Repugnant Gateway

The gas explosion on Anzheng directly destroyed the remaining half of the enchantment. The purpose of this enchantment left by Emperor Menghu might be two. The first is to protect the nine dragon pillars for storage. The second is to protect Xuanwu.

Several emperor-level strong men in the world, whoever has the power of Xuanwu will become the first person in the world.

The enchantment was wide open, and Xuanwu seemed to see hope, screaming toward the sky and rushing towards the outside. The immortal emperor Qinglian, who was forced to retreat by An Zheng, was angered. When he wanted to fight against An Zheng, he saw Xuanwu flying out towards the east, and he quickly intercepted. The Buddha moved faster than he did. He stopped in front of Xuanwu and raised a hand with a golden **** character and flew past.

I don't see how horrible the character is, but Xuanwu didn't dare to rush.

An Zhenggang has just entered the first stage of the emperor level, and naturally will not let go of such a good opportunity to test his strength, but his goal is not Xuanwu, but Qinglian. A purple electricity suddenly appeared in front of Qinglian, Qinglian snorted and raised his hand with a sword gas to collapse the purple electricity. He turned to look at An Zheng, his eyes full of anger.

"The result of indulging you is to make you more arrogant."

He looked at An Zheng: "You only entered the emperor class, and it is not too late to destroy you!"

Qinglian's hand pointed forward, and several rotating blue lotus petals flew towards An Zheng. In mid-air, the endless sword-like rainstorms on these rotating petals shot towards Anzheng. In terms of exercises, there is not much magic, but each blow is the strength of the emperor-level strong. This intensive offensive is a disaster for the world.

But for Anzheng, it is just right to test his current strength.

Anzheng summoned the anti-breaking sword. When the strength of Anzheng reached the emperor level, even the anti-breaking sword could look different. An Jingshou held the counter-breaking divine sword, and each sword was just right to smash a sword. He deliberately tested himself, so he did not use exercises to resist, but simply relied on his hand speed to resist Qinglian's sword intention. How fast Qinglian's sword intentions are.

"Cool!"

An Zheng crushed all the swordsmanship released on the petals of the lotus in Qinglian, and his heart was full of pride.

"Crazy junior."

Qinglian scolded, and slammed her hands down.

There seemed to be an invisible curtain in the sky that he pulled down. It was an imperial-level technique of space. It seems that nothing has changed, but there is a superposition in the world. The moment the two spaces intersect, they can crush people. Anzheng withdrew his counter-breaking sword and raised his hands. Two hands raised the space where it landed, and after a bang, the body sank slightly, but immediately stopped.

The force from the falling space makes An Zheng feel that every muscle in his arm is tight, and that tightness is not the performance of the limit, but a eager to release. His power was surging inside him, and he seemed to want to vent.

"Get up!"

Anzheng contracted his arms back a bit, then slammed upward. The superimposed space was directly thrown up by him, and the form of the superimposed space also appeared at this moment. It is a box-shaped cube, and the moment it went up, the space and space rubbed, and actually made a harsh sound and Mars.

"broken!"

An Zheng's right fist blasted upwards, and a strong force hit the superimposed space, directly exploding it.

"Look at how many more you can take me."

Qinglian's two hands are constantly moving in the void, and the superimposed space of a cube is constantly coming and going. Before the contention, the anti-breaking divine sword was used to resist Qinglian's dense sword intention, in order to test his current reaction. Supporting the superimposed space with both hands is to test your physical strength now. At this time, more and more overlapping spaces are continuously interlaced, and Anzheng begins to detect his own speed. His figure walked through these overlapping spaces, even Qinglian felt that his eyes could not keep up with the speed of contention!

This is the reaction of the emperor-level strong, even if it is a practitioner who is replaced by the peak of the realm of immortal Venerable Realm, I am afraid that I can't even see the phantom of Anzheng!

The overlapping spaces of the cubes are constantly staggered and overlapped, as if there were countless hands pushing countless city bricks back and forth. With the continuous movement of Qinglian's hands, the speed and power of these superimposed spaces are becoming more and more outrageous. The figure of An Zheng walks through this constant interlace, no matter how the space interlaces, he can pass through at the occasion of a thousand times.

Just a few seconds. For ordinary people, a few seconds is nothing. Most people will not feel distressed for a few seconds, nor will they care about the existence of a few seconds. However, in the few seconds that An Zheng had just spent, the number of attacks he dodged added up to a terrifying number.

Qinglian's face has become more and more serious, he did not expect that the first-level An Zheng struggle has been so strong. His promotion to the Immortal Emperor level has not been a matter of thousands of years. Even though both of them are Emperor level, Qinglian also has enough self-confidence and confidence to fight for An. At this moment, because of his anger, he had already forgotten the threat of Violet to himself, and he wanted to kill An. However, he couldn't do it.

At this moment, Qinglian finally recovered a bit of the hostility that once slaughtered the world.

"Destroy me!"

His hands suddenly separated, and the sky split into a huge mouth, straight up and down. A straight line divides the sky into two separate spaces, and security is in this gap. Then Qinglian's two hands snapped, and the huge space on both sides immediately hit Anzheng as if the two cliffs collided. It was silent, but it seemed to shake the whole world.

Anzheng's two hands pushed out, palms against the two space walls that would crush him.

He slowly raised his head, a confident smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that it is still not at the limit."

His two hands exerted outward force, and two ripples rippled outward in his palm, sweeping the sky in an instant. The open sky splits to the left and right, and An Zheng walks out of the crack, and then his hands are united, and a loud bang makes the two sky reconnect together.

Qinglian's brow furrowed slightly, her eyes full of anger.

At this moment, those who had their own heritage rushed out of the dragon column. Du Shoushou raised his head and looked up at the sky, then saw a scene that made him feel creepy. He saw An Zheng coming out of the crack in the space, and then the crack disappeared and the sky calmed down. However, this scene is constantly repeating. An Zheng came out and went back, came out and went back again. This is not only the manipulation of space art, but also the power of time.

Qinglian snorted: "After all, it's still worse."

"That's what you think."

The voice appeared behind Qinglian. Qinglian turned back and saw his own face. He saw that face was full of contempt and a kind of twisted self-confidence, he saw his mouth open and said coldly, after all, it was still worse. Then the Qinglian who said this seems to have noticed something wrong behind her, and turned back fiercely. Qinglian looked back at her face, a face full of contempt and a twisted confidence, and then opened her mouth and said coldly, after all, it was still worse. This Qinglian's face changed, she looked back and saw a face of her own ... endless.

Qinglian's eyes widened suddenly, and a mighty force was released from him, and the whole sky fluctuated obviously. The breath spread to the ground, and the ground first sank slightly, and immediately followed the soil layer and was shocked. A layer of soil with a thickness of at least a dozen meters flew a few meters high, and then crashed down.

"broken!"

He screamed.

The endless self-recovered self disappeared.

"Young man, let me take a look."

He turned to look at Anzheng, and Anzheng stood there as if he hadn't moved. Even if they saw this scene, Du Shoushou couldn't help but doubt that the picture of Anzheng that he just saw kept coming out and going back. Does the clear and so sure picture really exist? Do they really see the pictures of Qinglian turning back to see Qinglian turning back to see Qinglian turning back?

Du Shoushen felt more and more wrong when he wanted to. Suddenly, there was a sudden pain in his heart, and then a big spit of blood spit out, and the whole person became weak instantly.

"Don't look at it, don't think about it."

An Zheng shouted at Du Shouxi in the middle of the air, and the monkey immediately came over and pulled Du Shouyi over, covering Du Shoujian's eyes with his hands.

"Let everyone stop watching the battle between them. We haven't reached the emperor level yet. We can't take a closer look or even think about it. Otherwise, we might get into trouble!"

"Close your eyes!"

"I'll help you."

Xu Shiyu rushed from behind, two hands crossed in the midair and then divided, the space was torn apart, he grabbed his hands backwards, and the void caught everyone and threw it into that space. As he was about to enter the entrance of the space, he couldn't help but glance back. Because the battle between the two peerless powers contains the most primitive and powerful two forces, space and time. As long as he took a closer look, he felt that he might have a bigger breakthrough. After being inherited, he felt that he was only one step away from the emperor, but he could not reach it. However, after seeing the fierce battle between Anzheng and Qinglian, the feeling of being able to break through anytime and anywhere became stronger. So he couldn't help but turned around and told himself to just look at it and look at it again.

Then Xu Shiyi's face turned white, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. At the entrance of the space, Chen Shaobai's hand stretched out and dragged Xu Shi into it. Xu Shiyi had no blood on his face, and knew that he was at a moment when his life was at stake. If Chen Shaobai had pulled himself off, his brain might have exploded.

He quickly sealed the entrance to the space and never dared to look outside again.