Chapter 422 The Interweaving of Illusion and Reality

How can a person who died in an illusion smell bloody?

He Lingchuan didn't need him to remind him. He slid over and saw a Shimen caravan worker cut by the neck and another stabbed in the chest.

The short cry was made before he died.

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 workers shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a hollowed-out sack or dried plums squeezed dry.

Although there was an illusion, this was actually a barren mountain with sparse vegetation and could not stand up. So when He Lingchuan saw the two Chiyan people committing the crime, the other party also saw him.

Killing two is killing, killing four is just two pairs. The two of them didn't need to breathe, and rushed up with blood-stained weapons.

He Lingchuan raised his hand and shot a hidden arrow at the man on the right, and then he rushed towards the enemy on the left.

The opponent was so aggressive that he thought he was delivering food. The blade was about to cut He Lingchuan's head, and he stretched his hand to his waist and showed Fu Sheng.

The knife was ready to go, and it was sheathed in less than half a second after reflecting the moonlight in the sky.

With a "clang" sound, the opponent was cut into two parts with the knife.

To this day, He Lingchuan has begun to explore the accumulation of knife momentum, which is the so-called sword-drawing style. The precious sword has been sheathed for a long time, and when it sees the light of day, the knife energy at that moment is the most fierce, and you can defeat the enemy by controlling it well.

There is also such a special move in the wave slash, and He Lingchuan is now using the "Jinghong Slash". Before the Battle of Han River, he killed too few people and was slow to comprehend it.

On the battlefield, only the sword method is changeable, and it must be mastered according to the time and situation.

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

He took advantage of this, and this guy just turned his head to avoid He Lingchuan's sleeve arrow, so he was bullied and stabbed in the throat.

The wounded soldiers should be attacked in their own way.

He looked at He Lingchuan again and couldn't help but grin. The unlucky guy who was slashed obliquely was clearly blessed with Yuanli, but he was still no match for He Lingchuan.

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

Fu Shanyue wiped the blood on the weapon on the corpse, picked out two red beads from the wound of the dead guy with the tip of the thorn.

These two beads are the culprits who sucked them dry.

"These are blood beads, beads used to collect the essence of the prey's flesh and blood." Fu Shanyue chuckled twice, "No wonder."

"What's no wonder?" He Lingchuan squatted down and searched the two Chiyan people, taking away everything he liked.

These two guys looked like they were good at pretending, but they turned out to be poor and couldn't even get a hundred taels of silver on them.

Bah, a poor man when alive, a poor ghost when dead.

Fu Shanyue knew that he was not a decent person when he saw how vicious he was when picking up corpses.

"They are probably collecting the blood and flesh essence of living people to extend Fu Shanji's life and delay his death." He smiled maliciously, "In this case, two people are not enough. Your team is being targeted as mutton."

He Lingchuan didn't know that these ba used "mutton" to refer to "edible living people". He shook his head: "You underestimate the magic. How can the blood and flesh essence of a dozen or dozens of people delay the worsening of Fu Shanji's injuries?"

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

After Wen Xing was stabbed, he didn't even last three hours.

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

There are all kinds of wonders in the world. Since there are magic arts, there should be ways to deal with them, right?

But it is an indisputable fact that the Shimen caravan is in crisis. It is not convenient for the Chiyan people to take action in Tongluo County, but what are they afraid of in the abandoned city in the wilderness?

He Lingchuan took out the whistle from the waiter.

This whistle is used for warning. Once it is blown, everyone will rush back to Shi Er, the leader.

But before He Lingchuan had time to blow it, Fu Shanyue waved his hand to stop him: "Don't blow it, otherwise Shi Er and Taozi will be in trouble immediately!"

Shi Er, the leader, and the little witch boy are still in the abandoned armory, and Uncle Da is opposite!

Uncle Da feels that he has life and death in his hands. He may not take action against them now, but as long as the whistle sounds, he may suddenly attack and hurt people.

Catch the thief and the king. As long as Shi Er is captured, the whole caravan will inevitably be in chaos.

He Lingchuan thought it was right, so he had to put away the whistle and rush back.

The two hurriedly ran for more than 20 steps, and He Lingchuan suddenly said: "Be careful, Uncle Da is coming here."

Fu Shanyue was immediately frightened.

He had suffered several losses under He Lingchuan's remote surveillance ability, and knew that his warning would not be aimless, so he said: "Walk slowly."

Fu Shanyue rolled outward and rolled behind a tree as thick as a bowl.

This tree can only be called a small tree in other places, but it is already a big one among the short ones in this valley, but its shadow is narrow and thin, and it can't hide anyone at all.

But Fu Shanyue rolled like this and hid in the shadow of the tree.

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

Maybe it's some kind of escape technique?

If I passed by here without knowing it, I probably wouldn't have noticed it.

If this guy didn't have a few good escape skills, how could he be at ease in the face of Uncle Da and the fierce encirclement of the Chiyan people?

He Lingchuan adjusted his breathing and relaxed his muscles. Otherwise, the tense state might be discovered by the enemy preparing to ambush.

But he soon saw the figure of a tiger in front of him:

Uncle Da is coming.

It was running towards here with all its strength.

“…” You’re too lazy to even pretend to ambush? He Lingchuan was slightly embarrassed.

However, the land here is vast and the vegetation is sparse, and the absurdly bright moonlight makes it impossible for living things to hide. Uncle Da may not want to waste this effort.

Thirty feet away, it’s just two legs away, and He Lingchuan felt a strong wind blowing in his face.

The wind comes from the tiger, it’s absolutely right.

The tiger’s figure even dragged a residual shadow in the air. In terms of speed, the tiger couple that He Lingchuan encountered in Sanxinyuan were not even worthy of being its stepping stone.

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 believed with his spiritual perception that this guy was far more threatening than other humans in the caravan, so he rushed to do it himself.

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

Is this considered to attach importance to the enemy in strategy, but despise the opponent in tactics? He Lingchuan didn't know what to say, but Uncle Da didn't intend to say a word to him. He took advantage of the last run and jumped up, and pounced on him with a claw.

This was accompanied by a low roar.

The roar of a tiger is naturally shocking. Most tigers will strengthen this talent after they become demons, and Uncle Da is no exception. This low roar swept across the fan-shaped area in front, and the weeds and mud on the ground were blown away. The powerful sound waves directly attacked the prey's head and heart, causing the opponent's atrium to contract sharply, causing dizziness, tinnitus, body stiffness, limb weakness, severe pain in the heart, etc., and even ordinary prey can be shocked to the point of breaking the brain.

It had killed a person on the way here. Before it even used its claws, the opponent was directly roared to death by it, and blood flowed from all seven orifices when he fell to the ground.

People 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. He had killed many tigers, leopards and lions in the past few years, and everyone liked to roar like this before attacking. Therefore, he moved the soul-catching shield forward before Uncle Da opened his mouth, and entered the "stubborn" state.

This magical power was originally used for lurking, which made the user's acupoints all over the body closed and the breath blocked.

In other words, He Lingchuan who entered this state was no different from a stubborn stone. No matter how powerful Uncle Da's tiger roar was, it could not reach his ears or stimulate his heart, lungs and brain.

And the slight physical attack generated by the sound waves was 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 emitted after a long brewing period were the most lethal, and the rest would weaken quickly. I think this tiger is similar.

Uncle Da's first roar was ineffective, so he directly raised his claws and slapped him on the temple.

The palm of an ordinary tiger has a force of about 2,000 kilograms, but Uncle Da's palm has tripled, and can easily smash a person's 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 cutting meat and bones, it also provides disembowelment.

He Lingchuan raised his shield to meet it, and after blocking it twice, he felt his arms trembling. It was much more difficult than fighting Meng Shan, and he couldn't help but be secretly shocked by the power of the tiger monster.

Uncle Da shot left and right more than a dozen times, but they were all blocked by the shield, making a sharp sound.

But He Lingchuan was also hit back by it. Even if this monster stood up to attack, its two hind legs could provide strong driving force.

Uncle Da's attack was amazingly fast, and ordinary warriors' eyesight could not keep up. If He Lingchuan missed a hit, he might be suddenly pounced on by it and his trachea would be torn open...

Of course, the Fu Sheng Knife was not idle, but Uncle Da's perception of danger was too strong, and he never confronted this magic weapon head-on.

It's easy to say, but He Lingchuan confronted this tiger head-on, just like facing the stormy waves. The opponent's attacks were endless, and he couldn't get the upper hand in terms of momentum or attack frequency.

This thing is really fierce, otherwise Fu Shanyue would not be beaten half to death by it.

Then Uncle Da got impatient and bent his claws to hook the shield.

This shield is the second form of the soul-catching mirror, which has about 10% physical damage. Uncle Da was blocked by more than a dozen palms, so he suffered more than a dozen rebound damages. The accumulation is too much, even if it is thick-skinned, it will be uncomfortable.

It's like it tried its best to slap itself in the face.

Why is it so hard to kill a person?

But at this moment, the floating knife tilted, and the moonlight reflected at this angle became doubly bright, and gathered into a beam, dazzling in the eyes of the tiger.

Dazzling! Uncle Da subconsciously tilted his head.

Not only that, this light was like a laser, shooting directly at the illusory wall of Qianxing 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 up the city wall.

Looking around the city, there were enemies everywhere, but the blood of his own soldiers had already flowed.

The last guard on the top of the city was also bitten to death by the jackal monster, and the blood on his neck splattered three feet, as if it was the last pause for this long and hopeless struggle.

King Yuan sighed and was about to draw his sword to commit suicide, but Fu Sheng's knife light arrived and shone directly on his face.

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