Shusheng looked coldly at An Zimo, who was walking slowly from the depths of the woods, and said without chuckling, "What, are you going to meddle in your business?"

An Zimo said helplessly: "Although I don't plan to meddle in my affairs, but I also want to save Li Xian, so my friend's friend is the enemy, and I know that even if I don't plan to meddle with this matter now, you will definitely not let me go." ”

"Oh, so you're trying to go against me?"

As if he had discovered a new continent, Shusheng said in amazement: "You know, whether it is on the talent list or the Qingyun list, you have never surpassed me, Mr. Shenji's predictions have always been very accurate, you are simply looking for death." ”

An Zimo said calmly: "When will the smiling scholar stop smiling? When will the book saint also care about the life and death of a person with low strength? Could it be that the current book saint has become less confident even if he wins a little minion like me?"

Shusheng's shoulders trembled a little, obviously An Zimo's words really angered him, he wanted to reduce the enemy's momentum and make himself win more chic and relaxed, but he didn't want this An Zimo to eat that set at all, but he was angry and unclear, it was really a loss to steal chickens.

If the strength of the two people in this battle is equal, then there is no doubt that the winner has been revealed, and it must be An Zimo, but now this chaotic and angry Shusheng is indeed very strong, so strong that the victory and defeat between the two become confusing again, and no one knows whether they win or lose until the last moment.

An Zimo can fight, because he is not afraid to wear shoes with bare feet, and Shusheng can't fight, because the unknown is terrible, he can't tolerate the unknown, but this one has to fight, and it is naturally good to win, but if he loses, he will be ruined and have nothing.

It doesn't matter on this side, on the other hand, he is chasing ducks to the shelves, and naturally Shusheng has lost again, and he has suffered two losses in a row before the war starts, and his disgust for An Zimo is indescribable.

He took a deep breath, scolding was not his style, calmness was what he should do, and he said to An Zimo: "Please." ”

"You must hate me in your heart now, but you have to suppress the anger in your heart, it's really helpless, it's really tiring for you to live like this. ”

An Zimo stabbed Shusheng with a soft knife again, and then pulled out his real short knife, and said: "Please can't say, I guess you have seen this knife, it was only used to cut green onions and cakes before, and later it was used to make vegetables, but it was rarely used to kill people, you will be the second." "The man who spoke of him had already rushed forward first.

"Hmph, I can't help myself. ”

Shusheng snorted coldly, shook his front placket, and then stood with his hands in his hands, and there was a kind of momentum of Mount Tai collapsing in front of him and not moving.

An Zimo's knife is called Qiankun Knife, and Wu Sheng Wu's old man's knife is called Yin Yang Knife, which sounds like some origins, but in fact they are two different concepts that are not related to each other.

Wu Sheng's knife, one left and one right, named Yin and Yang, but it is in vain, to be honest, Wu Sheng's knife is really not profound, but it is flexible and changeable, and it complements each other, and An Zimo's Qiankun knife is a combination of form and meaning, not only with form, but also with meaning, so An Zimo's knife is really much more powerful than Wu Sheng's knife technique.

The reason why his short knife can't be on the list of divine swords is because of his cultivation, and secondly, because his understanding of sword techniques is not yet at the realm, but if he does these two, the first position of the divine knife will never escape his palm.

After talking so much, I want to explain one thing, that is, An Zimo is actually very strong, at least stronger than it seems, and this strength will become stronger and stronger as his cultivation grows.

I saw a flick of his wrist, and suddenly the sword light flashed, and countless knife shadows, like fallen leaves forming a tornado, blasted towards the target book saint.

Shusheng smiled indifferently, after the battle really began, he instantly turned back into the strategist, gentle and smiling scholar, but only he knew whether he was at peace or irritability in his heart at this time.

In the face of the menacing sword light, he just waved his sleeves casually, and suddenly a strong wind several times stronger than the sword shadow tornado seemed to be born in his sleeve, and the countless sword shadows were lifted into the sky at once.

An Zimo was calm, he could no longer see his usual hippie smiling face, and he was no longer so ordinary and casual, his face was serious and solemn, as if he himself had become a knife light, and he flew into the sky with the flying sword shadow tornado.

This whole action is perfect, without the slightest sense of sluggishness, and the book saint has to admire it, just because this person should no longer be called a human at this time, but a knife, a peerless treasure knife. He thought that he couldn't do An Zimo's realm at this time, but so what, he was a genius at the peak of the Dust Realm, a peerless genius who was more powerful and well-known than An Zimo, how could he lose?

An Zimo was still making a move, but he didn't go straight to the book saint, but split out more sword shadows to join the dragon scroll, as if the dragon scroll made him care more, he had forgotten his real enemy, so the dragon scroll became bigger and bigger, writhing his limbs wantonly in the sky, like an evil dragon that would choose people at any time.

The huge coercion, the shaking ground flew sand and rocks, and the smile on Shusheng's face slowly disappeared, just because he never thought that a person he had never paid attention to would have grown to such a powerful point He didn't know at all.

Looking at the dragon scroll in the sky that was still increasing dramatically, the book saint couldn't bear it anymore, he stepped on his feet and took the initiative to meet the sky.

Suddenly, the swaying tornado in the sky, as if it had suddenly come to life, opened its mouth wide, and swallowed the small figure coming from the ground in one gulp.

The body of the book saint exudes a soft white light, he is so confident and proud, in fact, it is mostly from the circle of white light outside the body, this white light is nothing else, it is a kind of thing that can slow down anything that enters this range, there is no doubt that this is a powerful realm, and being able to comprehend such a powerful realm under the holy realm is naturally also the extreme of evil.

An Zimo changed color suddenly, just because although the Book Saint was small, after thousands of sword lights, the Book Saint was still the Book Saint, and the corners of his clothes had never been cut at all.

Shusheng smiled confidently: "Hahaha, stop it, you can't beat me." ”

He was confident, proud, but by no means a rampant man, but now he laughed so wildly, because his somewhat pale countenance needed to be covered up with such a wild laugh.

An Zimo mocked: "You don't seem to be a saint yet, right?"

The book saint stared at him and said, "So what?"

"That's a lot more fun, I'm going to see if it's your realm that lasts long, or my knife that lasts long. ”

An Zimo paid attention, and suddenly worked harder.

The tornado does not stop, the white light does not disperse, and this has actually become a war of attrition against Yuan Li.

An Zimo didn't expect it, and Shusheng couldn't think of it, who could hold on to the end?