Unparalleled Heavenly Lord - Chapter 713

[Chapter 712]

Eight waste steps!

Zheng Shiyi’s figure jumped forward sharply, and the next moment, a sharp pain suddenly hit his legs.

There was a sound like something was torn apart, and he tilted his body and fell to the ground on one side.

Damn, today’s body is too weak, and Bahuangbu is a body technique that consumes a lot of body, and now he is so weak that even Bahuangbu can’t support it!

“Haha? Do you want to make a move, or do you want to escape? Zheng Shiyi, Zheng Shiyi, it turns out that you have today. You can’t even run now, so why don’t you just grab your hands?”

Wang Zonglin looked at Zheng Shiyi who had fallen and said aloud Laughing loudly, he stretched out a hand and grabbed it towards Zheng Shiyi.

The violent wind blew, and the strong wind blew, Zheng Shiyi’s weak body even continued to slant to the other side uncontrollably under the strong wind.

In just one breath, Wang Zonglin’s palm appeared in front of him. Under his palm, a faint layer of spiritual energy lingered, vaguely like wearing a silver glove.

Half-step truth.

Zheng Shiyi felt the aura emanating from Wang Zonglin, and when his body lost balance, he raised his right hand high in front of him, and a brown earth energy surged frantically and gathered towards his arm.

A thin arm, like the trunk of an old tree that is about to wither and die, is placed in front of him. It seems that a majestic mountain is standing in front of him. Breath gushed out of his thin body.

The skinny palm that almost exposed the bones faced Wang Zonglin’s grasp, but seemed to completely wrap the claw in it.

In Wang Zonglin’s eyes full of madness, a dignified look suddenly flashed, this Zheng Shiyi was already so weak that he couldn’t even use his body technique.

But when the palm fell, it actually gave him a feeling that no matter how his hand dodged or used it, he couldn’t break free from the wrapping of his palm.

Can’t break free?

If that’s the case, then forcibly break it, first abolish his arm!

Wang Zonglin’s face showed a ruthless look. On the outstretched arm, the bulging muscles formed a stark contrast to Zheng Shiyi’s shriveled arm. The silver aura on the claws became more intense, and the whole hand was in the sunlight. Under the irradiation, it fell down like a sharp steel claws.

The air in front was broken by the claws under this claw, revealing five clear white marks, like five spears that could pierce the sky, penetrated the mountains in front, and fell heavily into Zheng Shiyi’s palm. superior.

The sharp fingers easily cut through the dry skin on Zheng Shiyi’s palm. A palm under this claw seemed to be completely penetrated, and the intense pain was transmitted to the brain along the nerves.

The violent energy burst into the arm, and it almost destroyed all the muscles in the body.

Zheng Shiyi’s whole body was almost without any protection from spiritual energy. Under the impact, his body fell heavily on the ground. The powerful impact force even brought his body to the ground and immediately bounced up high, then recoiled upwards. .

“It’s already so weak, what are you resisting?” Wang Zonglin stretched out a hand with a grin, and smashed it again in the direction of Zheng Shiyi

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Wang Zonglin’s fist is like a huge hammer that can split the sky and the earth, falling with endless might.

Damn it…

Zheng Shiyi felt the power in his body, and he secretly hated it. It was just a level of concentration. If he was in his prime, one finger would be enough to kill the opponent, but now he can clearly see the opponent’s movements, and even more so. There are countless ways to crack the opponent’s attack, but the body is not good, the only thing that can be done is hard block.

He crossed his hands in front of each other in a slanted cross on his chest.

Almost as soon as his hands were protected, Wang Zonglin’s heavy punch had already smashed down. It seemed that a mountain had fallen from the sky, and his arms seemed to be broken by one punch, making a crackling sound.

Zheng Shiyi slammed his body downward heavily. The moment his back touched the ground, the entire earth shook violently. Under the impact, the ground exploded, creating a large pit that was ten and a half feet deep.

Zheng Shiyi fell into the round pit, opened his mouth, and gushed out a mouthful of blood. The only trace of breath left in his body was completely disordered, and his internal organs were constantly vibrating, as if it would burst at any time.

The current body is too weak, so weak that Longyancao Martial Soul just emits a faint green light, repairing the injured body.

Blood Prison Buddha!

Zheng Shiyi gathered all his strength, stretched out his right hand and propped it on the ground below him, and leaped into the air, at the same time, bursts of blood spread in the air.

The scarlet tower of the Blood Prison Buddha slashed through the air and fell heavily in the direction of Wang Zonglin. In an instant, tens of thousands of blood essence and blood burned at the same time in the Buddha. Driven by this blood essence, Zheng Shiyi’s already shriveled body lost weight again. one cent.

“Do you still want to fight back?”

Wang Zonglin sneered disdainfully, his body flashed, and instantly flashed behind Zheng Shiyi, grinning, stretched out a hand and grabbed Zheng Shiyi’s back: “You are too slow. Why? The adventure is called out, and the pain of flesh and blood can be avoided.”

As he spoke, his palm was only a few inches away from Zheng Shiyi’s back.

Suddenly, in the next moment, in front of his eyes, Zheng Shiyi, who had his back to him, suddenly turned around, without any warning, without any movement.

Turning around, the Blood Prison Buddha in his hand also deflected, and the sharp spire was aligned with Wang Zonglin’s chest.

Zheng Shiyi hugged the Blood Prison Buddha tightly with both hands, gathered the only strength in his body, and stabbed heavily towards the front.

When the Blood Prison Buddha is displayed, use its own blood to stimulate the blood in the Blood Prison Buddha, so that the power of the Blood Prison Buddha can be exerted.

But now, the essence, blood, and qi in my body are almost completely consumed. Every time I use the Blood Prison Buddha, I will suffer a lot. I must make a quick decision. Died from excessive wear and tear.

Wang Zonglin looked at Zheng Shiyi who suddenly changed his face, and was stunned. Why did Zheng Shiyi turn around so quickly?

No, he didn’t turn around, he really didn’t move his legs, just turned his upper body completely, what’s the matter? How can a person’s body be twisted like this?

That spire!

Wang Zonglin looked at the red light in front of him, his face changed suddenly, and he was about to step back in shock, but before he could move, the red light in front of him had already fallen.

The sharp spire came in from his chest, the power of tens of thousands of blood essence exploded, and the red light on the tower body soared, instantly penetrating his heart, and emitting from his back.

“You…”

Wang Zonglin stretched out a finger and pointed at Zheng Shiyi, his face was full of disbelief, dead? He died in the hands of Zheng Shiyi who was so weak?

He should seize Zheng Shiyi to get all Zheng Shiyi’s adventures, and become the most talented existence in the chaos. How could the existence of a prince in the future die like this.

How could Zheng Shiyi’s body rotate like that?

Wang Zonglin spit out a word, but before the next word could be pronounced, his body couldn’t support it and fell backwards, hitting the ground and causing a cloud of smoke.

“It’s finally over.”

Zheng Shiyi saw Wang Zonglin fall down, opened his mouth, spurted out a mouthful of blood, squatted down with difficulty, and quickly rummaged through Wang Zonglin’s body. Now he is too weak, too weak, if not Unexpectedly by Wang Zonglin, he used the Yasha Clan’s Knuckle Twisting Technique, and I am afraid that the one who loses is himself.

“Pill… why is it so small?”

Zheng Shiyi opened Wang Zonglin’s Qiankun bag and looked at the rare medicinal pill.

I just fought with Wang Zonglin. Although the sound was not loud enough, it was enough to attract the attention of others. If someone else came here and found me in this state, I would definitely die.

He quickly left the path where Wang Zonglin was, and just turned into another road. On the other end of the road, a handsome monk in his twenties came. Unlike ordinary monks, he was not carrying a stalk behind his back. The Zen staff is a long sword.

Guichen walked all the way and saw the figure suddenly appeared in front of him, with a happy expression on his face, he quickly stepped forward and said: “This donor has disturbed, the poor monk Guichen. I want to ask the donor, have you seen that Zheng Shiyi around here?”

He is looking for himself!

It’s ridiculous, he actually asked himself if he had seen him before, and he was really unrecognizable in his current state.

Zheng Shiyi smiled bitterly and looked at the monk in front of him with a deliberately panicked expression on his face: “Zheng Shiyi? That devil is near here? I…I haven’t seen him before, but the devil is here.

Little master , if he is really here, I advise you to leave quickly, he is simply a demon who kills without blinking an

eye.” “The devil, you must be eliminated by the Buddha.” Gui Chen looked at the thin person in front of him and looked like he would die of anger at any time. The person who had never seen Zheng Shiyi didn’t speak anymore, and continued walking towards the front, but he was full of doubts. Then Zheng Shiyi should be around here. Why did he search here for a long time and never saw him? figure?

This little monk, he is a person of Qing culture and education?

Zheng Shiyi turned his back to the little monk, and his brows were slightly wrinkled. Although the little monk didn’t do anything, he didn’t give off any breath, but he just had a brief conversation with him, but he had a feeling that he was better than the other three sons. Chen Quming and Xia Wusheng are much stronger.

This little monk is also looking for himself, and he wants to come here for his own adventure.

Qing culture…

They have always claimed to be loving and tolerant.

But seeing such a weak self, the little monk left after asking the question. If he took the initiative to help him treat his injuries, maybe he would be able to perceive his own problems and then discover his identity.

[End of this Chapter]