Repugnant Gateway

Obviously already trapped can't even struggle, but Anzheng actually still laughed. I tried my best to pull the handle out of the shackles and shook two fingers, and said to Xu freehand very seriously: "I have two cards."

At this moment, the white world suddenly broke.

There is no reason to break open without any warning. The sky and the earth are like two blank papers. This is the realm of Xu freehand brushwork. No one can write or paint on these two blank papers except Xu freehand brushwork. This is his territory, he has the final say.

However, the white paper was so stabbed, and it didn't make any sense.

The pierced place was right behind Xu freehand, and Xu freehand didn't even notice it.

Maybe it was because Xu Yiyi's attention was all on An Zheng, or maybe it was because Xu Yiyi didn't even think that there was anyone in Yancheng who could break his boundaries. He has enough self-confidence and enough confidence that this is not an immortal palace and there are no crouching tigers and hiding dragons. The strongest practitioner here is Anzheng, but Anzheng has been completely controlled by him, and wanting to kill Anzheng is just a matter of his mind.

The paper broke a hole, as if there was a beautiful young wife in the room taking a bath. A bad boy licked his finger outside the window, pierced the window paper, and the thief stretched his eyes in.

It ’s not just the eyes of the thief who came in, but also a person.

The man broke open the window paper without warning, appeared behind Xu Yiyi without warning, and then added a sign in this white paper-like boundary without warning. Only with this stroke, Xu Yiyi's flawless realm was destroyed.

A bowl of water looks very clear, that is the boundary of water. Dropping a drop of ink into the water still looks like water, but it is no longer pure water. A famous painting has nothing but the creator's strokes, then this painting is the creator's world, and inside it is everything he gives. If any shameless collector puts his own stamp on this famous painting, even how big this shameless person is, it is also a kind of destruction to the painting. This painting is not the creator's world.

The person who came in drew a stroke on the white paper, and the painting was particularly ugly. He is a person who likes painting, but he has no talent for painting. He has been painting for a long time, but he still cannot draw a straight line. But this does not affect his likes to paint, and no one can stop him from liking to paint.

His name was Ye Qidao, and he ... was not among the six.

So he can enter the realm of others quite unreasonably, without worrying whether the realm is willing or not. It just happened that Xu Yiyi was a painter, and Ye Qidao was the destroyer. He was a bad guy who had dripped a drop of ink in the water, which was more hateful than stamping his own seal on famous paintings. He is on this famous painting that seems to be enough to pass on to future generations ... Spilled a bowl of ink.

With a pop, a crooked long sword pierced Xu freehand's back, then pierced out from the front chest. Xu Yiyi didn't feel anyone behind him. In fact, it had nothing to do with whether he was confident or not, because Ye Qidao ... that's the kind of person, that's his physique, so he can be unreasonable.

That sword is really ugly.

It looks like a broom, but Ye Qidao calls it a sword, a sword that destroys immortals.

An Zheng once asked Xiao Qidao why he likes to draw swords.

Xiao Qidao smiled a little embarrassedly, but he answered very solemnly and seriously: "I still remember that when I was living in the Forbidden City, my father left a sword on a piece of paper to protect me. That is not a real sword, but a sword meaning that breaks the world. I have not seen my father, but I can feel the belief he wants to protect. Some people say that the sword is a kind of jewelry, some people say that the sword is a weapon , But for me ... the sword is my guardian. "

The sword pierced Xu freehand's heart, and the crooked crying sword tip pierced the chest. Ye Qidao smiled embarrassedly and scratched his hair: "Snake-shaped sword."

An Zheng smiled bitterly: "I didn't let you explain anything."

Xu freehand sat on the chair without moving, and he could not move. The sword pierced from behind the chair and pierced the chair and pierced his body. He was nailed to a chair, and the chair was drawn, which was originally a defense. And the crooked sword ignored his defense and his golden fairy body.

Xu freehand lowered his head and looked at the sword pierced from his heart, frowning.

"It's ugly ..."

He stretched out his hand to hold the tip of the sword, and pulled the handle out of his body. Because the sword is not straight, the wound caused by the extraction is much larger than the straight sword. It was n’t Xu how freehand he was, but because he felt that the power from another world was rapidly melting and dissolving his cultivation power. If this sword that is ugly to the extreme is inserted in his heart for a while, his power will be completely dissipated.

"Who gave you the confidence to paint?"

He stood up, his heart bleeding, his hands bleeding. The sword is twisted like a snake, but it's **** sharp.

Xu Yiyi turned to look at Ye Qidao as if he were looking at a bad boy who had corrupted her reputation as a flower-like girl. He now seems to hate Ye Qidao even more than he hates Anzheng.

Ye Qidao didn't pay attention to him. Instead, he wiped it with the dirty-looking broken book, the dirty-looking, almost balding brush, and then the prison around Anzheng's body was opened. . There is no aesthetics at all, just like a beautiful woman was painting lipstick on her own, a wild boy came out and said that I will help you, and then painted the lipstick from the lips to the earlobe ... It ’s really ugly, ugly Endure things.

"Myself."

Ye Qidao released Xu Zhengyi's words after releasing An Zheng.

"I love painting!"

He was straightforward when he answered, and he answered so decisively.

"you……"

With a pop, Xu freehand spouted a blood in his mouth.

"You love painting ... you **** are messing up!"

Ye Qidao pouted: "You can't control ... I don't want my brother to care about me, why are you?"

An Zheng laughed, proud.

Ye Qidao is like a grumpy child, holding a bald brush in his hand and scribbling on the notebook. The white sky is gone, and black clouds appear ... Let ’s just call it a cloud, anyway. The group can only be described as such. This cloud layer blocked the white sky, and then it started to rain. The rain was the ink that Ye Qidao had arbitrarily dotted, and no drop fell on Anzheng, because the place where it rained was just a big piece of a person. there.

It's not raining, it's flushing with a hose.

Xu freehand was angry.

"You can't even order one point!"

Yeah, those raindrops are so ugly.

But the rain fell on Xu freehand, and every drop could penetrate. It is not that Ye Qidao is much more powerful than Xu freehand brushwork. Relatively speaking, one-to-one Xu freehand brushwork can easily kill Ye Qidao. But now Xu freehand is over, his world is over, his state of mind is over, and his body is over. That sword pierced his heart, no matter how strong he was, it was always a deadly place.

The ugly raindrops pierced his body with holes and holes.

Xu freehand couldn't stand and fell to the ground, looking at Ye Qidao with hatred and disdain.

He lay there, and a black light mass began to appear in his abdomen, like a small black ink dragon hovering.

An Zheng pushed Ye Qidao out, and then pressed his body against the ink-colored cluster of light. That was Xu Xiyi's last power, and it was the most terrifying self-detonation approaching the practitioners of Shangxian level. Anzheng could not stop it, so Anzheng pressed down with his own body.

At the moment he fell, he pushed Ye Qidao out. Then, suddenly, a force rushed over and rammed Ang out.

An Zheng's body sumo hit Xu freehand, and then exploded.

The messed-up sky was gone, the ground was ruined, the boundary was broken. An Zheng and Ye Qidao were rushed out by the force of the violent pole. Ye Qidao didn't seem to have a good place in his body, all blood. Anzhen is better, skin is fleshy, but at least the bones are still good.

The appearance of An Zheng disappeared.

Ann contends to summon and then summon, but there is no response at all.

An Zhengping flew over to see Ye Qidao's injury, and then fell to the ground after only two steps. He looked down, his injuries were more serious than he thought. Xu freehand is very powerful and is the most powerful opponent he has ever encountered. Almost all of his feet have stepped into the upper fairy realm, and the upper fairy, even in the fairy palace, can exist sideways.

This may be the first practitioner of the golden fairy peak has fallen in the human world in recent thousands of years.

Ann contends there, gasping heavily, blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth. His broken body, through those shocking wounds, could even see the heart beating and other internal organs bleeding.

Not only that, An Zheng thought his bones were intact, but in fact, the side he was near the explosion was still broken. The ribs are densely packed with small cracks, and there are more cracks in the leg bones than the ribs.

Falling there, Anzheng seemed to have no other ability than breathing.

This battle was won, but it was so tragic. Ye Qidao broke Xu's freehand realm, but after all, it was too different to cultivate to the realm. If it were not for An Zheng to push him away, Ye Qidao might have crushed his bones. However, the appearance of Anzheng disappeared again, and even Anzheng did not know whether this appearance would appear again.

An Zheng suddenly felt guilty.

At the beginning of the battle, the moment An Zheng fought side by side with his body, he actually doubted his body. Because he looks more and more like him, like his most perfect avatar. At that time, An Zheng thought of the warrior created by Chen Wunuo and the awakening of the warrior. Like Nie Qing, like Warrior II ... An Zheng is thinking, if one day his own physique also has this awakening, is it still his physique?

Ann struggled there, not only bleeding in the mouth, but also bleeding in the eyes, ears, and nose.

In addition to blood, there are tears in the eyes. Tears and blood flowed together and flowed out, wetting the land under An Zheng.

An Zheng didn't dare to recall ... At the moment when he was rushing to Xu Freehand, when the body warrior knocked him over Xu Freehand, the body looked at An Zheng. The indescribable feeling in that eyes ... the difference? guard? Friendship? Maybe more more.

"Goodbye."

An Zheng saw it, his lip moved when he suppressed Xu freehand.

Those two words cut An Zheng's heart like a knife.

Goodbye……