Eight Wastes!

Zheng Shiyi's figure suddenly jumped out ahead, and the next moment, a sharp pain suddenly came from his legs.

A sound like something tearing apart came out, and he tilted his body and fell toward the ground on one side.

Damn, my body is too weak now, and the Bahuang Steps are extremely physically consuming. Now I am actually so weak that even the Bahuang Steps cannot support it!

"Haha? Do you want to take action or escape? Zheng Shiyi, Zheng Shiyi, it turns out that you have today. You can't even run away now, so why don't you surrender?"

Wang Zonglin looked at Zheng Shiyi who had fallen, laughed loudly, stretched out a hand and grabbed Zheng Shiyi.

The violent strong wind blew up, and the strong wind blew. Zheng Shiyi's weak body continued to tilt towards the other side without even being controlled under the strong wind.

After a breathing, Wang Zonglin's palm had already appeared in front of him. Under his palm, a layer of faint spiritual energy lingered, faintly as if he was wearing a silver wire glove.

Half-step gathering of truth.

Zheng Shiyi felt the aura emitted by Wang Zonglin. When his body lost balance, he raised his right hand high in front of him. A brown earth aura under his body surged wildly and gathered towards his arms.

A thin, thin, seemingly unable to see any flesh, was placed in front of him withered arms like an old tree trunk that was about to wither and die, as if a towering mountain was blocking his body, and a huge aura surged out of his thin body.

The thin ones almost blocked the bone-exposed palms against Wang Zonglin's grabbing, but it seemed as if they completely wrapped the claw in it.

A solemn look flashed in Wang Zonglin's eyes, a pair of madness flashed suddenly. Zheng Shiyi was clearly weak and could not even use his body skills.

But when the palm fell, he actually gave himself a feeling that no matter how his hands dodge or display it, he could not break free from the feeling of wrapping his palm.

Can't break free?

Since that's the case, then force it to break it and destroy his arm first!

A ruthless look appeared on Wang Zonglin's face. On the stretched out arm, the muscles were bulging in sharp contrast with Zheng Shiyi's shriveled arms. The silver aura on the claws became richer. Under the sunlight, the whole hand grabbed it like extremely sharp steel claws.

The air in front was broken by the claws under this claw, revealing five clear white marks, as if five spears that could pierce the sky were passing through, piercing through the mountains in front and landing heavily on Zheng Shiyi's palm.

The sharp fingers easily cut the shriveled skin on Zheng Shiyi's palm. A palm seemed to be completely penetrated under this claw, and a severe pain was transmitted to the brain along the nerves.

The violent energy burst into the arms, almost destroying all the tendons and veins in the body.

Zheng Shiyi had almost no spiritual energy on his body. Under this impact, his body fell heavily on the ground. The powerful impact force even brought his body to the ground and immediately bounced high after touching the ground, and then rushed upwards.

"It's so weak, why are you still resisting?" Wang Zonglin smiled and stretched out a hand and smashed it again in the direction of Zheng Shiyi.

With one punch, the wind blew up.

Wang Zonglin's fist seemed like a huge hammer that could open the sky and break the earth, falling with endless power.

It's so damn...

Zheng Shiyi felt the power in his body, and secretly hated him. He was just a level of the gathering realm. If he was in full swing, a finger could kill the other party. But now he could clearly see the other party's movements and had countless ways to crack the other party's attacks, but his body was not good. The only thing he could do was to block it hard.

His hands crossed in front of him, and he was slanted cross-shaped on his chest.

Almost as his hands were just protecting him, Wang Zonglin's heavy punch had already fallen, as if a mountain fell from the sky, and his arms seemed to be broken by a punch, making a crisp sound.

Zheng Shiyi's body slammed heavily downwards. The moment his back contacted the ground, the entire earth shaking violently. Under the impact, the ground exploded, and a large pit of ten and a half feet deep exploded.

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

My body is so weak that Long Yancao's martial soul only emits a faint green light, repairing the injured body.

Blood Sue Pao Tu!

Zheng Shiyi gathered all his strength, stretched out his right hand and supported him hard on the ground beneath him, jumping up in the air, and at the same time, bloody smell spread in the air.

The scarlet tower of the Blood Prison Buddha flashed through the air and fell heavily in the direction of Wang Zonglin. In an instant, tens of thousands of essence and blood burned in the Buddha Buddha at the same time. Under the guidance of this essence and blood, Zheng Shiyi's already shriveled body lost a little more.

"I still want to fight back?"

Wang Zonglin sneered disdainfully, his body flashed, and instantly flashed behind Zheng Shiyi. He smiled and stretched out a hand to grab Zheng Shiyi's back: "You are too slow. Why bother? Call out your adventure obediently, and you can avoid the pain of flesh and blood."

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

Suddenly, the next moment, Zheng Shiyi, who was originally facing him, suddenly turned around without any signs or movements in front of him.

As his body turned, the Blood Prison Futu in his hand also deviated, and the sharp spire was aimed at Wang Zonglin's chest.

Zheng Shiyi held the Blood Prison Futu tightly with his hands, gathered the only force in his body, and stabbed hard in front of him.

When the Blood Prison Futu is used, the essence and blood in the Blood Prison Futu is used to activate the essence and blood in the Blood Prison Futu, so that the power of the Blood Prison Futu is exerted.

But now the essence, blood and energy in his body are almost completely consumed. Every time he casts the Blood Prison, he will suffer a lot of damage. He must fight quickly. If he delays, he will die due to excessive loss before Wang Zonglin takes action.

Wang Zonglin looked at Zheng Shiyi who suddenly turned to face him and was stunned. Why did Zheng Shiyi turn around so quickly?

No, he turned around. His legs were not moving, but his upper body turned completely. What's the matter? How can a person's body be twisted like this?

That spire!

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

The sharp spire was transmitted from his chest, and tens of thousands of essence and blood burst out. A red light on the tower body suddenly surged, instantly penetrated his heart and came out from his back.

"you……"

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

I should have captured Zheng Shiyi and received all the adventures of Zheng Shiyi, becoming the most genius existence in the chaos. How could the existence of the title of marquis die like this in the future?

How could Zheng Shiyi's body rotate like that?

Wang Zonglin spit out a word from his mouth. Before the pronunciation of the word behind was released, his body could no longer support him and fell to the ground and stirred up a piece of smoke and dust.

"It's finally over."

Zheng Shiyi saw Wang Zonglin fall down, opened his mouth and spurted out blood. He squatted down with difficulty and quickly searched Wang Zonglin. Now he was too weak. If he hadn't used the Yaksha clan's joint twisting technique beyond Wang Zonglin's expectations, he would probably be the one who would have defeated him.

"How come the pill...that's the point?"

Zheng Shiyi opened Wang Zonglin's Qiankun bag, looked at the rare pill, sighed, quickly took it, adjusted his breath slightly for a moment, and immediately stood up and walked forward.

I just fought with Wang Zonglin, and although it was not loud, it was enough to attract the attention of others. If someone else came here and found himself in this state, he would undoubtedly die.

He quickly left the path where Wang Zonglin was and had just turned into another road. At the other end of the road, a monk in his twenties and with a pretty face came. Unlike ordinary monks, he was not a Zen stick but a long ring knife behind him.

Gui Chen walked along the way and saw the figure suddenly appearing in front of him. He looked happy and hurried forward and said, "This donor has disturbed me, I want to ask the donor, have you ever seen Zheng Shiyi nearby?"

He is looking for himself!

It's ridiculous. He actually asked himself if he had seen him before. He was so unrecognizable to him now.

Zheng Shiyi smiled bitterly, looked at the monk in front of him, and deliberately showed a look of panic on his face: "Zheng Shiyi? He is nearby? I... I have never seen him, the demon is actually here.

Little Master, if he is really here, I advise you to leave quickly, he is a demon who kills without blinking."

"The devil must be eliminated by the Buddha." Gui Chen saw that the thin person in front of him who seemed to be irritated at any time had never seen Zheng Shiyi, and he stopped talking and continued to walk forward. However, he was puzzled. Zheng Shiyi should be here, so why did he look here for a long time and never see him?

This little monk, is he from the Qing Dynasty?

Zheng Shiyi walked away with his back to the little monk, frowned slightly. Although the little monk did not take action, nor did he exuded any breath, he had a feeling that he was much better than Chen Quming and Xia Wusheng among the three sons.

This little monk also looked for himself, and thought it was because of his own adventure.

Qing Dynasty Cultural Education...

They have always claimed to be kind and loving and tolerant.
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