My Simulated Son's Life

Chapter 88 Fish and Dragon Dance

"Catch! Hold! You! Got it!"

Finally grasping Wu Yi, the slippery loach, Li Changkong took a deep breath.

Then on the system panel that no one saw, the blood rage blue light in the talent column flourished.

'Blood Rage, open! '

Wu Yi's face sank little by little, and his arms deeply embedded in Li Changkong's body suddenly felt a burning heat, accompanied by a gradually shrinking tension.

If Wu Yi has used the blood pressure monitor before, he will find that the feeling now is exactly the same as when the blood pressure monitor is tightened, but the force is infinitely stronger.

Under everyone's gaze, Li Changkong's exposed skin gradually turned rosy, and faint white steam emerged from the top of his head.

At the same time, Li Changkong's whole body seemed to swell up a circle, and he was a few centimeters taller invisibly.

In contrast, Wu Yi, who was originally not tall, looked even shorter.

Wu Yi tried again to pull his arm out of Li Changkong's abdomen, but found that Li Changkong's flesh and blood seemed to have suddenly changed from soft tofu to hard cement. He tried several times but failed.

"What are you still doing? Get up and help!"

Wu Yi gave an order, and the people who had just been shaken by Li Changkong woke up like a dream, and they hurriedly got up to help, regardless of the pain coming from their bodies.

Seven or eight people worked hard together, but Li Changkong remained motionless.

They felt that Li Changkong at this time was a volcano about to erupt. Even if they tried their best, they couldn't shake it at all, and could only wait for the moment of shock.

Seeing all the abnormal changes in Li Changkong's body, Wu Yi still had an ominous feeling despite his superior strength.

This feeling is like touching fish when you were young and watching your little friend being swallowed by the vortex. The smell of death made every cell in Wu Yi's body scream to escape.

But how is this possible?

Wu Yi's right hand is still inside Li Changkong's body!
If he wanted to leave Li Changkong's side, he had to cut off his right hand!
Thinking of this, Wu Yi's eyes flashed a bit of viciousness.

The split wave claw with his left hand tore through the air and plucked at Li Changkong's eyes.

Lifting his right leg, he pushed his right knee up towards Li Changkong's lower body. If he was strong enough, even if Li Changkong had copper skin and iron bones, he would still experience the feeling of being beaten.

In Li Changkong's eyes, the world was covered with a layer of light red, and his whole body was filled with majestic power. He felt as if a huge explosive was buried in his body at this moment. If he didn't let it out, he would be blown up. To be smashed to pieces.

Without hesitation, like a dam releasing floods, the Qi and blood in Li Changkong's body surged along the line of the overlord's spear-throwing movement, and then merged into Li Changkong's right arm.

Different from the usual arm envoys, with the infusion of Qi and blood, Li Changkong's entire right arm became extremely thick, densely packed with blue veins dancing on it like a big snake.

Li Changkong's face was extremely ferocious, he felt as if countless knives were rolling and stirring in his right arm, and the severe pain washed over his nerves.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Li Changkong's right arm changed from being extremely still to being extremely dynamic in an instant, and the hair came first and imprinted on Wu Yi's chest first.

Wu Yi's movements froze instantly.

Then, under the horrified gazes of the surrounding Nujiao Gang.

Wu Yi opened and closed his mouth feebly a few times, and then his entire upper body exploded into a cloud of blood mist. The fine bone and flesh residues were scattered on the ground, walls and everyone's faces and mouths, coating them with a shocking layer of blood. fishy.

Wu Yi's lost head rolled a few times in the air and then fell on Yunyan's bed. His brown eyes looked at the crowd blankly, as if he couldn't believe that he was so disgracefully killed by a rank-[-] warrior. In the hands of warriors.

At this time, Wu Yi's lower body fell to the ground weakly.

The invincible power receded like a tide, and Li Changkong took the initiative to release the blood rage state.

His right arm was hanging limply by his side, the originally smooth skin was densely covered with fine wounds, it looked like a porcelain arm full of cracks.

"Hall Master Wu is dead! Run away!"

The sluggish Nujiao Gang gang just woke up from a dream, how dare they stay in this terrifying place, like frightened rabbits scrambling to escape towards the door.

The reinforcements who came behind didn't know what happened and were still squeezing inside.

Then he was stabbed by these escaped gang members.

The two sides fought in this small space.

Not paying attention to the infighting among these enemies, Li Changkong twitched his eyes, pulled Wu Yi's right arm from his abdomen, and rushed into the crowd.

Soon, all the members of the Nujiao Gang who volunteered were killed by Li Changkong.

The corpses killed by Li Changkong either had their heads blown off or had a big hole in their bodies. What's more, they were directly torn in half by Li Changkong. The miserable corpses made this place a purgatory.

'Why are there so few people? '

Li Changkong was a little puzzled, and immediately listened carefully, and the sound of fighting came from the door.

Could it be Chu Lin and the others?
Apart from Chu Lin and the other three, Li Changkong couldn't think of anyone else from the Dajiang Gang who would be here at Wushafang at this time.

Li Changkong didn't expect that Chu Lin and the others would respond to him.

After all, Wu Yi, an eighth-rank master, is here. If Li Changkong is not strong enough, they might all be planted here.

Guessing that Chu Lin and the others were being besieged, Li Changkong was not in a hurry to get out.

He pulled out Wu Yi's right hand just now, and now the wound on his abdomen is still bleeding.

'System, add some energy. '

Cool air came from all directions, like countless small hands soothing Li Changkong's wound.

Soon, the wound on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"A little bit."

Li Changkong opened his eyes and murmured.

The wound on his abdomen hadn't completely healed because it was too big, but it didn't affect his battle anymore.

Standing in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, Li Changkong's eyes flashed with thought.

He didn't go to the door to support, but turned back to the Yunyan room and searched carefully.

"It really is here!"

A gleam of joy flashed in Li Changkong's eyes, and he picked up a piece of blood-soaked leather from behind the table.

When he smashed Wu Yi just now, he saw something flying out in the blood mist.

Items that could not be shattered by Li Changkong's blood rage talent + Bawang's one-word throwing gun style aroused his curiosity.

The leather is about the size of an A4 paper, and some words can be vaguely seen through the blood.

Li Changkong touched it, and the touch was very delicate, as if touching a woman's smooth skin, but he didn't know what kind of animal skin it was made of.

Randomly pulling a piece of white gauze, Li Changkong wiped off the blood on the leather, and wrote three words flying and flying on the top.

"Fish and Dragon Dance."

(End of this chapter)