Bahuangbu!
Zheng Shiyi's figure suddenly jumped forward, and the next moment, a sharp pain suddenly hit his legs.
There was a sound like something was tearing apart, and he tilted his body and fell towards the ground on one side.
Damn it, my body is too weak now, and the Bahuangbu is a movement technique that consumes the body extremely. Now I am so weak that I can't even support the Bahuangbu!
"Haha? Do you want to take action, or do you want to escape? Zheng Shiyi, Zheng Shiyi, it turns out that you have this day too. You can't even run now, why don't you just surrender and be captured?"
Wang Zonglin looked at Zheng Shiyi who fell down, laughed loudly, and stretched out a hand to grab Zheng Shiyi.
A violent wind blew up, and Zheng Shiyi's weak body continued to tilt to the other side uncontrollably under the strong wind.
In just one breath, Wang Zonglin's palm appeared in front of his eyes. Under his palm, a layer of faint aura lingered, vaguely like a silver glove.
Half a step to get true.
Zheng Shiyi felt the aura emanating from Wang Zonglin. When his body lost balance, he raised his right hand high in front of him. A brown earth energy surged up from under his body and converged towards his arm.
A skinny arm that seemed to have no trace of flesh, just like the trunk of an old tree that was about to wither and die, was placed in front of him, as if a majestic mountain was blocking his body, an extremely heavy and majestic force. However, the energy surged out of his thin body.
The skinny palm with almost exposed bones blocked Wang Zonglin's claw, but it seemed to completely wrap the claw in it.
Wang Zonglin's eyes filled with madness suddenly flashed a look of solemnity. Zheng Shiyi was obviously so weak that he couldn't even use his body skills.
But when this palm fell, it actually gave me the feeling that no matter how much I dodge or use my hands, I couldn't break away from the embrace of his palm.
Can't break free
If this is the case, then break it by force and destroy his arm first!
A fierce look appeared on Wang Zonglin's face. On his outstretched arm, the bulging muscles formed a sharp contrast with Zheng Shiyi's withered arm. The silver aura on his claws became richer, and the whole hand was shining in the sun. Under the irradiation, it was grabbed down like extremely sharp steel claws.
The air in front was torn apart by this claw, revealing five clear white marks, like five spears that could pierce the sky. They penetrated the mountains in front and fell heavily into Zheng Shiyi's palm. superior.
The sharp fingers easily cut through the dry skin on Zheng Shiyi's palm. The palm seemed to be completely penetrated by this claw, and the severe pain was transmitted along the nerves to the brain.
The violent energy burst into the arm, almost destroying all the muscles and veins in the body.
Zheng Shiyi's whole body had almost no protection from spiritual energy. Under the impact, his body fell heavily to the ground. The powerful impact even caused his body to bounce high immediately after touching the ground, and then rebounded upwards. .
"You're already so weak, why are you still resisting?" Wang Zonglin stretched out a hand with a grin and struck Zheng Shiyi's direction again.
With one punch, a strong wind rose.
Wang Zonglin's fist seemed like a huge hammer that could split the sky and split the earth, falling with endless power.
Damn it...
Zheng Shiyi felt the power in his body, and secretly resented in his heart that he was only at the first level of the True Gathering Realm. If he were at his peak, one finger would be enough to kill the opponent, but now he can clearly see the opponent's movements, and there are countless ways to defeat them. The opponent's attack was not strong enough, so the only thing he could do was to block it.
He crossed his arms in front of him in a diagonal cross shape.
Almost as soon as his hands were protected, Wang Zonglin's heavy punch had already fallen. It seemed like a mountain fell from the sky, and a pair of arms seemed to be broken by a punch, making a crisp sound.
Zheng Shiyi slammed his body downwards. The moment his back came into contact with the ground, the whole earth shook violently. Under the impact, the ground exploded, creating a large pit one and a half feet deep.
Zheng Shiyi fell in the round pit, opened his mouth, and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The remaining breath in his body was completely disordered, and his internal organs were constantly vibrating, as if they would burst at any time.
His body is so weak now, so weak that the Dragon Grass Spirit only emits a faint green light, repairing the injured body.
Blood Hell Pagoda!
Zheng Shiyi gathered all his strength, stretched out his right hand and pushed hard on the ground beneath him, and jumped into the air. At the same time, bursts of bloody smell filled the air.
The scarlet tower of the Blood Prison Pagoda slashed through the air and crashed heavily in the direction of Wang Zonglin. In an instant, tens of thousands of blood essences were burning in the pagoda at the same time. Under the influence of this blood essence, Zheng Shiyi's already shriveled body became thinner again. one cent.
"Still want to fight back?"
Wang Zonglin sneered disdainfully, and flashed behind Zheng Shiyi. He grinned and stretched out a hand to grab Zheng Shiyi's back: "You are too slow. Why bother? Obediently call out your adventure and return it." It can avoid the pain of skin and flesh.”
As he spoke, his palm was only a few inches away from Zheng Shiyi's back.
Suddenly, at the next moment, before his eyes, Zheng Shiyi, who had his back turned to him, suddenly turned around without any warning or movement.
As he turned around, the Blood Hell Pagoda in his hand also deflected, and the sharp spire was aimed right at Wang Zonglin's chest.
Zheng Shiyi held the Blood Hell Pagoda tightly with both hands, gathered the only strength in his body, and stabbed forward heavily.
When the Blood Hell Pagoda is used, one's own blood essence is used to induce the blood essence in the Blood Hell Pagoda. Only then can the power of the Blood Hell Pagoda be unleashed.
But now that the essence, blood, and energy in his body are almost completely consumed, every time he uses the Blood Hell Pagoda, he himself will be greatly depleted. He must fight quickly. If he delays it any longer, he will have to wait for Wang Zonglin to take action. Died due to excessive wear and tear.
Wang Zonglin looked at Zheng Shiyi who suddenly changed into his own face, and was stunned. Why did Zheng Shiyi turn around so quickly
No, he didn't turn around. He really didn't move his legs, but his upper body was completely turned around. What the hell is this? How can a human body be twisted like this
That spire!
Wang Zonglin looked at the red light flashing across his eyes, his expression suddenly changed, and he was about to step back in horror, but before he could move, the red light in front of him had already fallen.
The sharp spire came in from his chest, and the power of tens of thousands of blood essences exploded. The red light on the tower skyrocketed, instantly piercing his heart and coming out from his back.
"you… "
Wang Zonglin stretched out a finger and pointed at Zheng Shiyi, with a look of disbelief on his face, dead? Did he die in the hands of Zheng Shiyi who was so weak
I should seize Zheng Shiyi and get all the adventures of Zheng Shiyi, and become the most genius existence in the chaotic land. How could the existence of the future feudal lord die like this
How could Zheng Shiyi's body spin like that
Wang Zonglin spat out a word, but before the sound of the following word could be pronounced, his body could no longer hold up and fell backwards, hitting the ground and stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust.
"it is finally over."
Seeing Wang Zonglin fall, Zheng Shiyi opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood. He squatted down with difficulty and quickly rummaged around Wang Zonglin's body. He was too weak now. If he hadn't been beyond Wang Zonglin's expectations, If you use the Yasha tribe's joint twisting technique, I'm afraid you will be the one who loses.
"Elixir...why is it only so small?"
Zheng Shiyi opened Wang Zonglin's Qiankun bag and looked at the rare elixir. He sighed in his heart and swallowed it quickly. He adjusted his breathing slightly for a moment and immediately stood up and walked forward.
The battle with Wang Zonglin just now, although the sound was not loud, was enough to attract the attention of others. If anyone else came here and found himself in this state, he would definitely die.
He quickly left the path where Wang Zonglin was, and just turned onto another road. At the other end of the road, a handsome monk in his twenties came over. Unlike ordinary monks, he was not carrying a sword on his back. The Zen staff is a long sword.
Guichen was walking along when he saw a figure suddenly appearing in front of him. He looked happy and stepped forward quickly and said, "This benefactor has disturbed me, poor monk Guichen. I would like to ask the benefactor, have you ever seen Zheng Shiyi nearby?"
He is looking for himself!
It's ridiculous that he actually asked himself if he had seen him before. He was really unrecognizable like this.
Zheng Shiyi smiled bitterly and looked at the monk in front of him, with a look of panic on his face: "Zheng Shiyi? Is that devil around here? I... I haven't seen him before, and the devil is here."
Little Master, if he is really here, I advise you to leave as soon as possible. He is simply a murderous demon. "
"Demons must be eliminated by the Buddha." Guichen saw that the thin man in front of him who looked like he would die at any moment had never seen Zheng Shiyi, so he stopped talking and continued walking forward, but he was filled with doubts in his heart. , then Zheng Shiyi should be nearby here. How come I have been looking here for a long time and haven't seen him
This little monk, is he from the Qingwen religion
Zheng Shiyi walked with his back to the young monk, his brows slightly furrowed. Although the young monk did not make any move, nor did he give out any breath, but he just had a brief conversation with him, but he had a feeling that he was more powerful than the other three sons. Chen Quming and Xia Wusheng are much better.
This little monk is also looking for me, presumably for his own adventure.
Qingwenjiao…
They have always claimed to be kind and tolerant.
But seeing himself so weak, the young monk left after asking questions. If he took the initiative to help him treat his injuries, maybe he would be able to detect his problem and discover his identity.
(End of chapter)