Hearing Ren Yuan's falling head and suddenly speaking, the young warrior was not too surprised. In the previous battle, Ren Yuan (shēn) showed tenacity under his own slashes, which already showed that his vitality was tenacious. Besides, the severed head opened his mouth, and it was not the first time he had seen it. Ren Yuan was in his heyday and couldn't keep up with his speed, and at this moment, the head of the shēn was not a threat in the eyes of the young samurai.

In the end, the other party is desperate to be cut off by himself, just to deceive himself into landing on his feet?

As soon as he thought of this, the young samurai picked up the Notai sword in his hand and was about to send Ren Yuan on his last journey. Unexpectedly, as soon as I lifted my foot, I felt that something was dead on my ankle. When I looked down, I saw several blood-red ropes silently climbing up along the instep. Lifting his foot and pulling, this blood line showed amazing toughness (xìng), and it was constantly pulling

What he never expected was that Ren Yuan started all his planning in the middle of the way, just to get his feet on the ground. For this reason, don't say that the head is decapitated, even if the head is blown up, it is a completely acceptable price. The young samurai didn't realize what kind of monster he was facing, completely out of the ordinary.

Ren Yuan's body, which fell to the ground, stood up again with a "whew", and the wounds up and down the hun (shēn) seemed to be stirred up and down by a huge mouth. Several strange eyeballs, poking out of the wound, looked at the prey stepping into the trap with malice. At this moment, the samurai realized that the blood thread that wrapped around his foot was flowing from the wound on Ren Yuan (shēn).

"I'm so sorry, I have to admit that I don't have the ability to defeat you head-on with my swordsmanship." A chaotic voice came from Ren Yuan's severed neck cavity, "But I can guarantee that your fatal wound must be a sword wound." ”

"Can you still fight? Very good, sure enough, it didn't disappoint me. The young warrior laughed, "But you don't think you can win me this way, do you?" ”

"I think the winner has already been decided." Ren Yuan was in no hurry to pick up his head, (shēn) had an eyeball wound on it, and viscous blood was still bubbling like a lot of blood and tears. And this blood strengthened the texture of the ground, pushing the blood line on the ground to continue to climb up the samurai (shēn).

The young samurai danced with the sword in his hand like a whirlwind, quickly cutting through the blood lines that spread. Unexpectedly, these thorny restraints did not break in response, but like marshmallow syrup extracted by a grinding wheel, they pulled out the soft and tough silk threads of the tent and shēn, and shēn (in short) refused to break. And Ren Yuan had already soaked a large amount of blood into the soil, and at this moment, he was wrapping around the smooth (luǒ) feet of the samurai from all directions.

Even though these silk threads couldn't pull the young samurai with a strange power at all, they persistently entangled upwards and refused to let go of each other. Soon the samurai discovered that no matter how much he tried to dodge, he would never stop pulling these strange blood lines. There are more inexplicable shackles under his feet, and it is obviously impossible to seize the upper hand in the fight with Ren Yuan.

Before Ren Yuan approached with his sword, the young warrior's face turned cold, and he swung his sword into his calf, abandoning his feet and rolling out. The plain white and loose kimono was also stained with sludge and blood in this roll. Although it is tragic, it is fortunate to avoid the entanglement of these strange blood lines.

However, as an expert who is accustomed to the hand of the golden toad shelling, Ren Yuan has of course also considered the possibility of the other party using this hand. In the previous tossing and turning, although there was no layout in the entire area, it was by no means possible to get rid of it so easily. Before the young samurai could get up (shēn), several blood lines jumped up in the air, continuing to entangle and not give the other party a chance to escape.

At this moment, the blood in Ren Yuan's body had already dried up, and his huge body had shēn'd shēn. A large amount of blood (ròu) is converted into blood flowing out, and the body fluids stacked on top of each other form a resemblance

The slime creature looks like a pool of anthropomorphic sticky tar. Flowing down the ground towards the young samurai.

The samurai, who had severed his feet, was entangled in more and more blood threads, and could no longer break free, watching the living bloody man pounce on him. Before he could stop it, he was wrapped in thick blood plasma, and the sticky plasma that spread up and down the whole (shēn) quickly shifted to his head, sealing the young samurai's seven orifices without a trace of air.

The young samurai rolling on the ground scratched his hands at his face, trying to tear open the closed film of blood, but the more he struggled, the more blood got into his mouth and nose. Even if you scratch your lips and nose, you still can't breathe fresh air. Seeing that this strange battle is about to usher in the final chapter.

And Ren Yuan, who has hollowed out his shēn blood here, is not as leisurely as it seems. He can be transformed into a liquid life form, but the corresponding life form does not support him to possess complex human organs. This kind of practice of lowering himself to the level of an invertebrate, he naturally refuses to do it. Therefore, important organs and brains are still preserved in the body (shēn) on the ground. Just wait for the battle to be over, and draw back all the blood that was released. Staying in this form for a long time is also a huge burden on himself.

This contest of will and endurance is dangerous for both sides. It's just that the young samurai doesn't know where Ren Yuan's bottom line is. In Ren Yuan's opinion, the young warrior who was clearly at a loss for what to do in front of him was inevitably a little too long.

Ren Yuan, who seemed to have a steady (cāo) victory, found a problem, and he couldn't kill the other party for a long time. The strenuous exercise would have greatly accelerated the consumption of oxygen, but the strange warrior who was scratching and rolling wildly in front of him had been stuffed by himself for nearly half an hour. Observing the other person's movements, there is still no feeling of exhaustion. The head that was pasted into a blood gourd shook wildly, trying to get rid of the annoying blood plasma. Although Ren Yuan didn't feel that the other party still belonged to the category of human beings, the scene in front of him really made him a little frightened. If I drag it out any longer, I'm afraid that I won't be able to stay up and withdraw first.

Seeing that the other party was struggling violently, rolling farther and farther away from him all the way to the stream, it became more and more difficult to maintain this long blood line. Ren Yuanbu (jìn) regretted that he didn't let the body follow the other party first, so he threw all the blood out too quickly. Even though it wasn't too difficult to regenerate a body, he didn't spend a whole day here. Just as he was struggling with whether to extract some of the blood and let the long dry (shēn) body breathe a sigh of relief, the young samurai's movements finally slowed down.

After all, he didn't have the ability to switch to an anaerobic creature, and although this tug-of-war lasted for more than half an hour, it inevitably came to an end. Just when Ren Yuan thought that if he held on a little longer, he would be able to end this battle. The young warrior, who had nothing to do, stretched out his fingers and slashed through his throat, and the trachea that was instantly exposed gave him a big sigh of relief. It was this tone that completely broke Ren Yuan's calculation that he wanted to end the battle.

The young samurai, who had regained his vitality, finally rolled to the side of the filthy stream of blood. Fighting the last of his strength, he plunged headlong into the stream. As soon as he came into contact with Ren Yuan, he noticed this stream, strongly pulling and assimilating his own blood, revealing indescribable evil (xìng) and weirdness. Ren Yuan didn't dare to mix his blood into the stream that was full of evil (xìng), so he had to let go of the other party unwillingly, allowing the young warrior to sink to the bottom of the stream that he didn't know how deep.

The re-control body pressed back to the skull, and Ren Yuan examined the whole (shēn), all of which were inconsequential skin wounds, all of which healed quickly at a speed visible to the eye. After the other party falls, it is still unknown whether he will be dead or alive. Carrying his sword to the stream, he examined it for a long time, and finally decided to venture down to take a look...

"When will he be able to send the signal?" The young man who sat with his arms crossed and reclined with an impatient look on his face, "The military has already completed the encirclement ten minutes ago, how long does he have to grind?" ”

"What's the hurry, Brother Ren must be exploring the terrain. The academic faction has the power of the government behind it, and there must be a large number of defensive weapons on the island. If you attack rashly, I am afraid that you will suffer huge losses. Wu Xinwan glanced at the young man and taught earnestly, "You have to learn more from Brother Ren, he is a very, very, very old senior in the Xiaolong Brigade." You see, he usually doesn't seem to be very reliable, but he is actually an elite with a lot of experience and has performed countless dangerous missions. When you're usually fine, don't keep arguing with him, but learn more from him. You are a rising star with high hopes from the top, and you will grow into ..."

"Okay, okay, I got it." Hurt Liunian covered his ears tightly, and couldn't stand Wu Xinwan's preaching. He knew that the reason why the young Long Mu in front of him was babbling at this moment was because she was actually very nervous under the disguise of being calm. I'm just relying on preaching to divert my attention. Of course, what annoyed him more was Wu Xinwan's attitude of stepping on one at the moment, and he couldn't bear the injury and said back

"Yes, he's a very, very, very old senior, and you're an uncle who likes very, very, very old men. No, this should be called mummy control. ”

"You!" Wu Xinwan was robbed of the sentence of the injured year, and she didn't catch her breath, and she choked on the next sentence in her mouth for a long time and couldn't say it. It's like a samurai who was covered with blood by Ren Yuan, and almost suffocated to death on the spot

"Little Red Guy, what are you talking about?" After eating the injury and snatching the white, even if Wu Xinwan was good-tempered, she was also angry

"I didn't say anything, I just think your (xìng) fetish is weird enough."

"I don't like him again!"

"I just said you mummified him, did I say you liked him?" Hurt Liunian sneered, and the more he spoke, the more energetic he became, "Anyway, when your grandfather was serving in the Ministry of Disasters, he was an old-timer, right?" ”

"I'm angry." Wu Xinwan said with a cold face

A teenager who realizes that he is a little excessive.,Not yet old enough to coax girls.。 Still refusing to take the lead in giving in, muttering to divert the topic, "He has been gone for so long and hasn't given instructions for the next step, maybe he was arrested by the other party." ”

"No, it won't." Wu Xinwan's eyes were full of anger, and he didn't want to pay attention to the sad year, and said in a muffled voice after a long silence: "If he encounters a danger that cannot be solved, he will definitely send a message to ask us to withdraw!" ”

When Ren Yuantan stirred the stream that emitted a strong smell of blood, and made the final preparations for entering the water, the water surface in front of him suddenly changed. There was a violent surge, and the young samurai walked out of the stream step by step, holding a long knife and a cross spear in his hand. The original plain white kimono was dyed as scarlet as blood by the stream, and two long knives were stuck in the broken calves, like stepping on funny stilts. But no one who sees this scene in front of them can make a sense of wanting to laugh (qíng).

The face that had been torn by his own hands, the torn skin of the face kept rolling and moving with heavy gasps, leaking out the muscles (ròu) that were raised by the cheekbones below. Shoulder-length hair was twisted together in a mess, dripping with a dark red liquid that I don't know if it was a stream or blood. The young samurai, who was originally handsome and elegant like a light lotus, is now like a big red poppy that has been trampled on, exuding a bewitching ugliness.

The pure and warm eyes of the young warrior had been completely dyed with hysterical madness, like a terrifying person burning with the flames of hell. The pain and pleasure of the face (qíng) twisted and twisted, and the throat with a hole in it rattled and hissed like a wild beast

"Now, let's play the second game!"