Chapter 108 of Volume 7: Iron Horse, Uncle Shui is in despair!!
Amid everyone's surprise, Uncle Shui's hands flew away from his body, as if they had been cut off by an invisible force, and it seemed that they had been cut off early, but had never left his body, and now they were finally separated from his body.
"Pounce!" Both hands drew a long and beautiful arc in mid-air, and finally fell to the ground at the same time. Blood spilled all over the ground, reflecting a bright red on the snow-white ground. Then the bright red quickly condensed into ice and turned into ice.
Dark red blood beads rolled on the snow.
"Ah!!!! My hands...my hands, my hands..." Uncle Shui seemed to be going crazy, and suddenly chased the hands that fell in the air. In the end, he failed to catch up, and he threw them into his hands.
On the snow next to him, he squirmed vigorously and moved closer to his hands, "My hands...my hands...my hands..."
The broken parts of his hands were very ferocious. The fracture was not smooth, as if it had been torn apart. Many pieces of flesh were still squirming out of the fracture. Blood... and pieces of flesh fell down from the wound. It was very strange.
It was so miserable that there seemed to be countless earthworms crawling across his limbs.
The mouth was squirming and crawling. Then, in the cold weather, these wounds were quickly clotted, and the blood in the wounds suddenly shrank and condensed, and finally a thin layer of dark red ice formed on the wounds.
There was a layer of ice all over the place.
"Ahh...ah...ahhhh..." Uncle Shui faced the ground, threw himself on the ground, and kept banging his head into the snow, as if only hitting the snow could relieve the pain on his body, "My
Hands, my hands..."
He didn't hit it once, and the bloody hole in his chest was covered with ice. The weather here was really too cold. At first, Uncle Shui's chest was still dripping with blood, but after a while, his chest was completely clotted.
After he stopped, there were obvious traces of the ice layer on his chest. The ice layer had actually penetrated his chest, condensing into ice from front to back.
"Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng!" He was still hitting the snow, spitting out a large mouthful of blood from time to time, and even mucus flowed out of the mouth, mixed on his face, and it looked like
A lunatic, nothing like the usual Uncle Shui.
"My hands...my hands..." He finally had no strength to hit the snow anymore, so he kept rolling in the snow, rolling from left to right, and from right back to left...
"My hands, my hands...tears, tears, tears...my tears, my tears, give me your tears quickly, give me my tears quickly."
Uncle Shui raised his head, looked around, and finally landed on Ling Jie, and began to squirm in Ling Jie's direction little by little.
At this moment, Ling Jie had opened his eyes again, but his eyes were flickering and his body was trembling. The previous move had consumed too much of Ling Jie's mind. In the moment just now, Ling Jie entered the real world.
The highest state of virtuality is that the fantasy world and reality are basically completely connected. If the enemy suffers multiple injuries in the fantasy world, then in reality, the enemy will also suffer the same degree of injury.
In the fantasy world, Ling Jie chopped off Uncle Shui's hands and pierced Uncle Sui's chest many times. In reality, Uncle Shui suffered only so much damage, so there were blood holes in his chest, so
His hands will break automatically...
Although Ling Jie's realm was just getting started when he first used the Fantasy World, after using the Fantasy World once, Ling Jie's understanding of the Blue Eyes changed drastically, and he directly understood the Blue Eyes.
The real and imaginary realm can directly achieve the Great Perfection of the Illusory World... Although Shui Bo is powerful, he is still not a master of the Nirvana Realm, so naturally he cannot resist the real power of the Illusory World!
"Hoo, ho, ho!" Ling Jie stood on the snow, his feet trembling very much, like a chicken and duck that had just learned to walk. As long as a breeze blew by, he would be blown over. And the strength of his body
Other parts are also trembling violently, especially the two eyes. Although they are open, they are still half open, and the eyes are flashing violently...
"I have overworked myself just now. If Uncle Shui is not dead, my eyes will be damaged. But... what I didn't expect is that the power of the blue eyes is so magical and so powerful...
"The expression on Ling Jie's face was very painful, but inside he felt like a spring breeze and felt very comfortable.
"At least, I, Lingjie, can finally defeat Uncle Shui on my own!" Lingjie took a deep breath, and just as he finished speaking, he heard Qingmang's unhappy voice, "This small achievement makes you so happy. From now on
How can he become a great weapon? In fact, in my eyes, this is nothing at all... I think of Tian Chengzi back then..."
Ling Jie closed his ears directly and did not continue to listen to Qing Mang's next words. In Ling Jie's consciousness, Qing Mang has been defined as jealousy towards himself. Yes, it is jealousy. It is clearly jealous of me, Chi,
Naked, naked jealousy!
"Give me Ninglei, give me Ninglei quickly!" Uncle Shui tried his best to crawl towards Ling Jie, but without his hands, he moved very slowly no matter how hard he tried. Ling Jie was standing there
There, he watched Uncle Shui squirming toward him on the snow, the pain on his face, his ferocity, his madness, his downfall and misery...
Ling Jie stood there without moving, watching Uncle Shui climb to his feet little by little, as if he was looking into a mirror. His eyes were very clear, and he did not say anything to continue insulting Uncle Shui. Because...
…After seeing Uncle Shui’s downfall, he couldn’t help but wonder if one day he would be as downtrodden as he was…
Shui Bo worked hard and overcame all difficulties to reach Ling Jie's feet. Since he had no hands, he could only lick Ling Jie's shoes with his mouth, "Ling Jie, please, please give me back your tears..."
…I don’t need anything, but I must have it
To get Ning Lei, I must get Ning Lei... I have been waiting for twenty years, I have been waiting here for twenty years! Twenty years! I have been waiting for twenty years! Just to get Ning Lei
Tears...the tears are mine, the tears are mine, the tears are mine..."
Uncle Shui was crying loudly, "I have nothing now, just think of me as a dog, give me Ninglei back, give it back to me...Give Ninglei back to me. This is what I have been waiting for."
I have waited for twenty years for something that has taken twenty years!!!!”
Ling Jie took a deep breath, and his body trembled slightly less, but it was still trembling. After taking a breath, he looked down at Uncle Shui and remained silent.
"Please, please...please give me back the tears, I kowtow to you, Ling Jie, I kowtow to you..." After Uncle Shui said that, he hit the ground again.