The power of the air fist was no less than that of a real solid cannonball, and the monster incarnated by Che Juchen was suddenly hit in the stomach and flew back upside down.

The injuries on Che Juchen's body healed quickly, but he did not rush forward immediately.

A large number of humans with dull expressions gradually poured out of the surroundings, surrounding Weng Dongqi.

Weng Dongqi looked around and was furious: "Monster, you have already killed so many people!" ”

The crowd buzzed and made a swarm of voices: "Pulse, don't be nosy. ”

Weng Dongqi slashed more than a dozen people in the air: "I'm going to do the right thing for the heavens today and destroy you monster!" ”

"If you can't kill me, I can't kill you. There is no point in our fighting. ”

Wriggling flesh buds stretched out from the depths of the fracture, constantly extending and merging, picking up the broken body, and these people who were cut in half were unscathed in the blink of an eye.

Weng Dongqi suddenly unbuttoned it, took off his clothes, and took off his pants again.

Arthur in the distance praised: "This figure is good, but it is worse than me." ”

Angsa said solemnly: "Be careful, I heard that the combat power of the pulse person will increase dramatically after taking off his clothes. ”

Just when the two of them were distracted, Lin Jicang, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his scarlet eyes, and a trace of cracks appeared in the skin at the corners of his eyes.

Throwing away a well-fitting and flexible bulletproof practice uniform, Weng Dongqi's eyes were like eagles, his body trembled like an electric shock, the air swirled and stirred, and small cyclones soon spread all over his body, and the number and amplitude were more than half larger than before.

The naked Weng Dongqi only has a pair of underwear, without the barrier of clothes, and he is even more comfortable when he is completely exposed to the air.

The crowd howled, spitting out hard bone spurs from their mouths and shooting at Weng Dongqi.

The Gang Qi on Weng Dongqi's body deflected most of the attacks, and even a small part of them were unloaded, unable to deal effective damage.

Weng Dongqi pushed with both hands, and the cyclone merged into a condensed wall of qi, separating the crowd at once, and the qi exploded into a blur of human flesh and blood, but it quickly healed.

The crowd mutated violently, and one by one the joints turned upside down and prostrate on the ground, launching an attack on Weng Dongqi.

Weng Dongqi's body was full of airflow, like a real wind god, and he could cut off the monster without contact.

Fighting through the air like this, the venom secreted by Adonsa could not contaminate his body at all, and the difference in strength between the frontal assault was too great, and it showed a one-sided trend for a while.

But Adonsa's way of fighting is completely beyond human imagination.

A large number of splinters spat out white silk threads and entwined the entire street, forming a cobweb hell in a few minutes of fighting.

Spider silk fluttered in the meantime, one by one split bodies crawled on the spider webs hanging everywhere, inverted joints, hook claws, dozens of human-faced spiders pounced on Weng Dongqi.

Endless mutations continue to enrich Adonsa's genetic trait reserves, and it can even reproduce spider genes into humans, creating tough mutant spider silk.

Every second, Adonsa can select a stronger trait from tens of thousands of mutations and create a stronger biological tissue, slowly but firmly.

Life in Adonsa's hands is nothing more than kneading and rubbing plasticine.

As the cobwebs weaved, Weng Dongqi's range of motion became smaller and smaller, and he tried to slash his palm on the cobweb, but he almost got caught.

The strength of the cobwebs far exceeds that of industrial steel bars, and the flexibility is so flexible that even if a train crashes into it, it will be entangled and become prey.

But how could Weng Dongqi, who could be at the top of the lineage, be so easy to deal with.

He shook all the splinters back and stood still, silent for a moment.

It was like the calm before the storm, and the screaming air froze in this instant.

"Humph! Hum! Hum! ”

After a short period of qi gathering, Weng Dongqi wrapped his hands on his chest, bent his abdomen, squatted slightly, and then let out three muffled snorts in a row, his body was pulled up inch by inch, and the whole person stood up like a hibernating brown bear stretching his waist.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound from the bottom of the heart, like the spring thunder of the earth, nourishing all things, and like the earth bursting into the sky, and the dragon and snake rose to land.

With a rumbling sound, countless fine pops exploded, and countless invisible wind blades splashed, as if a tornado rose out of thin air.

The muscles of Weng Dongqi's whole body bulged and the blood vessels burst out, and he had obviously entered a state of terrifying explosion.

Punches, kicks, elbows, knees, shoulders, and even every breath of the way Weng Dongqi's body erupted in sharp and heavy air slashes.

With a single move, the cold killing machine bloomed like a blooming water lily.

The air was completely subjugated to Weng Dongqi's feet, and the air currents under the high-speed swing were like the legendary scythe, harnessing the wind to fight bravely for the master, smashing the splits one by one.

At this time, Che Juchen pounced from above, using the method of gecko tail breaking, blocking most of the air cannons with dense tentacles, and showing his teeth and claws to Weng Dongqi.

The fishy smell was close in front of him, Weng Dongqi folded his hands, bowed back, and slammed like a full iron tire bow.

"Crescent Sky Rush!"

Sorry, I got the wrong script.

"Slash day by day!"

The strong muscles let out a bowstring-like clang, and a large crescent-shaped slash of air slammed into Che Juchen's body from the bottom up.

The hundreds of small cyclones inside the day-by-day slash exploded so that Che Juchen's flesh and blood were blurred, and his bones were visible, and he flew back upside down at once.

And Weng Dongqi's outburst is not over.

Even the walls were shattered as if they had been fired at by real artillery.

The turbulent air currents even erupted into bursts of infrasound waves beyond the listening threshold, directly attacking the internal organs of the creatures.

With Adonsa's eyesight, he couldn't even catch Weng Dongqi's figure, because it was too fast.

The limbs under the high-speed swing almost turned into a cloud of smoke, and the range of the air cannon blasted out was a full thirty meters, but the ferocious attack did not have the transcendent demeanor of the Land Sword Immortal who killed people thousands of miles away.

In his explosive state, Weng Dongqi was more like a thick and majestic fortress of war, with thick barrels on all sides, turning everything around him into scorched earth.

The latest batch of splinters had already been blasted into flesh and could not die anymore, and although the rest retreated in time, their internal organs were also ruptured and struggling to support themselves under the infrasound.

Even the concrete floor was littered with tiny cracks, and the building was crumbling, not to mention the cobwebs clinging to the building, like worn fishing nets, messed up in the wind.

Weng Dongqi, the god of wind, is indeed worthy of his title.

Finally, the storm subsided, and Weng Dongqi's strong body seemed to be slightly haggard, but even if he was panting like a cow, it was not messy at all.

With Weng Dongqi's unique breathing method, streams of clear qi circulated in his body, and it only took a few weeks for him to recover as before.

But Adonsa wouldn't give him much time.

Everything around was flattened by air cannonballs, but not far away a huge black shadow approached in the smoke and dust.

As soon as he stepped on the plasma, the flesh around him automatically crawled towards him.

One by one, tentacles stretched out from the black shadow's body, rolling up and fusing the wreckage of the split body everywhere one by one, sweeping it away, and as the body continued to expand, the body was bent down by the sudden increase in weight.

The last thing that came out was a three-story tall, gorilla-like monstrosity.

Disproportionate lower limbs barely standing. Two thick arms propped up on the ground, crushing a stone, the monster was covered in bare dark red muscles, wisps of white fascia covered it, and a cluster of sticky tentacles like anemones protruding from its back.

There are dozens of hollow human faces on the huge head, and the most central one is Che Jiechen.