Eight wild steps!

Zheng Shiyi's figure jumped out towards the front, and the next moment, a sharp pain on his legs suddenly struck. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was a tearing sound of something tearing, and he tilted and fell to the ground on one side.

Damn, today's body is too weak, and the Eight Desolate Steps are extremely physically-consuming, and now he is so weak that he can't even support the Eight Desolate Steps!

"Haha? Do you want to do it, or do you want to escape? Zheng Shiyi, Zheng Shiyi, it turns out that you also have today. You can't even run now, why don't you just tie your hands and catch it?"

Wang Zonglin looked at his fallen Zheng Shiyi, laughed loudly, and stretched out a hand to grab Zheng Shiyi.

The violent wind blew up, and the wind blew, and Zheng Shiyi's weak body continued to fall to the other side uncontrollably under this strong wind.

With a breath, Wang Zonglin's palm had already appeared in front of him, and under his palm, a faint aura lingered, vaguely like a silver glove.

Half-step convergence of truth.

Zheng Shiyi felt the aura emanating from Wang Zonglin, and when his body was out of balance, his right hand was raised high in front of him, and a brown earth qi under his body surged wildly, converging towards his arm.

A withered arm, which seemed to see no flesh, like the trunk of an old tree that was about to wither and die, lay horizontally in front of him, as if a majestic mountain stood in front of him, and an incomparably heavy, majestic aura poured out of his thin body.

The thin palm that almost exposed the bones met Wang Zonglin's grasp, but it seemed to completely wrap this claw in it.

Wang Zonglin's eyes full of madness suddenly flashed a solemn color, this Zheng Shiyi was obviously already so weak that he couldn't even use his body technique.

But when this palm fell, it actually gave him the feeling that no matter how his hand dodged or used, he couldn't break free from his palm.

Can't break free?

Since this is the case, then forcibly break it and abolish his arm first!

Wang Zonglin's face showed a ruthless color, on the outstretched arm, the bulging muscles were in stark contrast to Zheng Shiyi's shriveled arm, and the silver aura on the claws was a little thicker, and the whole hand was like an extremely sharp steel claw under the sunlight.

The air in front of him was broken by the claws under this claw, revealing five clear white marks, as if five spears that could pierce the sky were slashed, penetrating the mountains in front of them, and falling heavily on Zheng Shiyi's palm.

The sharp fingers easily cut through the shriveled skin on Zheng Shiyi's palm, and one palm seemed to be completely penetrated under this claw, and the sharp pain passed along the nerve to the brain.

The violent energy burst into his arm, and almost destroyed all the tendons and veins in his body.

Zheng Shiyi's whole body was barely protected by any aura, and under this impact, his body fell heavily to the ground, and the powerful impact even brought his body to the ground after touching the ground, and immediately bounced high, and recoiled upward.

"It's already so weak, what else is there to resist. Wang Zonglin stretched out a hand with a cruel smile and smashed it again in the direction of Zheng Shiyi,

With a punch, the wind rose.

Wang Zonglin's fist was like a huge hammer that could split the heavens and the earth, falling with endless might.

What a damn ......

Zheng Shiyi felt the power in his body, and secretly hated in his heart, it was just a layer of the Gathering Truth Realm, if he was in his heyday, one finger would be enough to kill the other party, but now he could clearly see the opponent's movements, and there were countless ways to crack the opponent's attack, but his body was not good, and the only thing he could do was to block hard.

He crossed his hands in front of him in a diagonal cross shape against each other's chest.

Almost just when his hands were protected, Wang Zonglin's heavy punch had already fallen, as if a mountain had fallen from the sky, and a pair of arms seemed to have been broken by a punch, making a crisp click.

Zheng Shiyi's body slammed downward, and the moment his back came into contact with the ground, the entire earth shook violently, and under the impact, the ground exploded, blasting out a large pit one and a half feet deep.

Zheng Shiyi fell into the round pit, opened his mouth, and spurted out a mouthful of blood, the only trace of breath left in his body was completely disordered, and his internal organs were constantly vibrating, as if they would burst at any time.

The current body is too weak, so weak that the Long Yancao Martial Soul only emits a faint green light, repairing the injured body.

Bloody Hell Slaughter!

Zheng Shiyi gathered the strength of his whole body, stretched out his right hand and pushed it the ground below him, his body jumped in the air, and at the same time, bursts of bloody aura diffused in the air.

The scarlet tower body of the Blood Hell Futu slashed through the air and smashed heavily in the direction of Wang Zonglin, and in an instant, in the Futu, tens of thousands of essence blood burned at the same time, and under the attraction of this essence blood, Zheng Shiyi's already shriveled body lost a little weight again.

"Still want to fight back?"

Wang Zonglin sneered disdainfully, his body flashed, and he flashed behind Zheng Shiyi in an instant, and stretched out a hand with a cruel smile and grabbed Zheng Shiyi's back: "You are too slow." Why bother? Obediently call out your adventures, and you can avoid the pain of flesh and skin. ”

As he spoke, his palm was only a few inches away from Zheng Shiyi's back.

Suddenly, in the next moment, in front of his eyes, Zheng Shiyi, who was originally facing away from him, suddenly turned around, without any warning and without any movement.

The body turned, and the Blood Prison Floating Slaughter in his hand also deflected, and the sharp spire was just aimed at Wang Zonglin's chest.

Zheng Shiyi held the Blood Hell Floating Slaughter tightly with both hands, gathered the only strength in his body, and stabbed forward heavily.

When the Blood Hell Floating Massacre is cast, use its own essence blood to attract the essence blood in the Blood Hell Floating Massacre, so that the power of the Blood Hell Floating Massacre can be exerted.

But now the essence, blood, and qi in his body are almost completely consumed, and every time he performs the Blood Hell Floating Massacre, he himself will suffer a lot of loss, and he must fight quickly, if he delays any longer, he will die because of excessive wear and tear if he doesn't wait for Wang Zonglin to make a move.

Wang Zonglin looked at Zheng Shiyi, who suddenly became his face, and was stunned, why did Zheng Shiyi turn around so quickly?

No, he didn't turn around, he really didn't move his legs, but his upper body turned completely around, what the hell is this? How can a human body be twisted like this?

The spire!

Wang Zonglin looked at the red light passing in front of him, his face changed suddenly, and he was about to retreat back in shock, but before his body could move, the red light in front of him had already fallen.

The sharp spire came from his chest, and the power of tens of thousands of essence blood exploded, and the red light on the tower body swelled, instantly penetrating his heart and coming out from his back.

"You ......"

Wang Zonglin stretched out a hand and pointed at Zheng Shiyi, his face was full of disbelief, he died?

He should seize Zheng Shiyi to get all the adventures of Zheng Shiyi, and become the most genius existence in the chaotic land, and the existence of the marquis in the future, how can he die like this.

Then how could Zheng Shiyi's body rotate like that?

Wang Zonglin spit out a word in his mouth, but before the words behind him could be pronounced, his body could no longer support it and fell backwards, smashing to the ground and stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust.

"It's finally over. ”

Zheng Shiyi saw Wang Zonglin falling, his mouth opened, a mouthful of blood spurted out, he squatted down with difficulty, and quickly rummaged through Wang Zonglin's body, now he is too weak and too weak, if it weren't for Wang Zonglin's unexpected performance of the Yaksha Clan's joint torsion, I'm afraid that the person who lost would be himself.

"Pill...... How is it so little?"

Zheng Shiyi opened Wang Zonglin's Qiankun bag, looked at the scarce pill, sighed in his heart, hurriedly opened his mouth, breathed slightly for a moment, and immediately stood up and walked forward.

Just fought with Wang Zonglin, although the sound was not loud, it was enough to attract the attention of others, if someone else came here and found himself in this state, he would definitely die.

Quickly left from the path where Wang Zonglin was, just turned into another road, at the other end of the road, a monk in his twenties, with a beautiful face, walked over, different from ordinary monks, he was carrying not a Zen staff but a long ring knife behind his back.

Guichen walked all the way, and when he saw the figure suddenly appearing in front of him, his face was overjoyed, and he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "This benefactor is disturbed, and the poor monk returns to dust." I want to ask the donor, have you ever seen that Zheng Shiyi around here?"

He's looking for himself!

It's ridiculous, he even asked himself if he had seen himself, and he was really unrecognizable like this now.

Zheng Shiyi smiled bitterly, looked at the monk in front of him, and deliberately showed a look of panic on his face: "Zheng Shiyi......? I haven't seen him, and the devil is here.

Little master, if he is really here, I advise you to leave quickly, he is simply a demon who kills people without blinking. ”

"The devil must be eliminated by the Buddha. Guichen saw that the thin man in front of him who looked like he would die of anger at any time had not seen Zheng Shiyi, and he no longer spoke, and continued to walk towards the front, but he was puzzled in his heart, then Zheng Shiyi should be around here, why did he look here for a long time and never saw him?

This little monk, he is a member of the Qing Sect?

Zheng Shiyi walked with his back to the little monk, his brows furrowed slightly, although the little monk didn't make a move, and he didn't exude any breath, but he just had a brief conversation with him, but he had a feeling that he was much stronger than Chen Quming and Xia Wusheng among the three sons.

This little monk is also looking for himself, and he wants to come for his own adventures.

Qing Wenjiao ......

They have always professed kindness, love, and tolerance.

But seeing such a weak self, the little monk left after asking, if he took the initiative to help him treat his injuries, maybe he would be able to perceive his own problems and discover his identity.