Repugnant Gateway

The owner of the tea stall who changed his clothes seemed to be full of books, but he always insisted that he was an iron man. The apprentice called his master for more than 20 years, and he didn't know what his name was. And at the moment when he entered the mountain gate of Atmospheric Mountain Villa, someone reached out to stop him and called you to sell tea!

The tea stall owner glanced at the guard lightly, and then replied: "I don't sell tea, I am Ye Yunian."

He stepped up the stairs, and the guard reached out and grabbed him: "I'll call you fucking, get out of me."

He hadn't finished his words, the person was already 100 meters away, the person was in Liushangtou.

Ye Yunian walked slowly into the atmospheric villa, and said aloud while walking: "Dian Cang School, Ye Yunian visited."

Inside the main entrance of Atmospheric Mountain Villa, a large and flat square, 360 disciples with swords have been arrayed. The sword array was originally prepared for Anzhen, but Ye Yunian walked in.

"You just kill your enemy, these people outside, I'll be fine."

Ye Yunian looked into the main hall and arched his hands and clenched his fists: "Can't fight side by side with Fang, and today he will join hands with his disciples to kill the enemy.

The sword array was ready to go, like a hard bow that had been filled, as long as the arrow touched it would shoot out.

When others move forward and take a step forward, it is like hitting the bowstring.

The sword array was launched, and three hundred and sixty sword qi like three hundred and sixty pythons were killed from the sword array and went straight to Ye more than a year.

Ye Yunian stood there, still standing hand in hand.

"Practitioners on Diancang Mountain never fight for the world. That's because the ancestors who were sent there said that there are only two types of practitioners. One is for themselves, but for the world. The people who point to Cangshan need the world. When the world is not needed, it is for the world. "

As he spoke, his body was full of sword. Three hundred and sixty-six attacking sword spirits were swayed by him one by one. He had never seen his shot, but Jian Qi was around him. His sword spirit seemed to be autonomous, and when it came, he spontaneously greeted him.

Hundreds of sword qi captured and fought against each other in the square.

"I have a clear thought, and I have no desire or desire. Later I heard that some people in the world are competing for others, and doing great things by means of a big evil, I feel respected."

Ye Yunian said: "As a practitioner, we have a responsibility."

He stepped forward while talking, just like a general who had entered the army but was still walking. But he was a scholar, even though he has been playing iron for thirty years, he is still a scholar. So he never looked like a general again, he was a swordsman.

Fighting 336 with one person, he still looks handsome, with sword marks on his body and blood-stained gown, but the fallen body in front of him is layer after layer, as if opening a door to hell.

Inside the room, Ann struggled to shoot.

Because the outsiders shot, An Zheng worried that a friend he didn't know would have an accident.

One of Yao Qing's hands stretched out, and he had a black knife in his palm. The black knife seems to be at least 1.5 meters long. I don't know whether it was carved or cast with dense text. When I dance, I can't see it clearly, and it looks like some cumbersome patterns.

As soon as the black knife came out, the black knife moved forward, but it was not only the horror that seemed to be able to split everything. Black knives can tear open the space with each knife, and there will be infinite suction in the cracks of the space. If you are not careful, even if you escape the knife light, you may be sucked into an unknown space.

An Zheng moved forward, and the Broken Army Sword came out. The sword fell and the sword light broke.

The broken army sword is sharp in the world, but An Zheng finds that he cannot get close to Yao Qingzhi.

Yao Qingzhi looked like he was wielding his sword indiscriminately, but he actually formed a defensive formation with a space rift split with a black knife around his body. As long as Anzheng approaches, the suction that appears in the cracked space will cause Anzheng ’s body to deviate. The most terrifying thing is that the suction that appears in the crack can also absorb the strength of Anzheng ’s cultivation.

As long as An Zheng gets closer, his cultivation ability will be absorbed by Yao Qingzhi.

"Junior!"

Yao Qingzhi laughed: "Do you really think that I have stood up for so many years, really just relying on my name? At first, I wandered the world with a hardship. If I didn't create this exercise, I might have been regarded as noble The person from the background killed. As long as my black sword is still there, no one can get close to me. "

This exercise is really weird. No wonder Yao Qingzhi can become stronger and stronger, precisely because the people who deal with him will be sucked away by him if he is not careful. And Yao Qingzhi seems to have an endless reserve base, and there will never be a time when the power of repair is exhausted.

As Yao Qingzhi made more and more swords, there were more and more black cracks around it. Even if An Zheng is more than ten meters away from Yao Qingzhi, the strength of cultivation is still leaking out, and then merges into Yao Qingzhi's body through those black cracks.

Even more frightening is that Yao Qingzhi's physique can be digested. The strength of Anzheng's constitution is overbearing, and the power of cultivation is even more overbearing. The power of the Thunder Spirit, even if ordinary practitioners can absorb it, can't bear it. But Yao Qingzhi is like a glutton, as long as it is eaten, it can be digested and absorbed.

"Your master Fang is arrogant and arrogant, and I am still afraid of him. And you, who is even lower than me, why kill me?"

Yao Qingzhi's black sword pointed to the sky: "I have been relying on myself for so many years. I don't allow anyone to take away all the things I finally got, and I exist, all of them exist!"

An Zheng snorted: "Your knowledge is still too low."

He held the sword with one hand, and fell from top to bottom. The ten-meter-long sword mandrel on the broken army sword, with the power of purple electricity, fell down. Yao Qingzhi's black sword moved upwards, forming a shady curtain on himself.

Jianmang fell, and suddenly a big, weird looking face came out of the shady screen, with no eyes, nose and ears, only a mouth. The mouth was open, and there were black fangs in it. That mouth bite An Jian's sword qi at once, and the power of cultivation in the sword qi was sucked in like a river bursting into the wall.

An Zheng held the sword in his right hand and pushed forward with his left hand. A round of Chiri flew forward.

Yao Qingzhi snorted, and the black knife hovered over his head to support the shady curtain, and his hands were chained together, which was extremely strange. In the blink of an eye, all the black cracks that had appeared before him had changed. Each rift became a face with no nose, eyes, and ears, and only a large blood basin opened wide. Those faces pounced and bite like beasts, and after a moment they ate Chiri, who was pushed out by Anzheng, clean.

As Yao Qingzhi pushed forward with both hands, at least hundreds of faces rushed towards An Zheng, like countless fierce ghosts who had drilled out of hell, to tear An Zheng away.

An Zheng's body moved quickly, and those faces fell empty. The next second, An Zheng appeared in front of Yao Qing, punching Yao Qingzhi with a punch. However, Yao Qingzhi didn't hide or hide, and seemed to receive An Zheng's fist with his chest without any fear.

The moment An Zheng's fist hit Yao Qingzhi's chest, Yao Qingzhi's chest burst. But it wasn't Anzheng's fist that exploded, but a black crack appeared on his chest, and a mouth was opened. After breaking through his clothes, he directly bitten Anzheng's arm.

"I said, no one is allowed to take away everything I finally got."

Yao Qing's evil looked at An Zheng fiercely: "Your master can't do it, neither can you!"

An Zheng sneered: "He can't do it because he is too rigid. He always thinks that there can be no punishment for the wicked without evidence. Even if everyone knows it, it can't be done without evidence. But I am different. He is law enforcement, and I It is to eliminate evil. I do n’t care what national law and family law, no matter what evidence is not evidence, he represents the Ming Fa Division, I represent myself! "

An Zheng's fist burst a burst of power, that is the power of Jiu Gang Tianlei.

Under the immense power, even the big mouth of the blood basin that seemed to be able to devour everything was reopened with shock. An Zheng stretched his hands forward, his left hand grabbed the upper part of the mouth, and his right hand grabbed the lower part of the mouth, and then his hands slammed hard: "Aren't you able to swallow, I see if you can swallow me too!"

An Zheng ripped open his big mouth, but actually got into it with his own head.

Yao Qing's face changed greatly, and instantly became pale. He wanted to reach out and try to catch Anzheng, but Anzheng had already got into it and could not catch it. He just felt that there was a tumbling in his body, and he thought that there would be something out of the way.

Yao Qingzhi has experienced many dangerous times, but in the end he laughed to the end. With his strange and omnipotent practice of cultivation, he killed countless people, robbed countless people of their practice and cultivation ability, and only then gained their status today.

But this time, the contention was too great for him to swallow.

Ao!

A Long Yin appeared in Yao Qingzhi's body. Yao Qingzhi squatted down covering his ears, feeling that his head was about to explode.

Following his body began to bulge piece by piece, constantly twisting. Then his body became bigger and bigger, and his skin became thinner and thinner. Like a thin film, all the internal organs are clearly visible.

Seeing his heart beating beneath the film, seeing his stomach squirming, so disgusting. However, his body is still growing, and a black spot is getting bigger and bigger in his heart.

Soon, the black spot turned into a **** wearing a golden armor, and at the foot of the **** there was a golden dragon stepping on his head. As Tenjin grew bigger and bigger, Yao Qingzhi's body was almost split apart.

He was tall and tall, but he was over three meters at this time. It's so big, the body can't break apart because of the power it swallowed, and the pain can be imagined.

The skin stretched and the shock was thin.

An Zheng stood in Yao Qingzhi's body, grabbing the still beating heart with one hand.

"Your heart is really dark."

His hand stabs into the heart, and the power of Jiutian Thunder flashes in his hand, and then explodes!

boom!

The 100-meter-long hall was directly blown and shattered, and a violent air wave swept around. Qi Lang destroyed everything he passed, and was devastated. A good atmosphere villa was destroyed by 90% because of the gas explosion. The air wave reached the top of the mountain. Because it could not bear the huge power, a small part of the mountain top was directly cut off. The rolling stone swept down from the top like a big wave, burying the atmospheric villa.

An Zheng flew out of the dust and smoke, and the scale of the holy fish turned into a high wall, stopping all the falling stones.

He stood with that hand stretched forward, his face pale, but his eyes were firm, relying on one hand to control the scales of the holy fish to resist falling stones. The other one was holding a blood-covered scholar in Tsing Yi. Although he was badly injured, he was still smiling silly and so carefree.