Repugnant Gateway

Feng Xiuyang still had the peach wood sword in his hands. He had a battle with Feng Xiuyang when he fought in Fanggucheng, the capital city of Yan State. Fengxiu raises peach blossoms to gather peach blossoms and peach blossoms to raise spirits of resentment.

Feng Xiuyang at that time was completely different from the current Feng Xiuyang, and the struggle at this moment was no longer the young man of Yan Guo.

Long ago, there was always a feeling in An Zheng's heart. He always felt that his opponent would be Feng Xiuyang. At that time, within the Yan Kingdom, Feng Xiuyang's strength was not outstanding. There is also a Su Feilun above him, and a Nie Qing. Now that so long has passed, Nie Qing died in the battlefield of Eastern Xinjiang, and Su Feilun has disappeared.

The peach wood sword is out, still peach blossom sky.

Here is Feng Xiuyang's enchantment. He said it was given to him by Zhang Zhenren from Wudang Mountain.

Do not know the true and false, but there is no doubt that the enchantment is strong.

Peach blossoms flew out of the sword.

The young man in the robe dancing while the peach blossoms fall looks so beautiful and elegant.

An Zheng only moved, and there were already peach petals around him. He frowned slightly, his hands thrusting the broken army sword sharply, and then his hands snapped together.

A lavender light cluster suddenly appeared outside his body, and it didn't take long for the light cluster to appear, and the peach petals flying all over arrived.

"It's fast."

Different personal constitutions and different speeds. Whether it is a practitioner or a fan, the speed is actually the first factor. People who are fast enough always take the lead when they are dueling. The speed of contention is fast enough, but I did not expect that Feng Xiuyang's speed is so ridiculously fast.

In fact, this is a very simple truth, whoever takes the initiative. Under the same state, the same power of cultivation and the same people are the same. In this case, the advantage of speed can be directly converted into a victory.

The lilac light group appeared next to Anzheng, and the peach blossoms arrived.

Dangdang Dangdang ... The sound of metal impact is endless. Each of those peach petals carries the power of murder. Anzheng's body absorbed the defensive power of the scale of the holy fish, a strange and powerful fusion. The defensive power of the sacred fish scale becomes part of Anzhan's own strength, which is actually equivalent to Anzheng's double defense.

The moment when the peach blossom fell, it seemed that someone had played the Guzheng.

Just for a moment, with a killing spirit.

The guzheng sounded, and all the peach blossoms were shaken out. Centered on Anzheng, the fallen peach blossoms form a perfect circle. The peach blossoms on the ground are like the lines outlined by someone with a brush. The red ones are like the bright red blood sprinkled in that circle.

The peach blossoms are broken, and no peach blossom is complete.

In the distance, Feng Xiuyang's face changed slightly, and there was a hint of sweetness in his throat.

"You don't know anything yet?"

He swallowed the sweet bite and even asked with a smile.

An Zheng shrugged his shoulders without answering.

"It's a powerful anti-seismic force, but it seems that the practice of defense is not what you are good at. The defense of general practitioners is only offset. I attack with 10% of the strength, and the defense that can offset 60% of the strength is already good. The defensive technique that is completely blocked is superb. But your defensive technique has the power to fight back, and it is not your strength, but mine. "

Feng Xiuyang looked at Anzheng, where there was any hostility, but there was an appreciation: "I am under the force of rebound, so I know better than you. This force is probably 40% of what I just contributed."

An Zheng smiled: "Do you think it's low? Looking back, I'll improve it."

Feng Xiuyang shook his head: "High, you haven't shot your opponent has been injured by your reactionary force, this kind of competition can not be beaten. Why God is so unfair to others, so you have so much."

An Zheng: "It's not that God is unfair, but you and I have different ambitions. You want to get one person, I want to punish the world. So I have to know more and understand more, others don't force me to go To learn, I have to force myself to learn, otherwise I will die soon. "

He drew the broken army sword from the ground: "I like to attack, so defensive instruments and defensive exercises are good. In my hands, I must be able to attack."

Feng Xiuyang: "You have ambitions."

An Zheng: "You have so much nonsense."

Fengxiu Yang smiled and shook his head: "It's not easy to kill you, but this is my enchantment."

Suddenly he sat down cross-legged, and the mahogany sword floated in front of him. There is a tai chi picture on the peach wood sword, which turns as fast as it is alive. The black and white fish chased each other and gradually couldn't see clearly.

"sunset."

Feng Xiuyang raised his finger and pointed to the sky.

An Zheng: "What's the use of sunset?"

Feng Xiuyang smiled and said: "Sunset is not dark."

But it was still dark, and very dark. When An Zheng felt dark, he lifted his hands up. Thirty holy fish scales flew out of his body, forming a huge disc. He held the disc in both hands, and then there was a bang!

It's really sunset.

A huge, indescribable black sun set down, and the black sun was dull and dull, like a giant stone ball. But the stone ball is too big, and it is hard to accept. It seems that An Zheng is like an ant, holding a large watermelon weighing dozens of pounds.

But Anzheng is not an ant, and the setting sun is not a watermelon.

And this is the enchantment of Feng Xiuyang, here belongs to him. So the ground under Anzheng's feet became stronger, and Anzheng's legs did not sink. Ants can carry things many times heavier than themselves, but a large watermelon weighing dozens of pounds will still crush the ants.

An Zheng held the sunset, and in Feng Xiu's eyesight, he was the ant about to be crushed to death.

"Is it heavy?"

Feng Xiuyang asked a question, and continued without waiting for Anzheng to answer: "I know this is not your limit. You can always bring surprises to you. But your limit is meaningless to me because you It really can't beat me. "

He pressed his hands down.

At this moment of pressure, the world suddenly changed.

Yeah, this is his world, he can change at will.

Anzheng became very small, perhaps Feng Xiuyang became very big. The sunset really seemed to be as big as a few tens of pounds of watermelon, and An Zheng really seemed to be as big as an ant, but what was terrible was that Feng Xiuyang was still as big as a normal person.

He squatted down and looked at Anzheng with a pity and contempt as the **** looked down on humans.

"Are you afraid of death?"

In his eyes, An Zheng is only as small as an ant.

An Zheng gritted his teeth and held the huge watermelon, his hands and legs were shaking.

Feng Xiuyang said with a smile: "A child who does not answer other people's questions is not a good child, nor are you. Children who are not good children are punished, and you are no exception."

He stretched out a hand and pressed it against the setting sun, as if a normal person felt the pressure of pressing a finger against a watermelon. However, there are individuals under the watermelon, people as large as ants.

An Zheng's body bent down, feeling his bones would be broken in a second. His hands were bent back, and the sunset was already pressing on his shoulders and back. With his head bowed down, the bones all over his body were moaning overwhelmed.

Feng Xiuyang is very proud, of course he is very proud. From very early on, his goal was to defeat An Zheng, but in any past second, he did not have such self-confidence and certainty. Now he has succeeded, and overcoming Anzheng is a huge shackle for him.

Anzheng ... is his demon.

"You seem to be able to persevere. It's really an admirable person. I think someone like you must be able to be sanctified, if you don't die. But how can I make you not die? You don't die, how do I Sanctification? "

His fingers slammed down.

He must feel very cool, and Anzhen must be very cool when the sun sets under the sun. It was as if he had caught a fleas hidden in him for a long time and strangled the fleas with his nails, and a burst of blood spewed out.

It must be great.

But it didn't feel like that.

Feng Xiuyang was lying on the ground, because he was very big and his contention was small. He lay prone on the ground and looked at Anzheng, then became angry.

"Why can you still hold on?"

"why?"

"why?"

Feng Xiuyang seemed to be abnormal, looking at An Zhengwen. He was so big that An Zheng could clearly see every pore on his face. Seeing too many things in his eyes that others would never see, seeing a deep and deep meaning hidden in that eyes.

An Zheng seemed to say something, but An Zheng was too small, so Feng Xiuyang didn't hear clearly. But Anzheng just refused to be overwhelmed, or refused to die like a crushed fleas, which made Feng Xiuyang annoyed. He stood up violently and stepped on the sunset.

For Anzheng, when the huge soles fell, it was as if the sky had fallen.

boom!

The air wave swept out all around, and that foot stepped on the sunset, and finally stepped on it. However, Feng Xiuyang didn't mean to stop at all. He continued to step on it step by step, as if he didn't crush the watermelon. However, the real watermelon will definitely be crushed, but that is not the watermelon, but the sun in this enchantment.

"I don't believe you can turn over."

Feng Xiuyang stepped on countless feet and said breathlessly.

He possessed and grabbed the setting sun and threw it into the sky, then the sun flew back to continue to be its sun. The twisted size comparison returned to normal, and Feng Xiuyang also returned to normal.

In front of him was a deep pit that seemed to be as small as a few tens of centimeters round. The ground had been crushed and crushed, and there was not even a small stone as big as a small thumb. The place where the ground collapsed was squeezed by the setting sun with no fragments at all, not even fine sand. It could only be said that it was powder, and it was fine to the extreme powder.

Feng Xiuyang stood on the edge of the basin, looking at the shadow of An Zheng.

"I know you are dead, but I think you should try harder. There are not many chances to kill you. Once you are lucky enough to escape, I may never have the chance to kill you again."

He waved toward the sky: "Yuehua."

He said two words.

Before it was the setting sun, now it is the moon.

A white moon fell from the sky, it was not a full moon, but a crescent moon. Some people say that the meniscus is like a sword. In Feng Xiuyang's hands, the meniscus is not like a sword. He held the meniscus, his hands raised high.

Start turning the crescent moon, turning fast, so it looks like a full moon. Countless cold white blades were released from the fast-turning moon, and more and faster as the moon turned. Countless blades blasted into the basin like bullets fired by machine guns, and plowed in the basin like a plow.

"Dead ... dead diaphanous."

Xiuyang holding the moon looks like a monster.

The blasting continued, and the soot that stirred up in the basin seemed to be a mist.