Chapter 482: Breathless

Master Zhijue and Wang Fan had a good heart, and they cooperated with the attack exactly as they could, and they had no chance to fight back when they beat the prince at night, and even the timing of defense was cracked by these two people.

Although these two people are pressed against Wang Ziye, and every time they shoot, they can cause damage to Wang Ziye, but Wang Ziye's repair speed is also very fast, and he can always repair it at the next moment of damage.

If Wang Ziye is just repairing quickly, then it's okay to say, as long as he continues to cooperate with the fight, it will be good to grind to death little by little. But Wang Fan and Master Zhijue's reddened state didn't seem to last long.

I saw that the red color on Wang Fan's body began to fade, and his breathing began to slow down, the most obvious thing was that the fatigue and pain on his face were getting heavier and heavier.

"Whew...... Cough! Wang Fan finally couldn't support it anymore, and when he was ventilating, fatigue hit, and he didn't catch the gas, which made this amplification effect disappear.

A leg whip that could have knocked Prince Ye to the ground can now only make Wang Ziye's body shake.

"Humph!" Wang Ziye reached out and grabbed the leg that Wang Fan threw on his waist, and raised his hand to smash it into its joint.

At that moment, Master Zhijue took the lead and stopped Wang Ziye's attack.

Wang Ziye was not annoyed after his move was blocked, but fought with Master Zhijue, and after Wang Fan's breathing was disordered, he endured the sharp pain in his lungs in the next second, forcibly kept his breathing, and followed Master Zhijue's steps to continue to suppress Wang Ziye.

Although Wang Fan's movements paused, and he was suppressed by Wang Ziye for a while after rushing up, but with the passage of time, this situation changed. Wang Fan and Master Zhijue had the upper hand again, but they didn't press and fight like before.

"I'll see how long you can last!" After blocking a few attacks, Wang Ziye said hatefully.

………

Sure enough, as Wang Ziye said, after Wang Fan gritted his teeth and persisted for a while, he could no longer maintain that kind of breathing, and after coughing a few times, he collapsed on the ground.

"Huh...... It's finally time to lie down! Wang Ziye said contemptuously.

"Humph!" Master Zhijue shouted angrily, stepped forward with one foot, and the sound of strong breathing flowed through his lungs, and his arm swung out like a cannonball, hitting Wang Ziye's chest.

With a "bang", Wang Ziye's chest suddenly sank in, and his figure took a few big steps back.

"Ah...... Call...... Yes...... ...... "Master Zhijue struck a fist posture, breathing violently, and the sound of his breathing almost overshadowed the sound of the prince stepping backwards on the ground in the night.

Wang Ziye took a few steps back and stopped his figure, reached out and touched the concave mark on his chest, his eyes revealing a trace of poisonous anger.

In the next second, the corpse on Wang Ziye's body swirled, and the dent on his chest instantly returned to normal.

"Not bad, not bad!" Wang Ziye clapped his hands and said, although his tone sounded approving, but his eyes flashed with a look of wanting to kill Master Zhijue.

"I can actually rely on this breathing method to increase my physical strength and close the gap between you and me." The prince said murderously, "But I'm here to see how long your breathing method can last."

When the words fell, Wang Ziye's body moved and rushed up, and Master Zhijue's breathing accelerated a few points in an instant, and his face did not change.

What Wang Ziye said before was just a warm-up, not a real strength, not an empty statement. Master Zhijue opened the second order of the battle Buddha body and the power of that breathing method, Zhang Yi and his party have seen it, and they can step on the ground with one kick out of the wave-shaped earthquake tide, and they can also throw the white bone corpse out like a cannonball.

But like some strong forces, they are still pressed and beaten by Wang Ziye. In the past, the suppression of Wang Ziye relied on the actions of Master Zhijue and Wang Fan like flowing water, and the uninterrupted cooperation of Wang Ziye suppressed Wang Ziye, but now there is only Master Zhijue, and Wang Ziye directly exploded and intimidated Master Zhijue.

Master Zhijue deliberately beat the prince far away at night, leaving room for everyone to save Wang Fan.

"Wang Bald, are you alright?" Mr. Liu picked up Wang Fan and asked.

Wang Fan didn't reply, just shook his head with difficulty, indicating that it was okay. However, every time Wang Fan took a breath, a painful look flashed on his face.

There was a loud "bang", and Master Zhijue was punched to the ground by Wang Ziye.

"Get up for me!" Wang Ziye changed his fist into a claw, grabbed Master Zhijue's shoulder and neck, grabbed the top of his head and smashed it down. After smashing, Wang Ziye grabbed it again, raised it above his head, and smashed it down again.

"Quick! Help me get stimulated and regain my strength! Wang Fan looked at his master, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and reached out to grab the corner of Yan Buliu's clothes next to him.

"That way, but ......" Yan Buliu wanted to say something, but when he saw Wang Fan's firm eyes, he immediately changed his words and said, "Okay!"

After that, Yan Bu left a pocket with one hand, and took out a small cloth bag, which was spread out and filled with silver needles.

"It's coming!" Yan Buliu didn't wait for Wang Fan to reply, so he stabbed Wang Fan's bright head with a needle.

Yan did not leave Wang Fan to know what method to exercise, so that Wang Fan could recover his strength and spirit. And the battle situation on Master Zhijue's side is getting worse and worse, and it is becoming more and more obvious that the prince has the upper hand at night.

"The ...... of the female horse" Zhang Yi held the peachwood sword in one hand and said, "I'll help!"

After that, Zhang Yi bit the tip of his tongue that had just stopped bleeding, and another mouthful of blood sprayed on the peachwood sword, and read: "Danzhu mouth god, tongue god is right, Luo Qianzhi god, throat god tiger ben, heart god Danyuan, make me understand the truth, think about the spirit of the liquid, the Tao qi lasts forever, and the urgency is like a law."

Zhang Yi rushed forward with the peachwood sword with red light, not only that, but Zhang Yi also stretched out his other hand and read: "Yuqing Shiqing, the true Fu sue the alliance, push the two Qi, and mix one into a true." Five thunders and five thunders, anxious to meet Huang Ning, the chaos changes, the roar of lightning is fast, the sound of the sun is coming, the wolf Luo is depressed, Lu Chun is depressed, and the urgency is like a law. ”

In this way, Zhang Yi held a peachwood sword in one hand, and the electric solitary flashed in the other, and rushed towards Wang Ziye in both hands.

At this time, Wang Ziye had just beaten Master Zhijue back, and was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue. Zhang Yi stabbed Wang Ziye in the waist with a sword, and then slapped Wang Ziye with a backhand.

"Huh!?" Wang Ziye's eyes rolled, and he looked coldly at Zhang Yi, who suddenly jumped out.

"Look for death!" The prince looked at Zhang Yi coldly.

Although Wang Ziye felt the threat of death from Zhang Yi's body before, but just with Zhang Yi's Taoism, Wang Ziye didn't take it to heart at all, and he didn't think about it, he threw Master Zhijue aside with one hand, and directly slashed it with the other hand.