How bad guys are made

Chapter 796 Return all of it?

The fighting circle between Wendong and He Wenlong is the most intense, and it is also the most primitive battle, punching to the flesh.

System: "Ding: The host uses healing potions..."

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System: "Ding: The host has activated the "Self-Strengthening" branch skill, a booster... (3/3 have been used)"

In just a few minutes of fighting, Wen Dong had already used many healing potions, and in the end even the last cardiotonic potion he used was forced out.

Wendong was so tired that he didn't rest all day and night. He spent a lot of time trying to save Lan Yan all afternoon, and the previous battle with ghosts made his mental strength stretched to the extreme. Now, if it weren't for the anger in his heart to hold back his breath, he might have passed out from exhaustion.

But he would never allow himself to fall, if he didn't kill He Wen Long, he wouldn't die in peace!

At this time, he has completely turned into a blood man, there is almost no complete part of his body, and there are deep and visible scars of toes and claws scratching everywhere, especially the pair of fists, which are already bloody and bloody...

In comparison, He Wen Long is much better, but he was also injured in many places under the almost fatal attack of Wen Dong's violent storm, and there were several fists left on the scales on his chest. The dents and scales are damaged, and the healing enzymes in the body are quickly repairing it. It is impossible to restore it completely in a short time.

In the initial battle, He-Wen-Long naturally had the greatest advantage. Wen Dong had the blessing of "Eighteen Falls" Wuying, his speed was pushed to the extreme, and his attacks became more and more tricky, which often made him a little bit It is impossible to defend against, but every time there is a collision, under his tyrannical strength, Wendong will suffer a lot, and Wendong's injuries are much heavier than his own. Under the ebb and flow, it is still He-Wen-Long who takes the most part. Small and cheap.

How long can Wen Dong last?

He-Wen-Long didn't know, but after every collision, Wendong's body swayed as if he was about to fall down at any time, but in the blink of an eye, he jumped up again as if he had taken medicine, especially one of them, Wendong seemed to be No injuries at all.

He Wenlong was puzzled, could it be that he is also a pretender?But even if he is a breeder, then his blood can't be shed?

And what made He Wenlong's heart sink the most was that Wen Dong's attack not only didn't weaken with the increase in the fight, but became more and more powerful, which made him faintly feel overwhelmed.

"Oh!"

The dull sound of another fierce collision sounded, and He Wenlong no longer had an advantage in strength. This collision actually caused He Wenlong a lot of losses. His feet left shallow footprints on the deck, and he retreated more than ten steps in a row before he stabilized his figure, and the fine scales on his right shoulder were shattered by the opponent's punch, twisted together, and torn apart. The pain made his muscles twitch a few times, and He Wen Long suddenly raised his head to look at Wen Dong, who was also in the same figure, and his face, which had been sneering all the time, finally showed horror this time.

"What? Where is your confidence?" Seeing that He-Wen-Long was no longer rushing forward, Wen Dong, who also stepped back a dozen steps, stomped his right foot, forced himself to stabilize his figure, and said coldly, then The ferocious face covered in blood was obviously carrying a hint of sarcasm.

"How many punches can you punch with this kind of attack?" He Wenlong's face was ferocious, and he forced himself to hide the horror on his face. Under the law, he didn't have much confidence to take the initiative to attack again.

Wen Dong didn't answer any more, his figure flickered, and immediately under that subtle movement technique, his figure disappeared again strangely for a short time, and when he reappeared, he suddenly appeared above He Wen Long's head.

""The Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon"..."

Clenching his fists tightly, Wen Dong yelled sharply, and the fist mixed with terrifying strength became a momentum of opening a mountain, and smashed directly at He Wen Long's head angrily.

With his body in the air, he completely gave up his own defense and went from top to bottom, in order to increase his strength and momentum!

Seeing that He Wenlong didn't dare to fight back, but raised his toes and claws to resist, Wen Dong's bloody face showed a ferocious sneer again.

"Chop Suey, do you still dare to say that my strength is too small?"

Before he finished speaking, his fist collided fiercely with the overlapping toes and claws.

These few attacks of Wendong are not fancy at all, what they have is just the terrifying power that can break through mountains. With the combination of extreme speed and that terrifying power, all the air within half an inch of the fist is crushed at this moment. It was compressed and twisted, causing a vacuum to form where the heavy punches and toes and claws collided.

"Oh!"

"Crack! Kick!!"

Two crisp sounds of bone shattering sounded crisply at the place of the collision, not only He Wen Long's, but also Wen Dong's fist bone, and He Wen Long's overlapping toes and claws in a panic He was punched by Wendong, and then He Wenlong opened the door wide. Wendong's attack was only resisted for a while, but the punch remained undiminished, and it hit He Wenlong's chest fiercely. superior.

"Crack!"

The sound of ribcage breaking was heard again, and the crisp sound made everyone present feel their scalps tingling. Wen Dong's attack was as powerful as a bamboo shoot, but He-Wen-Long, as the top existence of the cultivator, is naturally not a weak hand. With rich combat experience, he also used one of the blocked toes to slam Wendong's head in this short period of time.

Wen Dong tilted his head, and the sharp toes and claws immediately brought out a stream of blood on his face, and He Wen Long also fell hard on the deck under his blow, and his body rolled out. It took more than 20 meters to stabilize my figure...

He Wen Long only felt that his internal organs had been beaten and shifted, and the extreme pain in his chest made his face twisted together, and his trembling and broken claws pressed against his chest that seemed to be out of breath. It was sticky at the beginning, and when he lowered his head in shock, he was horrified to find a one-foot-long hideous gap (1 foot = 33 cm) in his chest, and he could see the blood rushing inside. white ribs...

The power is like a broken bamboo, that's it, under the tyrannical strength and extremely fast speed, that fist wind is basically a holy sword that can cut everything!

Wen Dong punched him and completely broke through the scale armor defense!
"Ah!" A panicked scream sounded in his ears, and the painfully twisted He Wen Long raised his head suddenly, and found that the place where he was knocked flying and rolled down was right next to Zhang Hanhan.

At this time, she looked at herself in horror, her body was limp on the deck, her arms were supported below, she tried her best to move her limp body backwards, her expression was full of fear.

He-Wen-Long was swept across the face by the claw he swung before he was sent flying again, leaving a hideous gash on his left cheek, which even extended to his chin and neck, making his head dizzy for a while, while Zhang Hanhan An exclamation made him wake up in an instant, and when he suddenly looked up, he was horrified to find that He-Wen-Long was less than three meters away from Zhang Hanhan.

He Wen-long was seriously injured by this blow, but Wen Dong was unable to rescue Zhang Hanhan from such a short distance.

"Wenlong, what are you waiting for?" In the battle circle between Xue Jian and Su Ling, Su Ling's urging voice sounded. Obviously, Su Ling had been observing the relationship between Wen Dong and He-Wen-Long during the fight. The battle situation, and the meaning of these words at this time is self-evident.

"It's not good to be distracted at this time." As soon as Su Ling finished speaking, Xue Jian's cold humming sounded.

Although the blood sword is powerful, Su Ling's Thousand Fantasy Ghosts are known for their extreme speed and body skills, and the name of ghosts comes from this.As long as Su Ling is not exhausted, it will be difficult for Xue Jian to find the opponent's flaws under that extreme speed, but now it is different.

In the battle of life and death, who would care about step by step, taking advantage of Su Ling's distraction, Xue Jian seized the opportunity and punched Su Ling's body fiercely.

"Humph..." A muffled snort sounded, and Su Ling's skinny body was instantly thrown flying under the heavy punch, and her body fell heavily on the deck, but in an instant, she landed on the ground. But only a puddle of hot blood remained, and Su Ling's figure disappeared again.

But at this time, Su Ling was already injured, and the blood sword had already won the battle, but this punch speeded up the pace of the battle.

The reminder that Su Ling risked being injured couldn't be more obvious. At this time, even Wen Dong didn't dare to rush forward, because there was no time for rescue.

Looking at the pretty face so close at hand, her pretty face was pale due to fear, her lips were tightly pursed, and her face was full of fear, but she stared blankly at He Wen Long as if she was frightened...

"what!!!"

But He Wenlong didn't rush forward, a roar like a wild beast sounded, He Wenlong held back the serious injury on his body and just jumped up again, and rushed towards Wendong on his own initiative.

At this time, he is like a wild beast, he is not reconciled!He is not reconciled that Wendong is better than him!
How is Wen Dong better than himself?What qualifications does he have to be better than himself?
He must defeat and kill Wendong in front of Zhang Hanhan to prove that he is stronger than Wendong! !

must! !

He Wenlong didn't catch Zhang Hanhan as a threat, which made Wendong slightly stunned, but the stupefaction was only for a moment.

System: "Ding: The host uses healing potions..."

Wen Dong's figure flickered, and he fought again with He Wen Long, who was also at the end of his strength, and used that powerful fist to awe the opponent's decision that was just a man!

"Bang bang bang!"

The battle at this time has almost turned into a one-sided battle. With the muffled sound of fist and flesh colliding in the battle circle, in less than half a minute, He Wen Long also turned into a blood man, with all the blood in his body. The scales were shattered, and under the force of the tyrannical fist, the scales were scattered all over the place, and more of them were tyrannically smashed into his own flesh.

The battle scene between the two can be described as extremely cruel and bloody.

In the end, Wendong grabbed He Wenlong's neck, and with the little strength left in his arm, he suddenly exerted force. He Wenlong's feet were spun from the ground, and his body was slammed onto the deck. above.

"boom!"

Almost half of his body was embedded in the deck, and the broken deck was flying in all directions. Wen Dong twisted his body strangely and knelt on the deck, with one hand still tightly strangling He Wen Long's neck.

Under the eyes of those eyes full of horror and ecstasy, Wen Dong suddenly raised his other fist in front of He Wen Long. When the smirk and murderous intent appeared on Wen Dong's face, a fear of death finally spread from his heart after the madness.He could feel that if Wendong was really the killer at this moment, then his end would definitely be death.

Looking at the horror and fear that appeared on He Wen Long's face, Wen Dong's bloody face grinned wider and wider, and a voice mixed with blood came into He Wen Long's ears.

"You keep saying that you will make me regret it, but do you know that I said this sentence as early as when I broke your arm, everything you have done to me, today, I will pay back everything!" Madness appeared on the ferocious face, Wen Dong laughed loudly, sprayed blood from his mouth, clenched his fists tightly, and finally smashed down on He Wen Long's broken chest, but just when his fist was about to hit the target, a woman screamed, It suddenly sounded from a distance.

"Wendong!" The familiar voice made Wendong's fists tremble, and his eyes could not help but shift to the side. Suddenly, he saw Zhang Hanhan's pretty pale face full of fear, and there was a hint of pleading in his frightened eyes. ?
(End of this chapter)