Chapter 1322

Beyond the sea world.

Wang Yong's eyes were closed and he seemed to be dead.

Zheng Rong looks crazy, as if he is venting the common anger of Zheng Rong himself and the people who occupy Zheng Rong's body.

"There is still one breath, then continue..." Zheng Rong murmured to himself, his ears stirred, and heard the faint heart beating sound from Wang Yong's body.

His goal is to hammer Wang Yong to death, but now that Wang Yong has one breath left, it's intolerable.

Zheng Rong raised his fist again, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

He's looking, looking for a convenient place to start.

Now Wang Yong's body is full of holes, and there is not a piece of good skin and flesh on his whole body. It's really hard to find a place to start.

Zheng Rong sighed at the bottom of his heart that his hand was too much, so he should cherish something to play with.

"Yes!" Zheng Rong's eyes brightened, and his eyes moved to Wang Yong's head.

Wang Yong's head hasn't been hit hard yet. With the hardness of the skull, it should be OK to bear more than ten blows.

"There's more to play with!" Zheng Rong's face was full of excitement.

Just as Zheng Rong's fist is about to fall, Wang Yong's eyes suddenly open.

Brush, two cold eyes like two sharp swords, stabbed at Zheng Rong.

Zheng couldn't bear to step back, his face full of surprise.

He just had a delusion? A guy with only one last breath, can he radiate such sharp eyes?

impossible! It's an illusion!

Zheng Rong stepped forward again, which was really an illusion. Wang Yong is still dead at the moment. Although his eyes are really open, he looks at the distance like a fool.

It's hard to make him blink just like this.

"Did I break up all the spirits?" Zheng Rong gave a smile.

After reaching the supernatural realm, even the spirit can be burned. It's like the sword slave was shocked by Zheng Rong's fist, but he still didn't wake up at the moment.

Wang Yong just repeated the mistakes of sword slave.

Zheng Rong didn't notice that the direction Wang Yong's eyes looked at was a simple scabbard.

Only scabbard, no blade.

The scabbard had been held in his arms by the slave before, but now it had fallen to the ground, covered with dust and unkempt.

"Well, that's enough. It's time to take you on the road! " Zheng Rong raised his fist high again and aimed at Wang Yong's head.

With one punch, Wang Yong's head must burst like a ripe watermelon.

It must be very beautiful.

Zheng Rong, full of killing intention, smiles gently.

Boom!

Fist fall, such as the sound of a missile burst, with a wisp of white exhaust beat down.

The strong wind alone had already deformed Wang Yong's cheek muscles and flattened his facial features, like a portrait of a human face pasted on the glass.

"No!" Xiangqu screamed.

But there was nothing she could do.

I'm afraid the weakest person at the scene is her. She can't even beat those old gods who have been living there. How can she save Wang Yong?

Xiangqu looks at Wang Yong in despair, feeling as if he is dead.

"Sword."

At this time, suddenly a weak voice sounded in the night sky, like the wings of mosquitoes and flies.

But there was a flash of hope in Xiangduo's eyes.

She can hear it. It's Wang Yong's voice!

Zheng Rong also heard the voice, his face grinned: "sword? You want a sword when you lose your life? "

Said Zheng Rong fist suddenly accelerated, distance Wang Yong head has been less than a finger.

But then suddenly a circle of waves in the air, like the aftershock of the earthquake, quickly covered half of the world.

Zheng Rong fist was blocked by the circle of air waves, the distance of this finger, Zheng Rong couldn't fight down.

"Dying! Do you still want to turn it over? Die for me

The man who occupied Zheng Rong's body seemed to be in a real fire. He didn't worry about whether the body would be completely scrapped any more. He just heard the continuous sound of clicking, and there were glass cracks on Zheng Rong's body one after another.

At the same time, Zheng Rong's momentum suddenly rose, just like the torch lighthouse in the dark, fierce and magnificent.

"I don't care what you're up to! In a word, you will die today! "

Zheng Rong's voice and color are fierce, and his fist is pounded down again. The target is still Wang Yong's head.

And Wang Yong is still very weak at the moment, only a light in his eyes is getting brighter and brighter, like the sunrise out of the dark.

"Sword."

Wang Yong once again determined to open his mouth and spit out two words.

At the same time, Wang Yong's powerless palm was facing the distance, as if waiting for something to hit his palm.

"Play the devil!" Zheng Rong scolded.

He didn't feel any sword or danger at all. Wang Yong was struggling in vain!

Hum!

As soon as Zheng Rong's words came to an end, he suddenly heard a buzzing sound in the empty air, as if tens of thousands of insects were flapping their wings at the same time, or as if a helicopter rotor was running at high speed.

The whole air on the top of the mountain is driven by the strange vibration sound, which gives out a circle of water ripple like tremor.

And the center of the vibration is the scabbard without a sword!

There seems to be something in the scabbard to jump out, but it is clear that it is empty in the past, and there is nothing in it.

All the people present were stunned and didn't know what happened.

Only Wang Yong's eyes were as bright as the rising sun, and at the same time, there was a faint irony in his eyes.

It seems that he, not Zheng Rong, has the upper hand at the moment.

Sasha, Sasha

There was a rustling sound in the hall where misheng came out of the shrine in the distance. It seemed that there were a group of spring silkworms in it. Spring silkworms were biting mulberry leaves.

Both Zheng Rong and the old gods kneeling on the ground knew that there were no creatures in the hall.

So the rustle can't be made by spring silkworm!

But what is it?

The next second, their doubts will be answered.

I saw a very thin, very long, but very bright light, like a sword to cut through the void, suddenly rose in the hall.

As soon as this light appears, all the light on the scene will be covered, and the only light left between heaven and earth is this light which is extremely bright.

The light swims in the void at great speed, tearing the night and rushing in a certain direction.

And that direction is the palm of Wang Yong's hand.

"No way!" Zheng Rong's face changed greatly and he was frightened.

He felt an unprecedented threat, the threat of causing great damage to this supernatural master!

"Everything is allowed." Wang Yong was in the air, with a faint smile on his face, and said to Zheng Rong.

Then the next moment, the bright light suddenly flew into Wang Yong's palm, slowly wriggled, and finally turned into a three foot sword.

On Zheng Rong's body, there were many tiny holes as big as gravel.

The holes are full of Zheng Rong's body, just like a porcelain doll whose whole body has been pierced through. It can no longer maintain its original shape, but can only burst into pieces.

From foot to head, Zheng Rong's body slowly disintegrated, accompanied by a little bit of light.

It was the annihilation of the mind of those who occupied Zheng Rong's body.

"Originally... Is the spirit marrow sand..." Zheng Rong you sends out a voice, way.

Before he died, he finally saw the true face of the three foot sword in Wang Yong's hand.

It's not a light or a sword, but a grain of Shensui sand!