Repugnant Gateway

Fu Bo's strength is far more than that of the several master-level practitioners who have just fought with An Zheng, the left-handed sword, the right-handed sword, and the strange cultivation power, these are enough to make Fu Bo rampage on the rivers and lakes of Zhao avoid. And Anzheng has to face not only a Fu Bo, but also an old **** who may be able to shoot at any time.

Although the old **** has never shot, Kean contends that he is even more dangerous than Fu Bo.

Fu Bo's left-handed sword fell, and Anzheng's broken army sword blocked upward, swinging Fu Bo's long sword away. At the same time, Fu Bo's right-handed sword pierced An Zheng's heart. His two hands are moving at the same time, with different moves, and he is focused on two purposes.

Anzheng opened Fu Bo's sword, and the sword was already in Anzheng's heart.

An Zheng withdrew his body backwards, and Jiu You Lei Ling flicked out like a long whip. Fu Bo's body flashed to the side, his right hand stab empty.

But when he pierced the sword, An Zheng felt a crisis. He didn't turn around, all the twenty-seven scales of the holy fish flew out and stood behind him, almost at the same time, the sound of jingling behind his back was endless.

Successive bursts of force struck the scale of the holy fish behind Anzheng. If Anzheng ’s reaction was a little slower, these sword qi would stab Anzheng ’s back.

An Zheng turned back and saw another Fu Bo, but soon disappeared.

An Zheng frowned slightly, and twenty-seven holy fish scales swirled around him. His attention was not on Fu Bo, who was opposite him, but on the surrounding environment. Fu Bo, who appeared just now, does not look like a doppelganger, because it disappears too quickly.

An Zheng noticed that the black marks on the ground not far away gradually faded, and it felt like a drop of water fell on the ground, and soon penetrated into the earth.

Jian Qi?

Ann scrambled to look around, Fu Bo's moves seemed to be nowhere to be found. What is the trace that disappears quickly on the ground?

An Zheng's attention returned to Fu Bo again, but he did not look at Fu Bo, but Fu Bo's right-handed sword. It seems that it is just a very ordinary long sword, without any terrifying breath. But that's just an appearance. The collision between Fu Bo's long sword and the broken army sword was not directly damaged, which is enough to illustrate the quality of this sword.

An Zheng has a very complicated past, and the most complicated one is the investigation. Those experiences made An Zheng develop a habit of paying attention to details, so he keenly noticed that there seemed to be something very small on the long sword dripping from the tip of the sword.

Black, like water droplets.

After discovering these, An Zheng gradually had a guess in his mind.

"Do you deal with others like this every time?"

An Zheng asked.

Fu Bo couldn't help but glance at An Zheng with a compliment: "Among the young people, you are indeed the most terrible one. Seen by you so soon, I thought it would be a little later. Rest assured, that is with you I will only take this action for opponents of this level, others are not worthy. "

An Zheng: "I want to thank you all."

He looked at the long sword: "Why is your blood black?"

Fu Bo: "You have too many questions."

He moved suddenly, slashing with his left hand. A sharp knife-like light came from a hundred meters away, but a trance-like knife light came to An Zheng. An Zheng avoided his body to the side, and the sword light almost wiped An Zheng's body.

The knife light is so bright, if this knife appears at night, it will illuminate the night sky.

Everyone's attention was attracted by that knife, because this knife was too strong, too ruthless, and too domineering. Although An Zheng knew that this knife was definitely not the only offensive, he had to concentrate on it.

Daoqi cut all the way, but he didn't even have a hundredth of a second. Anzheng Leiling on the left hand of An Zheng flew out automatically, spinning to form a tantrum, and the knife gas directly split on Jiuyou Leiling. If this is an ordinary magic weapon, this knife can cut it directly.

Even though this knife has the spirit of being ten thousand people, it seems that no matter what is caught in front of you, it will be cut off.

While Jiu You Lei Ling blocked the knife, An Zheng didn't look at the knife again, but turned quickly. It was at this moment that a Fu Bo behind him suddenly drilled out of the ground like a newly germinated grass, and then thrust a sword towards Anzhen.

But Anzheng turned around at this moment and then blocked the sword just right.

With a bang, An Zheng swayed Fu Bo's long sword, but Fu Bo retracted into the earth. There was a small piece of black on the ground, and the original appearance was quickly restored.

An Zheng turned around again. In the distance, Fu Bo didn't seem to move at all.

"Good exercises, good moves."

An Zheng couldn't help but sigh with praise: "Whether it's your sword or your sword, it's a killing move but it's not a real killing move. If this move is to deal with others, I'm afraid there is no solution. People who are not as powerful as you Needless to say, even people who are stronger than you will not be able to resist. "

"Because neither your sword nor your sword is a false move. If someone thinks your sword is a false move, then the sword can kill. If someone underestimates your sword, the sword can kill. But if your opponent's attention is all On your sword, then I ’m afraid it ’s mortal. ”

An Zheng pointed to the long sword that Fu Bo held in his right hand: "The most powerful thing is your blood."

Fu Bo shook his head and sighed, "I thought that at an age like you, you can have the current status of achievement, mostly because there is a real expert behind you, plus a little bit of luck. Now it seems that something else I do n’t know the place, but look inside Zhao Guo. No one can compare with you as old as you, or even ten years older than you. "

An Zheng: "You look down on me."

Fu Bo stunned slightly: "It's crazy."

An Zheng: "Where is crazy? Just honestly, you look down on me. If no one in Zhao Guo could compare with me, how narrow is my future?"

Fu Bo: "I appreciate your madness, but if you appreciate it, I still want to kill you."

He looked at An Zheng seriously and said: "Even if your talent is very good, it is rare in the world. Even if your thinking is mature and far stronger than your peers. But you still have to die, everyone is the protagonist of your own story. You should n’t be here, but you ’re here, indicating that you ’re in my story. Since you ’re in my story, you ’re the one who died. ”

An Zheng: "Yes, everyone is the protagonist of their own story. So no matter where I go, it is my story. When I arrive, this is your story? You are wrong ... Where did I go? "Anyone who appears is just a supporting character in my story."

He shot, and Fu Bo also shot.

When Fu Bo was young, he was once hailed as Zhao Guo's most anticipated genius, but then gradually withdrew from the attention of the seniors as his family fell. Because of this, Fu Bo told himself that this life must never be looked down upon, just as he looked down on his father.

Still the left-handed knife came out first, still the violent knife gas came instantly.

But now that he has seen through Fu Bo's exercises, how can An Zheng still fail to break him for the third time? Anzheng is the kind of abnormality that you can't usually see how many geniuses there are, but can often crush those so-called geniuses and abnormalities.

"Broken your knife!"

An Zheng instantly gathered the power of cultivation, and the purple true energy overflowed from the palm of his hand and merged into the broken army sword. A lightning-strike on the Broken Sword came out with great vigor, and when the sound of it shook Fu Bo's left-handed knife, it opened. Under the vigour of the sword, a lightening barrier was formed in front of Fu Bo, and Fu Bo's face immediately changed.

Before Fu Bo responded, Anzheng quickly reached Fu Bo with his long sword in his hands, and then he severely cut the broken army sword with both hands. Fu Bo had no choice but to use his left-handed knife as his right-handed sword.

But at this moment, An Zheng's right hand suddenly released. A blazing light appeared in the palm of his hand. Ziri brought an irresistible temperature. His right hand pushed forward, and Ziri blasted towards Fu Bo's right-handed sword.

Fu Bo's face changed again and he had to back away.

What An Zheng waited for was his retreat. How could he give him a chance to fight back?

His broken army sword was slashed down like a machete, and Fu Bo could only use the left hand to stab the hard block. It was okay for two clicks. After six or seven times, his left-handed knife finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he was cut off by Anzhan's broken army sword with a click.

At the same time, An Zheng's right hand grabbed Fu Bo's right hand sword, and Ziri in his palm appeared again. Only a moment later, Fu Bo's right-handed sword was burnt red.

When Fu Bo distracted, An Zheng kicked on Fu Bo's chest. Fu Bo's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken line. He fought up in the air, and his right palm was printed on Fu Bo ... Nine-segment explosion!

boom! boom! Bang ... Nine times in a row, Fu Bo's chest has been blurred by the flesh and blood of nine bursts of force. And his right-handed sword was also unknowingly robbed by An Zheng. When he landed, his left-handed knife was broken and his right-handed sword was robbed. The previous existence similar to the doppelganger did not appear this time.

After An Zheng defeated Fu Bo, he never stopped. That is, at the moment when he used a nine-segment explosive to blow up Fu Bo, An Zheng quickly turned around, and with one hand he condensed a Jiu Gang Tian Lei slamming out towards his empty back.

Originally empty, but not now. Anzheng's Jiugang Tianlei shot just right. At the moment when Jiugang's Tianlei shot, the old **** also shot behind Anzheng.

The hand in the cuff where he had been stretched out, the left hand had a knife, but the right hand was empty.

An Zheng suddenly shook his heart at the moment he saw the knife in his left hand. The same moves, the same left-handed knife, the same merciless knife, so similar, is it really not related?

The moment the old **** saw Jiu Gang Tianlei knew that he had lost, he lost to the boy.

As a blazing purple light exploded, the old eunuch's incomplete body flew backwards. It penetrated dust and smoke, penetrated countless pieces of wood and gravel, and fell far away. His left half was almost gone, half of them were lying there, his face pale like paper.

After An Zheng repulsed the old eunuch, he turned to look at Fu Bo.

Fu Bo struggled several times, and eventually failed to stand up.

An Zheng shook his head: "You are too dependent on the exercise method, but you have forgotten the strength of your own self-cultivation. You can appear in the place where your blood is spilled. Once I see this exercise, I only need to let It ’s enough if you do n’t spill your blood. ”

Fu Bo vomited blood and looked at the old **** who was far away, but in the dilapidated wall, the old eunuch's body was blocked.

He smiled bitterly: "It's so light ... cough ... even if it is seen by someone, who can make me unable to spill blood? Your cultivation method is my nemesis."

An Zheng said: "Maybe you are not a wicked person, but then it becomes like this now."

Anzheng mentioned the broken army sword, with the tip of the sword pointing down: "Go well."

With a puff, the broken sword pierced Fu Bo's heart.

Anzheng turned around, and stood next to the incomplete old eunuch. The old **** raised his right hand with difficulty, trembling and pointed to Anzheng. But after seeing blood dripping from the blade of An Zheng, he suddenly sighed: "Well ... after all, it is impossible to succeed, but it is a pity that it is destroyed by an outsider."

His right hand fell, and the index finger and **** that were close together were separated. An Zheng felt it clearly, the sharp sword in his fingers.

These **** are the right hand sword of the old eunuch.