In the boundary zone where Fukong was born.

The swarm of flies of the "plague" suddenly stagnated.

And Wan Yi was slightly stunned, and suddenly grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Like, it doesn't hurt that much." His voice echoed through the desolation.

"Epidemic" and "suffering" form a scale no matter who comes first and who comes later, but in the end, they all achieve each other.

But if I really want to say it, the concept of "suffering" is a bit broader.

And when the excessive "pain" is eliminated, although the "epidemic" will not be weakened, it can still harvest power through the disease of the completely broken world, but the rate will undoubtedly be greatly reduced.

In normal times, when it falls, it falls, it still grows stronger and deepens its own concept, and it is still a catastrophe.

But, now it's facing Wan Yi.

In and Wan also snatched power.

The power it harvested would be ruthlessly taken away from it by a catastrophe far more terrible than it was, and it would have been able to draw two or three out of every ten to sustain the confrontation, but now that the power it had drawn was reduced, it would have been worse.

"Although the opportunity to solve you neatly has come, since you dare to put your hand here, let him deal with it." Wan Yi smiled.

……

Zhuang He was flickering and jumping from battlefield to battlefield, single-handedly involving a large number of calamities, reducing their numbers and making them completely helpless.

The will of the alien will was forced to make a living, and once again gave Zhuang and a large amount of resources to tilt.

Zhuang He did not refuse, in order to defend her and her husband's homeland, she knew that she had to shoulder this burden.

As the strongest single combat force in the current dynastic imperial alliance, she felt the hardships and hardships of Fukong in the war.

Not to mention, she doesn't have the power to destroy the withering and decaying like Fukong, and even if her strength grows again, her battle can only be based on containment.

Now that the plague is rampant between the two countries, even the army is not immune, and she has single-handedly maintained this front from being breached.

The fatigue of not sleeping well for a long time continued to come to my heart.

It would be nice if my husband was still here.

Suddenly, she flickered again.

But this momentary distraction, she suddenly reacted, and her flickering jump coordinates were edited incorrectly! Two meters shorter!

She doesn't have much room for error on the dense battlefield, and she triggers the defensive magic as soon as possible, ready to withstand the attack.

However, the expected pain did not come.

She threw herself straight into a warm embrace.

The strong arms and familiar breathing made Zhuang He only feel a sour nose and raise his head with tears in his eyes.

The pair of heterochromatic eyes like snowflakes flying, looking at her tenderly, Fukong chuckled, "How is it?" I'll catch you anyway. ”

Zhuang He buried his head in his arms again, and replied inside: "Hmm." ”

No matter how much she jumped, he would always catch it.

Boom!

Then, there was a loud bang on the battlefield.

A huge pit emerges, and with the countless calamities and calamities inside it are crushed into powder by pure power.

Fukong took Zhuang He back to the nearby fortress.

The soldiers, who were originally sluggish, looked at Fukong in a daze.

"Will ...... Checkmate? ”

"I'm not a general anymore." Fukong replied with a smile, then put Zhuang He down and said to her, "Have a good rest, I'll go back when I go." ”

"This time, I'll really be back." Zhuang He said with some pity.

"Well, I'll be back, for sure." Fukong replied.

Then, he tore the top of the hospital gown, tied the rags around his waist, and soared straight into the sky, heading towards the decaying wasteland in the distance.

And after Fukong came and left, there was a burst of cheers in the city.

No matter what kind of desperate situation, as long as Fukong returns, then there is still hope for everything.

……

Wan Yi's voice fell, like a white thunderbolt falling to the ground.

Fu Kong landed on Wan Yi's side and straightened up: "Mr. Commander, thank you for this time." ”

Not only to thank him for taking care of himself during his coma, but also for helping him protect his homeland.

"Little things." Wan Yi replied casually, then looked ahead and said, "Solve it." ”

"Okay."

The words fell, and Fukong raised his fist directly.

[Extinguish].

What diseases and plagues, what decay of life coming to an end, everything retreats under this desperate punch, and the martial arts are indestructible!

The swarm of flies instantly dispersed, but it grew back at a rapid pace.

[Chaos].

Several black columns of air whizzed by, sending the swarm of flies into the air.

Then Fukong jumped to his feet and followed.

The swarm of flies of the "plague" suddenly swelled several times and swooped towards Fukong.

Fukong stretched out his hands and clapped forward.

[Empty——]

The swarm of flies was directly crushed, and the power of decay was controlled by Fukong under this technique, gathering in the palm of his hand.

[Extinguish].

After throwing out his own strength, he spun around without reservation, and even snowballed several times and smashed it on his face.

Even so, the "epidemic" as the foundation of the disaster still keeps it up.

At the level of "epidemic", it can only be said that it is extremely difficult for Fukong to take it down, but now it is easily hung up and beaten by Fukong.

On the one hand, it is because most of the power of the "epidemic" has been stolen by Wan Yi, and the suffering of the "epidemic" cannot be said.

On the other hand, Fukong, as a talented and proud person in the play, has improved and grown again after coming to the broken world.

The power of those who have transcended the boundaries will not swell, but some of their vision, knowledge, skills, etc., which are fundamental, will naturally move to new heights after they reach a higher platform.

Merlin Eurolin is like this, and it is equally striking that the benevolent man completed the reverse completion of the boundary zone with the help of others as soon as he was detached.

At this time, the same is true for Fukong.

He didn't need to study it deliberately.

The physical body is constantly revising and adapting to a higher level while it is sleeping.

Just wait for him to wake up and trace the deeper mysteries of martial arts.

The swarm of flies converged again.

Fokon paused for a moment, then kicked with a swift kick.

[Collapse and Earthquake].

The three forms are all integrated into one move, and the center is in the main part of the fly swarm.

"Get out!"

With a loud shout, the "Plague" was trampled on the red crack in the sky.

That passage is actually one-way, and as long as the calamity doesn't want to get out, it's impossible to force them back...... As it should be,

Clicks–

The rift was shaking, and the power that constituted the rift itself was bombarded by Fukong's technique and began to shake.

Little by little, the swarm of flies seeped into the red, and finally—

Bang!

The depth of the collapse is like shards of glass.

"Plague" was kicked out of the boundary zone with a kick.

And Fukong followed suit, obviously not intending to just let it go.

The swarm of flies instantly spread and wanted to escape, but the Wan Yi encirclement net formed early outside made it have no room to escape.

Fukong's bare feet landed lightly on the boundary band.

At this moment, the boundary zone that had plotted against Fukong, trying to control the boundary belt of such powerful variables as Fukong, obediently stretched out a corner and lifted him up, higher than the boundary belt itself, above the sky, looking down on the trembling swarm of flies.

The battle intent and killing intent in Fukong's whole body rose and condensed without reservation.

The flying snow in his eyes was whistling, and eventually, it turned into a substantial black flying snow and fell around.

Fukong put on a starting hand that he had never seen before.

【Sky Shattering: Kill】

A series of moves ends with a final unfamiliar move.

The fist fell.

Is that divine punishment?

No.

That is the supreme "martial arts".

(End of chapter)