Although the qi was fast, Chen Zheng's reaction was not slow, his body had already moved sideways half a step, and the energy was almost shooting backwards against Chen Zheng's face, and the wind force that brought it up actually scratched a bloody mark on Chen Zheng's face.

And the energy landed in the distance, as if an atomic bomb with a yield of tens of millions was dropped there, not one, but nine, and the successive explosions made the sand rise into the sky, and the shock wave was transmitted from an unknown position, which had weakened into a madman, pushing Chen Zheng's back, making Chen Zheng almost take a step forward.

Although the impact force was only a strong wind, Chen Zheng could still tell that this momentum was three points stronger than when he was stimulated, I am afraid that it was close to the strength of Wuding, if he was hit by such a force, Chen Zheng was sure that his body would definitely be shattered.

How did Yan Jianjun do it?

Chen Zheng was a little incomprehensible, how could his strength be imprisoned by Yan Jianjun, and how could it be used against or even enhanced in power?

Yan Jianjun obviously wouldn't give Chen Zheng a chance to figure out his routine, the strength didn't hit Chen Zheng, Yan Jianjun had already started again, his hand was constantly shaking, the long whip roared, forcing Chen Zheng to dodge left and right, but the long whip did not reach the ground, and when it was about to land, it was quickly raised, followed by another rapid whip, and every eight-sided iron block seemed to be whistling in Chen Zheng's ears, but he didn't know how powerful it was.

In short, Chen Zheng never wants to be hit, but this situation, Chen Zheng can't think of any good way to deal with it for the time being, the trouble of the powerful is that he must get close to the opponent in order to exert his destructive power to the extreme, and the speed exerted by the strong body is more advantageous in short distances, but the weapon in Yan Jianjun's hand is very weird, even if it is a whip, it also has a movement trajectory, but these long whips made of eight-sided iron blocks connected by power seem to be able to change the angle infinitely, which makes Chen Zheng unable to get close at all, and he doesn't even dare to have too many movements, because Chen Zheng is sure that there are more changes in Yan Jianjun's hands。

Wait and see, dodge passively, or fight?

Put together!

When he is helpless, Chen Zheng will choose to take risks, and even if he takes risks, Chen Zheng still has his own capital - the body of the blood demon!

Yan Jianjun's hand was raised, and the long whip was thrown into the sky, Chen Zheng should have stared at the long whip, paying attention to dodging, but this time, he exploded the black gas behind him, and the instant killing was cast, and his speed reached the extreme in an instant, like a light, sweeping through the space.

Yan Jianjun made a sneer, and at the same time, his right hand pressed down, and the long whip snapped down: "Don't think that the strength is supernatural, your body is enough to resist my star fall." ”

Although Chen Zheng was moving at high speed, those eight-sided iron pieces were disconnected from the power connection at a faster speed, falling like stars one by one, and smashing towards Chen Zheng one by one.

Chen Zheng didn't plan to dodge, and those eight-sided iron pieces smashed directly into him, the force was really like a star falling to the ground, Chen Zheng felt a pain in his shoulder, and the first eight-sided iron block actually smashed Chen Zheng's shoulder, and penetrated Chen Zheng's left shoulder diagonally.

Terrible strength, fortunately, the strength is condensed enough, and it does not destroy my body in a large area.

Chen Zheng was quite happy, but the speed was a few points faster, and those eight-sided iron pieces penetrated Chen Zheng's body one after another, except for the head, Chen Zheng's body had ten more fist-sized blood holes, almost breaking Chen Zheng's upper body and lower body, and it seemed that only inertia was left in the movement.

Yan Jianjun smiled faintly, Chen Zheng he saw had a remnant body left, although this kind of damage was not enough to kill, because the Yuan Shen had not been destroyed, but this kind of damage was enough to make anyone lose most of their combat power, including those with power and supernatural powers.

Therefore, in Yan Jianjun's eyes, Chen Zheng is desperate, but he is also dying.

He raised his palm, and the ten pieces of scattered eight-sided iron instantly arrived in front of his palm, forming a circle, each piece of iron glowed with golden light, looking as dazzling as ten suns, and these rays of light condensed into a beam of golden light, and shot towards Chen Zheng's head.

Chen Zheng's eyes had lost their brilliance, as if the excessive injury of his body had made his Yuan Shen also on the verge of collapse, that is, the golden light was coming, and he still moved towards Yan Jianjun by inertia, with no intention of dodging at all, or rather, there was no way to dodge at all.

Without any suspense, the golden light penetrated Chen Zheng's head, and the blazing light instantly burned Chen Zheng's head, and the headless body still advanced, but it only brought Yan Jianjun a disdainful sneer.

Without a head, what can this mutilated body do?

In Yan Jianjun's eyes, Chen Zheng was already a dead man without a full corpse, so he didn't care too much, and waved his hand to roll up the wind, wanting to blow Chen Zheng's still moving body aside.

The power of this wind must be enough, but blowing on Chen Zheng's remnant body, it can't blow the remnant body away, and what's even more strange is that the injuries of the remnant body are recovering quickly, and the lost head is also quickly recovering.

When Yan Jianjun saw this, his eyes were full of shock and incredible brilliance, how could this be possible?

How shocked he was in his heart, but he didn't dare to be too distracted in the life-and-death battle, no matter how Chen Zheng did this, it was very certain that Chen Zheng was not dead, since he was not dead, the battle was not over.

Yan Jianjun immediately raised his fist, and the ten eight-edged iron pieces gathered together in front of the fist, and the dazzling light seemed to be a sun in front of his fist, and the light immediately enveloped Chen Zheng, who was already less than a meter in front of Yan Jianjun.

In the golden light, a black shadow flashed behind Yan Jianjun at a faster speed, making him feel a chill in his heart, the terrifying thing about the power of power is the closeness, and Yan Jianjun has already understood that he was close to Chen Zheng, and he was approached by a person with a higher realm than himself, and the ending has been decided.

"You can't not die! Why?" Yan Jianjun asked in a deep voice, but gave up resistance.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to tell you the answer. Chen Zheng's hands had already clasped Yan Jianjun's waist, no matter whether Yan Jianjun resisted or not, he couldn't change his death under Chen Zheng's overlord hugging beauty.

The golden energy rose in Yan Jianjun's body, the purple Thunder Emperor wreaked havoc on Yan Jianjun's body, and the extreme power of the mortal area made Yan Jianjun's body melt in an instant.

As soon as he died, the realm world disappeared immediately, and Chen Zheng and the others, who were included in it, stood on the straight street again, as if all this had never happened, but the ten pieces of eight-edged iron that clanged to the ground proved that Yan Jianjun once existed.

Chen Zheng leaned over and picked up those pieces of iron, and threw them all into the six realms of his dantian, the power of the divine weapon is condensed in the divine weapon, Chen Zheng wants to keep it, and when the time comes, he will study and study it well, maybe he can refine some powerful artifact.