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After the old man woke up, he slapped his hands on the ground and was about to stand up, but he fell to the ground with a thud.

It wasn't until this time that he realized that his legs were gone.

"Ah..." The great pain caused the old man to scream.

Almost at the same time, he quickly slapped the broken legs a few times to slow down the loss of blood.

But the next moment, Wang Ziqiao came in front of him, and the long sword went straight to his right arm.

Seeing this, the old man hastily raised his arms, aroused the pure power of true energy in his body to cover his hands, grabbed Wang Ziqiao's long sword, and slapped Wang Ziqiao's chest with the other hand of true energy .

boom!

Prince Joe flew upside down on the spot.

The bones were broken, and the internal organs that had just been repaired in the night were injured again by the shock.

It was also because the old man's legs were cut off, his true energy was greatly damaged, and he was unable to exert his strong combat power. Therefore, he did not blow Wang Ziqiao with a single palm. Otherwise, it would not be as simple as being injured, but he would be directly shocked. die.

However, this is also what Wang Ziqiao wants. The body of a seventh-level powerhouse has pure true energy, and the energy that this palm enters into the body is comparable to all the true energy in a sixth-level early stage.

Human Emperor's Fury cleared the willpower in the true essence and turned it into pure energy. The recovery technique has quickly repaired the internal organs, the muscles squirmed, fixed the broken bones, and began to repair them.

"Hahaha, not bad, not bad!" Wang Ziqiao laughed loudly, his fingers fluttered, and the cold air enveloped the old man.

The old man was shivering. Although the blood vessels in his legs were sealed by him, there were still many capillaries that could not be sealed. The blood was still flowing. The cold wind bit his bones, and the pain in the wound was unbearable for him.

Until now, he didn't know what Wang Ziqiao hit himself with just now, and how his legs were cut off.

The weather was getting worse and colder, and the icy air invaded the old man's skin and flesh, and even every time the old man took a breath, he felt that his lungs were abnormally cold, and his internal organs were almost frozen.

A few minutes later, Wang Ziqiao felt that it was almost done, and with a wave of wind blade, he cut off the old man's right hand holding his long sword.

There was another burst of excruciating pain, and the old man screamed and almost fell into a coma.

"Hey, old guy, you're not dead like this?" Wang Ziqiao stepped forward and slapped the old man's head with his palm.

Although the old man's legs and right hand were wiped out, he didn't sit still. His body was frozen and he didn't want to die. He hurriedly raised his left hand to meet Prince Qiao's palm.

The two palms are pressed together.

Wang Ziqiao has pure physical strength, but the old man must mobilize the true energy in his body.

The two came to a stalemate, one pressing down hard, the other pushing up hard to resist.

It's just that the old man's body is frozen stiff now, and the true energy in his body cannot be stimulated too much at one time, so Wang Ziqiao can bear it completely.

The pores in Wang Ziqiao's palm opened, and all the true energy was guided into his body by Wang Ziqiao. With the flow of blood, it spread all over the body and stored in the cells in batches.

But the old man didn't understand what Wang Ziqiao meant. In his opinion, as long as enough real energy was injected into Wang Ziqiao's body, Wang Ziqiao would surely die.

Therefore, he continuously introduced the true energy into Prince Qiao's palm.

The human emperor's anger dispelled the spiritual willpower in the true essence, turned it into pure energy, and merged into the blood of Wang Ziqiao. Wang Ziqiao regarded the old man as a cash machine.

From the beginning, the purpose of eliminating the old man's legs and making him lose the chance to escape, instead of killing him directly, was for the real essence in the old man's body.

Afterwards, Wang Ziqiao removed one of the old man's arms just in case.

Frozen old man is the most critical step, to slow down the circulation of blood energy and true energy in the old man's body, so that the old man will not shoot out too much true energy at one time, thus causing great harm to himself.

A few minutes later, the old man found that Wang Ziqiao, who could have easily killed him, had been competing with him all the time, and the true essence he had shot into Wang Ziqiao's body did not seem to cause too much harm to Wang Ziqiao, which made him Very confused.

But soon, he seemed to have thought of a question. He withdrew his hand in surprise, and roared: "You are from Moshamen? You can absorb the old man's internal energy? You did all this on purpose, right?"

Wang Ziqiao straightened up and stretched comfortably. After a while, his flesh and blood cells were already full. Wang Ziqiao estimated that even if he didn't eat for a few months, there would be no problem.

As long as all these true essences are refined, they can reach the late stage of the sixth level and even subvert the realm steadily.

"Not bad, not bad! The real essence of the seven-level old guy is really pure, without any impurities, tsk tsk!" Wang Ziqiao sighed one after another.

"Tell the old man, who are you? Otherwise, the old man will become a ghost after death, and he won't let you go!" the old man roared again.

"Old man, Moshamen can really absorb a person's internal energy?" Wang Ziqiao asked in surprise.

The old man frowned: "Aren't you from the Moshamen? Impossible, you don't have any real energy fluctuations in your body, but your physical body is so powerful that you can absorb so much true energy from the old man. You are definitely from the Moshamen!"

"Then tell me, why Moshamen can absorb the real energy in other people's bodies? Then I will let you be a ghost!" Wang Ziqiao replied indifferently.

When the old man looked at Prince Qiao Duo suspiciously, he seemed to know that he couldn't escape today, and said: "It is rumored that the Demon God's Fire cultivated by Moshamen can erase all spiritual willpower that enters the body. During the confrontation between the gates, you must not easily mobilize the true energy to attack, but the people of the Moshamen are not as terrible as you absorb the true energy. They can only suppress a small amount of true energy at a time, unless your cultivation base is higher than mine. Reached the middle and late stages of level seven!"

"I see!" Wang Ziqiao nodded and said, "Do you have any last words?"

"The old man just wants to know who you are and what you used to knock me out!" The old man's expression was decadent, his face was pale, and he seemed to be on the verge of dying.

"My name is Wang Ziqiao, from Huaxia. I knocked you unconscious with the sky-filling stone. Are you satisfied?" Wang Ziqiao replied.

"Heaven-replenishing stone?" After listening to the old man's words, his eyes suddenly brightened, and his eyes were like a flash of light: "The sky-replenishing stone used by the legendary Nuwa to mend the sky?"

Wang Ziqiao nodded: "It seems that you have a better understanding of the legends of Huaxia, and you can rest in peace now!"

"You? You? You are a god...why...why..." The old man's words became weaker and weaker, and he slowly closed his eyes. The loss of a lot of blood and the depletion of his true essence made him unable to hold on.

"Hey, you can't die yet, you still have at least ten years of skill left in your body!" Wang Ziqiao shouted loudly.

The old man shook his eyes again tiredly.

At the same time, Wang Ziqiao pushed back the cold air, and quickly used the healing technique to seal all the blood vessels in the old man's broken leg and hand.

"Raise your palm and meet my blow. As a seventh-level master, you will die with arrogance!" Wang Ziqiao roared, like thunder, waking up the almost unconscious old man, raised his palm, and pointed at the old man's head. hack away.