fifth form

Chapter 1686 Hallucination and Non-Hallucination
If Zhang Qiaoen was caught off guard by the Sequencer who was able to intimidate him, his heart sank when the second Sequencer who was good at intimidation appeared.

Zhou Rihui grabbed his right hand holding the knife with his left hand, and clamped his left hand with his right hand, and his teeth had bitten deeply into his neck.

Like a mad dog, Zhou Rihui's attack was desperate, but the opponent restrained his hands, and his body was filled with protective instincts.

When Zhang Qiaoen repeatedly hit Zhou Rihui's abdomen with his knees, causing him to vomit blood, there was no joy on his face.

Fifteen meters away from him, Ren Yisheng was slowly moving his body; the opponent's genetic fighting technique had entered its final stage.

Zhang Qiaoen didn't know why Ren Yisheng's genetic fighting skills were released so slowly. If this kind of guy fought him alone, his opponent wouldn't even be able to release his fighting skills.

But at this moment, the other party is the important force that can crush him.

When Ren Yisheng's intimidation continued, Zhang Qiaoen only felt a flash before his eyes, and Zhou Rihui, who he had been beating hard, turned into Zhang Li.

Even though he knew in his mind that the tension before him was fake, Zhang Qiaoen found it difficult to change his mind and continue fighting.

Moreover, he was very clear that the actions he was mobilizing at this moment must be false. Only when he broke through the influence of this thought and returned to reality could he truly kill Zhou Rihui who was entangled with him for life.

"Broken!"

Ren Yisheng's deterrent effect is not to suppress people directly to the point where they cannot move, but he is good at using psychological offensives to amplify the greatest weaknesses in human nature and influence their thinking.

Whatever the pain is in the opponent's deepest memory, that is the illusion that Ren Yisheng will give.

Whenever Zhang Qiaoen was led by Ren Yisheng, he would be influenced by the thought of killing his own son, and would find it difficult to bear the sin, leading to a mental breakdown.

This is a vicious and terrifying opponent.

But Zhang Qiaoen had been influenced by his thoughts twice in a row, and he also realized that Ren Yisheng was not a seventh-sequence person who was good at deterrence and fighting skills, otherwise the other party would have been able to suppress him directly, even if he belonged to the top group of sixth-sequence people.

Even the other person has serious health problems.

This is a troublesome opponent who can counterattack as soon as he finds an opportunity.

Amid the loud shouts, the Louvre Palace appeared before Zhang Qiaoen's eyes again.

He stared at Ren Yisheng fiercely, only to see that Ren Yisheng's face was flushed, he was gasping for breath, and his nose was bleeding. He knew that the other party might have suffered the backlash of his intimidating fighting technique because he had forcefully broken free.

His instinct made him bend his knees again, and then he forcibly pushed Zhou Rihui, who was holding on to his body, into a bent shrimp position.

A bloody tooth fell out of Zhou Rihui's mouth.

"You train your tendons, bones, and skin, but you don't train your teeth. If you don't die, who will?"

Zhou Rihui is very good at the Xuanjia fighting technique, but what he trained was his ability to resist external blows, and his internal organs and teeth were not as good as those of ordinary people.

Even though his neck was bitten by Zhou Rihui, it only left a bloody hole and did not break the limit of Zhang Qiaoen's life and death.

He kept hitting him with his knees, and Zhou Rihui's head, which was biting his neck tightly, began to become weak and soft.

Even though Zhou Rihui was still holding him tightly with both hands, Zhou Rihui's head had already proved that the other party was half dead, with only some residual physical instincts left.

"Bah!"

Zhang Qiaoen bent his back, and when he quickly twisted his body and swung it, the large flying knife hanging on his back flew towards Ren Yisheng like a spring crossbow arrow.

This forced Zhou Yueyan, who was about to move forward, to stop. She stretched out her hand to grab, but felt nothing, and she felt as if she had been stabbed in the chest.

There was a sharp impact and pain suddenly surged into my heart.

Zhou Yueyan took several steps back and almost knocked over Ren Yisheng who was hiding behind her.

"Zhang Qiaoen, if you take Wang's order, you will lose three thousand lives!"

When Wang Yian's voice came, countless streams of light shot out and the crackling sound of shooting was endless.

"waste!"

A faint light flowed on Zhang Qiaoen's body, and these circling blades fell one after another. Even Zhou Rihui, who was half dead, was not pierced by these blades.

Wang Yian's genetic weapons have a wide attack range and a variety of tricks, but the dispersed attack force makes it impossible for Wang Yian to deliver a fatal blow with one strike.

If the opponent was not good at dodging by climbing walls and running on rooftops, Zhang Qiaoen would have been able to kill him with one sword.

"I still have nine knives, two of which I will use to kill you. One knife will block your retreat, and one knife will kill you!" Zhang Qiaoen said harshly, biting his tongue again, guarding against another surprise attack from another expert in intimidation and fighting.

If the opponent uses a deterrent attack again, he will counterattack with a knife. Zhang Qiaoen doesn't believe that there is a Zhou Yueyan protecting the opponent.

What made Zhang Qiaoen a little disappointed was that the feeling of the abyss of hell did not reappear.

It was as if after one shot and one cannon was fired, the other party seemed to have run away.

"Damn it, he's no different from that annoying guy who shot me from behind!"

If possible, Zhang Qiaoen would rather passively bear the attack at this time rather than let him be on guard all the time.

He has always been the one who controls the rhythm of the battle, and Zhang Qiaoen didn't expect that he would be led by others at this time.

"Hurry up, Rihui is going to die!"

Hearing Ren Yisheng's loud shout, Zhang Qiaoen became even more alert.

Zhou Rihui's inability corresponds to his ability. Zhou Rihui, who had been holding his hands like a vise, began to become weak and soft, which also allowed Zhang Qiaoen to move his left and right hands.

Once he held the knife normally and was hit by a flying knife from behind, these people would die in an instant.

But no one responded to Ren Yisheng.

When Zhang Qiaoen felt a little disappointed, she suddenly felt an intense itching on her neck.

Just when he was about to think that this might be some kind of influence on his thinking, he saw countless iron sand leaking out of the thick iron shirt tied around his body.

It wouldn't matter if the iron sand leaked onto the ground. It could even reduce Zhang Qiaoen's burden and make his body lighter.

But these iron sands were like blood-sucking leeches, constantly drilling into the wounds on his body.

Especially the bloody hole bitten by Zhou Rihui's teeth.

In just a short period of time, the iron sand mixed with an extremely itchy mixture kept drilling into his neck, pouring into his flesh, blood vessels, and even into his trachea.

Zhang Qiaoen would rather be stabbed than endure such intense pain and itching.

In just a few seconds, he could no longer use his legs and knees to attack Zhou Rihui, and he could not hold the ring-handled broadsword in his hand firmly.

"Do not……"

Zhang Qiaoen let out a cry of pain.

His hands could not suppress the instinctive pain and itch in his body, and he began to scratch the bloody hole on his neck frantically.

The more you scratch, the more itchy it becomes, and the more itchy it becomes, the more you scratch.

This is a vicious cycle. If the wound is fatal, it is like scratching your own flesh.

Zhang Qiaoen found it difficult to restrain herself from this behavior.

This is even more terrifying than having your mind manipulated.

He watched himself insert his right hand into his neck, trying to scrape out the itchy sand that had found its way into his body.

But Zhang Qiaoen soon discovered that it was his own trachea that was pulled out.

He shouted like a madman, but after just one word his voice turned into sobs that were difficult to pronounce.

"It must be an illusion, it must be an illusion, I can't possibly hurt myself like this!"

He screamed wildly in his heart, and his body twisted wildly like a dead snake.

When the blue bone spurs on his back started to bulge out and nine large flying knives flew out from the knife bag, Zhang Qiaoen found that the pain and itching had eased.

It's a good thing that the itching has subsided.

But Zhang Qiaoen doesn't have any sense of humor at all.

Because he found that this was not actually an illusion, but a real thing that happened. He really pulled out the trachea in his throat.

He stared at everything on his body with wide eyes, never realizing that he had killed himself.