However, Zibo's attack still failed at such a speed, and Wang Xu even completely disappeared from his sight, leaving only a faint smell of blood and bursts of heat in the air.
When Wang Xu reappeared, he was already standing behind Zhui Bo. He was radiating hot spiritual power, burning his skin red, and his spirit body and flesh and blood were being consumed rapidly.
"Roar!!" Zhui Bo shouted, completely losing his mind and rushing towards Wang Xu. The knife he originally used was thrown away when his body shape suddenly changed, but at this moment, the destructive power of his bare hands was even more amazing.
, just the wind pressure caused by punching can break the wall.
But just such a fist was blocked by Wang Xu with one hand!
"Haah...haah...only you..." Wang Xu gasped, as if the spiritual consciousness body concentration technique - the transformation brought him a load far beyond that of receiving Zhui Bo's fist: "Only you...I
I have to kill it with my own hands!!"
With a muffled bang, Wang Xu jumped up like lightning, and his knee hit Zhui Bo right in the face. The latter's huge figure actually took several steps back due to the blow.
Wang Xu continued to bully him, hitting Zhui Bo's body with fists like a storm. Blood mist rose in the air, and the sounds of punches hitting flesh kept coming.
But this transformed Zibo was really scary. He was still able to hold on and not fall backwards under such an attack. He gradually stabilized his body and struck Wang Xu with his huge fist.
Wang Xu didn't know which tendon was wrong. He was obviously faster than Zhui Bo, but he didn't dodge or dodge. He was hit by an uppercut on the left side of his face. This was definitely a fist as big as a casserole.
In an instant, Wang Xu lost hearing in his left ear, spitting out a large mouthful of blood. It was not known how many teeth were still intact.
"Hmph...it doesn't hurt at all! What a waste!" Wang Xu actually challenged Zhui Bo with a ferocious smile.
Zhui Bo's roaring punch came again, this time from top to bottom, with overwhelming force. Due to his absolute advantage in height, the punch hit Wang Xu at the junction of his neck and shoulder.
Normally, in this situation, Wang Xu should have been knocked to the ground like a piece of cake. Unexpectedly, he endured the punch and still didn't fall. His legs were bent and he clenched his teeth, but he still stood there.
, stared at Uncle Zi with a fierce look on his face: "What? You want to knock me down with this kind of attack?"
Zibo shouted again. He raised his hands high, intertwined his fingers, and used every ounce of strength in his body to hit Wang Xu on the head like a comet.
Wang Xu has been waiting for this moment.
Just like the forwards in football, we can often see them suddenly burst out with amazing speed in short sprints, but after the offense is disrupted or brought down due to fouls, they will fall to the ground, gasping for air, or even express
It was very painful.
It's also like the pain that occurs when the arm muscles relax when we lift a heavy dumbbell and put it down.
Strength, speed, technique, sensitivity, the coordination and combination of these factors are explosive power. But the more concentrated, short, and high-intensity muscle bursts are, the greater the load will be after the muscles contract extremely quickly.
Therefore, the moment after launching a full-strength blow, it is only a fleeting moment...Zibo will be a vulnerable existence.
Wang Xu captured the decisive moment like a falcon. When Zibo's crazy blow failed, the brief second when his whole body was depleted was enough for Wang Xu to kill him.
With a pop, Wang Xu's slightly slender arm actually penetrated Zibo's iron-walled torso, and black viscous liquid gushes out from Zibo's chest.
When Wang Xu pulled out his arm, the black blood sprayed into the air like rain. Zhui Bo's huge body fell to the ground. Wang Xu snapped his fingers and buried him in the dark abyss with his own hands.
"You have indeed become more terrifying." Derek said, and his chanting stopped at some point: "It looks like you are brave and fierce, but in fact it is all disguise. The two punches you received before were just a setup, for the sake of
This is the last blow."
Wang Xu smeared the black blood on his clothes randomly: "So what?"
"Isn't this despicable? He looks very fanatical on the surface, but in fact he remains calm in his heart." Derek sneered.
"Are you despicable?" Wang Xu covered his shoulders with his hands and stretched his neck: "You are engaged in siege, taking stimulants, and you actually talk nonsense like this to me? Do you know that there is still a word shame in this world?"
"Humph... the cemetery!" Derek stopped talking to him. His preparations for black magic had been completed just now and were activated with a wave of his hand.
Wang Xu only felt that the surrounding temperature dropped sharply. This was not an illusion, but a real cold. The wails of countless undead rang out in the crisscrossing streets and alleys of London, one after another, lingering.
"What? Use low-level ghosts to deal with ghost hunters? This is the world of terror. Even if I crush all the souls and send them to the sea of underworld, there will be no consequences." Wang Xu said very confidently.
Derek snorted coldly: "You can try."
Wang Xu's pupils suddenly shrank. He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it, but an instinctive sense of crisis invaded his heart. He lowered his head, stretched out his hand, and found that his body had
It became a state of translucent nothingness.
Derek smiled and said: "Do you understand? In the necropolis, there are only undead. You are it, and so am I..." He raised his head, and the sky was suddenly filled with white wandering souls: "Them... too."
Wang Xu knew that his spiritual body had disappeared, and all he had left was his soul. Then, there was only one remaining means of fighting.
The power of domination.
Wang Xu closed his eyes, and the existence of the undead became clearer, and their malice and aggression were undisguised. But the moment he closed his eyes, there was no longer any one within ten meters centered on it.
As the undead approached, a circular area was cleared.
"Do I have to use it... Humph... What kind of game is this?" Wang Xu said to himself, as the circle's scope gradually expanded.
The horrifying wails of the undead became louder and louder. They were fleeing from Wang Xu's side because the spirits that were closer had been destroyed.
Only Derek was still standing there. He was very close to the edge of the cleared area, but he didn't seem to be planning to run. Instead, he was wrapped in black energy.
"You wouldn't want to kill a demi-god-level existence by tearing an ordinary soul into pieces, would you? Wang Xu." Derek's tone was still full of confidence.
Unexpectedly, Wang Xu replied coldly: "Yes."
Derek's calm expression froze on his face, and two-thirds of his body turned into nothingness when he heard those two words Wang Xu.
"Demigod level? Isn't it just a soul...just..." Wang Xu said disdainfully.
A burst of dazzling bright light came on, and Wang Xu was stunned for a moment and found that he was back in front of the chessboard, and Mr. You was looking at him with his little eyes blinking.
"Damn fat man... I really doubt whether the difficulty over there is as difficult as mine."
"Haha... don't worry, my fear is far worse than yours. If you think it's unfair, I can introduce you to a few people I'm afraid of in my memory another day."
"I think it's unnecessary..." Wang Xu said as he reached out and pulled out a curse card.
Mr. You also rolled the dice, and a loose-looking magic circle appeared on the card, with the Chinese name - Killer Bee.
The chess pieces moved on their own on the chessboard, and Mr. You also fell into silence...
