After some temptation, although this dry corpse could not use the power of the elements, its physical skills were extremely exquisite, and it was often elusive, and there was no wasteful movement. Straight to the most advantageous point of attack, simple, yet unpredictable, sharp to the extreme.

With the blessing of his wind elemental power, Feng Ling was able to dodge the attack of the Corpse King. Originally, as a physical cultivator, Feng Ling could be described as invincible in melee combat of the same level outside, but he never imagined that he had just entered the first ghost city and suffered such a blow. The body technique that has always been proud of is so vulnerable that it can't even beat a corpse that doesn't have a life, and it's always below, and it's powerless to fight back.

The corpse king's fist style is in place, and it is accurate to the extreme. The use of force is just right, and there is no flaw at all. Feng Ling saw the majesty of the master of physical arts this time. Although this corpse king does not feel tired, he also reduces the waste of physical strength as much as possible, ensuring that every punch is as majestic as the beginning.

After some dodging, the Corpse King was helpless to take Feng Ling's flea, his speed was too fast for him to keep up. Because of this, the corpse king appeared even more irritable, and the dark elemental power in his body rolled out, covering his fists and feet, and came with an incomparable corrosive power.

Feng Ling, who had been dodging, saw that this corpse king had changed his moves again, and there was no way to stop it, so he could only bless the power of the light element on his body and dissolve the erosion of the dark element as much as possible.

Jin Xuerong in the distance watched Feng Ling and the Corpse King compete against each other, and no one could help anyone for a while. She herself is also very anxious, this corpse king ignores physical attacks, and her gold element power is useless, it seems that she really fulfills Feng Ling's statement, she just needs to protect his true heart. A hint of powerlessness arose, Jin Xue Rongxiu clenched her fists, and stared at Feng Ling who was fighting fiercely with burning eyes.

As the battle continued, Feng Ling, who was flesh and blood, was clearly at a disadvantage, sweating profusely, and his speed gradually slowed down, no longer as fast as before. Looking at the Corpse King again, it is exactly the same, except for the more irritable temper, the physical strength has not been affected in the slightest, it is like a perpetual motion machine, it does not need a source of strength, and constantly works outward.

The Corpse King has the same move, but it can derive countless attack forms, with many changes and full attack power. You never know where its attack will be in the next moment, or how it will attack. As long as Feng Ling reveals a flaw, its fist style will definitely follow.

Boom! The Corpse King was another simple punch, and the wind of the tiger's fist cut Feng Ling's cheek, and the blasting air shook Feng Ling's whole body and lost his center of gravity.

The Corpse King saw the opportunity, swept his legs unhurriedly, and shoveled them fiercely on Feng Ling's legs.

It hurts! It hurts! My legs feel like they're broken.

This corpse king's attack can always find the fatal point of others, and use the least force to achieve the highest effect.

Feng Ling rubbed his legs desperately, grinning and gasping for air. But even so, Feng Ling's eyes did not match the despair of the current decadent situation, but were full of excitement, looking at the corpse king who took advantage of the situation.

This is an excellent time to learn physical arts, the reason why Feng Ling came to this terrifying Dark Hell Dao is not to refine himself and complete what he has learned! This dry corpse is obviously an excellent blade used by the ancestor of the Dark Clan to train the physical cultivation of the younger generations.

For Feng Ling, this corpse king is simply a ready-made physical master, and he is a physical master who has achieved results ten thousand years ago. His attacks are so sharp and precise that he can even pull the power of the dark elements in his body to use for physical arts, and the effect is doubled.

Feng Ling continued to learn the Corpse King's attacks to make up for his shortcomings, and gradually, his offensive became sharper, the physical strength he spent was constantly decreasing, and his attack power became more powerful.

Bang! A punch containing the power of the wind elemental struck the corpse king's body like a shuttle, causing it to retreat dozens of meters before stabilizing its body. This was Feng Ling's first effective blow, and he cracked his mouth and looked at his hands with interest. This seemingly simple blow just now, Feng Ling has actually practiced several times. He covered the wind element on his fist, which reduced the resistance when swinging a lot, which not only increased the speed of the punch, but also reduced the fist power consumed by friction with the air, and more importantly, this punch was blasted, and all the power was gathered at one point, so that the thick-skinned corpse king could be blasted out like this.

Feng Ling's physical skills are constantly mellowing, and his strength is also constantly rising. He was like a child who saw his baby, excitedly playing with the corpse king. Learn his control, learn his changes, learn his utilization, learn everything about him! This dry corpse is now Feng Ling's most competent teacher, he doesn't need to rest at all, and he educates Feng Ling hand in hand. Feng Ling, a student, is also very "happy" to the teacher, he digests what he has learned very quickly and successfully applies it in practice.

Blue is better than blue, Feng Ling perfectly interprets this sentence. An hour ago, the corpse king who was still monstrous, pressing Feng Ling and chasing and beating fiercely, where is there any kingly demeanor at this moment, the original shriveled body has become tattered, and he has to eat some dirt and dust from time to time, which can be described as extremely embarrassing.

Jin Xuerong, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, watched thoughtfully at the more and more fierce Fengling in the field. This guy is actually still a genius in individual arts, and it seems that his future is really limitless!

There was a loud bang, and Feng Ling and the Corpse King collided with each other again.

"Hahaha, come again!" Feng Ling laughed happily, completely ignoring the pain arm, flicking it casually, and stepping forward again.

The Corpse King was extremely ashamed and angry, this guy in front of him was completely playing with himself, the majesty of the king had been challenged like never before, how not to make it angry, how not to make it crazy.

The rampaging corpse king no longer had any scruples, and with its heavy drinking, thousands of dried corpses swarmed again, standing obediently behind the corpse king, waiting for his king to call the shots!

Until all the dried corpses gathered, a thick black mist began to emerge from the corpse king's body, and these black mist were like an introduction, attracting all the dried corpses behind him to begin to emit black smoke of different sizes. These black fogs continue to engulf these black smokes, becoming more and more huge.

At this moment, Feng Ling didn't know the wishful thinking of this corpse king, it was going to devour all the dark elemental power sealed in the dry corpse, occupy the place for its own use, and strengthen itself.

There is no way to go on like this, and you have to stop the Corpse King's actions quickly.