Chapter 662 Siege

Seeing the ice sculpture man who had been knocked unconscious by a broken arm on the ground, the international cultivators felt an endless chill in their hearts.

His hands and feet were a little cold.

It was as if he had seen what he was going to do next, his hands and feet were broken, and he was reduced to a useless person.

In one face-to-face session, he lost five masters on his side.

One of them was seriously injured and vomited blood. Three lives were unknown. Another was knocked out by a blow to his arm. They suddenly realized a problem.

This guy's physical strength has definitely reached a very terrifying level.

This is definitely a super expert!

He's definitely a super expert with a prehistoric tyrannosaurus hidden in his body!

No one can take advantage of him by confronting him head-on!

Everyone shuddered.

Fang Zheng lost five masters in a row, making these people shiver on their backs! What was even more terrifying was the defeat of the invincible! These people, who were preparing to attack aggressively, had a short pause in their attack.

But soon, someone came up with an evil plan.

"Give me a long-range attack! There are so many of us, each of us attacking with one element, dragging him down can also kill him!"

Therefore, the international cultivators present began to use wind, fire, lightning, ice and snow to attack.

But who knew that Fang Zheng would fight back without backing down?

Then, people could not believe that their attacks were not controlled. The sky was full of wind, fire, thunder and lightning. Fang Zheng grabbed them from the air and roared!

All the attacks, all of them were grabbed by this hand and pressed down to the ground!

The hard concrete pavement undulated like waves, then the ground cracked like it was blasted by high explosives, and a large amount of soil, gravel, and even the size of a grinding disc of reinforced concrete splashed around.

The surrounding tall buildings were all damaged and riddled with debris.

In an instant, the street where everyone was standing fell into a raging fire. The fire was raging in the sky, and the black smoke was like a dragon soaring into the sky. The cultivators all retreated in horror.

This grab was Fang Zheng's vortex of true qi!

In the fire, a golden figure, in the hot air, twisted out of the light and shadow, it was Fang Zheng with cicada membrane attached to his body surface.

It was like a mythical god of war.

At this time, more long-range attacks of wind, fire, thunder and lightning fell on Fang Zheng.

But all of them fell into the air under the whirlpool of true qi. In the earth-shattering explosions, the air waves were hot, the ground trembled, and the growing fire spread around.

But wherever Fang Zheng went, the streets exploded, the houses collapsed, and large earth pits tens of meters wide plowed the streets of Baifo temple. All the houses and buildings in the pits collapsed into brick and stone fragments.

At this moment, all the forces were taking action.

Trying to use the sea of people tactics to drag Fang Zheng down.

Wind, fire, lightning, ice and snow hurricanes, all eyes red, trying to kill Fang Zheng on the spot.

Because the stronger Fang Zheng showed, the more they felt threatened by Fang Zheng.

Only one faction remained unmoved.

That was the Witch organization.

Fang Zheng faced the sky full of attacks, however!

What a whirlpool!

What a whirlpool!

They attacked and failed again and again.

The attacks of these ordinary cultivators could not escape Fang Zheng's terrifying whirlpool of true qi as a night traveler. Even if the occasional attack of a master can pass through the vortex of true qi, a few attacks are out of the question.

Later on, people discovered a fact in horror.

Their spiritual powers were about to be depleted by half, but Fang Zheng did not feel tired at all. Instead, he became more and more lively.

The more they fought, the more powerful they became.

"What's going on? Why does he never seem tired?"

"Damn it!"

"Damn it, is he a perpetual motion machine? Even a perpetual motion machine can't be so exaggerated!"

Yin And Yang Fingerprints! Angry and dead!

The sky full of attacks, the energy in the air, to Fang Zheng, it was all his nourishment! During the transition from anger to death, it all turned into his own true qi which was beneficial to him!

Filling up the depletion of his true qi all the time!

Wheel fight?

Sea of people tactics?

Fang Zheng was fearless!

He was not afraid of these battles of attrition.

Knock!

Knock! Knock! Knock!

As more and more people were chased by Fang Zheng and kicked out, their blood was spurted out, their bodies cracked, their internal organs shifted, and more and more people planted their heads and feet in the collapsed ruins, on the roofs of buildings, and finally, these people panicked and panicked.

Because they found an unacceptable fact, not only did they not drag Fang Zheng down, but they were exhausted by their own people first, and then caught up with Fang Zheng, one by one, and planted all over the ground.

At this time, even the Witch organization witches who did not take action on the side, their eyelids also jumped wildly.

"Vice president, did you see something before, so you stopped us from joining the siege?"

A witch looked at the vice president with twinkling eyes and stars.

The vice president, who had beautiful blue hair from the ocean, turned to look at the young, high school, and innocent little witch. He continued to look in the direction of the battlefield and said in a calm and pleasant voice, "These organizations are all scheming. Don't believe everything they say."

"So many people are killing one person. I don't care to cooperate with them."

The little witch admired the vice president even more.

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At this moment, the various international forces that had been involved in the siege of Fang Zheng were running around in fear and shouting at each other.

Is this guy really a perpetual motion machine?

Are you really not tired?

A super expert who doesn't know how to get tired, whose body is like a bottomless pit and will never be consumed, how can they fight?

On the contrary, their people were the first to tire themselves out, and then they were trampled all over the ground. In the chaos of the battlefield, life and death were unknown.

"Who the hell are you?"

"It's impossible for a super expert like you to be anonymous, but your fighting style doesn't match up to the global list of experts we know!"

A great strength, a Broadsword Techniques expert, and a tireless physical strength, a western cultivator shouted in fear at Fang Zheng, who was closing in step by step, amid the thick smoke and dust of the street ruins.

Fang Zheng responded by kicking the three cultivators into the air and planting the adult onions.

"According to the information we have, you are from the eastern country, and you are a Broadsword Techniques expert. I know who you are! You are a night tour envoy of the Yin si! Butcher of the bloody hand! Zhang qiwu!"

Fang Zheng, who was growing onions everywhere, suddenly stopped.

When the western cultivator saw Fang Zheng's body pause, he thought that he had guessed right and screamed like he had caught a life-saving straw, "Massacre of the bloody hand, your country has always said that peaceful rise will not interfere with the territorial integrity and sovereignty of other countries! You are not invading Blessed land of Siam like us!"

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