Volume 3: Stormy Chapter 302: The Final Kill and the End
Water and soil·Liusha River!
As the water and soil elves in Wang Bing's body continued to stir the surrounding natural forces, the soil under Feng Zhenghao's feet instantly melted into a swamp, causing his body to sway and he instantly lost his balance.
The time is now!
The ink on the Tianyuan pen in Wang Bing's hand kept surging, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes. He raised the Tianyuan pen and brushed it down vigorously, leaving a ray of ink like a floating life painting.
At this point in the fight, Wang Bing could no longer mobilize the natural power of the five elements of the spirits in his body.
If their natural power were mobilized again, Wang Bing would definitely not be able to bear it in his current state, and his body would collapse first.
But……
The fight has come to this point, it's impossible to stop!
There is no reason to stop. Only after defeating Feng Zhenghao in this battle can Wang Bing feel at ease!
laugh!
When the tip of the pen was about to cut Feng Zhenghao's neck, Feng Zhenghao quickly leaned back. Although he avoided the fatal shot, the tip of the pen still cut a hole in his chest, and a cloud of blood mist burst out. The pain came again, but Feng Zhenghao was a little numb at this time. This was not a good sign. It meant that he had lost and his body's reaction had slowed down...
Enduring the pain, Feng Zhenghao decisively released the only remaining Yin generals in his body, and they all rushed towards Wang Bing.
"Yin Jiang, you're not the only one who has it!"
Coo coo coo!
As black smoke burst out from Wang Bing's body, five Yin generals appeared behind him.
Five Ghost Techniques!
Feng Zhenghao naturally recognized what it was, but he didn't expect that there were only a few of them in Wang Bing's body.
Wang Bing has always been on the elite path, and having too many Yin generals on him is not necessarily a good thing...
Bang bang bang!
In an instant, several black shadows entangled with each other, making a sound of fighting.
when!
After blocking the attack from Wang Bing's Tianyuan Pen again, Feng Zhenghao clearly felt that the Qi energy in his body began to decrease. He subconsciously looked at his chest and found that the wound that should have been bleeding profusely was now almost not bleeding except for the blood mist that exploded.
However, there was an ink stain in front of the original wound!
It’s Wang Bing’s innate ability!
In an instant, Feng Zhenghao reacted. Wang Bing's innate ability was assimilation. Feng Zhenghao already knew about this in the Root of Hell.
no!
He, Feng Zhenghao, needs to resolve Wang Bing's innate supernatural power as soon as possible.
The reason why Wang Bing usually doesn't want to use his innate supernatural powers is not because he can't, but because the efficiency is too low.
As long as people cut off the outer layer of Qi flame in time, it would be difficult for Wang Bing's supernatural powers to continue to be assimilated.
Only now, in this situation, Wang Bing's Qi has begun to rush into Feng Zhenghao's body along his wound, just like a virus, and began to continuously assimilate Feng Zhenghao's Qi.
This is the most terrible thing.
This is like being poisoned. If you can't excrete the toxins in time, then if it continues for a long time, you will definitely not survive...
Just think about it, the Qi in your body is not yours. What kind of scene would that be?
But……
Now Wang Bing's attack was obviously more fierce.
Painting spirit, flying bird falling into a cave, Kunpeng hitting the water, a flowery pen, a tomb tiger, a black dragon, a black tortoise, a dark bird, a literary saint...
These painting techniques were bombarding Feng Zhenghao like they were free.
Wang Bing's figure appeared behind Feng Zhenghao, and the Tianyuan Pen was swung out, bringing out another black ink light, which stabbed directly at his back. In a hurry, Feng Zhenghao could only protect his vitals and let the bullet stab directly into his shoulder blade. If Feng Zhenghao had not leaned forward, this bullet would definitely have cut a huge wound on his entire upper body, and might even have broken his arm...
But this distance...
Feng Zhenghao ignored the things Wang Bing summoned to attack him, turned around suddenly, and smashed all his strength into Wang Bing's head.
Bang!
As the punch landed, Feng Zhenghao's eyes couldn't help but widen.
Because the "Wang Bing" in front of him was like a black water ball, and was directly blown up by Feng Zhenghao...
Danqing·Blood fake!
Fake!
Before Feng Zhenghao could move, he heard a whisper in his ears.
"The most important thing in the three arts is the use of the brush; the most important thing in the six arts is the silver hook..."
After hearing the whisper, Feng Zhenghao quickly turned his head to look in the direction where the sound came from, but as soon as he turned his head.
The surrounding environment suddenly changed, and the originally colorful world instantly turned into black and white...
In a trance, Feng Zhenghao seemed to be included in a landscape painting. In this painting, there was no color, no sound, and it was all white around, making it difficult to tell the direction.
"it's over……"
Wang Bing's figure echoed softly around Feng Zhenghao, his tone was very calm, giving people a feeling of neither sadness nor joy.
Hearing this, Feng Zhenghao was about to move but found that his body seemed to have lost control at this moment. Then his limbs began to turn black, and then scattered in this white world like smoke.
As his limbs disappeared, his torso followed. By the time Feng Zhenghao came to his senses, only his head was left.
"Painting, Final, Orchid Leaf Drawing!"
Wang appeared in front of him without knowing when, looked at Feng Zhenghao and said: "It's all over , President Feng, you... lost..."
"Did I lose..."
The light in Feng Zhenghao's eyes gradually dimmed. He was definitely unwilling to accept the situation. He could imagine what kind of situation Tianxiahui would face once he died.
Although he had made preparations long ago, it was still unclear whether Feng Xingtong could take over the banner.
"When we were at Mount Longhu, I gave you a choice, but you still decided to play with the Wang family to the end..."
Wang Bing looked at Feng Zhenghao, whose neck was gradually turning black, and said, "The war between us started after that drinking party. Everyone has to pay the price for their choices... right?"
"sharp!"
Feng Zhenghao suddenly smiled and said, "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. I, Feng Zhenghao, am not as skilled as others. I have no regrets for dying. I just hate that I am not capable enough to bring down your Wang family in my lifetime..."
"There are indeed not many people who are as open-minded as you..."
Wang Bing said: "If it weren't for the Jiashen Rebellion, you might have gone further."
"hehe……"
As Feng Zhenghao's laughter disappeared, his entire body turned into a ball of ink and disappeared into the white space.
…
Feng Xingtong, who was in charge of the Tianxiahui in Tianjin, suddenly felt his heart tighten and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Seeing Feng Xingtong sweating profusely, Old Hu standing by asked curiously, "Master Feng, are you feeling unwell?"
