Fu Bo's strength far surpassed that of the few sect master-level cultivators who fought with An Zheng just now, the sword in his left hand, the sword in his right hand, and the strange cultivation power, all of which were enough to make Fu Bo rampant in the rivers and lakes of Zhao State. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And An Zheng has to face not only a Fu Bo, but also an old eunuch who may make a move at any time.

Although the old eunuch never made a move, An Zheng subconsciously felt that he was even more dangerous than Fu Bo.

Fu Bo's left hand fell, and An Zheng's broken army sword blocked upward, swinging Fu Bo's long knife away. At the same time, Fu Bo's right-handed sword stabbed into An Zheng's heart. His two hands move at the same time, with different moves, and he uses two things.

An Zheng blocked Fu Bo's knife, and the sword was already in An Zheng's heart.

An Zheng retreated backwards, and the Nine Shadows Thunder Bell threw out like a long whip. Fu Bo's body dodged to the side, and the sword in his right hand stabbed into the air.

But just as he stabbed the sword in the air, An Zheng felt a kind of crisis. He didn't turn around, and all twenty-seven scales of the holy fish flew out to block him, and almost at the same time, the sound of clanging behind him was endless.

Bursts of huge force slammed into the scales of the holy fish behind An Zheng's back, and if An Zheng reacted a little slower, these sword qi would stab An Zheng's back.

An Zheng turned around and saw another Fu Bo, but he quickly disappeared.

An Zheng frowned slightly, and twenty-seven holy fish scales swirled and flew beside him. His attention was not on Fu Bo on the opposite side, but on the surrounding environment. Fu Bo, who suddenly appeared just now, didn't look like a clone, because he disappeared too quickly.

An Zheng noticed that there were black marks on the ground not far away, and it felt like a drop of water falling on the ground and quickly penetrating into the earth.

Sword energy?

An Zheng looked around vigilantly, and Fu Bo's moves seemed to be nowhere to be found. What are the traces that are rapidly disappearing on the ground?

An Zheng's attention returned to Fu Bo again, but he didn't look at Fu Bo, but the long sword in Fu Bo's right hand. It looked like it was just an ordinary long sword, without any terrifying aura. But that's just the appearance, Fu Bo's long sword and the broken army sword just now were not directly damaged after the collision, which is enough to show the quality of this sword.

Anzheng has a very complicated past, the most complicated of which is the investigation of cases. Those experiences had made An Zheng develop the habit of paying attention to details, so he was keenly aware that something very small seemed to drip from the tip of the long sword.

Black, like water droplets.

When he found this, An Zheng gradually had a guess in his heart.

"Do you do this every time you fight someone like this?"

Ann asked.

Fu Bo couldn't help but glance at An Zheng approvingly: "Among the young people, you are indeed the most terrifying one. You saw through it so quickly, I thought it would be a little later. Don't worry, that is, I will shoot like this with an opponent of your level, and others are not worthy. ”

An Zheng: "I want to thank you. ”

He looked at the long sword, "Why is your blood black?"

Fu Bo: "You have too many questions. ”

He moved suddenly, and the long knife in his left hand slashed downward. A sword-like light came from a hundred meters away, and it was just a trance knife light that arrived in front of An Zheng. An Zheng's body avoided to the side, and the knife light almost grazed An Zheng's body.

The sword light is so bright, if this knife appears at night, it will definitely light up the night sky.

Everyone's attention was attracted by that knife, because this knife was too strong, too ruthless, and too domineering. Although An Zheng knew that this knife was definitely not the only offensive, he had to pay full attention to this knife.

The sword qi slashed all the way, but it didn't even have a hundredth of a second. The Nine Shadows Thunder Bell in An Zheng's left hand automatically flew out, spinning to form a raging wave, and the sword qi directly slashed at the Nine Shadows Thunder Bell. If this was an ordinary artifact, this knife would be able to cut it straight through.

This knife actually has the spirit of tens of millions of people, and it seems that no matter what is in front of you, it will be cut in two.

At the same time that the Nine Shadows Thunder Bell blocked this knife, An Zheng did not look at the knife again, but quickly turned around. It was at this moment that Fu Bo behind him suddenly came out of the ground, like a grass that had just sprouted, and then stabbed An Zheng in the back with a sword.

But An Zheng turned around at this moment, and then blocked the sword just right.

With a bang, An Zheng swung Fu Bo's long sword away, but Fu Bo retracted into the ground. The ground was a little darker, and it quickly returned to its original appearance.

An Zheng turned around again, and in the distance, Fu Bo didn't seem to move at all.

"Good exercises, good moves. ”

An Zheng couldn't help but sigh in admiration: "Whether it's your knife or your sword, it's a killing move, but it's not a real killing move." If this move is used against others, I am afraid that there is no solution. Needless to say, people who are not as strong as you will be able to resist even those who are stronger than you. ”

"For neither your sword nor your sword is a false move. If others think your knife is a false move, then the knife can kill. If others underestimate your sword, the sword can kill. But if your opponent's attention is on your sword, then you are certain to die. ”

An Zheng pointed to the long sword held in Fu Bo's right hand: "The most powerful thing is your blood." ”

Fu Bo shook his head and sighed: "I thought that at your age, you can have your current achievement status, mostly because of the help of real masters behind your back, plus a little luck." Now it seems that I don't know anywhere else, but looking at Zhao Guo, there is no one who is your age, or even ten years older than you, who can compare with you. ”

An Zheng: "You think of me too lowly. ”

Fu Bo was slightly stunned: "It's so crazy." ”

An Zheng: "Where are you mad? Just to be honest, you think of me too lowly." If it's just that there is no one in the Zhao Kingdom who can compare with me, then how narrow is my future?"

Fu Bo: "I appreciate your arrogance, but if I appreciate it again, I still want to kill you." ”

He looked at An Zheng and said seriously: "Even though your talent is very good, it is rare in the world. Even if your mind is mature, you are far stronger than your peers. But you still have to die, everyone is the protagonist of their own story. You weren't supposed to be here, but when you do, you are part of my story. Now that you've entered my story, it's natural for you to die. ”

An Zheng: "That's right, everyone is the protagonist of their own story. So wherever I go, it's my story. I'm here to get into your story? Are you wrong...... Wherever I go, whoever appears is just a supporting character in my story. ”

He shot, and Fu Bo also shot.

When Fu Bo was young, he was once known as the most anticipated genius in Zhao Guo, but later gradually fell out of the attention of the top as his family fell into the middle of the road. Because of this, Fu Bo told himself that in this life, he must not let people look down on him forever, just like he looked down on his father.

It was still the left-handed knife that came out first, and it was still a violent knife aura that came in an instant.

But since he had already seen through Fu Bo's exercises, how could An Zheng still not be able to break him for the third time? An Zheng was the kind of person who usually couldn't see how talented and perverted he was, but he could often crush those so-called geniuses and perverts.

"Break your knife!"

An Zheng gathered the power of cultivation in an instant, and the purple true qi overflowed from the palm of his hand and merged into the broken army sword. A thunderbolt-like sword aura burst out from the Broken Army Sword, and with a bang, Fu Bo's left-handed knife was shaken open. Under the residual power of the sword qi, a thunder and lightning barrier was formed in front of Fu Bo, and Fu Bo's face immediately changed.

Without waiting for Fu Bo to react, An Zheng quickly walked in front of Fu Bo with the long sword in both hands, and then slashed the broken army sword with both hands. Fu Bo had no choice but to use the left-handed knife to do it, and the right-handed sword shot at the same time.

But at this moment, An Zheng's right hand suddenly let go. A blazing light appeared in the palm of his hand, Zi Ri with an irresistible temperature, his right hand pushed forward, and Zi Sun blasted towards Fu Bo's right hand sword.

Fu Bo's face changed again, so he had to retreat.

An Zheng was waiting for him to retreat, how could he be giving him a chance to fight back?

His broken army sword slashed down like a machete, while Fu Bo could only use his left-handed knife to block it one by one. It was okay to hit it twice, but after six or seven times, his left-hand knife finally couldn't bear it anymore, and it was cut off by An Zheng's broken army sword with a click.

At the same time, An Zheng's right hand grabbed Fu Bo's right-hand sword, and the purple sun in his palm appeared again. In just an instant, Fu Bo's right-handed sword was burned red.

The moment Fu Bo was distracted, An Zheng kicked Fu Bo in the chest. Fu Bo's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and An Zheng caught up in mid-air, and his right palm was imprinted on Fu Bo's body...... Nine bursts!

Bang!bang...... Nine times in a row, Fu Bo's chest had been blurred by the power of the nine-stage explosion. And his right-handed sword was also snatched away by An Zheng unconsciously. When he landed, the knife in his left hand was broken, and the sword in his right hand was robbed, but the existence similar to the clone that appeared before did not appear this time.

After An Zheng defeated Fu Bo, he didn't stop at all. That is, at the moment when he blasted Fu Bo away with a nine-stage explosion, An Zheng quickly turned around, and condensed a nine-gang heavenly thunder with one hand and blasted out towards his originally empty back.

It was empty, but now it's not. An Zheng's Jiugang Heavenly Thunder blasted out just right, and at the moment when Jiugang Tianlei made a move, the old eunuch also shot behind An Zheng's back.

The hand he had been in the cuff stretched out, and there was a knife in his left hand, but his right hand was empty.

The moment An Zheng saw the knife in his left hand, his heart suddenly shook. The same moves, the same left-handed knife, the same ruthless knife, so similar, is there really no connection?

The moment the old eunuch saw Jiugang Tianlei, he knew that he had lost and lost to that young man.

As a blazing purple light burst open, the old eunuch's mutilated body flew backwards. Pierced through the dust and smoke, through countless pieces of wood and gravel, and fell far, far away. The left half of his body was almost gone, and half of him lay there, his face as white as paper.

After An Zheng repelled the old eunuch, he turned to look at Fu Bo.

Fu Bo struggled several times, but finally couldn't stand up.

An Zheng shook his head: "You relied too much on that exercise, but you forgot your own strong cultivation power. You can appear where your blood is sprinkled, and once I see through this exercise, it is enough to make your blood not spill. ”

Fu Bo spat out blood and looked at the old eunuch who had fallen far away, but in the ruins, the old eunuch's body was blocked.

He smiled wryly: "It's so light...... Ahem...... Even if I am seen through by others, who can make me unable to even spill blood? Your cultivation method is my nemesis. ”

An argued: "Maybe you are not a wicked person by nature, but then you have become what you are now. ”

An Zheng lifted the broken sword, and the tip of the sword went down: "Let's go." ”

With a pop, the broken army sword pierced Fu Bo's heart.

An Zheng turned around, swept his body to the incomplete old eunuch and stopped, the old eunuch raised his right hand with difficulty, and pointed at An Zheng tremblingly. But after he saw blood dripping from the tip of An Zheng's sword, he suddenly let out a long sigh: "That's it...... After all, it can't be successful, but it's a pity that it will be ruined in the hands of an outsider. ”

His right hand fell, and his index and middle fingers, which had been together, parted. An Zheng clearly felt the sharp sword intent on his fingers.

These two fingers are the old eunuch's right-handed sword.