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"Poof!"

Chenyang was hit by a punch in the lower abdomen, and the strong force made Chenyang fly out like a kite with a broken string, and a large blood mist erupted from his mouth.

In the next second, there were two sounds of falling to the ground in the bathroom.

One was heavier, it was the movement of Chenyang when he fell to the ground, but fortunately, he was wearing the Shadow Armor and the body of the tree, and the damage this time was not so serious.

Otherwise, if he resists this punch with his physical body, even if he doesn't die, he will lose at least half his life.

As for the other, softer sound, it was the sound of the tyrant's arm smashing to the ground.

Chenyang desperately blocked this punch, but he didn't have any masochistic tendencies, if he didn't have enough benefits, he wouldn't be able to let himself fall into such danger.

This time, his target was one of the tyrant's arms.

Resist a punch with yourself in exchange for the tyrant cutting off an arm.

The corners of Chenyang's mouth, which was still bloody, rose slightly, and he couldn't help but smile.

This deal, not a loss.

When he smiled, Chenyang couldn't help but induce the injuries in his body, coughed twice in a row, and hurriedly took out a healing pill from the storage space, and hurriedly crossed his mouth to relieve some of the pain in his body.

Seeing that Chenyang resisted the tyrant's punch without dying, Alice stood up again, and couldn't help but ask out loud.

"It's okay."

She had fought with a tyrant before, so she naturally knew how much damage a tyrant's punch could cause, and she also knew how perverted a person who resisted a tyrant's punch without dying.

On the other hand, Ge Jun and Qiu Yue already knew Chenyang's strength, and they were not so surprised in the face of Chenyang's hard resistance to the tyrant's punch.

I just asked out loud: "Do you want to retreat?"

Chenyang was seriously injured, Ge Jun himself did not have the strength to harm the tyrant, and Alice and Qiu Yue could only assist by the side.

At this time, retreat is the most suitable option.

Chenyang glanced up at the tyrant, who had only one arm left, his left shoulder covered in blood, and his combat ability had been greatly reduced.

"No, find a way to prevent other zombies from coming in, I'll clean up this guy."

Facing the seriously injured tyrant, Chenyang still didn't want to end like this after all, his hands were tightly pressed against the ground, releasing a large amount of Wood Emperor's spiritual power, forming a thorny wall outside the bathroom.

After Qiu Yue heard this, he also drew a formation in his hand, which greatly increased the defense ability of the thorns.

The other two, Ge Jun and Alice.

The two of them just cooperated well, and they were perfect in all aspects, and if they had the opportunity to succeed again, it would be difficult for the tyrant to hold up Chenyang's second sword.

As he spoke, the tyrant's body mutated again.

The severed left shoulder closes the wound, forming a fist-sized sarcoma that looks like a bulging eyeball.

The right arm was constantly expanding, and countless sharp bone spurs were growing in the arm, and the palm of the hand was also doubled in size, and the pale bone spurs were bloodshot, looking extremely bloody.

Obviously, after Chenyang cut off his left arm.

The T-virus in the tyrant's body sensed the danger, and instinct provided the possibility of mutating again, further strengthening his arm.

Even so, a tyrant with only one arm is far inferior to a tyrant without a severed limb.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for Chenyang to resist the tyrant's punch and cut off an arm.

Outside the bathroom, countless zombies poured in, all staying outside the thorns, trying to tear them apart with their sharp claws and fangs.

Inside, it is the three of Chenyang against the tyrant with the broken arm.

At this time, the tyrant lost one arm, in exchange for the strength of one arm, and the continuous pain in his left arm allowed it to accumulate anger without limit.

His eyes were also scarlet and bloody, and he looked at Chenyang's eyes as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Chenyang faced the tyrant's fierce gaze, his face was normal, without the slightest panic, and he even hoped that the tyrant's evolution could be a little longer.

In this way, the healing elixir he took could exert a stronger effect, making the next battle more likely to win.

But the tyrant can't wait.

At the moment when the evolution was completed, it had already opened its legs, and its leg muscles became extremely developed, and it appeared in front of the morning sun in a blink of an eye.

His right arm was covered with pale bone blades, emitting a chilling light.

With a decisive claw, the bone blade at the front of the five fingers was like a short knife, making a sound of breaking through the air, and stabbed straight towards Chenyang's head, as if he wanted to deal with Chenyang with one blow.

In the face of the tyrant's sudden attack, Chenyang was already prepared.

The moment it struck, the cyan wind swirled around his legs, turning into a powerful impact, helping him jump seven or eight meters away.

The strong wind brought out by the rear jump kicked up countless sand and dust, and at the same time obscured part of the tyrant's vision.

However, after the tyrant broke his arm, he no longer seemed to rely so much on vision, and his legs did not slow down, closely following Chenyang, and the muscles of his right arm were tense, as if the power to blast through the building was condensed.

Dawn Sun glanced at the tyrant, sensing its next attack, and with a wave of his ink shadow hand, he generated more than a dozen octopus-like tentacles that wrapped around the tyrant's limbs in all directions.

Alice noticed Chenyang's actions, her eyes fixed on the tyrant, and in an instant, a gust of wind swept in the bathroom, sweeping from both sides, suddenly turning into an almost substantial wall of air, forcibly suppressing the tyrant's progress.

Blocked from action, the tyrant's long-accumulating right arm slammed into the wall of air, forcibly shattering Alice's controlled telekinesis, and then the arm blade flew out like a throwing knife under the control of the muscles.

The pale bone knife slashed through the air, and shot diagonally towards the heart of Chenyang's left chest.

There was a whispering wind in my ears, whirring.

Chenyang tiptoed a little, quickly jumped two steps to the side, stepped on the snow-white wall, and spun under his feet.

With the strength of stepping on the wall, he threw himself at the tyrant facing him.

Holding the Cangmu Tang Knife, the surface of the blade is shining, and the two spiritual powers of the Wood Emperor and the Shadow Spiritual Power are mixed together, which is extremely destructive.

In the faint black mist, with a little blue light, a line of swords crossed.

The speed of Chenyang's knife was not fast, but under the suppression of Alice's telekinesis, the tyrant's reaction was also a beat slower.

"Whew!"

Chenyang's figure staggered away from the tyrant and tumbled to the ground on the other side of the tyrant.

The moment he just made contact with the tyrant, Chenyang held the Cangmu Tang knife in his hand, and the blade cut along the muscle texture of the tyrant's back, breaking through the muscles and making contact with the tough bones with great ease.

The blade slashed at the bones, slicing through the bones with a swift pull, making a clattering sound like a saw, trying to sawing through the tyrant's vertebrae.

When the morning sun slashed into the air, the hand holding the knife could clearly feel a sense of relaxation, as if it was refreshing after breaking through the obstacle.

I have to say that since he held the Cangmu Tang Knife in his hand, the knife he just swung was his most hearty knife.

After swinging this knife, all the anger, dissatisfaction, and depression in Chenyang's heart dissipated, as if with the swing of this knife, they were cut into two parts, and his mentality changed greatly.

Chenyang turned his head to look at the tyrant behind him, and there was an extra slash on its wide back, so smooth and smooth that it was hard to notice the wound without looking closely.

The tyrant stood in place, not moving, until Chenyang gently pushed, and its upper body smashed to the ground, and the shadow spiritual power had corroded his organs and brain from the inside.

After two or three minutes of fighting, a punch was exchanged for a broken arm, and Chenyang was greedy and unwilling to leave, just to defeat the tyrant.

With this sword, the tyrant is dead.