Chapter 492: Fierce Battle

Seeing that Master Zhijue didn't take the move, the prince didn't have time to punch, and he was overjoyed, so he immediately closed his fist and continued to fight towards Master Zhijue.

The golden light on the Zhijue Master who was punched shook a few times.

"The old bald donkey can't hold on!" Wang Ziye thought secretly in his heart, and immediately retracted his fist and continued to fight, even the wrist that was originally holding Master Zhijue tightened a few points.

But this punch ...... Master Zhijue picked it up!

With a "boom", Master Zhijue's arm trembled back, and Wang Ziye's palm twisted and fractured.

Wang Ziye was not surprised that Master Zhijue received this blow, after all, he had already punched a few punches in vain, and it was normal to suddenly receive this blow now.

Wang Ziye didn't think much about it, the corpse on the broken palm was angry, and he wanted to continue to fight, but at this time, a strange scene appeared......

As soon as the corpse qi was repaired on the palm of his hand, the palm of the hand, which was already twisted and broken, actually rioted without warning, and even the forearm was inexplicably fractured and twisted.

"This ......" The prince was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, his arm suddenly rioted again.

This riot caused the upper arm to be fractured and twisted, so that the prince's entire arm was stretched there like a twisted flower.

"Inch strength!" The prince shouted in the night.

"Dare to love that old bald donkey, it's not that he can't take the move, but he is accumulating strength......" Wang Ziye suddenly came to his senses.

At this time, Master Zhijue's fist with golden light hit Wang Ziye's head.

Now the arm that was damaged by three consecutive inches is still being repaired, and it is out of sight......

Wang Ziye desperately tried to break free from the locked hand, trying to block this blow, because Wang Ziye knew that if his head was hit by this blow, he would definitely be shot in the head. And what awaits him after the headshot must be a series of beatings like a raging storm.

But how did Master Zhijue let go of Wang Ziye so easily, and his pinched hand firmly grasped Wang Ziye's wrist, without the slightest sign of letting go, and even pinched Wang Ziye's wrist.

"Live...... Stop it! Wang Ziye's pupils flashed

With a "bang", Master Zhijue's fist landed on Wang Ziye's head, directly blasting Wang Ziye's head into mud.

At that moment, Wang Ziye's body suddenly hung down weakly, and it was slinged on the hand of Master Zhijue, and the corpse qi at the head immediately surged wildly and repaired, and in the blink of an eye, a ball of meat appeared at Wang Ziye's head.

Master Zhijue glanced at the ball of flesh and punched it again, blasting it into a pulp.

But as soon as Master Zhijue withdrew his hand, another lump of flesh was repaired at the skull, and the speed of its regeneration was really amazing.

This time, Master Zhijue did not fight over, but closed his fingers and squeezed his fist on his waist and took a deep breath.

In the short time that Master Zhijue posed, Wang Ziye's head was repaired, and he looked like a nobody, and he couldn't see the slightest injury.

After the restoration was completed, the first thing Wang Ziye did not sneer at Master Zhijue, nor did he interrupt Master Zhijue's attack, but immediately eliminated the corpse qi on the wrist that was pinched, and then raised the hand that had been repaired and turned it into a hand knife and slashed at this wrist.

Wang Ziye plans to use the trick of breaking the wrist of a strong man to escape from the attack of Master Zhijue.

"Humph! It's too late......" Master Zhijue had already punched Wang Ziye's chest before he could cut his wrist with his hand knife.

With a "boom", a dented fist mark suddenly appeared on Wang Ziye's chest, and Wang Ziye's entire body was shocked.

"My cow temple......" Wang Ziye seemed to want to scold something, but at this moment the strength exploded.

With a "collapse", a nameless sound sounded from Wang Ziye's body, and the originally sunken chest became even more concave.

This time, as if a switch was turned on, Wang Ziye's body was connected with a violent sound, and his body kept shaking back. If it weren't for Master Zhijue grabbing Wang Ziye, otherwise, Wang Ziye would have been shocked and flew away.

The strength of this blow was much stronger than the previous blow, and Wang Ziye's body rang violently six times before stopping.

At this time, a volleyball-sized hole appeared in Wang Ziye's chest. In fact, as early as the fourth blow, Wang Ziye's chest was blasted through, and the next two blows expanded the hole to the size of a volleyball.

After the last blow erupted on Wang Ziye's body, Wang Ziye slammed and half-knelt on the ground, although the corpse qi in his chest was turning rapidly, repairing the damaged body, but the blow of Master Zhijue really made Wang Ziye feel a lot uncomfortable.

The prince was uncomfortable at night, and Master Zhijue was not much better, but he saw that the hand where Master Zhijue exerted his strength was trembling obviously, and the muscles in his arm would jump up from time to time.

But in the next second, Master Zhijue gritted his teeth, and his five fingers continued to clench, accumulating strength again.

"Get up for me!" With one hand, Master Zhijue lifted Wang Ziye, who was half-kneeling on the ground, and punched him again in the chest, which had repaired most of it.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", and the chest that Wang Ziye was repairing suddenly shattered, and a large hole appeared.

"Boom!" "Boom!" After two more blows, the big hole in Wang Ziye's chest became the size of a volleyball again.

"It's not over yet!" Master Zhijue whispered, and hit four parts of Wang Ziye's body in succession.

"Collapse and ......collapse" Suddenly countless violent noises sounded, and Wang Ziye's body was instantly pushed into the sky by those few inches, like a flag in the wind, constantly shaking in the air, and flying backwards one by one.

There was a crisp sound of "hiss", and the wrist that Master Zhijue pinched Wang Ziye was actually torn off in this kind of strength.

Wang Ziye was instantly pushed into the air by an inch of strength, and after flying back and forth in the air for a few times, he "snapped" and fell weakly.

At this time, Wang Ziye was already like a piece of rotten flesh in the shape of a human, and he couldn't see the original appearance at all. Although the corpse qi on his body was constantly repairing Wang Ziye's body, it could be clearly found that the repair speed was much slower, not as fast as before.

Although Master Zhijue's few inches of punches caused a lot of damage to Wang Ziye, they also wiped out a lot of Wang Ziye's corpse qi. However, Master Zhijue was no better, and I saw that Master Zhijue's arm was trembling violently, and it was difficult to even lift this arm if it was clenched into a fist. Not only that, but the golden light on Master Zhijue's body also dimmed a little.

It seems that those few moves that contain inch strength will not only cause a strong burden on the body, but also a great drain on physical strength.