, the king of one person's family painting saint

"There are some things that you have to experience to understand...... Isn't it......"

Wang Qichang suddenly said: "That kid is still young to put it bluntly, relying on his young momentum, he thinks he can win the grandmaster......"

To be honest, Wang Qichang felt that Wang did not do well in these decisions.

But come to think of it, Wang is only a young man in his twenties after all, so sometimes it's not a good thing that you're strong.

If you have the strength of a strong man, you must also have the mentality of a strong man.

The grandmaster can only be said to be a grandmaster if his mental and physical skills have reached a certain level.

It's like Wang Ji, so far, the record is strong enough.

Wang Qichang asked himself, he would never be able to do this at Wang Ji's age, but can he really solve everything with strong strength?

You're not the one on Dragon Tiger Mountain.

That person can be willful because people have that capital!

However, Wang Qichang can also understand Wang Ji's thoughts.

This wind is heroic, and Wang He has always been a thorn in his heart.

The king wanted to pull them out......

This is not only him, but also the elderly in the family have this feeling.

If it weren't for the fact that Wang He, the old man's heart, had been preaching the threat theory of the Feng family, to put it mildly, the Wang family really didn't take Feng Zhenghao seriously.

But it can't be helped......

Whoever let the old man favor the king, what the king says, what the old man should do.

Wang also said that the Feng family was the biggest danger to the Wang family, and the old man adjusted the danger level of the Feng family to the highest.

The old man has spoken, what else can he Wang Qichang say......

Do it!

So now there is this scene.

In fact, Wang Qichang felt that since he had trapped those strangers in the trapped dragon array, with so many people present, wouldn't it be good to go over and solve Feng Zhenghao together.

You have to do it alone......

In fact, Wang Qichang can also understand Wang He's intentions, and Wang doesn't want to let the people who follow him go into danger.

"Forget it, since that kid arranged for us to guard here, we just need to keep watch, and the rest ...... Let him figure it out on his own. ”

……

Rumble!

There was another loud bang, and in the middle of the inside, the entire black mist was dispersed by a huge shock wave, revealing two figures.

At this time, Wang He and Feng Zhenghao were not in a good situation.

The blood on Wang He's forehead had dried up, and Feng Zhenghao also had multiple wounds on his body, which he knew at a glance that he had been scratched by sharp objects, and the white shirt on the inside was also dyed red by blood at this time.

It can be seen how fierce the two fought in the black fog.

Feng Zhenghao also couldn't maintain the scale of the Twenty-Two Style: Hell Root, so he had to choose to remove this move.

And Wang He's Hanmo was also dispersed, because of the closeness, Wang He had already replaced the Tianyuan pen with a black mace at this time.

"Broken!"

The black mace in Wang He's hand was instantly swung out by Wang He, and it exploded directly in the air in front of him, bringing out a diamond-shaped shock wave, which rushed straight to Feng Zhenghao.

Detention of the spirit of the general, pick-up style, words of parting!

Feng Zhenghao also hurriedly turned Qi Jinyuan to his arm, and slapped it towards this diamond-shaped shockwave. ....Bang!

Originally, Feng Zhenghao didn't plan to take this blow hard, but his right leg was poked by Wang He, and his action was indeed not as agile as before, so he could only choose to take this palm hard.

The shock caused by the explosion also shook Feng Zheng and snorted, and his body couldn't help but stiffen.

The spirit will be sent to the general, and the spirit will be moved!

Swish!

A black shockwave rose from Feng Zhenghao's hand, and hit Wang He with his backhand.

This black shockwave is also composed of Yin Generals, and its power is not trivial.

This time, Feng Zhenghao made even more money, and at the same time launched the spirit of the spirit of the general, the three styles, and the spirit of the spirit.

With the blessing of Spirit Clear, this black shockwave was faster.

"How many Yin generals do you still have that you can use?"

Wang He drew the golden fire element in his body, and in the second word, he also wrapped these five elements power around the black hammer, and looked at the black shock wave in front of him.

Bang!

The entire field shook violently, causing the already bare ground to be ploughed again, forming a fan-shaped void on both sides of the king.

Laugh at!

A ball of blood suddenly burst out of Wang He's arm, and he forcibly took this move, and his body was a little unbearable.

A master, in the final analysis, is still a wizard, not a conjoined person, and the physical body also has a limit on strength.

To put it mildly, if Feng Zhenghao didn't restrain the spirit generals, he would definitely not be able to accommodate the twelve Yin generals possessed by the strength of his physical body alone.

The strength of these twelve Yin generals can definitely support him.

Therefore, the eight wonder skills are the eight wonder skills, and in the final analysis, it is still to highlight the word "strange".

However, now Wang He can't take care of those, he only has one goal now, to completely defeat Feng Zhenghao, as for whether to abolish or kill, then we will talk about it......

Sou!

In an instant, Wang He's figure suddenly disappeared in front of Feng Zhenghao.

Faced with Wang He's disappearance, Feng Zhenghao was stunned at first, and then a fierce spirit wanted to dodge to the side.

Laugh at!

In the next moment, a ball of snowflakes burst directly on his back, and the painful Feng Zhenghao also gritted his teeth, and a wound rose from his shoulder to his waist.

And in Wang He's hand, the Tianyuan pen was taken out of the phagogue by him again.

Suddenly raising the speed to such a point, Wang He was naturally uncomfortable, and the original wound on his arm was also enlarged because of this, and the pain was clear to whoever was hurt.

But before Wang He could stand firm, his feet exerted force again, and the Tianyuan pen stabbed Feng Zhenghao again.

Laugh at!

Feng Zhenghao stretched out his left hand and grabbed the tip of the Tianyuan pen, regardless of the risk of his palm being crossed out, his right fist clenched, and smashed the originally dried blood on Wang He's head.

The scars on Wang He's body were all wounds that were smashed out by Feng Zhenghao's punch.

There is no way, in the Root of Hell, this is Feng Zhenghao's home field, although Wang and Hanmo have the darkness to block this black fog from shrinking, but there is no way to limit Feng Zhenghao's displacement in it.

Originally, in the Twenty-Two Hellroots, the person in charge of the raid should be the Yin General on the master.

But Feng Zhenghao obviously learned a lesson this time, in order not to let the yin on his body be damaged again, so Feng Zhenghao decided to swing his fists in person.

Although he gave Wang He several punches, he was also cut by the animals and plants that Wang He summoned from the Shadow of Hanmo.

This Danqing technique is still a problem, because the entire Motan is covered by Wang He's innate ability, so Feng Zhenghao's perception can't detect what is below through Motan at all.

Water, soil, quicksand river!.

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