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Tang San's consciousness fluctuated in the endless darkness, as if he was trapped in the mouth of thousands of poisonous snakes. The painful torture made him almost collapse.

His own thunderous heartbeat echoed in his ears, and every powerful beat seemed to cruelly indicate that his life was quietly passing away at an irreversible pace.

The captain of the third team of men in black who was chasing him walked up to Tang San with steady steps, his eyes as cold as knives, as if he could penetrate the depths of Tang San's soul.

He stared silently at the unconscious prey, but there was no ripple of pity in his heart.

However, in this desperate situation, Tang San's body was still running his soul power driven by his subconscious, tenaciously guarding his heart, showing an awe-inspiring will to survive.

This indomitable spiritual power actually made the third captain, who had always been hard-hearted, slightly moved by it.

The third captain lowered his head and looked down at Tang San, coldly delivering a ruthless verdict:

"In less than a quarter of an hour, the poison will completely erode his meridians and turn him into a useless person." He sighed with fake regret, "Another bright star of genius is about to perish in this world."

At this moment, a streak of black light streaked across the sky like a meteor, rushing from a distance, and a dark soul ring instantly wrapped around the body of the third captain.

The bracelet on Zhao Wuji's right hand was shining brightly as he flew over. There was a unique mark on it like a compass, leading him to arrive here accurately.

As the soul ring locked onto the target, Zhao Wuji's figure appeared in front of the third captain in an instant, his eyes glaring like an eagle. Facing this opponent who only had "half of the country" left, he showed no hesitation or mercy.

The third captain had unfortunately lost his right arm to a trap cleverly set by Tang San in the previous fierce battle, and a huge bone-deep wound was opened on his right chest, and his internal organs were vaguely visible.

Despite this, he still faced Zhao Wuji's fierce offensive without fear.

Zhao Wuji's body moved nimbly, and the soul power condensed in his hand instantly turned into the energy to drive the martial spirit. The giant bear waved a sharp claw shadow, pointing directly at the heart of the third captain.

The third captain's eyes suddenly flashed, and he blocked with his left arm, taking the heavy blow with tenacity.

However, Zhao Wuji's offensive did not stop. He used his body skills again, and his figure teleported to the left of the third captain. He punched as hard as a stone, straight towards Huanglong, and hit him in the chest.

The third captain groaned and flew backwards, but he did not fall down. Instead, his eyes flashed with a more intense and crazy light.

The two engaged in a fierce battle in the air, and every collision of soul power caused shock waves, making the surrounding air tremble.

Zhao Wuji's attacks were as fierce and ruthless as a violent storm, but the third captain relied on his indomitable will and rich combat experience to successfully withstand this overwhelming offensive time and time again.

Zhao Wuji cast his eyes on the messy pile of dead leaves in the dim morning light, among which lay a Tang San struggling on the edge of life and death.

His breathing was like a candle in the wind, becoming weaker and weaker.

Facing this enemy who had been severely wounded and half disabled, Zhao Wuji couldn't help but feel anxious and shocked in his heart. After a long battle without success, this battle-hardened soul master was extremely anxious.

"The first soul skill, the Fudo Ming King Body!" He roared, and then, "The second soul skill, the powerful Vajra Palm!"

The voice still echoed in the forest, and his body was enveloped in a layer of golden light, and he abruptly received the lightning-fast whip kick attack of the third captain.

In the astonished eyes of the third captain, a huge and powerful bear paw condensed out in an instant, heading towards the opponent's door.

The shadow of death instantly froze the eyes of the third captain, and the fear was as piercing as ice.

He eagerly activated his martial spirit and tried to retreat quickly to avoid this fatal attack. However, it was this retreat that exposed the flaw in his defense.

Let Zhao Wuji seize the golden opportunity.

I saw the dark soul ring symbolizing powerful power flying out of Zhao Wuji's hand again, and like a black lightning, it was accurately placed on the waist of the third captain. The next moment, the third captain's vision was blurry, and Zhao Wuji's burly figure suddenly appeared in his sight, accompanied by a deafening shout: "Powerful Vajra Palm!"

This attack, filled with Zhao Wuji's rage and determination, hit hard on the third captain's left hand, which he had raised in a hurry to resist.

At that moment, it seemed as if time had stopped, and then a thunderous force erupted.

The third captain's body instantly turned into a cannonball, and was blasted nearly a hundred feet away by the violent force.

Along the way, countless branches and leaves were shattered into powder under his overwhelming impact.

In the end, he was embedded like a nail into the solid trunk of a thousand-year-old tree. The explosive impact exploded into countless sawdust, flying all over the sky, announcing that the battle had entered a white-hot climax.

In the diffuse dust and mist, a twisted and deformed arm struggled tenaciously out. Although the muscles and bones of the arm were misaligned, it still controlled its fingers with its tenacious vitality, tightly grasping the rough and broken ancient tree. crumb edge.

With a dull and crisp click sound, a shocking scene appeared: with extraordinary soul power and exquisite skills, the third captain used his palm as a fulcrum to forcefully straighten his broken left arm and reset it. .

This scene made Zhao Wuji's face darken, and he was secretly amazed. The tenacity and resilience of this opponent far exceeded his expectations, "Compared to those who are greedy for life and afraid of death in Wuhun Palace, this thief is indeed a difficult character. "

Zhao Wuji turned around and leaned down, quickly stuffing a jelly bean with a mysterious luster into Tang San's slightly opened mouth, and then once again looked at the enemy a hundred feet away, who was already in a state of exhaustion.

At this moment, the vitality in the third captain's body was being gradually eroded by the injuries Tang San had sustained earlier and Zhao Wuji's latest round of attacks. Every heartbeat seemed to take away a part of his life. The shocking huge wound on his chest was like a black hole swallowing up his life force.

Despite this, the third captain still took his last breath when he was seriously injured and dying, and resolutely used his martial soul true form.

In an instant, a storm formed by flying scales reappeared, shining in the morning light, like a giant dragon rushing towards Zhao Wuji with dead branches and leaves on the ground, crossing a distance of a hundred feet and heading towards Zhao Wuji.

"What a courage!" Zhao Wuji shouted sharply, and decisively launched his sixth soul skill - the powerful Vajra Roar!

I saw a burst of earth-shaking golden light spurting out, violently colliding with the sweeping storm of scales, stirring up smoke that filled the sky and blocked the sun.

However, in this flash of lightning, Zhao Wuji keenly noticed something strange, "No! He wants to escape!"

He felt a chill in his heart. There seemed to be a cunning intention hidden in the storm that was about to dissipate. The third captain might be using his last soul power to create chaos in an attempt to escape.

Zhao Wuji saw that the third captain, despite being so seriously injured, still showed amazing perseverance and resourcefulness, trying to escape from the battlefield by using the chaos caused by the martial soul's true form. .

"The third soul skill - Gravity Enhancement!" As Zhao Wuji shouted, an invisible pressure instantly filled the air, and a huge golden figure appeared behind him. It was the shadow of the powerful Vajra Bear, majestic. And solemn. This powerful skill not only greatly enhanced gravity, but also locked every scale of the storm formed by the third captain with absolute suppression.

The scaly storm that was rushing towards it was shrouded by gravity, like a strong wind suppressed by a boulder. Its momentum suddenly weakened and gradually stagnated in mid-air.

The third captain struggled hard, but his vitality was nearly exhausted and he could no longer support this forcibly exerted martial spirit avatar.

Zhao Wuji seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, moving through the golden light like lightning, and pounced towards the core of the storm.

At that last moment, he threw out a punch that gathered all his strength, "Destroy gold and break jade!" The wind of the fist was carried by the force of thunder, instantly defeating the storm and shaking the third captain out of it.

The third captain spurted a mouthful of blood, and his body fell into the dust like a kite with broken strings.

He tried his best to stand up, but in the end he could only collapse in the forest with fallen leaves. The soul power lingering in his body gradually dissipated, and he completely lost his ability to resist.

At this point, this thrilling battle finally came to an end, with Zao Wou-Ki successfully intercepting and defeating this tenacious and difficult opponent. (End of chapter)