Ouyang Jianyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, knocked down the long sword in his hand, and attacked the sword body and the sword body again.
when!
Mars are splashing everywhere.
An Zhilu's entire right arm trembled violently, and even ripples appeared between his skin and flesh. More fresh blood was oozing from the medicine cloth all over his body, but his sword still did not take off!
Ouyang Jianyuan's sword seemed to make a hungry wolf smell the smell of blood. An Zhilu's throat let out a crazy roar, and his left hand also landed on the hilt of the sword. He held the sword in both hands, just like a Mo knife that had lost the hilt of the knife, and he bumped into Ouyang Jianyuan's abdomen with the knife!
Ouyang Jianyuan felt strange in his heart, and the strange feeling came from incomprehension.
In his understanding, this person's cultivation level cannot do such a thing. It is true that on the battlefield, will is the key to determining the outcome. However, his intuition is that no matter how tough the will is, this person's performance has exceeded the limit that ordinary practitioners can bear.
At this time, he naturally could not die with this strange young fat man. While his eyes narrowed slightly, his body swept several feet like teleportation. While avoiding An Zhilu's sword, the sword in his hand swept towards An Zhilu's back.
One sword turns two.
He gave enough respect to this young fat man whom he could not understand. The sword in his hand became two again, one up and one after another, and it was hard to tell whether it was true or not.
However, he heard a roar again in his ears. The sound was clearly from An Zhilu's throat, but the feeling that this moment gave him was particularly strange. It seemed that this roar was too close to the roar in front and could not be connected in one breath. Logically speaking, An Zhilu should not be able to roar this.
when!
Almost at the same time, the long sword in his hand shook violently, making his face instantly filled with shock and incredible expressions.
An Zhilu actually blocked the sword!
His hands were swung back so fast that when he forced his sword to turn around and blocked his sword, An Zhilu's entire body became indescribable in Ouyang Jianyuan's perception.
"This person's perception is different from that of ordinary people!"
At the same time, Ouyang Jianyuan also reacted. It was no accident that An Zhilu could judge his true sword path clearly!
"good!"
Hua Huaixian was overjoyed.
He had thought An Zhilu could not even stop a sword, but he still had the intention of escaping first. Seeing that An Zhilu could actually fight with this man, he immediately did not hesitate at all and jumped over.
Swish!
He waved the long sword in his hand, and seven sword lights appeared in succession on the sword.
The seven sword lights were like substances, and they rushed towards Ouyang Jianyuan in succession.
Ouyang Jianyuan moved horizontally again, and the long sword in his hand was dotted, shattering all the sword lights that attacked in front of him, with a very chic attitude.
"Try my sword again!"
However, at the same time, Hua Huaixian also let out a loud shout, and the true energy in his body surged out from his arm meridians like the broken river.
A black sword energy appeared on his sword!
This sword energy is like a black chain, emitting a cold light.
This sword energy is not as good as Hua Huaixian's sword leader, but for some reason, when he saw the moment the sword energy was formed and he felt the true energy in Hua Huaixian's body was still surging wildly, Ouyang Jianyuan felt that he could not avoid it.
Sure enough, the sword energy approached and suddenly surged. It was only a few feet long, but it surged by more than ten feet in an instant. It shook its head and tail, and one end of the sword energy circled around him at an astonishing speed, as if it was about to wrap his whole body around the waist.
Ouyang Jianyuan's breathing stagnated, and he slashed his sword. The long sword in his hand seemed to instantly wrap a cloud of dark clouds, but when he touched the sword energy of Hua Huaixian, his heart sank, and his intuition was not good.
His entire sword seemed to suddenly fall into a black mud. Not only did the entire sword look soft and powerless, but the true energy in his entire arm seemed to be out of control and was pulled towards an unknown space.
"What method is this from Fahrenheit?"
There are only a few practitioners in Youzhou. Although they are in charge of Youzhou, Chang'an does not have much understanding of Huahuai's cultivation. The true energy in Huahuai's body rushes wildly, giving people the feeling that this sword energy should be mainly fierce and domineering. Ouyang Jianyuan was originally worried that he could not withstand this collision of true energy, and he never thought that this sword would have such an effect.
At this moment, his face became extremely ugly, and An Zhilu, who was beside him, was already rushing towards him again without fear of death.
An Zhilu seemed to be afraid that the sword in her hand would be shaken off, and she still held the sword in both hands and slashed towards his arm holding the sword, obviously wanting to remove his arm with one sword.
Ouyang Jianyuan had a murderous intent in his eyes. With a loud shout, thunder was walking between the dark clouds on his sword. The moment his body flew out from behind, he pulled the sword away from Hua Huaixian's sword energy.
At the same time, his index finger and middle finger on his left hand were swords, and he drew a circle in an instant in the air.
With a chirping sound, a sword energy formed strangely and stabbed towards An Zhilu's throat.
This sword energy is not a sword evil, but it is like a sword evil. The sword energy is very condensed, like a small sword that truly shines with cold light.
However, what he didn't expect was that An Zhilu just stepped up and did not avoid this sword energy!
puff!
The sword energy pierced his chest, and a blood fountain surged, which seemed to be only a few inches away from his heart!
An Zhide looked like a crazy tiger, holding a sword in both hands and slashing towards Ouyang Jianyuan's neck. Such desperate posture made Hua Huaixian, who was chasing him, feel cold when he looked at him.
For the first time, Ouyang Jianyuan was afraid of this kind of cultivator whose cultivation was far inferior to his. He swung his sword and slashed. With a sound of shock, An Zhilu's long sword in his hand was easily knocked out by him.
Before he could react, An Zhilu, who seemed to be crazy, had a short body and a ball of things flew towards him.
He felt that this thing was strange and tried to avoid it directly, but the thing dispersed directly.
When he held his breath, he felt that the whiteness in front of him was everywhere, and the skin on his eyes and the face were so hot that it hurt.
"lime?"
He subconsciously felt that this was lime, but his intuition was wrong. No lime could break through his body-protecting true energy, which made him feel like this on his face.
"This man is so cunning!"
"He is so young and has many tricks, so why does he seem to be more experienced than me when facing the enemy? And how can this man meet an opponent who is better than him? He is not at all panic."
Ouyang Jianyuan didn’t know that An Zhilu’s growth experience was completely different from that of ordinary practitioners.
An Zhilu was a fighter of orphans since she was young and lived on the streets. Although she was taken in by Yongning Xiu later, since she was young, she really never encountered an opponent who was weaker than her except for fighting more and fighting less and fighting with orphans together.
In Yongning Cultivation Institute, he also obtained the practice method himself. When he was able to stand on the arena of Yongning Cultivation Institute and fall into the sight of Pei Yunqi, the Fifth Prince and others, he had no idea how many opponents he had fought with were stronger than him.
He has always fought with people who are stronger than himself. When he met enemies who are stronger than himself, he naturally did not have the same fear as others. Moreover, it is because he has fought with people who are stronger than himself since childhood that his mind is full of all kinds of sinister and cunning tricks.
Most of the practitioners in Chang'an's practice area are not used to the border army at the beginning. Only those who can survive for a few years will gradually become down-to-earth, and their ability to fight can be superior to others.
The essential reason is that when those practitioners in Chang'an practice are facing fair sword competitions in Chang'an, especially in most cases, they are single-to-single competitions. In the eyes of everyone, they use those martial arts methods to plot against others. Not to mention that in the eyes of others, even if they themselves feel shameless and subconsciously resist.
Ouyang Jianyuan has been away from Chang'an for many years, but his growth experience is naturally different from An Zhilu. Moreover, he was born in Baiyun Temple and was the top-notch practice. It is difficult for the opponents he encountered to surpass him. Therefore, he had a few encounters with An Zhilu and felt this way.
An Zhilu was always full of thoughts about how to deal with a practitioner who was far better than him. He would prepare any means he thought were effective.
He has been studying poisonous gu methods and has searched many classics. In those classics, there are methods to refine some poison powder, and he can't help but try it.
His bag of powder is indeed mainly lime, but in fact, lime is only used to confuse practitioners' perceptions. Lime cannot penetrate the body-protecting true energy, but the several things he added in it can.
Some poisons that are particularly powerful and can directly poison seventh-level practitioners are naturally a secret for those powerful poisonous sects. The things he has made now cannot poison Ouyang Jianyuan, but at least it can make his face burn and make him cry, especially as long as he sucks in a little dust, the breath in his lungs will not flow smoothly.
Ouyang Jianyuan was already a little angry when An Zhilu got hit by this, but at this time, An Zhilu covered his chest and lying down. He was not at all aware of Jiang Ziyan. At this time, if it were Jiang Ziyan, not to mention that An Zhilu looked almost dead, even if An Zhilu was really dead, Jiang Ziyan would definitely have to poke the Three Swords when he saw that he was not lying well enough.
Ouyang Jianyuan doesn’t have such a good habit at all.
When he saw this An Zhilu, he subconsciously wanted to deal with Hua Huaixian who was rushing forward.
In fact, he didn't want to fight alone with Hua Huaixian at this time, because he heard a lot of people coming in his ears. Looking at the sword light shining out by Hua Huaixian, he swung his fingers. The long sword in his hand seemed to turn into two swords again, but the true energy in his body sank rapidly, and two clouds of clouds were generated under his feet, making his body float.
White clouds pass by.
His body had begun to accelerate backwards, but his breathing suddenly became more difficult.
It was not the inhaled powder, but even when his eyes were sore, he could see clearly that the fat man, who seemed to be dying, suddenly started to bounce and hold his ankles with both hands!
He intuition that An Zhilu should not be able to keep up with his speed and should not be able to catch him, but as soon as this thought appeared in his mind, his whole body sank, and An Zhilu's roar sounded from his ears, "Kill him!"
"How is that possible!"
Ouyang Jianyuan changed color in shock.
He felt it was impossible, but An Zhilu once again exceeded his understanding and actually grabbed his ankle and dragged him down!
He almost had an instinctive reaction and slashed down with a sword, trying to cut off An Zhilu's head directly.
But at this time, Hua Huaixian used both swords and stabbed his lower abdomen with one sword, and at the same time blocked the sword path of his sword.
A sharp roar burst out from Hua Huaixian's lips. This practitioner, who has always been known for his real steadfastness in Youzhou and does not attract attention with his force, finally burst out his true power at this time.
The true energy in his body was still gushing out like the broken river, but at this time the power on his sword was no longer the strange power like a slumber, but the complete violent force.
The domineering and terrifying sword force was transmitted along the sword body to Ouyang Jianyuan's sword. Ouyang Jianyuan could not use the power to remove the power at all, so he could only mobilize his true energy to compete with it in a shock.
boom!
A visible air mass burst between the two swords, and the shattered sword energy in it was like fragmented glass splashing everywhere.
Countless tiny blood fountains splashed on the back of An Zhilu under Ouyang Jianyuan's body, but he listened to the crackling sound from his wrist bones and Ouyang Jianyuan's ankles, and was suffering from severe pain, but he refused to let go. Instead, he seemed to pass on his pain to Ouyang Jianyuan. His hands and ten fingers were desperately trying to snatch Ouyang Jianyuan's flesh and blood.
Ouyang Jianyuan's body-protecting true energy was almost shaken away by Hua Huaixian's sword. The flesh and blood on his ankles seemed to be pierced by ten steel drills, and the severe pain that came into his mind instantly made him scream in pain.
Hua Huaixian took a deep breath at this time.
He looked at the blood surging from An Zhilu's body, and a deep expression of admiration appeared in his eyes.
At the same time, his face, which was originally flushed, suddenly turned pale, but blue veins bulged on his forehead.
His whole person seemed to become extremely hard at this time, and the energy in his entire body made him look like gold and iron at this time.
It was impossible for him to move forward sharply again at this time, but in Ouyang Jianyuan's howling, he held the long sword that was shaking continuously in his right hand, but his entire right arm suddenly stabilized to the extreme. His chest pressed against the hilt of the sword and forced out! Even the sound of arrows breaking through the air behind him seemed to have not heard of it.
Ouyang Jianyuan knew that it had reached a critical moment of life and death. His left hand slapped his dantian hard, and a stream of true energy was squeezed out by him, and the meridians along the way exploded one after another.
The long sword in his hand penetrated the power of rebirth, forcibly holding Hua Huaixian's sword.
More than ten arrows had fallen at this time, but they fell on Hua Huaixian's armor at this time, as if they were shot on an iron plate and could not penetrate. The shafts of the arrows broke one after another, and the arrows fell down dejectedly.
Blood was oozing from Ouyang Jianyuan's mouth and nose. If his whole body could be shaken back at this time, he would definitely be able to escape under this sword. However, there was still an An Zhilu under him!
An Zhilu's ten fingers were still penetrated deep, and his ten fingers were pulled into his flesh and blood, tearing off the muscles of his feet!
"kill!"
What is even more unimaginable is that with the howling of a beast, An Zhilu raised her head, his eyes were red and his eyes were full of madness.
He was like a real beast, biting Ouyang Jianyuan's right leg and calf in one bite.
Ouyang Jianyuan's will was strong, but after he took a breath, this piece of flesh and blood seemed to completely touch half of his right body, causing the flesh and blood of half of his body to twitch uncontrollably.
The true energy he forced to raise could not be supported.
puff!
Hua Huaixian's long sword pierced his chest, knocking him to the ground and nailed it to the ground!
"you!"
At this time, Ouyang Jianyuan happened to see An Zhilu raise his head, holding a piece of flesh biting from his calves in his mouth. He looked at the madness in An Zhilu's eyes and suddenly realized something.
At this moment, Hua Huaixian's sword strode through his body, cutting off his heart.
A large amount of blood gushed out of Ouyang Jianyuan's mouth.
The bandits rushing from a distance made horrified screams.
However, these sounds seemed to disappear in Ouyang Jianyuan's ears in an instant.
He felt that the whole world had completely quieted down.
The painful and ferocious look on his face disappeared, leaving only a bitter smile.
There are so many things in this world that cannot be obtained.
Of course, this is the case with his junior sister, and so is the view of depravity.
He has been at peace with the circumstances and knows that everything cannot be forced.
However, he never expected that what he could not ask for would actually be seen in this fat man.
"Hahaha…"
He thought this was too ridiculous and ridiculous. Why did God make such a joke with him in his life? He didn't know where the strength came from and couldn't help laughing.
He smiled so strangely that even Hua Huaixian subconsciously flew back, fearing that he would have any means to die together.
However, it did not.
This abandoned disciple from Baiyun Temple is about to die.
Accompanied by laughter, the blood and flesh fragments in his chest were pouring out of his mouth. After several laughter, there were painful breathing and the strange sound of bubbles gushing out of his throat like bubbles gushing out of his mud.
Ouyang Jianyuan used his last strength to look at An Zhilu who was slowly standing up with blood and blood in his mouth, and said, "You will know if you have the chance to meet that person. No matter how powerful a person is, he still can't get what he wants in this Tang Dynasty. There is still no place for him to live in this Tang Dynasty."
After saying this, a last groan of pain surged from his throat.
His breathing was completely cut off and he died.
An Zhilu spit out the blood from her mouth.
There are his own, and there are also the abandoned Baiyun Temple.
Chapter completed!