How can a person who dies in an illusion smell of blood waft out?

He Lingchuan didn't need him to remind him, one slid over, and then saw a fellow from the Shimen caravan being wiped on the neck, and the other being stabbed in the chest.

The short cry was made before he died.

The murderers were two Chiyan people.

Taking advantage of the fact that the victim's blood was drenched and his last breath was not gone, they pressed a bead into the wound.

The bodies of the two men deflated at a speed visible to the naked eye, like hollowed out sacks, and like dried plum vegetables.

Although there are illusions, this place is actually a barren mountain and wilderness, with sparse vegetation and cannot be supported. So when He Lingchuan saw the two Chiyan people committing murder, the other party also saw him.

Killing two is killing, and killing four is making two pairs. Neither of them needed to breathe, and rushed forward with blood-stained weapons in hand.

He Lingchuan raised his hand and first gave the person on the right a sleeve arrow, and he hit the left enemy.

The other party was aggressive, thinking that he was delivering food to the door. The blade was about to cut to the top of He Lingchuan's head before he reached out to his waist and showed his life.

This knife was ready to be fired, and it only took less than half a second to reflect the moonlight in the sky before it was sheathed.

only heard the sound of "dang", and the opponent was cut into two pieces with a knife.

Today, He Lingchuan has begun to explore the storage of knife momentum, the so-called knife drawing flow. The treasure knife has been stored in the sheath for a long time, and at first sight, the sword qi at that moment is the most ruthless, and it can be controlled by good control.

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

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

Fu Shan Yue also slowly pulled out the water splitting spur from the enemy's throat.

He took advantage of it, and this guy happened to dodge He Lingchuan's sleeve arrow sideways, and he bullied forward and stabbed his throat.

Wounded soldiers should have the tricky way of playing with wounded soldiers.

He looked at He Lingchuan again and couldn't help but bared his teeth. The inverted frieze eggs that were beheaded obliquely were clearly blessed by Yuan Li, but they were still not the enemies of He Lingchuan Yihe.

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

Fuyama wiped the blood from the weapon on the corpse, and with a thorn point, he 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 gather the essence of the flesh and blood of their prey." Fu Shanyue sighed twice, "No wonder."

"What's the blame?" He Lingchuan squatted down, searched the two Chiyan people, and took away all the things that were eye-catching.

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

Phew, a poor man is alive, and a poor ghost is dead.

The more Fushan looked at the ferocity of his corpse, he knew that this was really not a serious person.

"They are probably collecting the flesh and blood essence of the living to renew Fushan Ji's life and delay his death." He smiled maliciously, "In this way, two people are not enough. Your team is being targeted as a meat sheep."

He Lingchuan didn't know that these charms used "meat sheep" to refer to "edible living people". He shook his head: "You underestimate the divine arts, how can the flesh and blood essence of a dozen or dozens of people delay the deterioration of Fu Shan Ji's injuries?"

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

After Wen Xun was stabbed, he didn't even drag it out for three hours.

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

There are no wonders in the world, there are both divine 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 Chi people to do it in Tongluo County, but what else would they not dare to do in the deserted city?

He Lingchuan flipped out the whistle on the guy's body.

This whistle is for warning, and once it blows, everyone will rush back to Shi Er's side.

But before He Lingchuan could blow, Fu Shanyue waved his hand to stop: "Don't

Blow, otherwise Shi Er and Peaches will be unlucky immediately! 「

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

Uncle Da felt that life and death were in his hands, and he might not have done anything to them now, but as long as the police whistle sounded, it might burst out and hurt people.

Capture the thief and capture the king, as long as Shi Er is taken, the entire caravan will inevitably collapse.

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

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

Fu Shanyue was stunned.

He suffered several losses under He Lingchuan's remote monitoring ability, and knew that his warning would not be untargeted, so he said, "You go slowly."

Fu Shanyue rolled outward by himself, just behind a tree the thickness of a sea bowl.

This tree, which can only be called a small tree everywhere, is already the largest of the short in this valley, but the shadow is narrow and thin and cannot hide people at all.

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

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

Probably some kind of retreat?

If you don't know about passing by here, you probably won't find out.

This guy doesn't have a few good escape skills, can he still be comfortable in the face of the fierce round-up of Uncle Da and Chi Who?

He Lingchuan evens out his breathing and relaxes his muscles. Otherwise, the tense state is likely to be detected by the enemy who is preparing an ambush.

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

Uncle Da is here.

I let go of my legs and gallop here with all my might.

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

However, the land here is vast and sparsely planted, and the ridiculously bright moonlight shines so that there is nothing to hide, and Uncle Da may not want to waste this effort.

The distance of thirty zhang was only the distance of two lifting legs, and He Lingchuan felt that a strong wind was coming.

The wind is from the tiger, and there is nothing wrong with that.

The tiger's figure even dragged an afterimage in the air. In terms of speed, the tiger couple He Lingchuan encountered in Sanxinyuan didn't deserve to be a stepping up.

Although He Lingchuan had never stood up from beginning to end in the ruins, and his sitting posture was lazier than others, Uncle Da still believed that this guy was far more threatening than the other humans in the caravan, so he rushed to do it himself.

It turned out that it thought that the thief would capture the king first, and the target was not Shi Er but him.

Is this a strategic emphasis on the enemy and tactical contempt for the other? He Lingchuan didn't know what to say, but Uncle Da didn't plan to say a word to him, and by the last run, he jumped and pounced on him with a claw.

This was accompanied by a low growl.

The roar of the tiger is naturally shocking, and most tigers will strengthen this talent after cultivating into a demon body, and Uncle Da is no exception. This low roar swept across the fan-shaped area ahead, and the weeds and mud on the ground were carried away at once. The powerful sound wave directly attacks the prey's mind and heart, causing the opponent's atrium to contract sharply, causing dizziness and tinnitus, body stiffness, limb weakness, severe pain in the heart and mouth, etc., and even shocking ordinary prey to the point of breaking the brain.

On the way, it had already killed a person, and before it could use its claws, the other party was directly yelled to death by it, and when it fell to the ground, it bled out.

Those who have never heard the roar of a tiger will never be able to experience the trembling and fear that comes from the soul.

However, He Lingchuan had long expected that there would be a lot of tigers, leopards and lions killed in the past few years, and everyone liked to roar like this before attacking. Therefore, he blocked the Dementor Shield before Uncle Da could speak, and he entered a state of "stubbornness".

This supernatural power was originally used to latent the user's body, so that the user's whole body acupuncture points were closed and the breath was 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 is, it can't reach his ears and stimulate his heart, lungs and brain.

Some of the physical attacks generated by the sound waves were blocked by the shield.

He Lingchuan had observed Elder Liang in the Cloud Pavilion, and was very curious about his cultivation of the mantra of closing, and he also asked in Panlong City, and the reply he received was the first after a long period of brewing

, the second sonic wave is the most lethal, and the rest will be weakened quickly. Thinking about it, this tiger is almost inseparable.

Uncle Da roared to no avail, and directly clawed up, slapping his palm on his temple.

The palm of an ordinary tiger has about two dry catties of strength, and Uncle Da directly tripled, and he can easily slap a person's head into a rotten watermelon; Attached to the palm are five curved steel nails, each more than two inches long, and in addition to cutting flesh and deboning, disembowelment is also provided.

He Lingchuan raised his shield to meet him, and after blocking it twice, he felt that his arms trembled, which was much more difficult than fighting against Monshan, and he couldn't help but be secretly shocked by the power of the tiger demon.

Uncle Da fired his bow left and right more than a dozen times, but all of them were blocked by the shield, making a piercing and sharp sound.

But He Lingchuan was also hit by it and retreated again and again, even if this monster stood up to attack, its two hind legs could provide a strong driving force.

Uncle Da's attack was amazingly fast, and the eyesight of ordinary martial artists couldn't keep up at all, but whenever He Lingchuan missed a hit, he might be slammed down by it and tear open his trachea......

Of course, the floating knife was not idle, but Uncle Da's perception of danger was too strong, and he never collided with this divine soldier.

It's easy to say, but He Lingchuan confronted this tiger head-on, as if facing a stormy sea, the opponent's attacks were endless, seemingly endless, no matter in terms of momentum or attack frequency, he couldn't have the upper hand.

This thing is really fierce, otherwise Fu Shanyue would not have been repaired by it and half dead.

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

This shield is the second form of the Soul Mirror, and it has about 10% physical damage. Uncle Da was even blocked by a dozen palms, so even after eating more than a dozen rebound damages, it accumulated a lot, even if it had rough skin and thick flesh, it was uncomfortable.

It's as if it's doing its best to fan itself in a *** pocket.

Why is it so hard to kill someone?

But at this moment, the floating knife slanted, and the moonlight reflected at this angle doubled brightly, and gathered a bunch, which dazzled into the tiger's eyes.

Glare! Uncle Da subconsciously turned his head to the side.

Not only that, but this light was like a laser, shining straight on the illusory wall of Thousand Star City.

At this time, the king of Yuan had reached the end of his rope, and the guards around him fell one after another, but there were more and more enemies climbing to the top of the city.

Looking at the city and the city, there are enemies in every eye, but the blood of their own soldiers has been shed.

The last defender of the city was also killed by the jackal, and blood splattered from his neck, as if to draw the last stop to this long and hopeless struggle.

King Yuan sighed, and was about to draw his sword to kill himself, but the floating sword light arrived, shining directly on his face.

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