The whistling snowball rushed towards Wu Zhen, stirring up the sky along the way.

The cold wind was like a battle robe, exerting its greatest destructive power since the beginning of winter, and the snow was swept away and could not fall to the ground for a long time.

The ground was thick with a thick layer of snow as if it had been scooped up by giants, and a long blank space appeared, revealing the wet. Moisten the ground.

Wu Zhen stared at the blank strip that was getting closer and closer on the ground, revealing a wry smile. Still failed, he was a little seriously injured, and his combat power could only exert forty percent, I thought that this would make the assassin relax, and when he got closer, he suddenly broke out, maybe he could kill the assassin, but the assassin was very cautious, a little too cautious, so far away, he refused to come.

Under Wu Zhen's palm, part of the wound had been closed, and the flesh and skin that had been blown up were put together to form a simple lid. Lu's internal organs blocked, such a shocking injury I don't know how many times it appeared on Wu Zhen's body, he was used to it, his body was enough to bear this kind of pain, and it wouldn't take many days to recover, but now there was no time for him to recover.

Inside the wound, countless dense bright red small organs seem to be put together randomly, making people absolutely dizzy when they see it, but this is the distribution scheme carefully calculated by Wu Zhen. The extremely important part of Celi, which seems to be very chaotic, is actually very organized, which can make Wu Zhen's body organs have the greatest work efficiency.

Some of Wu Zhen's damaged lung lobes fell out, but in his body, there were more than a dozen such small lung lobes, which together formed a miniature lung, and the loss of a small piece had little effect.

The sharp and violent aura of the snowball is approaching.

Wu Zhen's reaction was fast, he got up casually, and before the snowball arrived, he stood sideways. Bend your legs, shift your weight to your legs, and then align your fists to the left and right.

"Come on!"

Rumble!

As soon as the words fell, a snowball crashed into it.

"Get out!"

Wu Zhen smashed out with both fists one after the other. The first punch landed firmly on the outer shell of the snowball, and when it came into contact, it felt that the snowball was fragile.

The second punch missed.

The shell of the snowball was as fragile as it looked, and it was already remarkable that it was able to hold those crazy blades, how could you expect it to block Wu Zhen's fist. It only blocked one punch.

The fragile snowball was blasted open with a punch, and countless powerful wind blades and snow blades inside finally rushed out.

The whistling blades galloped around Wu Zhen like a wild horse, and the power of each path was able to inflict great pain on him, if he didn't happen to let one of them jump into his broken abdomen. Then his internal organs will definitely not be able to stop these wild and crazy things.

Wu Zhen withdrew one hand and pressed it against the wound in his abdomen, and the other hand slammed into the air quickly.

Boom!

Bang bang bang!

He punched tirelessly, smashing one or two blades with each punch, but there were too many of them, and he couldn't possibly not get tired.

Blood marks appeared on Wu Zhen's fist, and before the blood could flow out, more and deeper blood marks appeared, cracking, and blood splattered out.

The whistling of the blade echoed in his ears. He had forgotten everything, and only knew to swing his fist as best he could, and at the same time, step by step, towards the assassin. His attack range is very short, it belongs to the melee type, the assassin is different, he can attack himself from a distance, Wu Zhen believes that he can carry it, once he lets himself close, the assassin will definitely not be able to block his killing move.

More than ten seconds later. Half of the blade was cleared, and Wu Zhen finally felt a little cleaner.

However, there was not even a piece of cloth larger than a palm on his body, and it was all shredded. fell, what didn't fall was that it was stuck with blood, there was hardly a piece of good skin on his body, and strips of flesh that had been cut off hung on his body, blood was ticking down these upside-down flesh, and the blood-red flesh and white bones on Wu Zhen's body were exposed. Standing from a distance, his whole person is full of grotesque and exotic style.

Wu Zhen believes that this is his most painful experience so far, which reminds him of a kind of torture in ancient times, a thousand cuts! Also called, Ling Chi! Perhaps, the level of the assassins was even higher than that of the ancients, who struggled to cut thousands of knives when a person was not dead, while the assassins had already cut thousands of knives, and half of them.

"Kill!"

Wu Zhen pursed his lips that had been cut out of a gap, and shouted inarticulately.

Teng Teng!

Wu Zhen walked with a firm step, approaching the assassin step by step, his fist waved vigorously, smashing the blade again and again, not letting those blades that want to cut off themselves approach, the first half is the explosion of strength, the second half is the will, the blade is still half, but he feels that there are more than at the beginning, he can no longer block them all, he can only let those blades that are not dangerous cut on his body, leaving wounds, and it seems that the blades that may make his injuries aggravate a lot, he must block.

Wu Zhen has never experienced this level of physical and mental double pain, this is the first time it hurts so much, and it won't be next time, this pain has been remembered by his body in the depths of his soul, next time, as long as it doesn't exceed this level of pain, he can bear it, he didn't have such an ability, now, his body can. It's an increase in physical endurance and is king. The power that Ce gave him.

The assassin is also uncomfortable, he is very tired to control such a number of blades, and he has to control the energy on each blade, the sum of these energies is almost the same as the tenth-level life, and the ninth-level he wants to control these energies, the price he pays is more terrifying than Wu Zhen's pain, even if he bears today's battle, he will not be able to come out again in the next ten days and half a month.

Boom!

Bang bang!

Wu Zhen's eyes became brighter and brighter, and there were finally only a dozen blades left in the air, although due to the decrease in number, the assassins' control over them had increased, and the attack power had also become stronger, but, as soon as the number was small, Wu Zhen didn't care about the power at all, there was not enough to block his number, so did he still need to care about these blades? His target is the Assassins!

Wu Zhen suddenly bent down. The body, full of bloodstained double. Under the flexion of the legs, the green tendons on the legs burst out, and the muscles are bulging.

Snort!

The tense muscles squeezed the blood out of the wound and sprayed it on the snow.

"Kill!"

Boom!

The ground that his feet stepped on collapsed, and Wu Zhen leaned over and rushed out.

Whew!

The assassin looked at Wu Zhen calmly, stretched out a finger, and a thin wind blew on his finger, and the surrounding wind and snow quickly approached, and in the blink of an eye, a new snowball formed. The inside is like a child full of vitality.

Still coming?

Wu Zhen stopped abruptly and looked at the assassin's face, which was obviously much paler. (To be continued.) )