"Kill you, and the guy behind it will naturally come out."

The white bird-headed man also mobilized his power to the limit.

The two of them didn't talk nonsense anymore and flew at the same time. Countless afterimages were superimposed on each other, and a dense collision began. From the outside, it looks like a sonic boom is constantly being produced inside a hurricane, and there is no human figure in sight.

Wu Chong kept attacking, but the strongest thing about the white birdhead was speed.

Three out of ten hits from his attacks are considered good, and even if he does, it will be difficult to hurt the roots. From the bird-headed man, Wu Chong felt another force, which was a means that he had never been exposed to before, belonging to the gray giant bird world.

Speed is king!

After Wu Chong fused the skins of the previous ten generations, his strength clearly occupied an absolute advantage, but the disadvantage in speed made it difficult for him to hit the opponent. Even if it barely hits, it's not critical.

He was uncomfortable, and the giant white bird opposite him was no better.

In the eyes of the white bird-headed man, Wu Chong was an undead monster covered with a turtle shell, and in this short fight just now, he had already hit this person thousands of times, and the other party was unscathed after so many attacks. The subtle scars left earlier were also quickly recovered during the fighting. On the contrary, his own hands were numb from being shaken by this force, and his qi and blood were unstable.

The bigger the two of them, the faster they became, and the scope of the impact became larger and larger.

Old Man Yu and the others, who were originally hiding in the back half of the building, were forced to leave the demon space.

What started as a fight turned into a war of attrition.

Half an hour later, Wu Chong gradually lost his patience. It's just a doppelganger, and he wasted so much of his time.

"Stack!!"

Seeing his feet on the ground, the power of the leather drum rose from his legs, and finally condensed into his hands, under the superposition of layers of power, his hands slowly turned from black at the beginning, and finally evolved into dark gold.

"Mighty King Kong Palm!!"

The memory of Wu Chong's doppelganger, the most recorded is martial arts. The method of breaking the game that he thought of now also evolved from the martial arts, and in the case of a stalemate, he immediately thought of this martial arts technique with strong attack power.

The exaggerated demonic internal force in the body condensed into the palm of his hand, and the power of the skin of more than ten generations converged into the palm of his hand like compression, and then he saw Wu Chong stretch out his hands, one left and one right, splitting the palm in the air.

Rumble!!!

The forces on both sides centered on his palms and turned into two fans and bombarded out.

The forces of rage are not targeted at all, they are brutal covering attacks.

The white bird-headed man's face changed, and he had no choice but to block his hands in front of him and resist this palm. Unless he dodges on Wu Chong's head now, but that behavior may be more dangerous.

With his arms crossed, a golden semicircular mask of light gathered in front of the gray bird-headed man.

As soon as the power was formed, he saw Wu Chong's golden palm bombarding him.

With a bang, the two forces collided violently, and the powerful force shattered the ground, and the two people in the confrontation were shocked by the power they released.

The dust cleared.

The figure of the bird-headed man was revealed, most of the feathers on his body were shattered, the entire upper body was emitted white smoke, and a clear palm print was imprinted on his chest, which seemed to be injured.

"What the hell are you!"

The white bird-headed man's pupils turned golden.

"Aren't you too?"

Wu Chong's entire arm was broken, and the pitch-black liquid was constantly flowing back to repair his injuries.

After all, he took advantage of the palm just now.

"It's different, how can you be the same as me."

The white-headed man looked at Wu Chong in front of him, completely unable to understand how this monster was born. The palm just now is not the power of this world at all, and the other party is not a clone like him, how can he master such a powerful power. Moreover, even if it was him, being able to use this supernatural power was the result of years of exploration. After countless harvests, they have already understood this world and can use the power of the rules of this world to a certain extent.

This guy in front of him is not normal, a newcomer who came out of nowhere, why does he have this kind of power as soon as he comes up.

If the power was so easy to obtain, wouldn't they, the world masters, live to dogs?

"Forget it."

The white-headed man seemed to have given up asking.

This clone of his was almost all scrapped, and it was replaced by other creatures, as long as it was within this world, even if it was the primordial demon, it would definitely be blown up by Wu Chong's palm just now. But the white giant bird is a doppelganger of the Lord of the World, and there are people on it.

"Let you, an outsider, see the power of the world."

The white-headed man stretched out his hands, and a mysterious power appeared around him.

The feathers that were originally broken by Wu Chong's palm grew back, and the palm prints were also fading. A strange layer of smoke rose from his body, and the smoke surrounded him like an afterimage. Layer upon layer, densely packed.

"Mountain!"

The white bird-headed man made a subtle gesture and spat out a word.

Airplanes!!

A layer of invisible power was pressed, and Wu Chong, who was originally standing opposite, bowed his body, as if there was an invisible mountain on his body.

This force is very special, it is not real, but an abstract force.

Wu Chong tried to dodge, but he found that this power was just like sticking to him, and there was no way to ask for it. He tried to blast his fist upward, but all he could reach was air.

An invisible mountain.

Or the 'mountain' that only exists in Wu Chong alone.

"Ze!"

The white-headed man spat out a word again. Wu Chong, who was originally standing on the ground, only felt that the soil layer under his feet suddenly softened, and finally turned into a strange fluid, as if it was about to drown him.

Bang!

Wu Chong raised his hand with a palm.

The strange thing is that when he slapped it, the masonry on the ground should have collapsed, the explosion had exploded, everything was no different from a normal soil layer.

The only point of difference is in him.

All the earth became swamps for him.

A swamp against one person.

Wu Chong, who sensed the change, quickly dodged, and this time he did not passively defend, but took the initiative to attack the white bird-headed man. The power of more than a dozen layers of human skin was released by him to another level, and the power was transformed into speed.

The white bird-headed man who was about to spit out the third word was chased by Wu Chong, with a palm imprinted on his chest, and the person retreated more than a dozen steps in a row, and the third word that he was about to say was also punched back.

"You want to stop me with this means? Naive! ”

The white-headed bird-headed man who had stabilized his body raised his hand again, ignoring Wu Chong's attack directly, and spat out the third word in his mouth.

"Quick!"

(End of chapter)