After the immortal disappeared

How come the smell of blood wafts out of people who die in illusions?

He Lingchuan didn't need him to remind him, and he slid past, and then he 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 is an illusion, this place is actually a barren mountain and wild land with sparse vegetation and trees that cannot stand upright. 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 a double-double. Neither of them needed to ventilate, and they rushed forward with blood-stained weapons in their hands.

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 coming to deliver food. The blade almost hit He Lingchuan's head before he reached out to his waist and revealed Fu Sheng.

This knife 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. When it first sees the light of day, the sword energy at that moment is the most powerful. If you can control 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 for him to realize it.

On the battlefield, only sword skills are ever-changing and must be mastered depending on the time and situation.

On that side, Fu Shanyue also slowly pulled out the water-splitting thorn from the enemy's throat.

He took advantage. The man turned his head to avoid He Lingchuan's sleeve arrow, but he bullied him forward and stabbed him in the throat.

Wounded soldiers must have clever ways to play with wounded soldiers.

He looked at He Lingchuan again and couldn't help but grit his teeth. The unlucky guy who was slashed diagonally 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 the flesh and blood of prey." 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 able to pretend to be 13, but they turned out to be poor people who couldn't even get 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 flesh and blood essence of living people 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 did not know that these demons used "mutton sheep" to refer to "edible living people." He shook his head: "You underestimate magic. How can the flesh and blood essence of a dozen or dozens of people prevent Fu Shanji's injuries from worsening?"

Otherwise, Wen Daolun, Zhong Shengguang and even General Red would not be helpless.

After Wen Yun was stabbed, it didn't even take 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 them, right?

But it is an indisputable fact that the Shimen Caravan is in crisis. It is inconvenient for Chiyan people to take action in Tongluo County, but why should they not dare to do so in a deserted 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 had time to blow, Fu Shanyue waved his hand to stop him: "Don't blow, 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 felt that life and death were at stake, so he might not attack them yet, but as soon as the police whistle sounded, it might get 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 by himself, and rolled right behind a tree as thick as a bowl of ocean.

This tree could only be called a small tree elsewhere, but in this valley it was already considered a big one among the dwarfs, but its shadow was so narrow that it couldn't hide people 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, the tense state is likely to be discovered by enemies preparing to ambush.

But 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 towards his face.

Feng Conghu was absolutely right.

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 stepping on it.

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.

It turns out that it thought that to capture the thief first, capture the king. The target was not Shi Er but him.

Does this count as focusing on 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 took off with his last run and lunged 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 swept across the fan-shaped area in front, and the weeds, mud and sand on the ground were blown away in an instant. The powerful sound waves directly attack the brain and heart of the prey, causing the opponent's atrium to contract sharply, causing dizziness, tinnitus, body stiffness, limb weakness, severe heart pain, 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, bleeding from all its 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 a lot of tigers, leopards and lions had been killed in the past few years, and everyone liked to roar like this before attacking. Therefore, before Uncle Da could speak, he moved the soul-absorbing shield forward and entered a "stubborn" state.

This magical power was originally used latently, causing the user's body acupoints to be closed and the breath blocked.

In other words, He Lingchuan in this state is no different from Stubborn Stone. No matter how powerful Uncle Da's tiger roar was, it couldn't reach his ears and couldn't 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 that were brewed for a long time were the most lethal, and the rest would be the most lethal. Weakened quickly. I think this tiger is almost the same.

Uncle Da's first scream was ineffective, so he directly raised his claws and slapped his temple with a palm.

The strength of an ordinary tiger's palm is about two thousand kilograms, but 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 was 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 might be 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 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% physical damage back. Uncle Da's slaps were blocked for more than a dozen times, so even if he suffered more than a dozen rebound damage, the accumulation would be too much, and even if it has rough skin and thick flesh, it would still be uncomfortable.

It's like it tried its best to give itself a big slap 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 bunch, dazzling in the tiger's eyes.

Dazzling! Uncle Da subconsciously tilted 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 to look at He Lingchuan's position!