Repugnant Gateway

Perhaps for Xun Zhiwen, this is just an ordinary day. He would never have thought that Anzheng had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and came to him with reminiscences of past memories. He was already deceiving himself, telling himself that he had forgotten that thing.

However, human memory is stubborn most of the time, especially about hatred.

Seven or eight warships surrounded a wooden building and began a crazy shelling. That was the standard warship of the Daxi military. The artillery was an artillery blessed by runes, not to mention a common wooden building. Time has been razed to the ground.

In the artillery fire, the light on the scales of the sacred fish is getting brighter and brighter, as if enjoying the thrill of fighting, as if taunting the enemy.

And Anzheng, left and right.

For Xun Zhiwen, the most annoying thing is that the young man who doesn't know the origin is sarcasm and contempt for himself. The unknown defensive weapon actually moved quickly instead of being completely closed, which means that the weapon can accurately and autonomously resist the attack. Wherever the artillery fire falls, the weapon is where it is. Therefore, the large floor-to-ceiling windows appear from time to time to be blocked, so that Xun Zhiwen can occasionally see the contention between the left and the right.

The two girls, Lan Xi and Hong Luan, were obviously scared and pale, but they didn't know why. When they saw An Zheng's calm expression, their fear became thinner.

"Master, are there any grudges between you and the city owner?"

"Well, there is."

"How much grudges?"

"Don't wear it all."

An Zheng beckoned, and the coffee table not far away slipped over and stopped in front of An Zheng. An Zheng took out the tea set and tea leaves from the space vessel and placed them on the coffee table. Red Luan took a deep breath and stood up, sorted out his clothes and made tea for An Zheng.

She turned her back to Anzheng, and when she bent over, the short skirt couldn't cover the plump white and round hips. This little nizi, actually lazy, didn't wear ... the clothes inside.

An Zheng leaned back on the chair, holding the teacup handed over by the red luan, watching tea while watching the madness outside.

Until the gunfire of the seven or eight warships outside was out, the five-story wooden building was still intact. Anzheng stood up and walked to the window, waved it freely, and the scale of the holy fish in front of him immediately separated. He stood there, facing Xun Zhiwen above the battleship.

"Did you come from the Holy Court?"

Xun Zhiwen asked with red eyes.

He increasingly suspected that An Zheng was sent by Chen Wunuo, otherwise how could such a young person have such a powerful magic weapon, so that he would not be surprised? This young man has a sense of pride in his bones, so that in the face of the owner of such a big city, he always looks at him from a condescending posture.

"Do not."

An Zheng replied: "I came from hell."

"hell?"

Xun Zhiwen smiled angrily: "If you are from hell, then you are a ghost?"

An Zheng answered with a smile: "Yeah, I've been a ghost for a while."

Xun Zhiwen said angrily: "If you continue to bombard me, I don't believe how long his magic weapon can last!"

He lowered his general's voice and answered in a low voice: "The city master ... The artillery equipped on the battleship has been exhausted. This is not wartime, so ... so the number of artillery equipped is not full."

"roll!"

Xun Zhiwen kicked the general away and kicked the knife: "Who will kill him!"

An Zheng stood at the window and said: "It seems that there is no artillery, so should it be my turn?"

Lan Xi and Hong Luan were standing there, looking at the back of An Zhengwei'an. Both of them had an impulse in their hearts. The impulsive people depended on this person for this life and never wanted to separate again. The man was so masculine and tough, and so considerate. Looking into the world, there may be no more perfect man than him.

Anzheng pointed one finger to the sky and one finger to the ground.

In the sky, dark clouds rolled. Under the earth, water droplets rose from the ground. For a moment, the air seemed to be filled with a burst of breath. Is n’t the softest water in this world? Why did everyone feel the breath of death when the water droplets rose?

In the sky, purple electricity shuttled through the dark clouds, just like the angry dragons one by one. The dense water droplets floated around the warships, as if countless bullets hovered there, waiting for a blast.

With a clatter, countless tiny currents blasted from the dark clouds. The soldiers on the battleship evaded. Cultivating as a strong man began to resist.

"Only?"

Xun Zhiwen had a rotating Tai Chi pattern on his head, blocking all the small currents that were shot down at him.

"If that were the case, I really overestimated you."

He looked at Anzheng with a cold eye: "If you tell your origins, I may still have a kind heart and let you go."

An Zheng: "I didn't bring a horse."

He reached for a finger.

The water droplets hovering in mid-air, after being injected with power by Zidian, seemed to be just full of clockwork, and suddenly blasted toward the battleship. Those water drops are really like bullets. There are more than tens of thousands of dense ones? There are at least hundreds of thousands, even millions of drops.

Think about how terrifying the scene of millions of bullets intensively bombarding a place, even if it is a mountain, may be gradually destroyed.

And the most terrifying thing is that these millions of bullets are not all, just the beginning. There are still countless drops of water rising from below the ground, like the reserve forces are lined up behind waiting to rush up. As if they had their own wits, they lined up on the battlefield. Purple electricity is like a source of their power. They lined up and Zidian recharged them. After recharging, they would charge the enemy.

Previously, the battleship was bombarded with fire and bombarded wooden buildings.

Now the bullets bombarded the warship like a rainstorm, uninterrupted and not loose.

A cultivator used his strength to cultivate a light shield in front of him, and water droplets hit it, stirring up ripples one by one. Because it is so dense that the ripples are connected together, it seems that the light shield is constantly changing.

This light shield is strong enough, but there are too many water drops, so much so that the scalp is numb. His light shield lasted less than a minute and was smashed by water droplets. It seemed that the glass bottle was broken, and the whale burst apart at once.

Immediately following the water droplets began to bombard him. At first, his body protection was still able to resist, and after a few seconds he was broken up. The practitioner was continuously pulled back by the water droplets. When the body was broken, the water droplets began to penetrate his body.

It was not a continuous breakdown, but hundreds of them penetrated his body almost simultaneously. So it wasn't the blood mist that was carried out by the water droplets behind him, it seemed that a whole mass of blood mist exploded across his back. After the water droplets penetrated his body, he continued to move forward violently, so the blood he brought out was also in a straight line. The picture is extremely scary and has a strange **** beauty.

After just a few minutes, all battleships were hit with holes.

After a few minutes, the battleship fell and fell from midair.

The only one who insisted on hovering across the half-timbered wooden building was the battleship where Xun Zhiwen was. He relied on a person's powerful cultivation force to block all water droplets.

"that's all?"

Xun Zhiwen gritted his teeth and spoke, because his angry voice was trembling: "If so, I still overestimate you."

He had just finished speaking, and suddenly a dragon chant came from the sky.

A giant purple dragon, dozens of meters thick, protruded from the clouds and looked down at the battleship. The clouds are just a few tens of meters above the battleship, and the giant head of Zilong is not much smaller than the battleship, let alone the body still in the clouds.

The moment the Purple Dragon appeared, the people on the battleship were all frightened.

"My God, what is that !?"

"It's a dragon, it's a dragon!"

The dragon formed by Zidian made a roar towards the battleship, then opened his mouth and sprayed a fiery purple light. Xun Zhiwen's face changed and his hands pushed forward. A huge Tai Chi figure appeared, blocking the purple light. However, the moment the purple light touched the Tai Chi figure, the battleship was shaken violently by the shock, just like on the tide of the sea. The people on the battleship couldn't control it, and they didn't know how many people flew from above.

It seemed that the warship was like a swaying pirate ship, a group of people were flew from the stern, and then another group of people were flew from the bow.

But this is not the end, when Xun Zhiwen's right to resist the thick purple beam. In the dark clouds, the dragon's body appeared swimmingly, and the dragon's tail swept across, slamming on the side of the battleship, smashing the ship's side directly. More people wailed and fell, and the battleship became shaky.

At this moment, An Zheng's body shot like a lightning from the wooden building.

"Just wait here for me, don't go out."

While An Zheng's voice was still echoing in the wooden building, his people were already above the sky. In the midair, a bright sword appeared in the hands of the black man. And the long sword, with a sharp edge that was unmatched in the world, fell with one sword.

boom!

The 100-meter-long battleship was cut off by the sword, and the battleship nearly fell in half.

Xun Zhiwen's body was unstable, and Ziguang took advantage of it, and at the same time the dragon swooped down and hit Xun Zhiwen. After being hit twice by Ziguang and Zilong one after another, Xun Zhiwen was still able to stabilize his body and quickly fell towards the distance. He didn't seem to receive any serious damage.

Anzheng was like a cloud, falling lightly from midair, standing opposite Xun Zhiwen.

Xun Zhiwen looked at the dark clouds that were gradually dissipating in the sky. The purple dragon that followed the clouds, he took a long sigh of relief, and then turned his attention to Anzheng: "I have to say, at your age It ’s already not easy to have such strength, but you still underestimate me, but I overestimate you. If you do n’t have any other skills, then it ’s you who died. ”

At this moment, his expression stiffened.

"You ... what did you do?"

Xun Zhiwen looked at An Zheng in horror, and his face instantly turned pale.

Because he felt the danger after coming to him, it was the fear of death.

"The first time I used this trick, I was always innovating, and even I felt excessive."

An Zheng smiled, it seemed that the enemy in front of him was three or four small realms higher than him, and he was not in his eyes at all.

boom!

No one knows what happened, but a Jiugang Tianlei with a forbidden level suddenly appeared behind Xun Zhiwen, and Xun Zhiwen flew it out without any precautions. The broken body carried A plume of black smoke fell into the distance.