Water, soil, quicksand river!

As the water and soil spirits in Wang Ji's body continued to stir the power of nature around him, the soil under Feng Zhenghao's feet instantly melted into a swamp, causing his body to shake and lose his balance in an instant.

Now is the time!

The ink on the Tianyuan pen in Wang He's hand was constantly surging, his eyes were full of ruthlessness, and the Tianyuan pen he was holding was violently brushed down, with a flash of ink like a floating painting.

By now, Wang had been unable to mobilize the natural power of the Five Elements Elves in his body.

If they mobilized their natural power again, with the current state of the king, he would definitely not be able to bear it, and his body would be the first to collapse.

But......

It's already hit this point, and it's impossible to stop!

There is no reason to stop, this battle, after killing Feng Zhenghao, Wang He can rest assured!

Laugh at!

This shot, when the pen was about to cut into Feng Zhenghao's neck, Feng Zhenghao hurriedly leaned back, although he dodged the fatal shot, but he was still cut out of the tip of the pen in front of his chest, bursting out of a cloud of blood mist, and the pain came again, but at this time Feng Zhenghao was already a little numb, which was not a good sign, which meant that his body's reaction had slowed down because of more blood loss......

Enduring the pain, Feng Zhenghao decisively released the only remaining Yin General in his body, and rushed towards Wang He with a brush.

"Yin General, you're not alone!"

Goo-goo!

As streaks of black smoke burst out from Wang He's body, five Yin Generals also appeared behind him.

Five ghosts!

Feng Zhenghao naturally recognized what this was, but he didn't expect that there were only a few in Wang He's body.

Wang He has always taken the elitist route, and it is not necessarily a good thing to have more yin on his body......

Bang bang bang!

In an instant, several black shadows instantly entangled, making the sound of a struggle.

While!

After blocking the blow on Wang He Tianyuan's pen again, Feng Zhenghao obviously felt that the Qi energy in his body began to decrease, and after he subconsciously looked at his chest, he found that the wound that should have been bleeding was barely bleeding at this time, except for the blood mist that exploded.

It's just that there is an ink stain in front of the original wound!

It's the king's innate ability!

In an instant, Feng Zhenghao reacted, Wang Ji's innate ability is assimilation, which Feng Zhenghao already understands in the root of hell.

No way!

He is a good man and needs to dissolve Wang He's innate ability as soon as possible.

The reason why Wang He usually doesn't want to use his innate ability is not that he can't do it, it's just that the efficiency is too low.

As long as people cut off the outer flames in time, it will be difficult for the king's ability to continue to assimilate.

Only now, in this situation, Wang Ji's Qi Qi has begun to rush towards Feng Zhenghao's body along Feng Zhenghao's wounds, just like a virus, and has begun to continuously assimilate Feng Zhenghao's Qi energy.

That's the worst thing.

It's like poisoning, if you can't get rid of the toxin in time, you won't be able to survive for a long time......

Think about it, in your body, the energy is not yours, what kind of scene is this.

But......

Now the king's offensive is clearly more ferocious.

Painting the spirit, the bird falling into the hole, the Kunpeng water hammer, the brush of the flower, the mound tiger, the ink dragon, the Xuanwu, the dark sparrow, the literary sage......

These Danqing Technique's moves bombarded Feng Zhenghao's side as if they didn't want money.

Wang He's figure appeared behind Feng Zhenghao, Tian Yuan pen swung out, once again brought out a black mang, this shot poked straight at the back of his heart, in a hurry, Feng Zhenghao could only protect his vital point, so that a shot directly poked his shoulder blades, if it wasn't for Feng Zhenghao leaning forward, it is estimated that this shot can definitely cut a huge wound in his entire upper body, maybe it can also remove his arm......

But this distance ......

Feng Zhenghao ignored the things summoned by Wang He to attack him, turned around sharply, and smashed all the strength of his body into Wang He's head.

Syllable!

After smashing this punch, Feng Zhenghao's eyes couldn't help but widen.

Because the "Wang He" in front of him was like a black water balloon, which was directly blown up by Feng Zhenghao......

Danqing: Blood Fake!

Fake!

Before Feng Zhenghao could move, there seemed to be a murmur in his ears.

"The wonder of the three ends of the husband, don't use the pen first; The mystery of the six arts, nothing more important than the silver hook......"

After Feng Zhenghao heard this murmur, he also quickly turned his head to look in the direction where the voice came from, but he turned his head like this.

The surrounding environment suddenly changed, and the originally colorful world instantly turned into black and white......

In a trance, Feng Zhenghao's whole person seems to be included in a landscape painting, in this painting, there is no color, no sound, and the surrounding area is white, making people unable to distinguish the direction.

"It's over......"

Wang He's figure gently echoed around Feng Zhenghao, and his tone was very calm, giving people a feeling of no sadness or joy.

Hearing this, Feng Zhenghao just wanted to move but found that his body seemed to be out of control at this moment, and then his limbs began to ink, and then they scattered like cooking smoke in this white world.

As his limbs dissipated, then his torso, and by the time Feng Zhenghao came back to his senses, all he had left was his head.

"Danqing, Final, Lanye Drawing!"

Wang didn't know when he appeared in front of him, looked at Feng Zhenghao and said, "It's all over, President Feng, you...... Lost ......"

"Did I lose......

Feng Zhenghao's eyes gradually dimmed, if he wanted to say that he was unwilling, he could imagine what kind of situation the world would face if he died.

Although he had already made preparations, it was a matter of whether Feng Xingtong could take over the banner.

"When I was in Longhu Mountain, I had already given you a choice, but you still decided to play with the Wang family to the end......"

Wang He looked at Feng Zhenghao, whose neck in front of him was also beginning to melt, and said: "The war between us began after that drunken meal, and everyone has to pay for their choices...... Isn't it? ”

"Awesome!"

Feng Zhenghao suddenly smiled and said: "Becoming a king and defeating a king, my Feng Zhenghao's skills are not as good as others, and I don't complain when I die, but I just hate my own lack of ability, and I can't bring down your Wang family in my lifetime......"

"There are really not many people who can be as open-minded as you......"

Wang He said: "If it weren't for the Jiashen Rebellion, maybe you would have been able to go further." ”

"Hehe......"

As Feng Zhenghao's laughter disappeared, his whole person also turned into a ball of ink and disappeared into this white space.

……

Feng Xingtong, who was far away in Tianjin, suddenly felt his heart twitch, and the cold sweat on his forehead suddenly flowed out.

Lao Hu on the side saw Feng Xingtong's cold sweat and asked curiously, "Young Master Feng, are you uncomfortable?" ”