MTL - After the Fairy Disappeared-Chapter 425 Interweaving fantasy and reality

  Chapter 425 The Interweaving of Illusion and Reality

  People who died in the phantom, how could there be **** smell wafting out?

  He Lingchuan didn't need to be reminded, he slid over, and then saw a Shimen caravan clerk was wiped on the neck, and the other was stabbed in the chest.

  The short cry was made before he died.

  The murderers were two Chiyan people.

   While the victim was dripping with blood and his last breath was still alive, they pressed a bead into the wound.

  The bodies of the two guys shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a hollowed out sack, and like dried prunes.

  Although there are illusions, this place is actually a barren mountain and wild land with sparse vegetation, which makes it impossible to stand still. So when He Lingchuan saw the two Chiyan people committing murder, the other party also saw him.

  Killing two is a kill, and killing four is a double-double. Both of them rushed forward holding **** weapons without needing to breathe.

  He Lingchuan raised his hand and shot a sleeve arrow to the person on the right first, and then rammed himself at the enemy on the left.

  The other party was aggressive, thinking that he was coming to deliver food. The blade almost cut to the top of He Lingchuan's head, and he stretched out his hand to his waist, showing his floating life.

   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.

  Only hearing the sound of "Dang", the opponent was chopped into two pieces even with the knife and the person.

  To this day, He Lingchuan has begun to **** for the storage of saber momentum, which is the so-called sword-drawing style. The treasured sword has been kept in its sheath for a long time, and when it sees the sky for the first time, the sword's aura is the most fierce at that moment, and if you control it well, you can defeat the enemy.

   Wave Slash also has such a special move, and what He Lingchuan is using now is "Shocking Slash". Before the Battle of Hanhe, he killed too few people, and it was difficult for him to comprehend.

  On the battlefield, the only knife technique is changeable, depending on the time and situation, it must be mastered.

  That side, Fukuyama Koshiya slowly pulled out the splinter from the enemy's throat.

  He took advantage, this fellow just turned his head to avoid He Lingchuan's sleeve arrow, and was bullied by him, stabbing his throat.

  Wounded soldiers must play tricks with wounded soldiers.

  He looked at He Lingchuan again, and gritted his teeth involuntarily. The unlucky guy who was slashed obliquely was obviously blessed with Yuanli, but he was still not He Lingchuan's single-handed enemy.

   This shows that the strength gap between the two sides is too large.

   Fu Shanyue wiped off the blood on the weapon on the corpse, picked up the thorn, and picked out two red beads from the dead man's wound.

   These two beads are the culprits who sucked them dry.

   "This is a blood bead, a bead used to collect the essence of prey's flesh and blood." Fu Shanyue heheed twice, "No wonder."

   "No wonder?" He Lingchuan squatted down, searched the two Chi Yan people, and took away everything that caught his eye.

   These two goods seem to be able to hold 13, but they turned out to be poor ghosts, who couldn't get together a hundred taels of money.

  Bah, living is a poor man, dead is a poor ghost.

   The more Fu Shan looked at his viciousness when picking up the corpse, the more he knew that this was 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, two people are not enough. Your team is being watched as a mutton sheep." It's on."

  He Lingchuan didn't know that these people used "meat sheep" to refer to "living people who can eat". He shook his head: "You underestimate divine arts too much. How can the flesh and blood essence of a mere dozen or dozens of people prevent Fu Shanji's injury from getting worse?"

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

   After Wen Xun was assassinated, it didn't even last three hours.

  Fu Shanyue shrugged: "Maybe they have some secret technique?"

  The world is full of wonders. There are magic arts, and there should be ways to deal with them, right?

   But it is an indisputable fact that the Shimen caravan is in crisis. It is inconvenient for the Chiyan people to fight in Tongluo County, but why not dare to do it in the deserted suburbs and abandoned cities?

  He Lingchuan pulled out the whistle on the buddy.

   This whistle is for warning. Once it is blown, everyone will rush back to Master Shi Er's side.

  But before He Lingchuan could blow it, Fu Shanyue waved his hand to stop it: "Don't blow it, or Shi Er and Taozi will be in bad luck immediately!"

  Second master Shi and little witch boy are still in the abandoned armory, opposite Uncle Da!

  Uncle Da felt that life and death were at stake, and maybe he hadn't attacked them yet, but as long as the police whistle sounded, it might explode and hurt people.

   To capture the thief and capture the king, as long as Shi Er is taken down, the entire caravan will surely collapse.

  He Lingchuan was right, so he put away his whistle and hurried back.

  The two rushed for more than twenty steps, and He Lingchuan suddenly said: "Be careful, Uncle Da is coming here."

  Fu Shanyue suddenly froze.

  He suffered a few times from He Lingchuan's ability of remote monitoring, and knew that his warning would not be indiscriminate, so he said: "Go slowly."

  Fu Shanyue rolled out by himself, just behind a tree as thick as a bowl of sea.

  This tree can only be called a small tree in other places. In this valley, it is already considered tall among dwarfs, but the narrow and thin shadow can't hide people at all.

  But when Fushan rolled like this, he just hid in the shadow of the tree.

  He Lingchuan took a special look. There was no one behind the tree or on the ground.

   Probably some kind of escapism?

  If you pass by here without knowing it, you probably won't notice it.

  If this guy doesn't have a lot of good escape skills, facing the fierce roundup of Uncle Da and the Chiyan people, can he still be able to handle it with ease?

  He Lingchuan breathed evenly and relaxed his muscles. Otherwise, the tense state is likely to be discovered by the enemy preparing to ambush.

  However, he soon saw the figure of a tiger appearing in front of him:

  Uncle Da is here.

   is letting go of all four legs and galloping here with all its strength.

   "..." Don't even bother to act like an ambush? He Lingchuan was slightly embarrassed.

  However, the land here is sparsely planted, and the moonlight is so bright that it is so bright that there is nowhere for the creatures to hide. Maybe Uncle Da doesn't want to waste this effort.

  The distance of 30 zhang was just two leg lifts for it, and He Lingchuan felt a strong wind blowing towards his face.

  Feng Conghu, there is nothing wrong with that.

  The tiger's figure even dragged an afterimage in the air. In terms of speed, the couple of tigers that He Lingchuan encountered in Sanxinyuan were not worthy of it as a stepping stone.

  Although He Lingchuan had never stood up in the ruins just now, and his sitting posture was lazier than others, Uncle Da still believed with his spiritual sense that this guy was far more threatening than other humans in the caravan, so he came to do it himself.

  It turned out that it thought that the thief should be captured first, and the target was not Shi Er but him.

   Is this considered to value the enemy strategically, but despise the opponent tactically? He Lingchuan didn't know what to say, but Uncle Da didn't plan to say a word to him, and took advantage of the last run to take off, and he swooped up with a claw.

   This was accompanied by a low growl.

  The roar of a tiger is naturally shocking. Most tigers will strengthen this talent after they become monsters, and Uncle Da is no exception. This low growl swept across the fan-shaped area in front of it, and the weeds, mud and sand on the ground were blown away. The powerful sound waves directly attack the prey's brain and heart, causing the opponent's atrium to contract sharply, causing dizziness, tinnitus, body stiffness, weakness of limbs, severe pain in the heart and mouth, etc., and can even shock ordinary prey until their brains are broken.

   On the way here, it had already killed a person, and before it could even use its sharp claws, the opponent was yelled to death by it, bleeding from his orifices when he fell to the ground.

  Those who have never heard the roar of a tiger will never experience the trembling and fear from the soul.

  However, He Lingchuan had expected it for a long time, and killed a lot of tigers, leopards and lions in the past few years. Everyone likes to roar like this before attacking. Therefore, before Uncle Da spoke, he blocked the Soul Shield forward, and he entered the "stubborn" state.

   This supernatural power was originally used for lurking, which makes the user's body acupoints closed and breath blocked.

   In other words, there is no difference between He Lingchuan and the stubborn stone who have entered this state. No matter how powerful Uncle Da's tiger roar was, if it didn't reach his ears, it wouldn't stimulate his heart, lungs and brain.

  The physical attacks generated by the sound waves were blocked by the shield again.

He Lingchuan had observed Elder Liang in Chuanyun Pavilion, and was very curious about the closed formula he practiced. He also asked about it in Panlong City. Weaken quickly. Thinking about it, this tiger is almost the same.

  Uncle Da made a futile first cry, and directly slapped his palm on his temple.

The palm of an ordinary tiger has about two thousand catties of strength, but Uncle Da tripled it, and can easily turn a human head into a rotten watermelon; five curved steel nails are attached to the palm, each of which is more than two inches long. The meat is deboned, and open-cut caesarean service is also provided.

  He Lingchuan raised his shield to meet him, and felt his arms tremble after he blocked it twice. It was much more difficult than fighting Meng Shan, and he couldn't help but be surprised by the power of the tiger demon.

  Uncle Da made more than a dozen bows from left to right, but they were all blocked by the shield, making a harsh and sharp sound.

  But He Lingchuan was also knocked back again and again by it. Even if this monster stands up and attacks, its two hind legs can provide strong driving force.

  Uncle Da's attack is astonishingly fast, the eyesight of ordinary warriors can't keep up, but if He Lingchuan misses a hit, he may be thrown down suddenly by him, tearing the trachea...

  Of course Fushengdao was not idle, but Uncle Da's perception of danger was too strong, and he never confronted this divine weapon head-on.

  It's easy to say, but He Lingchuan's confrontation with this fierce tiger is like facing a stormy sea.

   This thing is really fierce, otherwise Fu Shanyue would not 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-absorbing mirror, and it comes with about 10% of physical damage. Uncle Da was blocked even with more than a dozen palms, so even if he suffered more than a dozen rebound damage, the accumulation is too much, even if his skin is rough and his flesh is thick, he will still feel uncomfortable.

   It's as if it's trying its best to give itself a big hole.

  Why is it so hard to kill someone?

  But at this moment, the Fusheng Knife tilted, and the moonlight reflected from this angle doubled brighter, and gathered together, it dazzled the tiger's eyes.

   Dazzling! Uncle Da turned his head subconsciously.

   Not only that, this light is like a laser, directly hitting the illusory wall of Thousand Stars City.

  At this time, King Yuan was at the end of his road, and the guards around him fell one by one, but more and more enemies climbed to the top of the wall.

  Looking at the top and bottom of the city, there are enemies everywhere, but the blood of our own soldiers has already flowed out.

  The last guard at the top of the city was also bitten to death by the jackal, with blood splattered three feet from his neck, as if it had drawn the last stop for this long and hopeless struggle.

   King Yuan sighed, and was about to draw his sword to kill himself, but the light of Fusheng's sword arrived and shone directly on his face.

  The strong reflection actually made him slightly startled, and turned his head to look at He Lingchuan's position!

  (end of this chapter)