"Blood spurting out? Why did Hong Taichu spurt out blood?"
"The blood keeps spraying. Wow, look, the spray is getting bigger and bigger. Is Hong Taichu stupid? Why doesn't it stop?"
"Who knows how those three knives were inserted? Tell me, I am willing to pay a hundred yuan crystals..."
Hearing the crowd talking, Hong Taichu's eyes almost darkened.
With a roar, huge spiritual power spurted out like clouds.
This time, we must lock Sun Ning firmly!
This time, we must kill him!
Soon, he accurately captured Sun Ning's presence.
Hong Taichu was like an angry beast, with the holy power roaring all over his body. He suddenly reached the level of the holy realm, showing terrifying power, and struck hard with a palm.
Sun Tranquility is like an ancient well without ripples.
Four sharp knives swished in his hands.
This is no ordinary sharp knife.
How could an ordinary sharp knife penetrate the body of a strong man like Hong Taichu?
This is the combined half-immortal weapon 'Blood-eating Demon Sword', with a total of sixteen handles. Not only does it have the power of an ordinary semi-immortal weapon, but the unique soul-refining magic circle inside the sword can amplify the pain to the maximum extent.
For Nine Tribulation Masters, semi-saints and even great saints, being stabbed with a few knives and two holes in the body is not a problem at all. It is okay to hurt me, but if you want to hurt me, there is no way.
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But the Blood-devouring Demon Sword is different. When injured by it, the pain is very severe. Even these top warriors feel the same pain as ordinary people. It is said that the ultimate state can achieve twice the pain of childbirth. In other words, this kind of
The pain is twice as painful as a woman giving birth.
Sun Ning fought all the way, especially later on, he didn't like ordinary half-immortal magic weapons at all. However, he deliberately kept this set of blood-devouring magic swords in his hands, and it came in handy.
While his energy surged, Sun Ning remained calm, his eyes falling on his thighs and shoulders.
As long as the mind moves, everything becomes still again.
Wherever the will goes, it is due to supernatural power!
The little dust finger gathered strength again, and when the power of the finger surged, time stopped and disappeared silently. At this moment, Sun Ning, who controlled time, became a great magician who controlled the world.
Puff puff puff puff!
The four sharp knives easily pierced Hong Taichu's defense and penetrated deeply into his flesh and blood, leaving only the small handles outside.
Hong Taichu's vigorous palm hit him again.
The power is indeed powerful and terrifying. The earth shakes and the mountains shake, and the sun and moon dim. Unfortunately, it has no effect at all.
The four sharp knives in Sun Ning's hand shot into his two thighs and shoulders accurately.
"Ahhhhh..."
Severe pain, pain upon pain.
Hong Taichu's eyes were filled with black stars, and his whole body was trembling. The severe pain ravaged his nerves, and the blood from the wound spurted out again.
There were only three paths just now.
Now it has become the Seven Paths!
Hong Taichu's body seemed to have been poked with seven transparent holes, and the blood in his body spurted out like a race.
"No way? Wasn't there only three paths just now? Why did it suddenly change to seven?"
"Look, it's so funny. Hong Taichu's body looks like a fountain!"
"I'm surprised, why doesn't he stop? I heard that the blood in the bodies of those powerful people is endless, like a river, and it can't flow to the end. I think Hong Taichu doesn't care..."
Damn it!
I don't care about you sister!
Hearing such comments, Hong Taichu felt ashamed and ashamed, and anger burned in his heart.
Who doesn't care if his own blood is shed at the risk of his life?
Damn it, it's not that I don't want to stop, it's that I really can't stop. The magic has been applied to the wound ninety-nine and eighty-one times, but it still has no effect at all.
"How on earth did these knives penetrate my body?"
Hong Taichu was confused.
What confused him even more was that with his powerful cultivation that was now comparable to that of a middle-level saint, and his powerful spiritual thoughts that had been tempered in the Panwu Immortal Cave, how could he not be able to control even a small rubbish in the Nine Tribulations?
Twice, it's obviously locked.
In the blink of an eye, they disappeared again.
Then, Hong Taichu made the worst decision.
He fiercely pulled out a knife from his butt.
After pulling it out, severe pain several times greater than before came flooding in.
The blood spurting out was more like a blocked channel being suddenly opened.
The spray just now was only as big as peeing, but now it was like a broken water pipe.
This is another great advantage of the Blood-devouring Demon Sword.
Since it is a combination of half-immortal weapons, it is a set of sword formations.
Why did Sun Ning pierce three handles the first time and four handles the second time, instead of randomly doing three, five, seven, eight, nine?
Because after the first batch of three handles penetrated, a small knife array was immediately formed. Together with the second batch of four handles, another small knife array was formed.
Since it involves formations, if you want to break them, you have to find the holes in the formation and dismantle its legs.
I think Hong Taichu's stupid and random actions would only greatly increase the operation of the formation, and the result would be even worse.
"Ah ah ah... Sun Ning! Sun Ning! You want to die! You must die in my hands, I will cut you into pieces!"
Hong Taichu roared and roared, his handsome face twisted in various ways.
He unfolded his spiritual thoughts again, locked them again, clicked his hands again, and used other magical powers learned from Panwu Daxian Cave, such as Panwu's powerful hand, Panwu's destroying hammer, and Panwu's nine-stage strike, and he immediately displayed them almost like a madman.
Kill kill kill!
Kill, kill, kill!
pity.
Puff puff puff puff...
The next moment, tens of thousands of pairs of eyes were watching, and they could clearly see that Hong Taichu's powerful attack failed again. At some point, he had nine more sharp knives on his body. They were deeply inserted into the flesh and blood, leaving only the
Small knife handle.
From the thighs, to the buttocks and back, to the back of the neck, sixteen sharp knives are arranged in a strange trajectory.
Hong Taichu's body was filled with blood!
He has become a fountain of blood!
"Ahhhhh..."
While screaming miserably, Hong Taichu roared hysterically: "What's going on? What's going on? Ah...where did these knives come from, and why? Why is this?"
The severe pain had already made his face livid and distorted, and his teeth were trembling!
pain!
it hurts!
I have never experienced such pain!
Everywhere in my body felt unbearable pain!
It hurt like hell! It really hurt like hell! It made him want to find a mouse hole to crawl in, and he wanted to dig out the flesh from his body, just to stop it from hurting so much!
The gushing blood made him dizzy and almost unsteady.
According to rough statistics, in just a few moments, the amount of blood spurted out from Hong Taichu's body was at least dozens of kilograms!
How many pounds of blood?
No one can bear this flesh and blood body.
Even if Hong Taichu is a powerful person in the holy realm at the moment, with huge energy and blood, and the ability to repair injuries by hematopoietic function is a thousand times better than ordinary people, he still can't withstand such bleeding. (To be continued)