The ability to extinguish the natal energy is to wear out all the natal energy and make it invalid, which has been proven in the past, and it is almost invincible. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A touch of surprise appeared in Zimo's eyes, Shura-Huangquan, what kind of energy is this knife driving?

He used the power of Emperor and Annihilation in his body with all his strength to suppress the invading energy, but unfortunately it did not have that immediate effect.

The invading energy continued to wreak havoc in his body, and the full operation of the emperor and annihilation was only to reach a balance, slowly destroying the invading energy.

This is not possible in the past, and when the natal life of extinction meets the rest of the natal life, it is like the sun melts the snow water, and it is almost destroyed in the way of destroying the withering.

The invading natal power in the past caused very little harm to Zimo's body, and even the invading natal power could increase his natal power.

Zimo felt that this energy didn't seem to be a force, in addition to the power of the natal life, there was also an energy similar to the natal but not the natal one.

In addition to the power of life, is there any other energy?

It must be because of this energy that this situation has been created.

The power of the Emperor and the Annihilation slowly consumed the invading energy.

This blow did not hurt Zimo a lot, and it was very difficult to wipe out the invading energy.

Zimo breathed a long sigh of relief, and the fluctuations in his eyes were swept away.

Surprisingly not only themselves, but also others, especially if the other party is from the wasteland, who doesn't have two brushes and a few hole cards?

"Hahaha, happy."

Dusty Sky screamed, his eyes bloodthirsty and excited even more, and when he said this, he moved again.

His clothes were bloody, and he held Shura in his hand, as if he was really a Shura who came from hell to ask for his life.

Shura turned around and slashed towards Zimo's neck, and in a ten-thousandth of a time, Zang Feng lowered Shura's attack.

As soon as Shura received it, he attacked again, slashing at Zimo several times in succession, and slashing him hard, defeating him one after another. And the dust sky is always like this, the eyes are more excited, and Shura's attack is more ferocious.

Zimo took a few steps back again, he spit out the blood in his mouth, staring at the dusty sky, just in an instant, the blood deposited in his body was ignited.

's calm heart also seems to have a little more waves, it is the blood buried in his heart, the young blood, Zimo also has it, but it is hidden deeper than others.

All thoughts are gone, and only the impulse, the burning impulse, is left at the moment.

Dusty, wasteland, let me see how strong you really are.

Holding Zang Feng in both hands, the blood in his eyes was burning, Zimo rushed forward, and in an instant, more than a dozen knives were slashed.

If the knife of the dust sky is full of the tragedy of all the efforts, then Zimo's knife has only one word, fast, fast to the extreme.

Of course, that kind of fast, fundamentally, is still for the sake of killing the enemy quickly.

Fast, without any superfluity.

In his opinion, any redundancy is a waste, and all moves are just for killing the enemy.

Only moves that can kill the enemy are considered good moves, and if you can't, then no matter how gorgeous the moves, there is no meaning.

"Shall we help Zimo?" Qi Feiyue looked at the two people who were fighting and said worriedly.

Cen Pengtian retorted sharply at this time, "Isn't this good?" The two of them fought fairly, do you want to go over and join forces to bully a teenager? ”

Xuanyuan Xiaoyi coldly spit out two words, "Look first." ”

Cen Pengtian stared at the battlefield, he was surprised by the strength of the two people, Zimo once again shocked his cognition, such strength, if he went up by himself, how many moves could he resist?

Gaps are always gaps.

Cen Pengtian's eyes were unwilling, and finally slowly dissipated. He had to sadly admit that there was a gap between him and Zimo, and the gap was not ordinarily big.

There is also the boy called Dusty Sky, who is no worse than Zimo at all, and even stronger.

At this time, Cen Pengtian laughed at himself in his heart, what he had seen before, the teenagers of the same age as himself, there were better than him, but very few, and he had the confidence to surpass them.

Is it because you don't know much about yourself?

The appearance of Zimo and Dusty Sky made Cen Pengtian's belief that he had always insisted on begin to waver.

Such a battle, a battle of peers, Cen Pengtian certainly wanted to see it, so as to measure the gap between them.

Fang Zhengping heard their words and glanced at Cen Pengtian. Cen Pengtian is always Cen Pengtian, even if his fighting style is obscene, but his inner fighting style is still a one-on-one fair fight.

If it was Zimo standing here and watching them fight, as long as they didn't stop it, I was afraid that they would rush forward directly.

From the bottom of his heart, Fang Zhengping also wanted to see the way of the wasteland, and he couldn't help but say, "Is this the wasteland?" ”

Cen Pengtian looked at Fang Zhengping fiercely, and then at the two people who were fighting, and he keenly noticed one word, wasteland.

Zimo, dusty sky.

After all, there was still a gap between Cen Pengtian's vision and Fang Zhengping, he might have noticed it, but he still hadn't figured it out.

At this time, when he heard Fang Zhengping's words, he realized that although the fighting styles of the two people looked different, they were the same in their bones, including the breath of the two of them, and the posture of defense and offense during the battle.

Although there are slight differences, it is clearly the same style.

Cen Pengtian's eyes were suspicious, and he silently recited two words in his heart, wasteland, wasteland.

Is this the wasteland? Is this the man from the wasteland?

In the eyes of the people of the Pure Land, barrenness, chaos, poverty, and hardship have always been synonymous with the wasteland.

It was barely Huaxia's sphere of influence, but the Pure Land no longer had the strength to clean up all those zombies and beasts.

Therefore, although it is considered to be in the sphere of influence of human beings, there are still zombies and strange beasts.

However, the people of the Pure Land will regularly send a few strong people over to clean up the high-level corpses and alien beasts, which is also the reason why there are still humans living in the wasteland.

Between the Pure Land and the Wasteland, it is like two completely different worlds, and there is a huge chasm in between that separates the two worlds.

The people of the Pure Land look down on the Wasteland, and the people of the Wasteland are incompatible with the Pure Land. And this is also the reason why Cen Pengtian looked down on Zimo at the beginning, the Pure Land has always been a symbol of nobility and peace, and every Pure Land person is sincerely proud of their presence in the Pure Land.

They have reason to be proud, after all, the peace and tranquility of the Pure Land is undeniable.

Seeing this scene in front of him, Cen Pengtian began to doubt, is the wasteland really so unbearable? At this time, he was amused that he had looked down on the wasteland.

He even became curious.

What kind of place is the wasteland to forge such a powerful boy?

The battle between Dusty Sky and Zimo has reached a fierce moment, and the two have fought dozens of rounds several times, each with a victory or defeat, and they are still in a state of anxiety all in all.

Zang Feng and Shura collided constantly, flooding with murderous intent, Shura with the darkness and vastness from hell, and Zang Feng with the sharpness that cut through everything and suppressed all the domineering, engaged in a confrontation.

Zang Feng, like Shura, with the style of their master, is constantly fighting.