This decaying aura was very compatible with his physique, and did not repel or harm his body, and his spirit was also protected by this physical body, and was not hurt too much.

The damage is not too great, but it is also very troublesome.

That decaying aura actually fought back along his sword intent, making him feel weak for a while.

Although it was only a moment, Zhu Yingwen had already caught a flaw, and this guy's martial arts attainments were not many times worse than Wang Tonglai's, but he couldn't stand the high level, pure blood, and keen sensibilities.

The moment Wang Tong was affected by the decaying qi, he grabbed him, and punched like lightning, and hit Wang Tong's neck with one punch.

This was followed by the second punch, the third punch, the fourth punch......

The fist rained down, and Wang Tong was completely enveloped in an instant.

When Wang Tong was beaten to the fifth punch, he finally relieved his strength, his divine soul was affected by the decaying qi, but fortunately, his reaction was timely, and he decisively cut off the connection between his divine soul and the sword just now.

Although he was affected, he quickly recovered under the nourishment of his body.

At this time, Zhu Yingwen had already hit the fifth punch.

After a few punches, Rao is Wang Tong thought that his body was strong, and he couldn't stand it anymore, the first punch was on his face, but that domineering power instantly spread all over the body from the place where the fist touched, and the next second punch and the third punch were the same, Wang Tong's many small movements unloaded most of the strength, but still couldn't be completely unloaded.

Under the five punches, most of the bones on his body were broken, his head and face were covered with blood, and his internal organs were also greatly impacted.

When the sixth punch came, Wang Tong also stretched out his hand and pointed out, which was worthy of hitting his throat between the fist and the center of his fist.

This punch, he blocked.

Flying immortals with one finger, one finger at flying immortals!!

Zhu Yingwen is strong, but in essence, he is just a second-generation zombie, and his strength is based on his extremely strong body, whether it is in martial arts or in law, he does not have enough understanding, so under Wang Tong's finger, he first felt a palpitation, and subconsciously withdrew his fist.

As soon as the fist was withdrawn, Wang Tong found an opportunity.

Regardless of the serious injuries on his body, he made a mistake under his feet, bullied forward, and instantly got close to Zhu Yingwen's body.

A short blow, a stuffy fist, hit his waist.

Burst!!

In the muffled sound, Zhu Yingying's face turned pale, and she took a few steps back, and finally showed a shocked look on her face.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Forced back by a fourth-generation zombie, before today, he would not believe it anyway, let alone admit it.

How can there be such a thing in the world, I, a second-generation zombie, a direct descendant of the true ancestor, would be injured in the hands of an inferior descendant?

But facts speak louder than words.

He was indeed injured, and it was a very troublesome injury.

Different from the spirit of defeat, Wang Tong's punch was full of a true intention to destroy everything and shatter everything, crushing his body, especially the place where he hit the punch.

At this time, the gray gray qi around him seemed to be crazy, and frantically drilled towards his wounds, trying to repair his injuries, and expelled the wisp of terror contained in Wang Tong's fist to the outside of his body, however, what made him feel terrified was that he couldn't expel this wisp of shattering true intent.

That thread, wisps of shattered true meaning attached to his body like maggots attached to the bones, destroying the body he thought King Kong was not bad before.

Such a method is by no means something that an ordinary fourth-generation zombie can do.

Looking at his embarrassed appearance, Wang Tong's face remained unchanged, but he smiled indifferently, "You don't need to know who I am, a dead person, there is no need to know so many things." ”

In this world of immortal Buddha manifestations, the most unsafe thing is the dead.

Therefore, when Wang Tong kills, his favorite thing is to let his enemies be destroyed, so that he can have a chance to avoid all the troubles and give the opponent a little chance.

Now with one punch, Wang Tong has taken another step, and it is still a close-knit short fight.

He also saw that after this other world was filled with endless ruins, the number was large enough to trigger the five decays of the heavens and men of the powerhouses of the Mixed Cave Realm, but it had little impact on his current body, and the two seemed to be of the same origin.

Of course, it is impossible for him to be as comfortable here as Zhu Yingying, and even be able to greatly improve his strength in a short period of time.

Yes, if Zhu Yingwen is given enough time, his strength will definitely rise to the sky, and he will rise "poo".

It's a pity that Wang Tong didn't give him any chance.

The Phantom Demon Crossing the Void is the culmination of Wang Tong's light exercises, which is not only fast, but also extremely weird.

Zhu Yingying's zombie level is high, but the martial arts are rough and tight, that is, he knows some advanced skills.

This kind of skill, even if it is put in the eyes of others, may be able to play a little value.

But in Wang Tong's eyes, this is meaningless.

His martial arts attainments far surpass those of the great martial arts masters!!

The fist intent has already been condensed.

The punch that hit Zhu Yingwen just now contained his shattering fist intent.

The comprehension of this fist intent comes from the Broken Void Hammer.

With such a profound knowledge of martial arts, how can Zhu Yingwen, a half-martial artist, understand?

The bullying is to make Zhu Yingwen unable to use a large amount of the decaying qi around him, and his fist will be closed at the touch of a touch, and it will be broken at the touch of a touch.

It is to prevent this decaying qi from eroding one's soul as before.

After these few tricks, Zhu Yingwen couldn't bear it.

His strength is better than Wang Tong's, and his level is better than Wang Tong's, but Wang Tong and him are fighting for skill.

Although it is said that one strength will reduce ten, but unfortunately, when the strength only has a relative advantage, and the difference in skill is 108,000 miles, failure will become inevitable.

If it weren't for the fact that there was indeed restraint in the bloodline between the two, I am afraid that in just ten moves, Zhu Yingwen would have been defeated.

However, even if there was a bloodline advantage, under Wang Tong's attack, this advantage also collapsed in an extremely fast time.

Bang bang bang

In the midst of a muffled sound, Zhu Yingwen's body retreated, and a large amount of gray mist began to surge towards him as if inspired by a mysterious power, repairing his body.

It's a pity that all this is meaningless in Wang Tong's eyes, under the repeated fights, Zhu Yingwen's body is shattered inch by inch, no matter how crazy the gray gas is, how to repair it, it is useless.

Cracks appeared on the surface of Zhu Yingwen's body, more and more Zhao Zhao, more and more dense, but it was only a matter of ten breaths, just like a porcelain covered with various cracks, it could burst at any time.

"Damn, damn, damn!!"

At this time, Zhu Yingying's eyes were full of panic and uneasiness, which was completely different from his previous attitude.

A moment ago, he would never have imagined that he would encounter such an absurd thing.