Repugnant Gateway

In Qiu Xiaoyu's view, he is the kind of person who would restore the fish to the plate after eating a fish. And such a guy as Anzheng is a layman who casually throws in the trash after eating.

Qiu Xiaoyu has never thought that he would become a vulgar person like an argument, he felt that everything must be neat. For example, how many knives he left on Nie Qing just as many knives left on Fei Qiansong.

When An Zheng passed Fei Qiansong's side, Fei Qiansong raised her hand in anger and said with a weak voice to save me.

An Zheng ignored it and threw away after dropping a bottle of medicine.

Save her?

Being able to drop a bottle of wound medicine there is also a matter of course for Anzheng. There is no one in the eyes of Anzhen who should not be damn. And even if it is a kill, it should not be killed neatly. How they killed others at first, they killed them by any means.

It is not a cruel thing to treat others with their own way of life, but it is retribution.

Qiu Xiaoyu narrowed her eyes and looked at Anzheng very carefully.

"You are murderous."

He says.

"You must have killed a lot of people before you came here, so you can have this kind of murderous murder. I like to fight with someone who can kill people, otherwise it will be very boring."

Qiu Xiaoyu moved, but her eyes moved.

An Zheng's body seemed to be cut by thousands of knives at the same time. At first, An Zheng's illusion was that it was a very domineering pupil technique, and then An Zheng only woke up.

His knife is not in his hand, not in the scabbard or even a knife, his knife is his eyes. Therefore, Nie Qingxiu's domineering body, the flying drift of Fei Qiansong, has no way to deal with this kind of eye knife. If Nie Qing can get close, maybe he has a fight with Qiu Xiaoyu. Fortunately, he would never have a chance to get close to someone like Qiu Xiaoyu.

Thousands of swords, each one did not leave Anzheng's body, because Qiu Xiaoyu looked at Anzheng that way. How quickly a person thinks, the first reaction is definitely not his hand, but his eyes. The eye is the organ closest to the brain. After the brain makes a judgment and transmits it to the eye, the reaction time may be only one ten thousandth of a second faster than that of the master, but the same is enough for the master.

Qiu Xiaoyu laughed, watching Anzheng's clothes being cut and fragmented, and there wasn't even an intact place as big as a finger. He had seen the broken flesh under An Zheng's broken shirt, and then he ... smiled proudly, followed by disappointment.

Because Anzheng only had broken clothes.

Thousands of knives were chopped on Anzheng, as if a person had rounded his arms and chopped on the hardest stone with a kitchen knife, it looked imposing, but only left a shallow light on the stone White seal. The white mark on An Zheng is his broken clothes.

"It's expensive."

An Zheng looked down at his clothes like rags hanging on his body, his eyes were distressed.

"Rui Qingfeng's clothes, each piece of clothing takes at least half a month to make, one needle and one thread are made of the finest materials, even when making clothes, the weather must also be considered. What water temperature is after the garment is ready? Soaking and drying at any temperature are very particular. You just cut me up. "

Qiu Xiaoyu was a little annoyed. He thought Anzheng was a fool. The two were desperately trying to chatter because of a piece of clothing, like an old man with a dying year. When buying two or two peanuts, I have to pick one by one, and then solemnly and seriously tell the peanut seller that the money I earn is particularly difficult, and every point is not easy.

But doesn't it make sense?

Of course it makes sense.

Everyone else earns every penny hard earned, and of course they are qualified to be picky when Zhengda brightly spends the money he has earned. Anyone who stops this kind of criticism and despise it will always be stupid.

Thousands of knives, after cutting on Anzheng, the clothes are broken, but Anzheng ’s body does not have any scars. Qiu Xiaoyu even wants to uncover that tattered clothes to take a closer look. No shallow white seal would make him feel like a failure.

"Will you try me again?"

An Zheng picked up his clothes and asked in the corner.

Then the Thousand Thousand Swords came again, this time the Eye Swords were more fierce and more cruel. Each knife flashed a spinning edge, and each knife could crack the mountain. The countless blades made a striking sound of metal clang on An Zheng's body.

"Trouble?"

An Zheng looked back at Nie Qing and said, "You can't say anything you see today, including your woman."

Then Ang struggled, Ang struggled forward, and the knife flow came immediately. It was not a stream of sword gas, it was a torrential river of sword gas. The endless giant waves hit Anzheng once, and every second he hits Anzheng with countless anger.

The clanging sound was endless, giving people the illusion of entering a blacksmith's shop where ten thousand people were also making iron.

An Zheng didn't stop. Every step he took was slow and heavy. That heaviness is not his own reason, but the pressure and impact of the knife gas. An Zheng seems to be a fool, he can avoid the flow of the knife one step to the left and the other to the right, but he does n’t want to avoid it, and moves on with a stupid decision that I do n’t believe you can kill me.

However, it is the autumn fish that looks more and more ugly.

【Heavy Thunder】

Qiu Xiaoyu spit out two words gently in her mouth, and her eyes changed. His eyes were filled with blood and turned into a scary red. And at this moment, every knife gas radiated from his eyes turned red.

Some people say that sword energy and sword energy take the intangible as the highest state, but when a person has reached the invisible state and makes his sword energy become tangible, then there is only one reason ... that is, the tangible is stronger.

Some people say that red symbolizes fiery heat and symbolizes burning, but in fact, red symbolizes more of a kind of murderous energy released from the deep heart. This time the knife flow is significantly thinner than before, but each knife carries a breath of death.

"Under the world, only my sword."

Qiu Xiaoyu's eyes stared at Anzheng, and the knives flew past. An Zheng's face changed slightly when he saw those red knives, and finally felt the breath that could threaten him. However, An Zheng did not intend to dodge.

He wanted to know how powerful Da Chia gave him.

The first knife chopped on Anzheng, leaving a trace on Anzheng's skin, and the second knife was extremely accurate, and he chopped at the position where he had previously cut. After two knives, An Zheng's skin cracked with a slight opening, followed by three knives, four knives, five knives ... knives hit.

"If you don't realize it, you don't know what heavy thunder is."

The corner of Qiu Xiaoyu's mouth slightly hooked up, because he had seen An Zheng's end.

"You have made me very happy, and no one has let me use heavy thunder for many years. In my knife technique, the first layer is a chaotic blade, the second layer is a heavy thunder, and the third layer is breaking the world. There is only one person in this world who has let me use the world. You can make me use heavy thunder. It is already amazing. "

"Pooh."

An Zheng's answer was only one word.

In his view, Qiu Xiaoyu's little pride is a stupid performance. If he is willing to dodge, Qiu Xiaoyu will hit the same position with a knife?

"Six hundred and sixty-six knives."

An Zheng walked and said, "I tolerate your six hundred and sixty-six knives being cut in the same position as me. You actually just cut my muscles with the blade. It doesn't even need a few stitches."

The corner of Qiu Xiaoyu's mouth twitched and took a deep breath.

【Breaking the World】

Since his debut, he really used only one person when he played against the world. Although he was defeated that time, he was convinced. Because the man he lost to is an old monster who has lived for many, many years, has accumulated so many years, and is still hurt by him ... Is this not enough to prove that he is powerful in breaking the world?

That man is called Tan Shanse.

puff!

Tangible and invisible, a knife as large as a door chopped on An Zheng's wound, and this knife directly doubled the wound. The second knife followed immediately, and cut the skin and flesh of Anzheng completely. After a puff, the knife gas chopped on the bone of Anzheng. At that moment, Qiu Xiaoyu's body took a step back ... He didn't even know why he took a step back.

With a bang, Daoqi was shattered by the contented bones.

Qiu Xiaoyu's eyes were amazed: "I don't believe you are a steel bar!"

The blades more than two meters long flew and flew over, one by one, each of the rotating blades did not go straight, but no matter what arc, it would eventually hit the previous wound. An Zheng deliberately made this a part of the reason, he just kept the direction of moving forward unchanged. But it is enough to show that the precision of these blades is already dazzling.

What does it feel like a knife with a door that is big enough to cut in the same position at once?

One knife breaks, two knife breaks, knife breaks!

Countless knives were cut on Anzheng's bones, and countless knives were broken. No matter how violent and cruel the knife is, the moment it touches the bone of An Zheng, it will be broken.

"The strength of the world can't hurt my **** bone."

An Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Qiu Xiaoyu: "It's almost the same, and you are just like that."

Qiu Xiaoyu was furious: "Give me ..."

Before he said the words, he found that Anzheng had disappeared, and a fist as big as a sandbag hit his back on the head. This punch directly interrupted his neck bone and slammed his head down. On his chest, the forehead broke several ribs.

An Zheng was behind Qiu Xiaoyu, his knees were raised against Qiu Xiaoyu's back, two arms grasped Qiu Xiaoyu's two arms and pulled backwards ... two blood mists were sprayed out and his arm was directly Pulled down.

After a few seconds, the first killer that made everyone feel chilled was distracted.

Looking at the messy pieces of corpses on the ground, An Zheng thought of Qiu Xiaoyu's habit of splicing and reorganizing the people he killed. He squatted down to pick up two pieces and tried to splice them together. His patience allowed him to stick to the third One half body, and then kick all the broken pieces away with one foot.

"There is something wrong."

He looked at the wound on his body, and there was a cruelty in the corner of his mouth.

Cruel to yourself.