Chen Ying smiled faintly: "The divine bones can't protect you." He lifted his leg and kicked the back of the neck on the stone. The stone that had been struggling was lying on the ground with a thud, motionless, and I didn't know if it was dead or fainted.

Chenying stepped on the big head of the stone and walked in front of Mowgli, looking at Mowgli's chest with a fierce gaze. "Because, you can't keep the bones. ”

Wuji put his hand into the placket, touched the divine bone hanging on his chest, and crooked his mouth: "Do you want to rob it?"

"Yes, what can you do to me?"

"I've always been the only one who robbed people, and no one could rob me. Wuji slowly withdrew his hand and suddenly shook it hard. "You can't either!"

A dark shadow flew out, panting against the wall.

Chenying jumped out, stretched out his hand easily, and grabbed the thing thrown by Wuji in the air, so fast that people couldn't believe their eyes. He smiled slightly: "Just throw it away?"

Wuji ignored him, tilted his neck, stuffed the divine bone hidden in the palm of his hand into his mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp.

The divine bone is an inch square, and it is not big in the palm of the hand, but it is indeed not easy to swallow, and I almost choked and rolled my eyes.

What was thrown out was only the jade card, and the real divine bone was held in the palm of his hand, and when Chen Ying went to grab the jade card, he threw the divine bone into his mouth. He knew very well that even if he had a divine bone to protect him, he was not Chenying's opponent. Chenying could have snatched the bones and then tore him to pieces.

As long as he swallows the divine bone into his stomach, he can keep the divine bone. Keeping the divine bones, he has the possibility of fighting with Chenying.

Although there is psychological preparation. Wuji still felt that his throat was hot, and there was a strong sweet smell, and his throat was probably scratched by the divine bones.

Chenying looked at the jade plaque in his hand. Looking at Wuji, whose face was distorted, he knew that he had been fooled, he was furious, threw the jade plate on the ground, stepped forward, grabbed Wuji's neck, and pushed Wuji against the wall. Said viciously: "Do you think that if you swallow the divine bones, I won't be able to kill you?"

Wuji suddenly felt as if his neck was locked by an iron lock and he couldn't breathe. Not to mention being able to speak.

He wasn't worried, though. With the Divine Bone Protector, it was difficult for Tataka to choke his neck and cause physical damage. At most, just squeezing his trachea. Don't let him breathe.

However, he could have already breathed without his mouth and nose. Back in the days of Tenneyama, he could breathe through the guò skin. Chenying can strangle his neck, and even cover his mouth and nose, can he still seal all his skin?

Wuji leaned his back against the wall, his feet dangling in the air, but he looked at Chenying with a sneer.

Chenying was a little overwhelmed for a moment. He has pushed his opponents against the wall countless times. This has not happened to me. The opponent is not only not nervous, but also does not struggle desperately. Instead, he looked at him with a sarcastic expression, even with the pride of a victor.

Shouldn't he have used all his strength to break his hands, his face flushed and purple, until he finally suffocated to death?

Chen Ying was furious, and the fingers that grabbed Wuji's neck were forced, and the tighter and tighter they became, and the other hand was pinched into a claw and slashed towards Wuji's chest and abdomen.

A glimmer of light flashed, Wuji's placket was torn open, and countless golden tickets were scattered, like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, but his body was unharmed, and not even a trace was left. The divine bone that he swallowed in his belly played a role, turning Tataka's attack into nothingness.

Chenying was furious and swung his claws again, trying to tear open Wuji's body and take out the divine bones.

Once again, he failed.

Mowgli's neck was choked by Chenying, and he couldn't speak at all. But his eyes were calm, there was no trace of panic, and there was even some smugness. Chenying was seen by his eyes, and his face turned blue, as if it was not Wuji who was choked by the throat, but himself.

Chenying sneered, and used all the strength of his body on his fingers, wanting to strangle Wuji's neck.

A series of glimmers of light flashed continuously, dissolving Chenying's efforts one by one.

The ridicule in Wuji's eyes was even stronger. He even leisurely crossed Erlang's legs, as if he was not being pushed against the wall, but sitting on a chaise longue. He raised his right hand, picked his nose, pulled out a small grain of boogers, looked at it with relish, and flicked his fingers, right in front of Chenying.

Chenying was furious, reached out to wipe off his nose, and grabbed Wuji's wrist with his backhand and pressed it against the wall.

Mowgli didn't struggle, and stretched out his left hand again, picking his nose in an exaggerated posture. When Chen Ying saw it, he was so angry that he couldn't cry or laugh, and without waiting for Wuji to flick his nose on his face, he grabbed Wuji's wrist again. His palms are very large, his strength is great, and his single palm locks Wuji's wrists, which is still more than enough.

Wuji pursed his lips disdainfully, his lips moved, and he spat out a mouthful of saliva "poof".

The two of them were close at hand, Mowgli was condescending, Chenying couldn't avoid it, he was sprayed by Mowgli, he tilted his head involuntarily, and closed his eyes.

This situation is definitely not the outcome he wants. What he wants is to strangle Mowgli's neck, or peel his belly, take out the divine bones, and then tear him to shreds.

He pressed Mowgli against the wall, not to make it easier for Mowgli to spit on his face.

Chen Ying was so angry that the blue tendons on his forehead were exposed, and his temples were pounding.

Linghu Minzhi on the side was also dumbfounded, not knowing how to describe the situation in front of him. What's going on, Mowgli doesn't seem to have the consciousness of life and death, and he is still in the mood to do disgusting things like picking his nose and spitting. What did he think it was, a child fight?

At this moment, he saw a little cold light passing through Chenying's forehead, and he couldn't help but shrink his eyes.

The bulging green tendons on Chenying's forehead were cut by a blade the size of a fingernail, and a bloody arrow shot out, spraying Wuji's head and face.

Chenying also felt something strange, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Wuji.

Wuji sneered and looked sarcastic.

Before Tataka could understand, a cold light passed in front of his left eye, and his eyes suddenly turned red, and then turned into boundless darkness.

Immediately afterwards, the right eye also lost its light.

He let go of Mowgli and took two steps back, waving one hand in front of him and covering his eyes with the other.

He felt the blood all over his face. Hot blood, pouring from his forehead, gurgled from his eyes. It ran down his cheeks, staining his face red in an instant, and wetting the hem of his clothes.

He stumbled, screaming in horror, waving his palms and tearing everything he touched to shreds.

Ling Hu Minzhi looked at Chenying who suddenly went crazy in disbelief, and then looked at the slow climb from the ground. A silent Mowgli.

Between Wuji's fingers, a nail-like blade flashed silver, flying up and down. It's like a butterfly wearing flowers.

It dawned on Hu Minzhi. Wuji used this knife light to cut Tataka's veins and stab him blindly.

Such a weapon cannot even be called a weapon, it can only be called a hidden weapon, and the attack range will not exceed two zhang. For a master like Chenying. To win with such weapons. It's almost impossible. Whether it is eyesight or speed, Tataka has enough ability to avoid and even catch.

However, he was too close to Mowgli, and his reaction time was greatly shortened.

His hands were not idle, one choked Mowgli's neck, the other choked Mowgli's wrists, and he couldn't free his hands at all.

What's more. He was spit on by Wuji, and subconsciously closed his eyes.

Against the enemy. Close your eyes, for a master like Chenying, it is simply impossible in a normal battle. Even if the tip of an enemy's knife was pointed at his eye, he wouldn't blink.

However, in the face of Mowgli's saliva, he closed his eyes.

Because he didn't regard Mowgli as an opponent at all. Although Wuji has a divine bone to protect his body, he can't hurt Wuji. But Wuji was also firmly controlled by him, and he didn't have the power to fight back at all.

All he could do seemed to be spit.

Therefore, Chenying had the upper hand and controlled the whole situation, not worrying about Mowgli's counterattack at all.

It was by taking advantage of this psychology that Mowgli had the opportunity to use the blade as a weapon and stab Tataka in the eye.

In an instant, Ling Hu Minzhi understood the cause and effect, and also understood that Wuji's previous actions that were almost scoundrels were all to provoke Chenying and make him lose his vigilance, all for the last blow.

However, he couldn't figure out how Wuji's hands were controlled by Chen Ying, how did he shoot the blade?

Could it be that with the mouth, the spit is fake, and the real purpose is to shoot the blade?

Ling Hu Minzhi guessed almost everything correctly, and the only thing that he didn't guess correctly was the method of Wuji controlling the blade.

He wouldn't believe it at all, Mowgli was a blade that controlled with his mind.

After a few days of hard practice, Wuji can already use his mind to control the blade, within the range of two zhang, whether it is speed or angle, it is no less than the control of the fingers, even if Jing Sanhu sees it, he will be amazed.

Tatsu Eagle's face was less than three feet away from him, and at such a distance, he could use the mind control blade to cut any of Tatsu Eagle's designated eyelashes, not to mention the eyes and blood vessels.

The difficulty is almost zero.

Mowgli fiddled with the blade, squinted at Chenying, paced unhurriedly, and suddenly bent his fingers.

The blade shot out and swept past Taya's neck, slicing through Taya's major artery.

More blood burst out.

Tataka immediately realized his situation. He roared, and turned into a giant eagle, with feathers like steel.

Mowgli sighed secretly. Chenying is really a master, and at this time, he hasn't messed up yet. He is the seventh order of the Xuan Realm, and when he turns into an eagle form, he has seven lives. He cut the artery in his neck, but he didn't kill him immediately, and when he transformed into an eagle form, even if he didn't stop bleeding, at most it would only be one order down, and it wouldn't be fatal.

Mowgli only has a blade, not a long sword, otherwise, he would stab Chenying in the heart with his sword. Only in this way can he truly kill Tayashi.

At the sixth order of the Xuan Realm, he still has strong enough strength.

However, if he thought that he would be able to leave easily, and even wanted to regain the initiative, then he was wrong.

How could Mowgli give him such a chance again.

"Wood, beat him!"

"Stone, don't lie on your stomach, get up quickly, there is grace and grace, and there is revenge!"

(To be continued......)

PS: I recommend my old friend's new book "Doctor Catches the World".

The nameless Xiaolangzhong walked into the lonely city, and began to survive step by step during the Jingkang period.

He is known by those close to him as "a genius boy", "a genius who enters and exits", and "a miracle doctor who rejuvenates his hands". He was also insulted by hostile people as "Cao Mengde today", "vicious Langzhong", "a splash who can only play rogue tactics", and "a thief catches his head". What others say, Liu Xing is just a five-element self-element.

A Lang Zhong and a fast catcher, but in the troubled times, the Mongols continued to be strong, made them march westward in advance, slaughtered the Jurchens, and let the Manchus not appear hundreds of years later, swept away the Western Xia, wiped out the party and the royal family, but retained the civilization that should have been lost.