Obviously, he was already trapped and couldn't even struggle, but An Zheng was still in the mood to laugh. Pulling out his hand from the restraint with all his might, he shook two fingers, and said to Xu Freehand very seriously: "Cards, I also hid two cards." ”

At this moment, the white world suddenly broke.

Broken open for no reason and without warning, the sky and the earth are like two blank papers, this is the boundary of Xu Freehand, no one can write and draw on these two blank papers except Xu Freehand. This is his territory, he has the final say.

However, the white paper was pierced like that, and there was no reason at all.

The place where the stab was pierced was behind Xu Shuyi, and Xu Shuyi didn't notice it at all.

Maybe it's because Xu Xianyi's attention is on An Zheng, or maybe it's because Xu Xianyi didn't think that there was anyone else in Yancheng who could break through his boundary. He has enough confidence and enough certainty that this is not Asgard, there is no Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. The strongest cultivator here is An Zheng, but An Zheng has been completely controlled by him, and wanting to kill An Zheng is just a matter of his thoughts.

The paper broke a hole, as if there was a beautiful little daughter-in-law in the house taking a bath, and a bad boy licked his fingers outside the window, pierced the window paper, and his eyes swished in.

But it wasn't just the thief's swishing eyes that came in, there was also a person.

This person broke the window paper without warning, appeared behind Xu Shuyi without warning, and then added a stroke to this white paper-like realm without warning. With just this stroke, Xu Xiyi's flawless realm was destroyed.

A bowl of water looks so clear, that's the realm of water. A drop of ink was poured into the water, which looked like it was still water, but it was no longer pure water. A famous painting has nothing but the strokes of the creator, then this painting is the creator's realm, and in it is everything he has given. If a shameless collector puts his own stamp on this famous painting, no matter how big the shameless person is, it will be a kind of destruction to the painting. This painting is not the creator's realm.

The person who came in drew a stroke on the white paper, and the drawing was very ugly, so ugly that people couldn't bear to look at it directly. He is a person who likes to draw, but he has no talent for drawing, he has been drawing for a long time but still can't draw a straight line well. But that doesn't stop him from liking drawing, and no one can stop him from liking it.

His name is Ye Qidao, and he ...... Not among the six realms.

Therefore, he can enter other people's realms unreasonably, without caring about whether the realm master is willing or not. It just so happens that Xu Freehand is a master of painting, and Ye Qidao is the destroyer. He is a villain who has dripped a drop of ink into his water, and his evil is more hateful than putting his own stamp on a famous painting. He was on this famous painting that seemed to be good enough for posterity...... A bowl of ink was sprinkled.

With a pop, a crooked long sword pierced Xu Xiyi's back, and then stabbed out of his chest. Xu Shuyi didn't feel that there was someone behind him at all, in fact, it didn't have much to do with whether he was confident or not, because Ye Qidao ...... This is such a person, such a physique, so you can be unreasonable like this.

That sword is so ugly.

It's crooked like a broom, but Ye Qidao just calls it a sword, a sword that destroys immortals.

An Zheng once asked Xiao Qidao why he likes to draw swords.

Xiao Qidao smiled a little embarrassedly, but replied in a very solemn and serious tone: "I still remember that when I was in the Illusory World Eternal City, my father left a sword on a piece of paper in order to protect me, which was not a real sword, but a kind of sword intent that broke the world. I hadn't met my father, but I could feel the faith he wanted to protect. Some people say that the sword is a kind of jewelry, and some people say that the sword is a murder weapon, but for me...... The sword is my guardian. ”

The sword pierced Xu Xiyi's heart, and the crooked tip of the sword that made people want to cry pierced out on the chest. Ye Qidao smiled embarrassedly and scratched his hair: "Serpentine sword." ”

An Zheng smiled bitterly: "I didn't let you explain anything." ”

Xu Xiyi sat on the chair and didn't move, he couldn't move, the sword pierced through the back of the chair and pierced the chair and his body. He was nailed to a chair, which was drawn, and was meant to be a defense. And the crooked sword ignored his defenses, and it ignored his golden immortal body.

Xu Xianyi lowered his head and looked at the sword stabbed out of his heart, frowning.

"It's ugly......"

He reached out and grasped the tip of his sword, and forcefully pulled the sword out of his body. Because the sword is not straight, the wound caused by the drawout is much larger than that of a straight sword. It's not that Xu Shuyi is strong, but because he feels that the power from another world is rapidly melting and dissolving his cultivation power. If this extremely ugly sword is inserted in his heart for a while, his power will be completely dissipated.

"Who gave you the confidence to draw?"

He stood up, his heart bleeding and his hands bleeding. The sword twisted like a snake, but it was so fucking sharp.

Xu Shuyi turned to look at Ye Qidao, as if looking at a bad boy who had ruined the reputation of a big girl like a flower and jade. He seemed to hate Ye Qidao even more now, more than he hated An Zheng.

Ye Qidao didn't pay attention to him, but wiped it casually with the broken book that looked dirty, and the broken brush that looked dirty and was about to go bald, and the prison around An Zheng's body was immediately dismantled. There is no aesthetic at all when it is disassembled, as if a beautiful woman was painting lipstick by herself, and a wild boy ran out and said I will help you, and then painted the lipstick from the lips to the earlobes...... It's really ugly, ugly is something Xu Xiyi can't bear.

"Myself. ”

Ye Qidao only replied to Xu Xiyi's words after releasing An Zheng.

"I love to draw!"

He answered with great confidence, and with such a crisp and decisive answer.

"You ......"

With a pop, a stream of blood spurted out of Xu Xiyi's mouth.

"You love to draw...... You're fucking shitting!"

Ye Qidao pouted: "You don't care...... My brother doesn't care about me, why are you?"

An Zheng laughed, a little proud.

Ye Qidao was like a child who had lost his temper, holding a bald brush and scribbling on his notebook, the white sky was gone, and black clouds appeared...... Let's just say it's clouds, and that's how it can be described as a mess. The clouds obscured the white sky, and then it rained, and the rain was the ink that Ye Qidao had randomly lit, and not a drop fell on An Zheng, because the place where it rained was the size of a person, and it was all on Xu Xiyi's side.

It's not raining, it's flushing with a water pipe.

Xu Xiyi was furious.

"You can't even point a point!"

yes, those raindrops are so ugly.

But the raindrops fell on Xu Xiyi's body, and every drop could be pierced. It's not that Ye Qidao is much stronger than Xu Xiyi, relatively speaking, one-on-one Xu Xiyi can easily kill Ye Qidao. But now Xu Freehand is finished, his realm is finished, his state of mind is finished, and his body is finished. The sword pierced his heart, and no matter how strong he was, the heart was always a deadly place.

The ugly raindrops pierced his body, and it was full of holes.

Xu Xianyi couldn't stand still and fell to the ground, looking at Ye Qidao's eyes full of hatred and disdain.

As he lay there, a black ball of light began to appear in his lower abdomen, like a small black dragon circling.

An Zheng pushed Ye Qidao out, and then pressed his body against the inky light cluster. That was Xu Shuyi's last strength, and it was the most terrifying self-explosion of a cultivator close to the Immortal level. An Zheng couldn't stop it, so An Zheng pressed it down with his own body.

The moment he pounced, he pushed Ye Qidao out. Then, suddenly, a force rushed over and knocked An Zheng out sideways.

An Zheng's body sumo wrestled on Xu Shuyi's body, and then exploded.

The sky that had been painted was gone, the earth that had been spoiled was gone, and the world was shattered. An Zheng and Ye Qidao were rushed out by the power of the furious extreme, and Ye Qidao didn't seem to have a good place all over his body, all of them were covered in blood. An Zheng is better, the skin is open, but the bones are at least good.

An Zheng's form disappeared.

An Zheng called, and then called, but there was no response at all.

An Zheng rushed over to see how Ye Qidao's injuries were, and only ran two steps before falling to the ground. He looked down and saw that the injuries on his body were much worse than he had imagined. Xu Xiyi is very strong, and he is the most formidable opponent An Zheng has ever encountered. He has almost stepped into the realm of immortals with one foot, and immortals, even in the immortal palace, can walk sideways.

This may be the first Golden Immortal peak cultivator to fall in the human realm in the last few thousand years.

An Zheng collapsed, gasping for breath, blood pouring out of the corners of his mouth. His shattered flesh, through the shocking wounds, could even see his heart beating, and other internal organs bleeding.

Not only that, An Zheng thought that his bones were intact, but in fact, the side he was near the explosion was still broken. The ribs are densely packed with tiny cracks, and there are more cracks on the leg bones than the ribs.

Falling there, An Zheng seemed to have no other ability than to breathe.

The battle was won, but it was won so badly. Ye Qidao broke through Xu Freehand's realm, but after all, there were too many differences in the realm of cultivation. If An Zheng hadn't pushed him away, maybe Ye Qidao would have been crushed. And An Zheng's physiognomy disappeared again, and even An Zheng didn't know if he could reappear this time.

An Zheng suddenly felt a little guilty.

At the beginning of the battle, at the moment when An Zheng and the physiognomy fought side by side, An Zheng actually doubted his physiognomy. Because his physiognomy is more and more similar to him, like his most perfect doppelganger. At that time, An Zheng thought of the warrior created by Chen Wunuo, and thought of the awakening of the warrior. Such as Nie Qing, such as the second ...... of the fighter An Zheng was thinking, if one day his body also has this kind of awakening, then is it still his body?

An Zheng fell there, not only was there bleeding from his mouth, but also from his eyes, ears, and nose.

In addition to blood, there were tears in the eyes. Tears and blood flowed outward, wetting the ground beneath him.

An Zheng didn't dare to recall...... At the moment when he pounced on Xu Shuyi, when the physique god of war knocked him down on Xu Shuyi, physiognomy also glanced sideways at An Zheng. There was an indescribable feeling in those eyes...... Respectively, "guarding", "friendship", maybe more and more.

"Goodbye. ”

An Zheng saw it, and his lips moved when he suppressed Xu Xianyi's self-explosion.

Those two words cut An Zheng's heart like a knife.

Good bye......