Volume 3: Stormy Chapter 301: Shamanism and Shamanism
"Some things can only be understood after experiencing them... right?"
Wang Qichang suddenly said, "To put it bluntly, that kid is still young. He relies on his youth and enthusiasm to think he can definitely beat the Grandmaster..."
To be honest, Wang Qichang felt that Wang Bing’s decisions were really not very good.
But think about it, Wang Bing is only a young man in his twenties after all, so sometimes your strong strength is not a good thing.
In addition to having the strength of a strong person, you must also have the mentality of a strong person.
A grandmaster is one who has reached a certain level in both mind, body and skills. Only then can one be called a grandmaster.
Just like Wang Bing, his record so far is quite impressive.
Wang Qichang asked himself, he definitely could not do this at Wang Bing's age, but could strength really solve everything?
You are not the one on Longhu Mountain.
That person can be willful because he has the capital!
However, Wang Qichang could understand Wang Bing's thoughts.
Feng Zhenghao has always been a thorn in Wang Bing's heart.
Wang Bing wanted to pull them out too...
It's not just him, all the elderly people in the family feel the same way.
If it weren't for the fact that Wang Bing, the old man's favorite, had been spreading the Feng family threat theory, to put it bluntly, the Wang family really didn't take Feng Zhenghao seriously.
But there is no way...
Who made the old man favor Wang Bing? Whatever Wang Bing said, the old man would agree.
Wang Bing said that the Feng family was the biggest danger to the Wang family, so the old man adjusted the Feng family's danger level to the highest.
The old man has spoken, what else can Wang Qichang say ...
Just do it!
So now we have this scene.
In fact, Wang Qichang felt that since all those strange people had been trapped in the dragon-trapping formation, wouldn’t it be better for so many people present to work together to deal with Feng Zhenghao?
I have to solve it by myself...
In fact, Wang Qichang could also understand Wang Bing’s intentions. Wang Bing did not want the people who followed him to take risks.
"Forget it. Since that guy has arranged for us to guard here, we just need to guard here. As for the rest... let him handle it himself."
…
boom!
There was another loud bang, and inside, the entire black fog was dispersed by a huge shock wave, revealing two figures.
At this time, Wang Bing and Feng Zhenghao were not in good condition.
The blood on Wang Bing's forehead had dried, and Feng Zhenghao also had multiple wounds on his body, which were obviously caused by sharp objects. The white shirt on the inside was now stained red by the blood.
It can be seen how fiercely the two fought in the black fog.
Feng Zhenghao was also unable to maintain the scale of Style 22: Root of Hell, and had to choose to cancel this move.
And Wang Bing's calligraphy was also broken up. Because of the close combat, Wang Bing had already replaced the Tianyuan Pen with the Black Mace.
"break!"
The black mace in Wang Bing's hand was swung out in an instant, and it exploded directly in the air in front of him, bringing out a diamond-shaped shock wave and heading straight towards Feng Zhenghao.
Capturing the spirits and sending away the generals·The 14th Style·Talking about Farewell!
Feng Zhenghao also hurriedly transferred his Qi energy to his arms and slammed it towards the diamond-shaped shock wave.
Bang!
Originally, Feng Zhenghao didn't intend to take the blow head-on, but his right leg was pierced by Wang Bing, and his movements were indeed not as agile as before, so he had no choice but to take the blow head-on.
The shock caused by the explosion made Feng Zhenghao groan and his body stiffened.
Capture the spirits and send out the generals·Ten Seven Styles·The general is about to set off!
Swish!
A black shock wave rose from Feng Zhenghao's hand and hit Wang Bing in the opposite direction.
This black shock wave is also composed of Yin Generals, and its power is extraordinary.
This time, Feng Zhenghao invested even more money. While launching the Soul Concentrating and General Summoning Technique·Seventeenth Style·General's Departure, he also launched the Soul Concentrating and General Summoning Technique·Thirteenth Style·Spiritual Clearance.
With the blessing of Ling Zhiche, the speed of this black shock wave became even faster.
"How many Yin generals do you have left?"
Wang Bing drew out the gold and fire elements in his body, and without saying a word, he wrapped the power of the five elements around the black mace. Looking at the black shock wave in front of him, he smashed it with the mace.
Boom!
The entire venue shook violently, causing the already bare ground to be plowed again, forming a fan-shaped airspace on both sides of Wang Bing.
laugh!
A pool of blood suddenly burst out from Wang Bing's arm. He had actually forcibly taken this attack, and his body could hardly bear it.
A shaman is, after all, a wizard, not a conjoined twin, and his physical body also has a strength limit.
To put it bluntly, if Feng Zhenghao did not have the ability to bind the spirits and send the generals, his physical body would definitely not be strong enough to accommodate the possession of twelve Yin generals.
The power of these twelve Yin generals can definitely kill him.
So, the Eight Wonderful Skills are the Eight Wonderful Skills, and in the final analysis, they all emphasize the word “wonderful”.
However, Wang Bing could no longer care about those things. He only had one goal now, to completely defeat Feng Zhenghao. As for whether to cripple or kill him, he would decide when the time came...
whoosh!
In an instant, Wang Bing's figure suddenly disappeared in front of Feng Zhenghao.
Faced with Wang Bing's disappearance, Feng Zhenghao was stunned at first, then he shuddered and wanted to dodge to the side.
laugh!!
The next moment, a ball of snow exploded on his back. Feng Zhenghao gritted his teeth in pain. A wound started from his shoulder and went to his waist. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been hit hard.
In Wang Bing's hand, the Tianyuan Pen was taken out of the swallowing bag again.
Wang Bing naturally felt uncomfortable as the speed was suddenly increased to such a level. The wound on his arm was enlarged because of this. Only those who were hurt knew the pain.
But before Wang Bing could stand firmly, he exerted force with his feet again, and the Tianyuan Pen pierced Feng Zhenghao again.
laugh!
Feng Zhenghao stretched out his left hand and grabbed the tip of the Tianyuan Pen. Regardless of the risk of his palm being cut, he clenched his right fist and punched the dried blood on Wang Bing's head.
All the scars on Wang Bing's body were caused by Feng Zhenghao's punches.
There was no way. In the Root of Hell, this was Feng Zhenghao's home turf. Although Wang Bing had the Phantom of Calligraphy to stop the black fog from shrinking, he could not restrict Feng Zhenghao's movement in it.
Originally, in Style 22: Root of Hell, the one responsible for the surprise attack should have been the Yin General on the shaman's body.
But Feng Zhenghao obviously learned his lesson this time. In order to prevent his Yin general from being damaged again, Feng Zhenghao decided to fight himself.
Although he punched Wang Bing several times, he was also cut by many animals and plants summoned by Wang Bing from the Mystery of Calligraphy.
This painting technique is still a problem, because the entire ink pool is covered by Wang Bing's innate supernatural powers, so Feng Zhenghao's perception is simply unable to penetrate the ink pool and perceive the things below.
Water and soil·Liusha River!
