One person's royal painting

boom!
In the inner ring, it was shrouded in a layer of pitch-black smoke.

In this black mist, you can hardly see your fingers.

Even so, the sound of fighting could be vaguely heard from the outside.

And in the black mist, a multicolored shadow kept flickering in the black mist, perhaps shooting out clusters of sparks.

Outsiders can't open it clearly, but it doesn't mean that the two inside will stop.

Swish!
In the black mist, Feng Zhenghao split into five people in an instant, with black qi ignited on both arms, and bombarded towards Wang Bing.

"Cut~"

After killing one of the "Feng Zhenghao", Wang Bing immediately waved the Tianyuan pen and shot back the carbine, piercing the "Feng Zhenghao" approaching behind him into black mist.

"This twenty-two form is really troublesome..."

Although it was expected, Wang did not expect that Feng Zhenghao could practice the twenty-two forms.

Detaining Generals, Twenty-two Forms, Roots of Hell!
Like Twenty-one Styles · Daiyue Shipri, they both belong to domain skills.

In the twenty-one style · Daiyue prison, the king can change his body shape at will, so that the king can have the ability similar to elementalization.

And this twenty-two moves, the root of hell...

It is to let the caster be like the root of the vast expanse of hell, with infinite clones...

Although these avatars are not as powerful as the main body, they are hard to beat with four hands.

If it continues like this, sooner or later the king will not have the upper hand.

Don't forget, the Thirteen Styles of Ling Zhi Che, in principle, can provide the caster with a steady stream of Qi energy.

Now that Feng Zhenghao's whole body has merged into the black mist, he can hide in another place to constantly recover his energy by using these clones to wrap himself around him.

It's just that Wang didn't know that Feng Zhenghao was also a little strange now. Logically speaking, after such a long time, the black mist should have shrunk long ago.

but……

Looking at the black mist that had not moved at all, Feng Zhenghao couldn't help but frowned.

Suddenly, the Wu Qi emitted by Feng Zhenghao soaked into the black ink pool under him, as if he had been cut off...

Feng Zhenghao couldn't help being taken aback.

In addition to continuing to summon his clones to attack Wang Bing, Feng Zhenghao also began to pay attention to the ink pool under his feet.

Suddenly Feng Zhenghao thought of a possibility...

"Are you a genius?"

It was only then that Feng Zhenghao discovered that this black ink pool was not just a pure Danqing technique, it contained...

Swish!
A burst of red light shot towards Feng Zhenghao's main body, and Feng Zhenghao was so startled that he also hurriedly dodged.

Once!
Wang Bing picked up the tip of the Tianyuan pen with his backhand after a miss, and hit Feng Zhenghao again. When the tip of the gun was about to hit Feng Zhenghao's throat, Feng Zhenghao resurfaced to block the fatal blow.

At this time, Feng Zhenghao also reacted, and after stabilizing his figure, he punched suddenly. This punch directly hit Wang Bing's face, and hit his face directly. The above force also caused Wang Bing to tilt his head to the side, and a red mark appeared on his face at the same time.

But how could Wang Bing allow Feng Zhenghao to hit him? This sudden stroke made Wang Bing let go of the Tianyuan Brush and grabbed Feng Zhenghao's neck.

Snapped!
The root of hell can't be seen, and finally found Feng Zhenghao's position, and letting him hide, Wang Bing's side will only be more disadvantaged...

On

The moment he grabbed Feng Zhenghao's neck, Wang Bing suddenly threw him into the black ink pool, and the black ink pool under their feet also sprang out several vines to tie Feng Zhenghao tightly, following Wang Bing's The strength made Feng Zhenghao sink.

At the same time, Wang Bing touched the back of his waist with the other hand, and a black mace suddenly appeared in his hand. A pale yellow mass appeared on the black mace, and then a layer of rock and soil covered it.

Looking at Feng Zhenghao on the ground, Wang Bing raised his black mace high and smashed it down on Feng Zhenghao's head!
At this critical moment, Feng Zhenghao's years of actual combat experience played a role. He suddenly raised his right foot, and before Wang Bing's black mace fell, he kicked directly at the end of the mace, making Wang Bing's original plan The action of smashing down stopped.

Then, Feng Zhenghao raised his right hand, punched Wang and pinched his wrist, and broke the hand holding his neck.

Then, a cloud of black energy suddenly rose from Feng Zhenghao's body, which greatly increased his strength, and he broke free from the shackles of those plants. He stepped on the other foot, and the whole person maintained the posture of leaning forward. retreated backwards, looking at the direction in which he retreated, it seemed that he planned to hide in the black mist again

Swish!
Wang Bing grabbed the holder of the Tianyuan pen with his right hand, and gave a sudden pause towards the ink pool. Under the ink pool, there seemed to be something swimming suddenly, winding towards the constantly retreating Fengzheng. , It's a pity that this environment is too dark, I can't see anything clearly...

On the other side, inside the trapped dragon formation...

All the aliens also gathered together, like a boss, and showed their skills around this flying zombie.

All kinds of witchcraft were also blasted at the flying zombie as if they didn't need money, so that the flying zombie had to resist these witchcrafts.

"Keep up... Hurry up and kill this thing!"

One of the strangers said loudly, his eyes were still looking at Wang Zhenqiu who was paddling aside and said: "Especially you, Wang Zhenqiu! If you didn't owe this thing, we wouldn't be in this situation at all..."

call!
Wang Zhenqiu took out a lighter, and sprayed a big fire at Feizhu, saying while spraying: "Please, I didn't make the coffin, I just went up to have a look out of curiosity, who knows that some people are more active than me..."

Having said that, Wang Zhenqiu shrugged indifferently and said, "Speaking of which, it's not because some people thought I had found some kind of opportunity and wanted to snatch it from me..."

"you……"

Just when the man was about to say something, someone spoke again, "Damn, what time is this, the two of you are going to fight, after you kill this thing, you can't fight! Now... it's all fucking Be serious with me!"

"cut!"

The original picky man curled his lips, and cast a backhand sorcery to strike the flying stiff.

To be honest, it was he who lifted the coffin.

If he hadn't wanted to snatch Wang Zhenqiu's chance, he wouldn't have checked the coffin.

Who knew that such a thing was bumped into this coffin.

and……

Although this flying zombie is a semi-finished product, it is also a big murderer, but why didn't they notice it at all?

You must know that their wizards are very sensitive to these Yin objects.

……

Outside the trapped dragon formation.

These supporters of Wang Bing are also wary of the surrounding plants and trees.

Their task now is to ensure the integrity of the formation.

only……

Yang Han glanced at Wang Qichang, who was standing beside the old god, and asked, "Old Wang, are you really relieved to let Wang Bing go find Feng Zhenghao alone? Don't you worry..."