Chapter 747 The Power of the World

"After destroying you, the guy behind you will naturally come out."

The white bird-headed man also mobilized his power to the limit.

The two of them didn't waste any more words and flew away at the same time. Countless afterimages were superimposed together and began to collide densely. From the outside, it looked like sonic booms were constantly being generated inside a hurricane, and no one could be seen at all.

Wu Chong kept attacking, but the white bird-headed man's strongest strength was his speed.

If his attacks hit three times out of ten, it's considered good. Even if he hits, it's difficult to damage the base. From the bird-headed man, Wu Chong felt another power, which he had never come into contact with before, and belonged to the world of gray giant birds.

Speed ​​is king!

After Wu Chong fused the human skins of more than ten generations before him, he clearly had an absolute advantage in strength, but his speed disadvantage made it difficult for him to hit the opponent. Even if it barely hits, it's not a critical point.

He felt uncomfortable, and the giant white bird opposite him was not much better.

In the eyes of the white bird-headed man, Wu Chong was an undead monster covered in a tortoise shell. In the short exchange just now, he had hit this man thousands of times, and he was still unscathed by so many attacks. The minor scars left earlier also recovered quickly during the battle. On the contrary, his own hands were numb from the force, and his energy and blood were unstable.

The two of them are getting bigger and faster, and the scope of their influence is also getting wider and wider.

Mr. Yu and others who were originally hiding in the back half of the building were forced to leave the demon space.

The original fighting has turned into a war of attrition.

Half an hour later, Wu Chong gradually lost his patience. It was just a clone that wasted so much of his time.

"Superposition!!"

As soon as he stepped on the ground, a force like a leather drum rose up from his legs, and finally condensed into his hands. Under the superposition of layers of force, his hands slowly changed from black at first to It turned into dark red, and finally evolved into dark gold color.

"Powerful Vajra Palm!!"

Wu Chong's clone's memory records the most about martial arts. The method he was thinking of to break the situation also evolved from martial arts. When he was in a stalemate, he immediately thought of this powerful martial arts technique.

The exaggerated demonic inner power in his body was condensed into the palm of his hand, and the power of more than ten generations of human skin was condensed into the palm of his hand. Then he saw Wu Chong stretched out his hands, one to the left and the other to the right, and struck the air with a palm.

boom! ! !

The power from both sides centered on his palm, turned into two fan shapes and bombarded out.

The violent power is not targeted at all, it is just a savage covering attack.

The face of the white bird-headed man who originally wanted to use his speed to dodge changed. With no other choice, he could only choose to put his hands in front of him and resist the palm. Unless he ducks onto Wu Chong's head now, but that behavior may be more dangerous.

After crossing his arms, a golden semicircular light shield gathered in front of the gray bird-headed man.

As soon as the power took shape, Wu Chong's golden palm struck.

There was an explosion, and the two forces collided fiercely. The powerful force shattered the ground. The two people in the confrontation were shaken away by the force they released.

The dust cleared.

The figure of the bird-headed man was revealed. Most of his feathers were broken. White smoke was rising from his entire upper body. There was a clear palm print on his chest. It looked like he was injured.

"What the hell are you!"

The white bird-headed man's pupils turned golden.

"Isn't it the same for you?"

Wu Chong's arm was completely broken, and the dark liquid was constantly flowing back to repair his injuries.

After all, he took advantage of that slap just now.

"It's different, how can you be the same as me."

The white bird-headed man looked at Wu Chong in front of him, completely unable to understand how such a monster was born. The palm just now is no longer the power of this world, and the other party is not a clone like him, so how can he master such a powerful power. Moreover, even for him, being able to use this super-class power was the result of years of exploration. After countless harvests, they have long understood this world and are able to utilize the power of this world's rules to a certain extent.

This guy in front of me is not normal. A newcomer who appears out of nowhere, why does he have such power as soon as he comes up?

If power was so easy to obtain, wouldn't world lords like them be like dogs?

"never mind."

The white bird-headed man seemed to have given up asking.

This clone of his was almost destroyed. If it were any other creature, as long as it was within this world, even if it was the original demon, it would definitely be destroyed by Wu Chong's palm just now. But the giant white bird is a clone of the Lord of the World, and there are people on it.

"Let you, an outsider, see the power of the world."

The white bird-headed man stretched out his hands, and a mysterious power appeared around him.

The feathers that were knocked off by Wu Chong's palm grew back again, and the palm prints also faded. A layer of strange smoke gradually rose from his body, and the smoke surrounded him like an afterimage. Layer upon layer, densely packed.

"Mountain!"

The white bird-headed man made a mysterious gesture and uttered a word.

Buzz! !

An invisible force suppressed him, and Wu Chong, who was standing opposite, bowed his body, as if there was an invisible mountain on his body.

This power is extremely special, not real, but an abstract power.

Wu Chong tried to avoid it, but he found that this force was like clinging to him, and he couldn't stop it no matter how far he went. He tried to punch upwards, but all he could hit was air.

An invisible mountain.

In other words, the ‘mountain’ exists only in Wu Chong.

"Ze!"

The white bird-headed man uttered one word again. Wu Chong, who was standing on the ground, felt that the soil under his feet suddenly softened, and finally turned into a strange fluid, as if it was about to drown him.

boom!

Wu Chong raised his hand and slapped it.

The strange thing is that when he hit it with his palm, the masonry on the ground collapsed and exploded. Everything was no different from normal soil.

The only difference is in him.

All the earth became a swamp to him.

A swamp against a man.

Wu Chong, who noticed the change, quickly dodged. This time, he no longer passively defended, but actively attacked the white bird-headed man. The power of more than a dozen layers of human skin was released to another level by him, and the power was transformed into speed.

The white bird-headed man who was about to spit out the third word was chased by Wu Chong. He slapped a palm on his chest and retreated for more than ten steps. The third word he was about to say was also slapped back.

"You want to stop me with this method? You are naive!"

The white bird-headed man who stabilized his body raised his hand again, ignored Wu Chong's attack, and uttered the third word.

"speed!"