Chapter 422 The intertwining of fantasy and reality
How come the smell of blood wafts out of people who die in illusions?
He Lingchuan didn't need to be reminded, and he slid past, and then saw a Shimen caravan guy being wiped on the neck, and another being stabbed in the chest.
The short cry was what he made before his death.
The murderers were two Chiyan people.
While the victim was bleeding and breathing his last breath, they pressed a bead into the wound.
The bodies of the two waiters shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, like empty sacks or prunes that had been squeezed dry.
Although there was an illusion, this place was actually a barren mountain and wild land with sparse vegetation and no support. So when He Lingchuan saw the two Chiyan men committing murder, the other party also saw him.
Killing two is a kill, killing four is just two pairs. Neither of them needed to breathe, and they rushed forward holding blood-stained weapons.
He Lingchuan raised his hand and fired a sleeve arrow at the man on the right, then hit the enemy on the left.
The other party was so aggressive that he thought he was delivering food to his door. The blade of the knife almost hit He Lingchuan's head before he reached out to his waist and revealed Fu Sheng.
This sword was ready to go, and it took less than half a second to reflect the moonlight in the sky before it was sheathed.
Just hearing the sound of "dang", the opponent was cut into two pieces, including his sword and his body.
Today, He Lingchuan has begun to explore the cultivation of sword power, which is the so-called drawing sword style. The sword has been sheathed for a long time, and when it first comes into view, the sword power at that moment is the most powerful. If you master it well, you can defeat the enemy.
There is also such a special move in Wave Slash, and the one He Lingchuan uses now is "Jinghong Slash". Before the Battle of Hanhe, he killed too few people, and it was difficult to understand it.
On the battlefield, only sword skills are ever-changing and must be mastered depending on the time and situation.
On that day, Fu Shanyue also slowly pulled out the water-splitting thorn from the enemy's throat.
He took advantage, and the man just turned his head to avoid He Lingchuan's sleeve arrow, but he bullied him forward and stabbed him in the throat.
Wounded soldiers need to have clever tactics to deal with wounded soldiers.
He looked at He Lingchuan again and couldn't help but grit his teeth. The unlucky guy who was slashed was clearly blessed by Yuan Power, but he was still no enemy of He Lingchuan.
This shows that the strength gap between the two sides is too large.
Fu Shanyue wiped the blood from the weapon on the corpse, picked out two red beads from the wound of the dead man.
These two beads are the culprits that suck them dry.
"These are blood beads, beads used to collect the essence of prey's flesh and blood." Fushanyue chuckled, "No wonder."
"What's so surprising?" He Lingchuan squatted down, searched the two Chiyan men, and took away everything he saw.
These two guys seemed to be quite capable of pretending to be 13, but they turned out to be poor people who couldn't even scrape together a hundred taels of money.
Bah, you are a poor person when you are alive, and you are a pauper when you are dead.
The more Fushan saw the ferocity with which he picked up the corpse, he knew that this was indeed not a serious person.
"They are probably collecting the essence of living people's flesh and blood to extend Fu Shanji's life and delay his death." He smiled maliciously, "According to this, just two people are not enough. Your team is being regarded as meat sheep.
Come on."
He Lingchuan didn't know that these demons used "mutton sheep" to refer to "edible living people." He shook his head: "You underestimate magic. How can the essence of flesh and blood of a dozen or dozens of people be able to stop Fushan?"
Is Ji’s injury getting worse?”
Otherwise, Wen Daolun, Zhong Shengguang and even General Hong would not be helpless.
After Wen Yun was stabbed, it didn't even last three hours.
Fu Shanyue shrugged: "Maybe they have some secret skills?"
There are all kinds of wonders in the world, and if there are magical arts, there should also be ways to deal with magical arts, right?
But it is an indisputable fact that the Shimen caravan is in crisis. It is not convenient for the Chiyan people to take action in Tongluo County, but why should they not dare to do so in a deserted suburb and abandoned city?
He Lingchuan took out the whistle from the clerk's body.
This whistle is used as a warning. Once it is blown, everyone will rush back to Master Shi Er's house.
But before He Lingchuan could blow it, Fu Shanyue waved his hand to stop him: "Don't blow it, otherwise Shi Er and Tao Zi will be in bad luck immediately!"
Master Shi Er and the little witch boy are still staying in the abandoned armory, opposite Uncle Da!
Uncle Da feels that life and death are at stake, so he may not take action against them yet, but as soon as the police whistle sounds, it may become violent and hurt people.
To capture the thief and capture the king, as long as Shi Er is captured, the entire caravan will inevitably collapse.
He Lingchuan thought it right and had no choice but to put away his whistle and rush back.
The two hurriedly ran for more than twenty steps, and He Lingchuan suddenly said: "Be careful, Uncle Da is coming here."
Fu Shanyue was stunned for a moment.
He suffered several losses due to He Lingchuan's remote monitoring capabilities. He knew that his warning would not be in vain, so he said: "You walk slower."
Fu Shanyue rolled outward on his own, and rolled right behind a tree as thick as an ocean bowl.
This tree could only be called a small tree elsewhere, but in this valley it was already considered a big one among the dwarfs. However, its shadow was so narrow and thin that it could not hide anyone at all.
But Fushan Yue rolled like this and hid in the shadow of the tree.
He Lingchuan took a special look and saw that there was no one behind the tree or on the ground.
Maybe some kind of escape technique?
If you passed by here without knowing it, you probably wouldn't notice it.
If this guy doesn't have many good escape skills, how can he still be able to face the fierce roundup by Uncle Da and the Chiyan people?
He Lingchuan breathed evenly and relaxed his muscles. Otherwise, his tense state might be discovered by enemies preparing to ambush.
However, he soon saw the figure of a tiger appearing directly in front of him:
Uncle Da is here.
He is letting go of his legs and running towards here with all his strength.
"..." Are you too lazy to even act like an ambush? He Lingchuan was slightly embarrassed.
However, the land here is sparsely planted, and the moonlight is so bright that no living thing can hide. Uncle Da may not want to waste his efforts.
The distance of thirty feet was only two feet away, and He Lingchuan felt a strong wind blowing in his face.
Feng Conghu is not wrong at all.
The tiger's figure even dragged an afterimage in the air. In terms of speed, the tiger couple He Lingchuan encountered in Sanxinyuan were not worthy of it being a stepping stone.
Although He Lingchuan had never stood up from the beginning to the end in the ruins, and his sitting posture was lazier than others, Uncle Da still concluded with his spiritual sense that this guy was far more threatening than the other humans in the caravan, so he came to take action himself.
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Does this count as emphasizing the enemy strategically, but despising the opponent tactically? He Lingchuan didn't know what to say, but Uncle Da didn't want to tell him a word. He used his last running jump to pounce forward with a claw.
This was accompanied by a low growl.
A tiger's roar is naturally shocking. Most tigers will strengthen this talent after cultivating their demon bodies, and Uncle Da is no exception. This low roar sweeps across the fan-shaped area in front, and the weeds, mud and sand on the ground are blown away. The powerful sound waves directly attack the prey.
The brain and heart cause the opponent's atrium to contract sharply, causing dizziness, tinnitus, body stiffness, weakness of limbs, severe pain in the heart, etc. It can even shock ordinary prey to the point of rupture of the brain.
It had already killed one person on its way here, and before even using its claws, the other person was roared to death by it, and he was bleeding from his orifices when he fell to the ground.
Those who have never heard the roar of a tiger will never understand the trembling and fear that comes from the soul.
However, He Lingchuan had already expected that he had killed a lot of tigers, leopards and lions in the past few years. Everyone liked to roar like this before attacking. Therefore, before Uncle Da spoke up, he moved the soul-capturing shield forward and entered by himself.
"Stubborn" state.
This magical power was originally used latently, causing the user's entire body to have their acupoints sealed and their breath blocked.
In other words, He Lingchuan in this state is no different from a stubborn stone. No matter how powerful Uncle Da's tiger roar is, it cannot reach his ears and cannot stimulate his heart, lungs and brain.
Some of the physical attacks produced by the sound waves were blocked by the shield.
He Lingchuan had observed Elder Liang of Chuanyun Pavilion and was very curious about the closed-mouth formula he practiced. He also asked about it in Panlong City, and the answer he got was that the first and second sound waves were the most lethal after being brewed for a long time, and the remaining ones would
It weakened quickly. I think this tiger is similar.
Uncle Da's first scream was ineffective, so he directly raised his claws and slapped his temple with a palm.
The palm of an ordinary tiger has about two thousand kilograms of force. Uncle Da tripled it and could easily smash a human head into a rotten watermelon. There are five curved steel nails attached to the palm, each of which is more than two inches long. In addition to sharpening
The meat is deboned and disembowelment services are also provided.
He Lingchuan raised his shield to meet it. After blocking it twice, he felt his arms trembling. It was much more difficult than fighting against Meng Shan. He couldn't help but be secretly shocked by the strength of the tiger demon.
Uncle Da fired his bow more than ten times from left to right, but all of them were blocked by the shield, making a sharp and piercing sound.
But He Lingchuan was also hit back repeatedly by it. Even if this monster stood up to attack, its two hind legs could still provide strong driving force.
Uncle Da's attacks were so fast that the eyesight of ordinary warriors could not keep up. If He Lingchuan missed a strike, he would be suddenly thrown down by it and his trachea would be torn open...
Of course, Fu Sheng Dao is not idle either, but Uncle Da's sense of danger is too strong and he never confronts this magic weapon head-on.
It's easy to say, but He Lingchuan's confrontation with this fierce tiger was like facing a stormy sea. The opponent's attacks were continuous and seemingly endless. No matter in terms of momentum or frequency of attacks, he could not gain the upper hand.
This thing is really fierce, otherwise Fu Shanyue wouldn't have been repaired half to death by it.
Then Uncle Da became impatient and bent his claws to hook the shield away.
This shield is the second form of the soul-capturing mirror, and it has about 10% of the physical rebound damage. Uncle Da was even blocked by a dozen slaps, so he took more than a dozen rebound damage, which accumulated a lot, even if
Its skin is rough and its flesh is thick and painfully tight.
It's like it tried its best to slap itself in the face.
Why is it so difficult to kill someone?
But at this moment, the Fusheng knife tilted, and the moonlight reflected at this angle became brighter and gathered into a beam, which dazzled in the tiger's eyes.
Dazzling! Uncle Da subconsciously turned his head.
Not only that, this light was like a laser, shining directly on the illusory wall of Thousand Stars City.
At this time, King Yuan was at the end of his rope. The guards around him fell one after another, and more and more enemies climbed to the top of the city.
Looking up and down the city, there are enemies everywhere, but the blood of our own soldiers has been shed.
The last guard at the top of the city was bitten to death by the jackal demon, and blood spattered three feet from his neck, which seemed to bring the final end to this long and hopeless struggle.
King Yuan let out a long sigh and was about to draw his sword and kill himself when the light of Fusheng's sword arrived and shone directly on his face.
The strong reflection actually made him slightly startled, and he turned his head to look at He Lingchuan's position!