Infinite devouring evolution of the last days

Chapter 71 Rotten Plague ([-])

Zhao Yong heard the wind above his head, looked up and saw a huge fist hitting his forehead.

"Boom!"

The intense pain coming from his forehead made Zhao Yong grit his teeth involuntarily.

Huge pain erupted at a point on Zhao Yong's forehead, and then spread all over his body, as if an ax had been struck straight up, his whole brain was trembling.

Zhao Yong, who was in the air, was hit hard by the force of Fu Wen, and rolled around a few times before stopping.

Even after stopping, Zhao Yong still felt dizzy and sick to death.

After Zhao Yong fell to the ground, Fu Wen also fell from the air, walking towards Zhao Yong with slow but deterrent steps.

Zhao Yong stood up with difficulty on his four paws, the spot on his forehead began to bleed, dyeing Zhao Yong's silvery white hair red.

The blood flowed into Zhao Yong's eyes. Zhao Yong blinked vigorously, trying to squeeze the blood out, but he wiped the blood evenly, and his vision became red.

"Dark Qi. Lion King!"

Zhao Yong squeezed out these words with all his strength.In an instant, a silver-white cyclone rose from the soles of Zhao Yong's feet, spun around, and slowly rose to a level with Zhao Yong.

"Oh?" Fu Wen seemed a little surprised when he saw this white cyclone, and stopped in his tracks, "I didn't expect you to use this trick again, I really underestimated you."

Zhao Yong is now full of thoughts about how to kill him, but he didn't hear what he was saying at all.

Zhao Yong transferred the silver-white Nether Qi to his limbs, and shot it out like an arrow, his sharp claws approaching Rotten's head.

"Ah!" Seeing this scene, Fu Wen sighed deeply, "How dare you use such a good Nether Qi! What a reckless waste!"

When Zhao Yong was 30 meters away from Fu Wen Er, Fu Wen twisted his body again and released it at the moment of contact, using his slashing technique, the big tornado.

The cyclone formed by the tornado and the silver-white underworld energy surrounding Zhao Yong's claws intertwined and collided with each other, making a loud drumming sound.

The two cyclones released all the force to the surroundings, and everything around them, no matter how big or small, was blown away by the strong wind, and the ground within a radius of [-] meters was as clean as if it had just been swept.

The last two forces disappeared suddenly again, and Zhao Yong's sharp claws and Fuwen's scimitar finally collided together.

The sharp blade of Fuwen's left arm smashed the other claw of Zhao Yong's forelimb at an extremely fast speed, and now Zhao Yong completely lost the attack method of claw attack.

Although the nails can grow back, they will definitely not be used in this battle.

Zhao Yong jumped to the side, watching Fu Wen panting heavily, Zhao Yong, who had lost his sharp claws, didn't know how to attack for a while.

"Ming Qi is good, but the usage is wrong." Fu Wen wiped the dust off the scimitar with his hand, looked at Zhao Yong and said, "Using it like you have almost no effect."

"Then how to use it?" Zhao Yong stared at Wuwen and asked breathlessly.

"Go and realize it yourself!" Fu Wen said with a smile, "Everyone's usage is different, but you are indeed the most trashy one I have ever seen."

Zhao Yong let out a "hum", and exhaled the water vapor from his nose, just like unscrewing a bottle of soda on a hot summer day.

Fu Wen didn't want to give Zhao Yong time to breathe, so he ran towards Zhao Yong at the fastest speed.

Zhao Yong transformed the underworld energy in front of him, forming a huge silver-white shield.

Rotten's fist hit the Nether Qi shield like a drum, and the high-speed swirling airflow in the Nether Qi shield scattered all the forces and spread them out in all directions.

Zhao Yong thought hard about which attack method to use, but Fu Wen didn't seem to want to give him time, and his power became stronger and stronger, forcing Zhao Yong to retreat steadily.

At this time, Zhao Yong suddenly noticed that the putrefaction, which was not injured at first, seemed to be a little worn at the knuckles of his right hand.

Although it was only a little bit, traces of blood still ooze out.

Zhao Yong had the impression that all his attacks on Fuwen were aimed at the head, and Fuwen had never blocked it with this hand.

Then there is only one possibility that caused the traces of blood, and that is the Nether Qi shield that Zhao Yong is currently maintaining with all his strength.

The high-speed rotating Nether Qi shield inside caused damage to Rotten's fist like a grinder.

"Then what if the dark energy is formed into a wind blade?" Zhao Yong thought to himself.

At present, Zhao Yong can only control so much Nether Qi. If he wants to form a wind blade, it is like canceling the shield. This is undoubtedly a risky approach.

But if it is not cancelled, it will not take long for the Nether Qi shield to be shattered with the power of the rot, and there will be no chance until then.

Zhao Yong became cruel and decided to take a gamble!
As soon as Zhao Yong's forelegs exerted strength, his whole body flew up and jumped far behind.

Seeing Zhao Yong's sudden departure, Fu Wen was stunned for a moment, but then rushed forward again.

Zhao Yong took advantage of the fact that he was still some distance away from the rotten plague, and canceled the dark energy shield, and then controlled it with his mind, hoping that it would form a storm vortex in front of him.

Seeing that Zhao Yong canceled the Nether Qi shield, Fu Wen sped up a little more, and shouted to Zhao Yong with a smile: "Are you ready to die? I will give you a good time!"

Zhao Yong ignored Fu Wen's words and concentrated all his thoughts on Ming Qi.

Fu Wen rushed to Zhao Yong very quickly, and slowed down deliberately just in case, for fear of falling into some trap.

But how could Zhao Yong have this kind of thought, he focused all his attention on the dark energy, and his teeth were gritted "clack".

Fu Wen was very puzzled by Zhao Yong's changes. Through the previous confrontation, Fu Wen could roughly guess Zhao Yong's character, which was a cautious type.

But what Zhao Yong is doing now runs counter to the word "cautious".

Apart from seeing Zhao Yong's constipated expression, Fu Wen couldn't see anything.

He seemed to be unable to guess what the person in front of him would do next in an instant.

Rotten couldn't take care of that much anymore, his strong desire to eat meat had already made him slowly lose the ability to think carefully.

Now all he could think about was how to bite off Zhao Yong's throat and then eat Zhao Yong bite by bite.

Seeing that Zhao Yong still didn't respond, Fu Wen became more courageous, speeding up and rushing straight towards Zhao Yong.

When Fu Wen's fist was half a meter away from the tip of Zhao Yong's nose, Fu Wen stopped suddenly.

At this time, Fu Wen was full of surprise and doubt in his heart, and he tried his best to move his body.

But no matter how hard he tried, his body seemed to be poured with cement, and he couldn't move an inch.

Fu Wen looked behind in horror, only to see a silver-white cyclone slowly forming, wrapping his legs in.

"Ming Qi! Lion Blade Tornado!"

(End of this chapter)