"I'm angry! You've broken my hard to find body
Zheng Rong looks at Wang Yong lying on the ground dying.
After the sacrifice skill was used, Wang Yong was drained almost all his strength, just like a dried fish, flapping his gills in vain, waiting for death.
This is Wang Yong's strongest strike in history. Unfortunately, he still failed to kill the terrible guy in front of him.
Zheng Rong's body was cut by the sword Qi. There were scars all over his body, just like a prisoner who had been cut to pieces. There was no complete skin and flesh.
But in Zheng Rong's body, there is still a mass of inexplicable Qi beating, supporting Zheng Rong to stand.
Wang Yong understood that it was the spirit of the man who was attached to Zheng Rong. This idea is similar to the type God, but far more than the type God. It is the idea of a supernatural master.
In ancient times, there was a kind of immortal who was born to someone, who suddenly became a top expert and talent. In fact, it is a copy of this situation.
"I'm really angry!"
Zheng Rong went to Wang Yong, stood still and repeated again.
"Do you know how much preparation I need to do to find such a jade body? I've waited so long to show up. You've ruined me! I'll give you all the pain you need to die! "
Hula, Zheng Rong picked up Wang Yong.
Wang Yong is as weak as a patient who has lost too much blood at the moment. He can't even use any resistance. Zheng Rong is in charge.
As soon as Zheng Rong made a move in the air, a string of silk threads condensed out and tied Wang Yong back in the air.
Zheng Rong slowly turned around Wang Yong, as if to examine the prey just captured.
After a long time, he suddenly looked at Wang Yong and punched him in the chest.
Bang!
The sound of broken tendons and cracked bones came, and Wang Yong was bleeding and dying.
"Can't stand the first punch? I'm going to give you a hundred punches! I'll beat you to Rouge
With that, Zheng Rong raised his hands again and plummeted down.
Wang Yong's chest was like a drum face hit hard. It cracked with a bang, revealing the ribs and viscera under his skin.
"Second punch. Come on, make it to my 100th
Zheng Rong's face was full of resentment and abuse, and his hands were pounding down alternately.
Just listen to the sound of bang, Wang yongru side broken drum, was rough and fierce beating.
Zheng Rong's strength was just right, and he didn't give Wang Yong any pleasure at all.
Every blow just happened to push Wang Yong closer to the abyss of death.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
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The voice rang out again and again. In the night, Xiang Dai's face was full of tears, crying and crying, and he wanted to rush up to save Wang Yong.
But there seemed to be a boundary around Wang Yong. Before xiangqu came near, he was knocked off and fell to the ground.
Several ancient deities in misheng's residence all buried their heads in the bottom and did not dare to face up to this scene.
Their reverence for the great God of heavenly illumination is even higher.
After a while, Wang Yong couldn't see the human figure, and he couldn't even hum. He just spattered with the blood of his fist.
Wang Yong's eyes were closed, his breath became inaudible, and his heart beat was weakening a little bit.
At this time, Zheng Rongcai counted to "30", and he was 70 punches away from 100.
It can be predicted that Wang Yong will die ahead of time without waiting for the 100th punch.
No matter how strong Zheng Rong's control is, it doesn't help. Wang Yong, who has used his sacrificial skill, has already gone to the end of his life and entered the gate of death with one foot.
Zheng Rong doesn't seem to find this. His eyes are shining with excitement. One punch is faster than one punch, and one punch is more than one punch.
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There are no stars, no light, only darkness around.
I don't know how many times Wang Yong came to this dark sea world.
Wang Yong didn't know why there was such a sea world in his brain.
"Here again? Where on earth is this? " Wang Yong's mind is like a lonely little man, standing alone in the dark.
With four eyes, I could see nothing but darkness.
"The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like beauty, the spring breeze is like dew.
If we don't meet at the head of the jade mountain, we will meet at Yaotai under the moon. "
In the dark, a babbling female voice suddenly sounded, but it was Li Bai's "qingpingdiao".
In this poem written to Yang Yuhuan, there is not a single word describing the beauty of Yang Yuhuan, but the lines are full of Yang Yuhuan's national beauty.
However, shortly after Li Bai wrote this poem, Yang Yuhuan was in maweipo. A generation of imperial concubines died, and the end was miserable.
The woman who sang sang all about Yang Yuhuan's miserable situation, which made people feel sad from the bottom of their heart.
Wang Yong listened quietly, as if he was stunned.
After a long time, Wang Yong looked up at the darkness in the distance and said, "it's you! I remember you
The woman's singing voice gradually stopped, replaced by a tone of Indifference: "remember? What you remember is not what you really should remember. "
"What do you mean?" Wang Yong asked with a frown.
The female voice did not answer any more.
Wang Yong was a little bored. He subconsciously moved his mind and wanted to wander in the dark sea.
But I don't know why, Wang Yong's mind seems to be fixed by something, unable to move a cent.
Wang Yong only felt more and more bored, with a feeling of being bored to explosion.
At this time, the female voice rises again: "do you know why you are so upset? Because you're dying. Before death, people will be very upset. "
"No! I can't die! I still have a lot of things to do! How can I die? " Wang Yong was stunned at first and then roared.
Wang Yong's promotion of Chinese culture is only half done, and he will die as soon as he receives results? Wang Yong is not reconciled.
Who knows if there will be another person willing to promote Chinese culture after Wang Yong's death?
Will the Chinese culture, which has entered the international vision, give up halfway and return to the origin?
"I can't die! I can't die! Who dares to let me die
Wang Yong became more and more irritable and roared angrily.
The woman chuckles: "do you just lose your temper with women?"
Wang Yong angrily directed at the woman's voice: "let me out quickly! I know you did it! I! Yes! Out! Go
"Ha ha ha..." women's laughter fills the whole world of sea knowledge“ What a funny joke! Who would have thought that one day you begged me to let you out? The world is so black and white. It's more interesting. "
Listening to the woman's inexplicable words, Wang Yong felt a surge of anger in his heart.
This anger from Wang Yong Dantian has been rushed into Wang Yong tianlinggai, like a sudden activation of something.
Wang Yong's voice suddenly became deep and cold: "my sword, I see my sword, it's there! It's not your world, it's my world
Wang Yong turned his head and looked in a certain direction of the void. It seemed that he really saw a sword suspended in the dark.
Wang Yong opened his hand and spat out two words in that direction.
"Sword."
Hum!
Just listen to the sound of a rapid vibration in the empty air, and the whole sea world begins to shake, as if the next moment is about to collapse.
At the end of the darkness, a light as bright as the red sun comes. Its appearance makes all the darkness retreat. For a moment, it seems that there is only that light left in the whole world.
Light is everywhere.
Wang Yong grasped the light with his fingers.
Looking at a certain direction of the sea world, he suddenly waved a sword.
Click!
Only a sound like thunder was heard. In the dark, the dark world was suddenly broken, and a ray of light could be seen in the distance.
Wang Yong walked slowly towards the light with his sword.
Stepping through the light, Wang Yong can leave the dark world.
Just before he left, Wang Yong suddenly looked back at the direction of the female voice.
"Who are you?"
In the dark, a woman appeared. The woman looked up to Wang Yong.
After seeing the woman's face, Wang Yong was shocked.
"It's you! White riddle