One person's royal painting

Soil and Water Quicksand River!
As the water and soil spirit in Wang Bing's body continued to stir the surrounding natural force, the soil under Feng Zhenghao's feet instantly melted into a swamp, causing him to sway and lose his balance in an instant.

It's now!

The ink on the Tianyuan brush in Wang Bing's hand was constantly surging, his eyes were ruthless, and the Tianyuan brush he held was swiped down vigorously, with an ink brilliance like a floating painting.

Up to now, Wang Bin can no longer mobilize the natural power of the five elements on his body.

If they mobilize their power of nature again, with Wang Bing's current state, he will definitely not be able to bear it, and his body will collapse first.

but……

It's already hit this point, it's impossible to stop!

There is no reason to stop. In this battle, after killing Feng Zhenghao, Wang Bing can feel at ease!
laugh!
This shot, when the tip of the pen was about to cut Feng Zhenghao's neck, Feng Zhenghao hurriedly leaned back. Although he avoided the fatal shot, a gash was still cut in front of his chest by the tip of the pen and exploded. There was a cloud of blood mist, and the pain came again, but at this time Feng Zhenghao was a little numb, which is not a good sign, it means that his body's reaction has slowed down due to a lot of blood loss...

Enduring the pain, Feng Zhenghao resolutely released the only yin general left in his body, and rushed towards Wang Bing in unison.

"Yin general, you are not the only one!"

Cuckoo!
As black smoke burst out from Wang Bing's body, five yin generals also appeared behind him.

Five ghosts!
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 taking the route of elitism, and it is not necessarily a good thing to have more evil generals...

Bang bang bang!
In an instant, several black shadows were entangled together, making the sound of fighting.

when!
After blocking Wang Bing's blow from Tianyuan's brush again, Feng Zhenghao clearly felt the Qi energy in his body begin to decrease. After subconsciously looking at his chest, he found that the wound that should have been bleeding had burst open at this moment. Outside of the fog of blood, there was hardly any bleeding.

However, in front of the original wound, there was an ink stain!
It's Wang Bing's innate ability!
In an instant, Feng Zhenghao realized that Wang Bing's innate ability was assimilation, which Feng Zhenghao already understood in the root of hell.

No!

He, Feng Zhenghao, needs to resolve Wang Bing's innate ability as soon as possible.

The reason why Wang Bing usually doesn't want to use his innate ability is not impossible, but the efficiency is too low.

As long as people cut off the outer Qi flame in time, it will be difficult for Wang Bing's ability to continue to assimilate.

Only now, in this situation, Wang Bing's qi energy had already followed Feng Zhenghao's wound and started to rush towards his body, just like a virus, and began to assimilate Feng Zhenghao's qi energy continuously.

That's what matters most.

This is like poisoning. If you can't expel the toxins in time, you won't be able to live for a long time...

If you think about it, the qi in your body is not yours, what kind of scene is this.

but……

Now Wang Bing's offensive is obviously more ferocious.

Painting spirits, flying birds falling into caves, Kunpeng water strikes, brushes of flowers, tomb tigers, ink dragons, basalt, dark sparrows, literary sages...

These Danqingshu moves came to Feng Zhenghao's side as if they didn't need money.

Wang Bing's figure appeared behind Feng Zhenghao, and the Tianyuan pen was swung out, bringing out a black glow of ink again, and the spear pointed straight at his back. In desperation, Feng Zhenghao could only Protecting his vitals, he let a shot directly hit his shoulder blade. If Feng Zhenghao hadn't leaned forward, it is estimated that this shot would definitely cut a huge wound on his entire upper body, maybe it would still be possible. take off his arms...

But this distance...

Feng Zhenghao ignored the thing Wang Bing summoned to attack him, turned around suddenly, and smashed all his strength at Wang Bing's head.

Snapped!
Following the punch, Feng Zhenghao's eyes widened involuntarily.

Because the "Wang Bing" in front of him was like a black water polo, and was directly blown away by Feng Zhenghao...

Danqing Blood Fake!
fake!

Before Feng Zhenghao could leave, there seemed to be a murmur in his ear.

"The magic of the three ends of the husband, don't use the pen first; the secret of the six arts, don't focus on the silver hook..."

After Feng Zhenghao heard the murmur, he quickly turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, but it was him who turned his head.

The surrounding environment suddenly changed, and the originally colorful world instantly turned into black and white...

In a daze, Feng Zhenghao's whole figure seemed to be incorporated into a landscape painting. In this painting, there was no color, no sound, and the surrounding was a vast expanse of whiteness, making it difficult to distinguish the direction.

"ended……"

Wang Bing's figure echoed softly around Feng Zhenghao, his tone was very calm, giving people a feeling of neither sadness nor joy.

Hearing these words, Feng Zhenghao just wanted to leave but found that his body seemed to lose control at this moment, and then his limbs began to blacken, and then scattered like cooking smoke in this white world.

As the limbs dissipated, followed by his torso, by the time Feng Zhenghao came to his senses, only his head was left.

"Danqing·End·Lanyeba!"

Wang didn't know when he appeared in front of him, looked at Feng Zhenghao and said, "Everything is over, President Feng, you...lost..."

"Did I lose..."

Feng Zhenghao's eyes gradually dimmed. If he was unwilling to say that he was definitely unwilling, he could imagine what kind of situation the world would face if he died.

Although he had already made preparations, whether Feng Xingtong could take over the big banner was a matter of opinion.

"When I was in Longhu Mountain, I had already made a choice for you, but you still decided to play with the Wang family to the end..."

Wang Bing looked at Feng Zhenghao, who was also starting to blacken his neck, and said, "The war between us started after that drink, and everyone has to pay the price for their choices... Isn't it?"

"Great!"

Feng Zhenghao suddenly smiled, and said: "Winners and losers, I, Feng Zhenghao, are not as good as others, and I don't complain about my death. I just hate my lack of ability, and I can't bring down your Wang family in my lifetime..."

"There are not many people who are as open-minded as you..."

Wang Bin said, "If it wasn't for the Jiashen Rebellion, maybe you could have gone further."

"Ha ha……"

After Feng Zhenghao's laughter disappeared, he also turned into a ball of ink and disappeared into this white space.

……

Feng Xingtong, who was sitting in Tianxiahui far away in Tianjin, suddenly felt his heart twitch, and cold sweat immediately flowed from his forehead.

Old Hu at the side saw Feng Xingtong's cold sweat and asked curiously: "Master Feng, are you feeling unwell?"