Even Su Feilun himself didn't know when that word was written on his forehead, why didn't he even notice it at all? According to reason, how could a powerhouse at this level not feel that someone had written on his forehead?

In fact, the word An Zheng was not written by An Zheng at all, but shocked. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sky was full of dust, and An Zheng shook out an character written in the void, and then the dust pressed on Su Feilun's forehead. Although it was not written on Su Feilun's head one by one, it was more clever than Su Feilun's sword. After all, An Zheng's speed of writing a word was still slightly faster than the sword he stabbed.

The crowd fell silent, as if suddenly the world had shut down.

This was followed by a noise, as if the sea had rushed into the house, smashing everything and the sound of ping-pong incessantly. The excited people began to get agitated, not knowing how to find their own vent. They had grown insane, for this battle was perhaps the most exciting and memorable battle they had ever seen in their lives.

Su Feilun's lonely back, An Zheng left calmly.

Two people walking with their backs to each other, this picture will surely become an eternal classic.

The official of the Ministry of Rites, who looked chubby and even a little clumsy, looked at An Zheng's back and sneered: "Even if you win this time, it doesn't prove that people have done their best." ”

An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "Who isn't?"

The official of the Ministry of Rites shook his head: "It's really arrogant, it's hopeless." ”

An Zheng suddenly turned around: "Who are you?"

The guy actually grinned: "I said, you will see me at the Autumn Ceremony." ”

An argued: "Sure enough, it's you." ”

The fat man turned to no longer look at him, but shouted loudly: "Be quiet, the competition below is not over yet." You all give me a quiet listen, this official is going to continue to draw opponents for the battle of the champions, this is only the first round, do you think it's over?"

People have just woken up to the fact that this is only the first round. An Zheng won Su Feilun, but he has not yet won the championship.

An Zheng looked sideways at Tianji Palace, and said in his heart that he didn't know if the battle between Nie Qing and Feng Xiuyang was over. The place that those two people chose was at the top of the Tianji Palace, and they didn't know where they were going to hit on a whim. They were reluctant to stay in a crowded place in order to do their best, and that battle would inevitably be more dangerous than the battle between him and Su Feilun.

An Zheng walked on the potholed ground, one foot deep and one foot shallow. Only then did he notice that he and Su Feilun had broken this square so much.

Just as the fat official continued to draw the people to fight, suddenly there was chaos in the north, near the south gate of the Tianji Palace. An Zheng looked over there and saw at least a dozen people dressed in ordinary people's clothes sweeping towards the city gate, obviously attacking Yan Wang Mu Changyan.

On the city wall, Ouchi's guards and those assassins fought fiercely, and the scene was suddenly chaotic. No one thought that someone would dare to assassinate King Yan at this time, it was crazy to the extreme.

However, An Zheng's eyes involuntarily looked at the bottom of the city gatehouse, and then rushed towards that side like a feathered arrow.

By the time he reached the bottom of the city gate, at least three of the officers had been killed.

Really!

The assassination of King Yan was simply a cover, and it was impossible to kill King Yan with the skills of those people. They were deliberately attracting attention, and all the people rushed towards King Yan's side, who would care about these officials of the Ministry of War who were already prisoners? Even if Mu Changyan had asked An Chengli to arrange for people to protect these people before, when King Yan was attacked, where would these people still have the mood to take care of those officials of the Ministry of War, and they all rushed towards those assassins.

An Zheng sighed in his heart, the other party was just a voice attacking the west, not only killing many military officials, but also forcing out a lot of Yan Wang's potential strength.

An assassin raised the long knife in his hand and slashed it at Chen Zaiyan's neck: "Lord Chen, don't blame me, you can find whoever you should go to when you die, I will also act on orders!"

The knife fell swiftly and went straight to Chen Zaiyan's neck.

Dang!

A stone shot at the long knife, shaking it open. The long knife slashed down, smashing a bluestone slab behind Chen Zaiyan with a bang.

The man froze for a moment, and hurriedly raised his knife to slash at Chen Zaiyan again, An Zheng had already arrived.

An Zheng threw a punch in the air, and the explosion exploded in the back of the assassin, and under the tremendous force, the assassin was shocked and threw himself forward. As he struggled to his feet, An Zheng kicked him in the shoulder, and the Assassin's knee involuntarily fell to his knees with a thud, shattering the stone slab beneath him.

An Zheng's knee went up on his heel, hitting the Assassin's temple, and in an instant the Assassin's eyes bulged and his head tilted to one side.

An Zheng rushed back, picked up a long knife from the ground, and slashed at Chen Zaiyan...... With a snap, the chains on Chen Zaiyan's hands and feet were severed. He pulled Chen Zaiyan back, and at least a dozen assassins pressed him over.

"Boy!"

A masked assassin said in a mysterious way: "This matter has nothing to do with you, you should know that you alone cannot stop us." It's just a waste of your life, and those who know the times are Junjie, so it's better for you to get out of the way. ”

An Zheng slashed his long knife: "You go in and tell me." ”

The assassin said coldly: "This is your own choice, do you really think that if you win a Su Feilun, you will be invincible in the world? ”

Chen Zaiyan pulled behind An Zheng: "You go quickly, this person is too strong." ”

An Zheng looked ahead and saw that not all the guards were gone. The young cultivators who Mu Changyan trained secretly could also be regarded as a tacit understanding, some of them left to save King Yan, and some of them stayed behind. These young cultivators were all lying on the ground, their heads in different places.

It was because of their obstruction that these assassins were unable to kill Chen Zaiyan and them.

An Zheng took a deep breath: "Let's talk about it after fighting." ”

When he was fighting fiercely with Su Feilun just now, the power of cultivation was more consumed, and as he spoke, he grabbed a handful of pills from the storage space of the Blood Pei Bead bracelet and stuffed it into it, chewed a few mouthfuls casually and swallowed it: "I have long been ready to fight this fight." ”

The leader of the assassins waved his hand: "Kill them!"

More than a dozen assassins attacked at the same time, and everyone's cultivation level was not low. An Zheng knew that Empress Dowager Su would definitely spare no effort to get rid of Chen Zaiyan and their sworn enemies, but he didn't expect that among these assassins, any of them would have the strength of the Sumeru Realm, and their grades were not low.

An Zheng dealt with a dozen of them alone, and after a while, he looked a little embarrassed. If these people talk about the realm of cultivation alone, they are all higher than An Zheng. If it were someone else, I am afraid that they would have already been dismantled. Even An Zheng only supported it for a short time, and his strength was much weaker.

More than a dozen people with a higher cultivation level than him besieged him, and he was able to follow all the opponent's offensive moves, which was equivalent to consuming more than ten times more cultivation power than the opponent's alone, and this kind of use was simply catharsis. The replenishing power brought by those pills was just empty again after holding on for a while.

An Zheng gritted his teeth and insisted, and then summoned four holy fish scales to surround Chen Zaiyan: "If you can, run." ”

Chen Zaiyan knew that he was also dragging An Zheng's hind legs, but how could he escape? As long as he left the range of An Zheng, he would be chopped up in an instant.

An Zheng struggled to support, thinking in his heart that if there was really no way, she could only use the gloomy sword left by Xu Meidai. But once this thing appears, I don't know how many masters are watching it in the dark at this moment, and even if it does, it can't be hidden. It was a purple artifact, which could bring ruin to the people of the Heavenly Apocalypse Sect.

If An Zheng's current strength exposes a purple artifact, it is equivalent to a child holding a big gold ingot on the street, even if no one robs it openly, secretly I don't know how many people will be concerned.

With a pop, An Zheng's chest was cut open by a knife qi, his clothes were torn, and a long cut was also cut on his body, and blood gushed out in an instant.

Chen Zaiyan said loudly: "An Zheng, you go first." I am certain to die, but this country still needs young people like you, and the revival of Dayan in the future depends on you!"

An Zheng: "Shut the fuck and stay in the back honestly!"

Chen Zaiyan opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say in the end.

An Zheng fought and retreated, and soon he was under the city wall. Once he and Chen Zaiyan retreat to the city wall, I'm afraid they really won't be able to hold out for long. An Zheng held the long knife in one hand, and summoned the Gloomy Sword with the other.

The dozen or so besiegers became more and more violent, so many people besieged a teenager, and they had not taken it for so long, they were already furious. The more and more aggressive attacks came overwhelmingly, and in an instant, An Zheng had a few more wounds on his body, and his bones were visible.

An Zheng sighed in his heart, it seems that Yan Wang Mu Changyan's subordinates are really pitiful, and no one has come to help him after holding on for so long. Perhaps, those people really want to take the opportunity to kill Mu Changyan. At this critical moment, An Zheng actually thought of why Feng Xiuyang took Nie Qing away...... It turns out that it was all designed.

There is one less person to lure Nie Qing away and protect Chen Zaiyan. Maybe An Zheng was not in their target in the first place, because An Zheng didn't show enough strength to compare with Su Feilun and the others before.

If those people had known that An Zheng was so strong, they might have already found a way to get rid of An Zheng or lure it away. Then An Zheng couldn't help but think again, the battle between Feng Xiuyang and Nie Qing was drawn by the fat man official of the Ministry of Rites, obviously that guy was pretended by Chen Shaobai, could it be that Chen Shaobai was also related to the assassination of King Yan and the assassination of Chen Zaiyan and others?

There were still cranky thoughts in his mind, and An Zheng's hands were not idle, but the other party's offensive came like a tide, and An Zheng had been injured in at least a dozen places, and the blood was pouring out.

Seeing that he was about to unleash the powerful sword intent in the Gloomy Sword, suddenly his wrist hurt...... Something seemed to pierce his skin, and then An Zheng reacted that it was a blood bead bracelet.

Faintly, An Zheng seemed to hear a voice appear directly in his head.

"It's so troublesome...... I chose you because of your blood, I hope you can help me recover, and I have already given you a gift as a thank you...... But why do you like to stir up gossip so much, isn't it good for you to grow up honestly by practicing honestly, you have to be involved in these messy things. ”

"If it weren't for your death, I wouldn't be comfortable, so I wouldn't bother to pay attention to you...... Take it, give you back the power you have helped me recover in the past few years, just temporarily, enjoy it, you may not know how much you have accumulated with me......"

The voice was intermittent, and it seemed to be ringing in An Zheng's head, but he couldn't catch it at all. Then An Zheng himself heard a low creak of the door opening, as if the bronze door that had not been opened was open again.