An Zheng shrugged his shoulders and did not answer.

"It's a powerful anti-shock force, but this defensive practice doesn't seem to be what you're good at. The defense of ordinary cultivators is only to counteract, but if I attack with ten percent strength, it is already good to be able to offset six or seven percent of my strength. The defensive technique that can be completely blocked is extremely strong. But your defensive technique has the power to fight back, and it's not your power that you use, it's mine. ”

Feng Xiuyang looked at An Zheng, where was there any hostility, but there was a kind of appreciation: "I have suffered the power of rebound, so I know better than you that this strength is about forty percent of what I contributed just now." ”

An Zheng smiled: "Do you think it's too low? I'll improve it when I look back." ”

Feng Xiuyang shook his head: "It's high, you haven't made a move, and the opponent has been injured by your anti-shock force, and this kind of competition can't be beaten." Why is God so unfair to others, let you have so much. ”

An Zheng: "It's not that God is unfair, but that you and I have different aspirations." You want to be enlightened by one person, and I want to punish the world. So I have to know more, understand more, others don't force me to learn, I have to force myself to learn, otherwise I will die quickly. ”

He pulled out the broken sword from the ground: "I like to attack, so whether it is a defensive magic weapon or a defensive exercise, I must be able to attack when it comes to my hands." ”

Feng Xiuyang: "You have the ambition to win the world." ”

An Zheng: "You talk a lot of. ”

Feng Xiuyang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's not easy to kill you, this is my enchantment." ”

He suddenly sat down cross-legged, and the mahogany sword floated in front of him. There is a Taiji diagram on the peachwood sword, which is actually rotating rapidly. The black and white fish chase each other and gradually become unable to see clearly.

"Sunset. ”

Feng Xiuyang raised his finger and pointed to the sky.

An Zheng: "What's the use of sunset?"

Feng Xiuyang smiled: "Sunset, it's not dark. ”

But it was still dark, and it was getting dark very quickly. An Zheng felt that when it was dark, he held his hands upward. Thirty scales of the Holy Fish flew out of his body, forming a huge disk. He held the disc in both hands, and then there was a boom!

It's really sunset.

A huge, indescribable black sun fell, and the black sun was dull and bright, like a huge stone ball. But this stone ball is too big to accept. It looks like an ant, holding a large watermelon weighing dozens of pounds.

But An Zheng is not an ant, and the sunset is not a watermelon.

And this is the enchantment of Feng Xiuyang, which belongs to him here. Therefore, the ground under An Zheng's feet became stronger, and An Zheng's legs did not sink. Ants can carry things that weigh many times heavier than themselves, but a large watermelon weighing dozens of pounds will still crush the ants to death.

An Zheng held up the sunset, and in the eyes of Feng Xiu, he was an ant about to be crushed to death.

"Isn't it heavy?"

Feng Xiuyang asked, and without waiting for An Zheng to answer, he continued: "I know this is not your limit, you can always surprise people. But your limits don't mean much to me either, because you really can't beat me. ”

He pressed his hands down.

At this pressure, the world suddenly changed.

Yes, this is his world, and he can change as he pleases.

An Zheng has become very small, perhaps it is Feng Xiuyang who has become very large. The sunset really seems to be only as big as a watermelon of a few dozen catties, and An Zheng really seems to be only as big as an ant, but the terrible thing is that Feng Xiuyang is still as big as a normal person.

He crouched down and looked at An Zheng with a compassionate and contemptuous look like a god looking down on a human being.

"Are you afraid of death?"

In his eyes, An Zheng was only as small as an ant.

An Zheng gritted his teeth and held up the huge watermelon, his hands and legs trembling.

Feng Xiuyang said with a smile: "A child who doesn't answer other people's questions is not a good child, and neither are you." Children who aren't good boys are punished, and you're no exception. ”

He stretched out a hand and pressed it on the setting sun, just like a normal person pressing his finger on a watermelon and pressing it down. However, there was a man underneath the watermelon, a man the size of an ant.

An Zheng's body bent down, feeling that his bones would all shatter in the next second. His hands were bent back, and the setting sun was already pressing on his shoulders and back. An Zheng, with his head down, moaned overwhelmed from the bones all over his body.

Feng Xiuyang is very proud, of course he is very proud. From a very early on, his goal was to defeat Anzheng, but in the past second, he didn't have that kind of confidence and certainty. Now that he has succeeded, he has crossed a huge shackle for him.

Anzheng...... It's his demons.

"You seem to be very persistent, and you are really an admirable person. I think you must be able to be sanctified, if you don't die. But how can I keep you from dying? If you don't die, how can I be holy?"

His fingers slammed down.

He must feel very happy, and An Zheng must be very cool when he is pressed under the sunset. It's as if he grabbed a flea that had been hiding on him for a long time and strangled the flea with his fingernails, and the moment he spurted blood, there was a pop of blood.

It's definitely cool.

But it didn't feel that good.

Feng Xiuyang lay on the ground, because he was very big and Anzheng was very small. He lay on the ground and looked at An Zheng, and then got angry.

"Why are you still holding on?"

"Why?"

"Why?"

Feng Xiuyang seemed to be perverted, looking at An Zheng and asking. He was so big that An Zheng could clearly see every pore on his face. Seeing too many things in his eyes that others would never see, he saw a deep, deep meaning hidden in those eyes.

An Zheng seemed to say something, but An Zheng was too small, so Feng Xiuyang didn't hear it clearly. But An Zheng just refused to be overwhelmed, and he refused to die like a crushed flea, which made Feng Xiuyang very annoyed. He jerked to his feet, then stomped on the setting sun.

For An Zheng, when the huge soles of his feet fell, it was as if the sky had fallen.

Rumble!

The waves of air swept out in all directions, and the foot stepped on the setting sun, and finally stepped on the setting sun. But Feng Xiuyang didn't mean to stop at all, he continued to step on it frantically, as if he didn't crush the watermelon. However, the real watermelon will definitely be trampled on, but it is not a watermelon, but it is really the sun in this enchantment.

"I don't believe you'll be able to turn over. ”

Feng Xiuyang stepped on countless feet and said breathlessly.

He grabbed the setting sun and threw it into the sky, and the sun flew back to continue being its sun. That distorted size contrast returned to normal, and Feng Xiuyang also returned to normal.

In front of him was a pit that seemed to be the size of a few tens of miles, and the ground had been shattered, and there was not even a piece of gravel the size of a little thumb. The place where the ground collapsed was squeezed by the setting sun and there were no fragments at all, not even fine sand, but only powder, which was extremely fine.

Feng Xiuyang stood on the edge of the basin, looking inside, looking for the shadow of An Zheng.

"I know you're dead, but I think I should do more. There aren't many chances I can get rid of, and if I get away with it, I probably won't have a chance to kill you again. ”

He beckoned to the sky: "Yuehua." ”

He said two words.

It was the sunset before, now it's the moon.

A white moon fell from the sky, and it was not a full moon, but a crescent moon. Some people say that the crescent moon is like a knife, and in Feng Xiuyang's hands, this crescent is not like a knife, it is originally a knife. He held the crescent moon and held his hands high.

The crescent moon began to turn, and it turned so fast that it looked like a full moon. Countless cold white blades were released from the rapidly spinning moon, increasing more and faster as the moon turned. Countless blades shot into the basin like machine-gun bullets, and ploughed through the basin over and over again.

"Dead ...... Dead and transparent. ”

Holding the moon, Feng Xiuyang looks like a monster.

The strafing continued, and the smoke and dust that stirred up in the basin seemed like a fog.