Repugnant Gateway

Perhaps it is because of the ghost in my heart, so when the news of the killing of Xun Zhiwen, the master of Qingfeng City, reached Ning'an City in these days, Ouyang's heart was not at ease. As a cultivator and a monk in the Great Manchuria, he actually had nightmares when he slept for several days in a row. He dreamed of a man with blue-faced fangs asking for his life.

So when he heard An Zheng saying that I was a fatalist, his body shivered involuntarily.

The most annoying An Zheng actually took out a pen and a book and handed it to him. He told him to take the list seriously.

At this time, Ouyang must not just want to scold his mother.

An Zheng reached out to see that Ouyang had no reaction, and shook his head regretfully: "No, then I will call you to pick it up."

He stood up, stretched his body, and placed the notebook and pen on the table: "In a while, I will ask you to crawl and write."

Ouyang was not angry but smiled: "I have seen many young people who do n’t know that the sky is thick and the earth is thick. You are the least known among them. Do n’t say you are just his disciple, but he is standing in front of me again. fear."

An Zheng: "You will be afraid."

Suddenly he moved forward, and Ouyang could not defend immediately, but in just a few seconds, the two had already fought a thousand times. That kind of punching speed is no longer visible to mortal human eyes, but the practitioners who do not practice enough can't keep up with their speed. Those practitioners who have not yet been overthrown by the arrogant and overwhelming princes can only see the two remnants in the courtyard, and those who are lower ca n’t see the two people. where.

boom!

The house here collapsed.

boom!

The ground over there sinks into a big pit.

boom!

A row of big trees over there was uprooted into the air and exploded into powder, broken wood and leaves flew.

The noble grand exhibition occupies a huge area, but the battlefield is still smaller for the two of them. The two people are constantly moving and fighting, and the four palms do not know how many hits. In terms of cultivation, Ouyang must not be a person with excellent talents, but after all, it takes longer to practice than Anzheng, and all the celestial treasures obtained by the entire sect are enjoyed by him alone. Ouyang's ancestral blessings of Shang Pin Gong, he is a little higher than Xun Zhiwen in terms of strength.

So at the beginning, the two were inseparable.

Anzheng's temperament, but his mood became more and more comfortable, a long time without the thrill of wanton beating. An Zheng also intends to test how strong his current strength is. It is actually a good thing to meet Ouyang, an opponent who does not have to worry about the opponent's shots being merciful or worrying about his own shot.

The sky beat by the two was dim and dark, and the sky beat by the cave collapsed.

It didn't take long for a huge exhibition hall to be demolished by two people. I don't know how many walls of houses collapsed and how many flowers and trees were destroyed. With a bang, a small water column suddenly exploded in the small lake behind the magnificent exhibition. The water column rushed straight to the sky, at least tens of meters high, and many live fish were blown up.

With a click, a disciple who lifted his face to see the water column had not responded, and was slapped by a lively carp, which was called a pain.

Anzheng and Ouyang can't punch at the same time. No one dodges or evades, and the fist and the fist bang together. Before the two fists met, because the speed was too fast, the fist broke through the space, causing a gas explosion.

After that loud noise, with the fist of the two of them as the center, a circle of air ripples visible to the naked eye swayed around. It felt like horror like a nuclear explosion. The air ripples spread quickly into the distance. I thought it was just a concussion ripple. Who would have thought of such a perverted power.

The ripples swept out, passed the house, and cut the house together. After the trees, cut the trees together. Ripple swept forward and seemed unstoppable.

The two men stopped suddenly and looked at each other.

"Want to avenge?"

Ouyang could not sneer: "With your strength, you dare to claim to be his successor. Speaking of which, your strength is far worse than him."

"Bad guys don't say a few nonsense, as if they are not bad guys."

An Zheng's fist was shocked, Ouyang's impossible body stepped back, and even backed away for several steps, he couldn't take it away. Anzheng took advantage of the situation: "I really thought that I was just as good as you, but I really was as good as you? It's just not easy to meet someone like you who can test my self-cultivation. It ’s just cool. "

When he was a little under his feet, his speed suddenly increased. The air exploded, and there was still a shadow of contention when I looked at it. Some people say that when the speed reaches a certain point, it will exceed time. It's just that no one in this world has really been able to achieve that speed, but the teleportation of An Zheng has surpassed the shackles that his cultivation ground should have existed.

In the opinion of An Zheng, the shackles and checkpoints of cultivation are only used to be broken by him one by one.

It seemed that he felt the change of Anzheng. Ouyang couldn't retreat backwards while clapping his hands together. At the moment when the two hands slapped, there seemed to be a lot of water in the palm of the hand. The water droplets quickly turned black in the middle of the sky, like ink droplets scattered on white paper.

He clapped his hands and ink droplets flew. At least a few hundred such ink droplets floated around his body. If An Zheng wanted to attack him, he would have to cross these ink droplets.

When An Zheng's body was crossing the left side, Ouyang had already felt. The ink droplets seem to have a close relationship with him. Once someone or cultivation force comes close, the ink droplets will react.

[Bi Mo Jiang Shan! 】

As Ouyang could not scream, all the ink droplets moved.

An Zhengcai only reached Ouyang's left. The ink droplets around him suddenly changed. They became thinner as if the ink was sprinkled on the ink droplets, and then turned into an ink painting. Hit the back of An Zheng.

An Zheng struck forward while turning abruptly, his fists slamming backwards and the ink Ouyang could not take a punch. With a bang, the ink Ouyang could not be shattered in an instant, but the strength of his fist was exactly the same as the real strength of Ouyang.

In other words, every ink droplet can be transformed into Ouyang's indispensable avatar, and has the same strength as Ouyang's.

interesting.

An Zheng's mouth slightly picked up: "This is enough energy."

He broke the ink Ouyang behind with a punch, but the ink droplets on his right also changed, but this time instead of Ouyang, it turned into a spear, like a poisonous dragon going to the sea to the anxious belly Stabbed over. Anzheng's feet rose a little, his toe kicked on the ink gun, and the ink gun flew out in a hover, with a slap, he could not be held by an ink Ouyang, and then the ink Ouyang could not pounce towards Anzheng, the gun The gun was deadly.

An Zheng observed the ink droplets around him while avoiding it, and involuntarily looked at Ouyang's Mo Ding Jiang Shan's exercises. Regardless of the rise of any family, in fact, it is inseparable from the peerless people at that time, and those who can create this kind of exercise are real geniuses.

Ouyang's impossible idea can shuttle among those ink drops, and he can control any one. And Anzheng shuttled between those ink drops and ink Ouyang imperfections and various weapons, as if he were in a huge ink painting, and he has become a part of this painting.

The ink droplets are constantly changing. Ouyang cannot be like a **** within these ink droplet control areas, and can shuttle freely. He is in a state of confusion.

An Zheng carefully observed the Mojiang Mountain exercises, but what he was thinking was if he could learn this exercise, would n’t his own Jiugong Thunder be more powerful in the future? Now Anzheng has mastered the practice of reincarnation of Tianlei operated by Tianmu. If it can be like this Mo Jiangshan, then it is equivalent to setting Jiugang Tianlei into a minefield ...

When Ouyang could not be considered a decisive battle, An Zheng was still thinking of these distractedly.

"No more tricks?"

An Zheng's fist smashed an ink ink Ouyang, and the separated ink droplets instantly turned into at least a few hundred feather arrows, rushing towards An Zheng. A scale of the holy fish appeared before An Zheng, and all the ink drop feather arrows hit the scale of the holy fish, popping open with cracks.

An ink ink Ouyang can't rush in front of Anzheng, and hit his face with Anquan. Anzheng also punches and shatters his arm. And the broken arm turned into an ink knife in the middle of the air, another ink ink Ouyang could not jump from behind, grabbed the ink knife in the middle of the air and split it towards An Zheng's head.

An Zheng's arms were shaken, and the thirty holy fish scales flew out, forming a tornado-like sweep in an instant. Not all of the surrounding ink and ink Ouyang were cut. The terrible thing about pen and ink is that the broken ink droplets are nothing more than ink droplets. The broken ink droplets become more ink droplets, and each ink droplet can re-launch the attack, so that the endless split continues. What size of siege will the trapped person face in the end? Even the big Luo Jinxian, in the end may be exhausted alive.

"Your Mo Jiangshan cultivation has not yet been accomplished, and it is a pity that your Ouyang family's singularity has been lost. The most terrifying thing about this exercise is its endlessness, but the flaw is ... a person with absolute defense. People can ignore the attacks of this exercise, or they are fast enough to avoid all attacks. "

An Zheng mouth slightly ticked: "I can do both."

Ouyang's incomprehensible face changed, and she hadn't had time to react, and suddenly an indescribable amount of violent violence appeared behind her. The reincarnation Tianlei once again showed his power, and directly blown Ouyang's back into minced meat, and his spine was gone.

No one thought that by this time, the two of them had returned to the living room of the nave again. When the reincarnation of Ouyang Behind the Heavenly Thunder exploded, Ouyang could not be shocked, flew back into the living room, and landed on the ground with a snap.

And Anzheng sat in that chair, holding a book and a pen in his hand and looking at him with a smile, as if nothing had happened. If it wasn't for the devastation around it, if it wasn't for Ouyang to be covered in blood, everyone even had an illusion ... there was no final battle before, and time returned to the previous.

"write."

Ann slammed the notebook and pen in front of Ouyang Bu: "Otherwise you will die for a while."