Chapter 10 Slashing the Dragon River

The rain is pattering and misty!

The thunder and lightning struck the air, and the lingering sound rumbled, as if it wanted to break the dark sky and make the light reappear!

"Longhe, you're not dead?!" Wutian raised his head, pushed aside the wet hair on his forehead, his black jewel-like eyes, filled with endless grief, a ray of murderous intent crazily emerged from the depths, his voice was bone-chilling cold.

If it wasn't for the person in front of him, grandpa wouldn't die, neither would the villagers, and the village wouldn't be annihilated. Everything was caused by him!

Long He didn't speak, he was controlled by Huo Shi, and now he is just a puppet, a walking corpse, his consciousness no longer exists, only his body remains, even cutting a piece of meat or breaking a piece of bone will not cause him pain, and he will be unconscious!

"What good has the world of fire given you? It is worth betraying the villagers who have been with you for more than ten years. Dozens of villagers died tragically, and they died without a whole body. They died with nothing to rest in peace. Where is your conscience?!"

At this moment, Wutian has been dazzled by anger, he didn't notice the strangeness of Longhe, seeing his expression is cold, walking step by step, he just thinks that he is obsessed with greed and stubborn, and his killing intent is even worse.

Gently put the bones in his arms on the ground, as if caring for a baby, the movements are very gentle, this is the only thing left by grandpa, the proof of existence, and cannot be damaged.

"Grandpa, Longhe is the first one. Grandson beheaded him to be buried with you. No, he is not qualified to be buried with him. He is only worthy of being eaten by wild beasts." Wutian carefully wiped the water stains and black ash on the bones. To behead this devoid of conscience!

Xiaotian was lying on his head, his long and narrow eyes were hostile to the opposite side, fierce and eager to try, the last time Longhe drove Wutian into the cliff, so far it still remembers that this person is the target of killing.

Wutian stopped it and didn't let it take action, because this was his battle, a battle on behalf of everyone in Long Village, he wanted to behead this man for the dead villagers and grandpa, and pay homage to the souls of the tragic death!

"boom!"

Stepping out with one step, mud and water splashed in all directions, and several holes were cracked on the ground washed by the rain. With the help of this penetrating force, Wutian bounced up, the energy in his body rolled, his five fingers clenched into a fist, and with a clicking sound, it emitted white light.

As soon as he made a move, Wutian used his energy to wrap his fist, and his power increased greatly.

He had no choice but to do this. First, Longhe's cultivation was too high. Although one arm was abolished, in terms of actual combat experience, he couldn't compare with it. This made Wutian very afraid. Second, the blood feud of his grandfather and the tragic scene in the village made his heart so angry that he almost lost his mind. He only knew how to do his best to kill the person in front of him.

The brilliance of the fist flowed like a small moon, releasing astonishing fierceness. Wutian swooped down, blasting away with fury. In this place, the rain was evaporated, and he had already exerted his power to the peak!

Long He stood there with no emotions, no heartbeat, his breath was like that of a dead person, without a trace of life, his empty eyes were like two black holes, very scary.

At this time, he moved, very fast, like a ghost, he came in an instant, raised his big blue hand, no energy gushed out, and only relying on the strength of his body, he touched his fist.

There was no terrible air wave rolled up, but Wutian retreated again and again, leaving inch-deep footprints on the ground, his body was shaken, his feet exerted force, deep in the mud, and barely stabilized his figure.

He was terrified, the difference in realm really cannot be made up by external force, Longhe has already disabled one hand, but his strength is still so strong, and he didn't use his energy, to such an extent, he punched him, but he didn't move at all, it was really scary !

"Only one hand can be used, no fear!"

Wutian's figure moved again, his feet didn't touch the ground, and he rushed away. The palm of his hand was like a knife, and the light bloomed like a moonlight, making him extremely sacred.

Fighting with many monsters for a month, fleeing for his life is a common thing, so his speed has increased a lot. At this moment, the results of this penance are finally displayed.

Long He looked like a god of death, with indifferent eyes, looking at the rushing figure, he uttered two blunt words: "Catch alive!"

"Catch me alive?! You want to capture me alive? To capture me alive for the sake of the world of fire? You... are really insane and hopeless." Wutian was furious, and the energy in the sea of ​​energy was tumbling, like a tide, surging out.

With a furious palm, he directly slapped Longhe's face, the energy gushed out and the light shone brightly, like a piece of magical soldiers passing by, this place became an empty area, the rain stopped falling, and stagnated in the sky.

Taking a step back, Long He crossed his legs, drew a trajectory, and avoided it calmly, then spread his five fingers like eagle claws, and grabbed Wutian's head, swiftly and ferociously!

"Master ordered to capture him alive." He murmured, changed his posture, and grabbed Wutian's shoulder, intending to capture him alive.

People trained as puppets don't have consciousness, they only know how to obey the master's orders and act according to the instructions, but in this way, Wutian has plenty of time to escape and fight back.

At this moment, Wutian turned his body slightly, avoiding the attack dangerously, and then the palm with the flowing energy was terrifyingly sharp, and he slashed away with his backhand.

With a "bang", Wutian staggered and took a few steps back. This palm really hit Long He's armpit, he wanted to use up his hand as well, then his strength would be greatly reduced and it would be much easier to kill him.

But he was very surprised, the palm blade wrapped in essence can penetrate gold and crack stones, but Longhe's arm is like cast of fine steel, it is hard to shake, and there is a kind of coldness on the skin.

This kind of coldness is not the coldness when it rains in the cold winter, but it is like ice, cold to the touch, and even has a creepy feeling!

This, only the dead can do this, is it possible that Longhe is already dead?

Wutian pulled back the wet hair in front of his forehead, carefully inspected Longhe's physical condition, and finally his complexion changed, and he saw the clue. His eyes are empty, his expression is dull, his chest is not beating, and he is not breathing, which means that the person in front of him is dead, the soul no longer exists, and the rest is just an empty shell.

"Being controlled and trained as a puppet?!"

Regarding this kind of puppet technique, there is a record in the animal skin scroll, which uses powerful cultivation to erase the soul of others, turning it into a vain body, which is no different from a dead person.

This kind of practice is very cruel, and generally few people will do it, unless it is cruel and heinous.

This kind of technique is actually similar to Wutian's control of the swallowing frog, but one is that the consciousness and soul are present, and the actions are as usual. A living dead person cannot be reincarnated even after death.

"Roar!"

Not allowing him to think too much, Longhe roared like a beast, his empty eyes flashed a strange brilliance, his feet stepped on the ground violently, his arms spread out, like a roc spreading its wings, it landed on him In front of him, he clapped his palm away.

This palm has neither dazzling light nor domineering aura, it is very ordinary, but the space here has stagnated.

Wutian palpitations, he felt a strong crisis, the ordinary palm gave him very heavy pressure!

At this moment, he finally understood why Longhe didn't use his energy, the controlled puppets had no wisdom and could only use their physical strength to attack instinctively.

After thinking about it, his reaction was not slow at all. When the palm approached, Wutian bent his knees and leaned back to avoid the sharp edge.

With a sound of "clang", he drew out the dark dagger at his waist, his energy gushed out and he emitted a blazing awn.

This time, the place where his dagger pierced was still Long He's armpit. He understood that only by disabling his other arm would he be able to win.

"Clang!"

A metal trill sounded, and Wutian was pushed back by a huge force, but there was light in his dark eyes, and drops of black blood dripped from the tip of the dagger, making the dagger a bit more ferocious.

This blow was not ineffective, at least it cut through the hard skin and let the blood flow down.

"Sure enough, he was trained to be a puppet!" Wutian looked at each other coldly. The armpit is a very fragile part of the human body, and the injury must be unbearable pain, but Longhe remained expressionless, and he didn't even move his eyelids. perception.

Wutian felt sad, at the price of betraying the villagers, he turned into a puppet in return. People are not as good as heaven, and Longhe probably would not have imagined that he was already a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, let alone mermaid!

His figure was violent, he circled behind Longhe, the dagger in his right hand gleamed, the sharp edge stabbed directly into the wound under the armpit, and black blood spurted out.

Long He roared, his black hair flew together, like a demon king in the world, fierce and terrifying, he ignored his injuries, and grabbed Wutian's arm violently with his big hand, with a crisp cracking sound, he broke the bone immediately!

"hiss!"

Waves of pain came, Wutian couldn't help taking a breath, holding back the excruciating pain, his veins swelled up, and the energy in his left hand surged like a hammer, and he slammed it down.

Under the huge force, the front part of the dagger went deep, piercing through the entire shoulder, Wutian grabbed the dagger with lightning speed, and spun it with all his strength, his arm fell, and the black blood on the shoulder was like a spring, spurting wildly!

All this happened in an instant, Wutian finally took off Longhe's other hand, although his own arm was also broken and lost his fighting strength, but the goal was achieved, and the dagger couldn't withstand the load and broke in two!

"Ho Ho..."

Roaring again and again, Longhe's face was hideous, not because of the pain, but because he couldn't complete the task assigned by his master for a long time, and became impatient. He kicked up his broken arm and used it as a weapon, sweeping out.

"Damn you!"

Wutian spit out three cold words, advancing instead of retreating, clenched his left hand into a fist and blasted out, with a "bang", his arm burst, blood and flesh flew, he came to him in three steps, his fist shone brightly, illuminating A piece of sky!

This time, his target was Long He's eyes, and now he couldn't kill him with one blow, all the people's weaknesses were chosen, and losing the eyes was tantamount to losing the target, so it was much easier to kill.

The eyes are the most vulnerable. Wutian's blow contained all his strength, and it landed on his right eye accurately. At that moment, black blood spattered and his eyeball exploded. Then he drew his hand and hit his left eye again.

"boom!"

With this blow, Long He's entire eye socket was smashed. Wutian gained power and did not forgive others, he stretched out his index finger, shining brightly, like a peerless sword unearthed, clanging and clanging, it was inserted into his ears, blood spurted out like a fountain.

Both eyes and ears were destroyed in an instant, although Longhe didn't feel anything, as if nothing happened, but losing these two things was no longer a threat, and Wutian gasped for breath.

Although all this seems simple, only the person involved knows how difficult it is to make so many attacks in a short period of time. If it weren't for the previous month's training, he thought he would not be able to do it.