Chapter 1244 – Goodbye
He was clearly trapped to the point that he couldn’t even struggle, yet An Zheng still had the mood to laugh. Using all of his strength, he withdrew his hands from the bindings and shook two of his fingers, then said to Xu Xieyi seriously: “I also hid two cards.”
At this moment, the white world suddenly shattered.
The sky and the ground were like two pieces of white paper. This was Xu Xieyi’s world, other than Xu Xieyi, no one else could write and draw on these two pieces of white paper. This was his territory. He had the final say.
However, the white paper had been punctured by someone just like that. There was no reason at all.
The place where it pierced was behind Xu Xieyi, but he actually didn’t detect it at all.
Perhaps it was because Xu Xieyi’s attention was completely focused on An Zheng, or perhaps it was because Xu Xieyi had never thought that there would be anyone in the Yancheng who could break through his boundaries. He had enough confidence and confidence that this was not an immortal palace, and there were no crouching tigers or hidden dragons. The strongest cultivator here was An Zheng, but he had already fully controlled An Zheng, so wanting to kill him was only a matter of time.
The paper had a hole in it, as if there was a beautiful daughter-in-law taking a bath inside the house. A bad guy licked his fingers outside the window, broke the paper, and stuck his eyes in.
However, it wasn’t just the thief’s swishing gaze that came in, there was alserson.
Without any warning, this person broke through the window paper and appeared behind Xu Xieyi. Then, without any warning, he added a line to this world that was like white paper. With just this one line, Xu Xieyi’s flawless world was destroyed.
A bowl of water looked extremely clear. That was the boundary of water. Dripping a drop of ink into the water might still look like water, but it was no longer the boundary of pure water. A famous painting had nothing but the creator’s brush painting. This painting was the creator’s world, and inside it was everything he gave to it. If any shameless collector were to put his own seal on this famous painting, no matter how big a figure this shameless person was, it would still be a disservice to the painting. This painting wasn’t the world of creators.
The person who came in drew a line on a piece of white paper. It was especially ugly, so ugly that people couldn’t bear to look at it directly. He waerson who liked to draw, but he didn’t have the talent to. He had already drawn for a long time, but still couldn’t draw a straight line. But that didn’t stop him from painting, and no one could stop him from doing it.
His name is Ye Qiandao, he … It was not one of the six paths.
Hence he could unreasonably enter someone else’s world without worrying about whether the sector lord was willing to or not. Coincidentally, Xu Xieyi was a master painter, and Ye Qiandao was that Destroyer. He was a villain who had dripped a drop of ink into the water. It was even worse than putting his own seal on a famous painting. He was in this famous painting that seemed to be able to be passed down from generation to generation … He sprinkled a bowl of ink on it.
Witfft, a crooked sword pierced through Xu Xieyi’s back and came out of his chest. Xu Xieyi didn’t feel that there was someone behind him at all. Actually, this didn’t have much to do with whether he was confident or not. This kind of person had this kind of physique, so he could be this unreasonable.
That sword was really ugly.
It was crooked like a broom, but Ye QIao referred to it as a sword. A sword that could destroy immortals with a single sword.
An Zheng had once asked Xiao Qi Dao why he liked drawing swords.
Xiao Qi Dao laughed a little embarrassedly, but his tone was extremely serious as he replied, “I still remember when I was in Fantasy City, in order to protect me, my father left behind a sword on a piece of paper. That wasn’eal sword, but a kind of world-shattering sword intent. I had never met my father, but I could feel the conviction he wanted to protect. Some people say that the sword is a type of accessory, while others say that the sword is a lethal weapon, but to me … The sword is my protection. ”
The sword pierced Xu Xieyi’s heart, the tip of the sword, which was so crooked it made him want to cry, pierced out from the front of his chest. Ye Qiandao smiled embarrassedly and scratched his head. “Snake shaped sword.”
An Zheng laughed bitterly: “I didn’t ask you to explain anything.”
Xu Xieyi sat on the chair and did not move, he also could not move, the sword had pierced through the back of the chair and into the chair and into his body. He was nailed to the chair, which had been painted as a form of defense. That crooked sword had ignored his defenses as well as his Golden Immortal body.
Xu Xieyi lowered his head to look at the sword that had come out from his heart, and frowned.
“How ugly …”
He stretched out his hand to grasp the tip of the sword and forcefully pulled it out of his body. Because the sword was not straight, it was pulled out with a much larger wound than the straight sword. It was not because Xu Xieyi was unyielding, but because he felt that the energy that felt like it came from another world was quickly melting and melting away his Cultivation Power. If this extremely ugly sword were to be stabbed a little more, his strength would completely dissipate.
“Who gave you the confidence to draw?”
He stood up, his heart was bleeding, and so was his hands. That sword was twisted like a snake, but it was so damn sharp.
Xu Xieyi turned around and looked at Ye Qidao, as if he was looking at a bad boy who had ruined the reputation of this great lady. Now, he seemed to hate Ye Qidao even more, much more than he hated An Zheng.
Ye Qidao, however, did not pay attention to him. Instead, he casually wiped with the filthy looking, rotten pen that was about to turn bald, and broke open the prison surrounding An Zheng’s body. Opening it up didn’t have any aesthetics to it. It was as though a beauty was painting her lipstick, a wild brat ran out saying that he would help you, and then drew her lipstick from her lips to her earlobes … It was really ugly, and ugly was something Xu Xieyi couldn’t tolerate.
“Myself.”
Ye Qidao only replied to Xu Xieyi after he let him out.
“I love painting!”
He answered boldly and decisively.
“You …”
Witu sound, Xu Xieyi spat out a mouthful of blood.
“You like to paint … “You’re f * cking wasting it!”
Ye Qiandao curled his lips. “None of your business …” Even my big brother An Zheng doesn’t care about me, what right do you have to do that? ”
An Zheng laughed, somewhat pleased with himself.
Ye Qiandao was likngry child. He held a bald brushstroke as he scribbled randomly on a book. The white sky had disappeared, and black clouds had appeared … Let’s just say it was a cloud. Anyway, a mess could only be described in this way. The clouds covered the white sky, and then it started to rain. The rain was Ye Qiandao’s ink that randomly dripped onto An Zheng’s body, because the place where it rained was as big as a person. It was all over to Xu Xieyi.
It wasn’t rain, it was running witose.
Xu Xieyi was furious.
“You can’t even order a single point!”
Yeah, those raindrops are so ugly.
But when the raindrops fell on Xu Xieyi’s body, each drop could penetrate his body. It was not because Ye Qiandao was much stronger than Xu Xieyi. Relatively speaking, in a one on one battle, Xu Xieyi could easily kill Ye Qiandao. It was now that Xu Xieyi was done for, his world was over, his state of mind was, his body was also done for. That sword had pierced through his heart. No matter how strong he was, his heart was always the fatal part.
The ugly raindrops pierced his body, riddling it with holes.
Xu Xieyi could not help but stand up on the ground, and the gaze he used to look at Ye Qiandao was filled with hatred and disdain.
As he lay there, a black ball of light started to appear on his lower abdomen. It was as if a small black ink dragon was spiralling.
An Zheng pushed Ye Qiandao out, and then pressed his own body onto that ball of black light. That was Xu Xieyi’s final strength, the most terrifying self-detonation of cultivators close to the realm of the Overgods. An Zheng was unable to stop it, so An Zheng used his own flesh to suppress it.
The moment he jumped down, he pushed Ye QIao away. Then, a force suddenly rushed over and knocked An Zheng out.
An Zheng’s body pounced onto Xu Xieyi, and then exploded.
The drawn sky was gone, the ruined earth was gone, the world was shattered. An Zheng and Ye Qiandao were sent flying by the extremely violent energy. Ye Qiandao’s entire body did not look to be in a good spot, and was covered in blood. An Zheng was better, his skin was split open, but his bones were still better.
An Zheng’s figure disappeared.
An Zheng summoned it, then summoned it again, but there was no response.
An Zheng rushed over to see how Ye Qiandao’s injuries were, he had only taken two steps when he fell to the ground. He lowered his head to take a look. The wounds on his body were actually much more severe than he had imagined. Xu Xieyi was very strong, and was the strongest opponent An Zheng had ever faced. One of his feet was already in the Supreme Immortal Stage, and this Supreme Celestial was someone who could do whatever he wanted even in the immortal palace.
This could be the first time in the past few thousand years thaeak Golden Immortal cultivator had fallen in the Mortal Realm.
An Zheng laid on the ground, gasping for breath, blood flowing out from the corner of his mouth. Through the shocking wounds, he could even see his heart beating, and his other internal organs bleeding.
Not only that, An Zheng thought that his bones were still in good condition, but in reality, the side that was near the explosion was still damaged. The ribs were covered with tiny cracks, and there were even more cracks than the ribs.
Lying there, An Zheng didn’t seem to have any other ability other than to breathe.
If he won this battle, then he would win so miserably. Ye QIao had broken through Xu Xieyi’s boundary, but the difference in cultivation realm was too great. If An Zheng had not pushed him away, Ye Qiandao would have already been smashed to smithereens. While An Zheng’s figure disappeared once again, even An Zheng himself did not know if he would be able to reappear again this time.
An Zheng suddenly felt a little guilty.
At the start of the battle, when An Zheng fought shoulder to shoulder with his body, An Zheng had actually doubted his own body’s appearance. This was because his figure was becoming more and more similar to him, just like his most perfect clone. At that time, An Zheng thought of the Battle Soldier that Chen Wunuo had created, and thought of the Battle Soldier’s Awakening. For example, Nie Qing, or the Battle Mage Two … An Zheng was thinking, if one day his own body also had such an awakening, would it still be his body’s appearance?
An Zheng collapsed there, not only in his mouth, but also in his eyes, ears, and nose.
In addition to blood, there were tears in his eyes. Tears mixed with blood and flowed out, wetting the ground under An Zheng’s feet.
An Zheng didn’t dare to recall … The moment he pounced towards Xu Xieyi, when the somatic war god knocked him flying onto Xu Xieyi’s body, he even turned his head to glance at An Zheng. That gaze was filled with an indescribable feeling … Separate? Guardian? Friendship? Maybe more.
“Goodbye.”
An Zheng saw that, while suppressing the power of the self-detonation, his lips were moving.
Those two words cut through An Zheng’s heart like knives.
Goodbye …
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