Thriller Paradise Chapter 226: Cang Ling on the Sword (41)

Lingzhongjing, the island of the lake.

Looking up, the sky is as pitch black as ink, and the forest on the island is filled with heavy shadows that look like solid objects.

At this moment, there is a small bell hanging on the top of every tree in the forest. Those bells all glowed with silver shimmer, like a solitary lamp, lighting up the night, creating a weird picture.

"Heh... the expected result." Ling Mo smiled and walked to Feng Bujue, "Now you should understand why the Taoist priest failed to defeat me?"

Feng Bujue covered the wound on his waist, knelt down on the ground, panting heavily, "Hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, this is indeed...the result is expected When he said this, he actually laughed: "I knew from the beginning that your strength is very strong. A magic weapon such as Jingangling that exorcises evil spirits falls into the hands of demons like you, but it is actually used by you. ...Cough..." He coughed out a big mouthful of blood: "You are definitely not waiting for a moment."

Ling Demon is not a little girl anymore. Her body has become the same as an adult, but she is wrapped in black smoke. It can be seen from her figure and voice that she is a female, her voice is about 30 years old, and other characteristics are unknown.

"Huh...Since you already know, why instruct your companion to act separately from you?" Ling Mo smiled: "You said the phrase'run separately and delay as long as possible', right? ?? Or shouted out in front of me."

"Is there anything wrong with my tactics?" Feng Bujue replied while forcibly supporting his body. Stood up from the ground.

Feng Bujue at this time was the end of the battle. Previously, he used death poker with the spiritual gathering technique. Forcing Ling Demon to deal with himself first. Along the way, he fought and retreated. He started and stopped his skills frequently, switched equipment frequently, and used items...Finally, he forcibly smashed a **** road surrounded by the "Evil Ring of Ten Thousand Bells", and even wiped out the magic of the bells. Low blood volume.

But in the face of an SS who is obviously unable to win by challenge alone, his series of actions will have to pay a price. At this moment, Feng Bujue's five bottles of survival value supplements were all used up, and there was no one left in Death Poker. Although his stamina is still one-third left. But the survival value is only 26%, and the status bar also carries the effect of "bleeding".

It can be said that even if Ling Mo didn't give him the final blow, Feng Bujue wouldn't be able to hold it for a few minutes.

Of course, Feng Bujue still has P-500 on his body, but he didn't plan to use it, because he himself felt that the situation in front of him was very likely to fail. 80% of it is a waste.

"If you know my strength from the beginning, you should unite your companions against me, so that you still have a chance to win." Ling Mo responded: "Huh...but you let her and You run separately and want to delay the time? Heh... Do you think that in my territory, the battle will be prolonged. Is it beneficial to you on the contrary?"

"It can't be said to be advantageous." Feng Bujue replied calmly: "I just chose... a fighting method that can win you 100%."

Ling Demon’s figure is slightly stagnant, "Oh? Let me guess... At this moment, do you want to say... You carry some kind of amazing explosives, as long as you die, it will detonate and make me There is no scum left?"

"No." Feng Bujue said: "I just want to tell you that you are poisoned."

"Heh...is this the last joke you made?" Ling Mo sneered.

"The effect of this kind of poison is very weak. From your performance, no matter the moment of poisoning. Or after poisoning, there is no obvious feeling." Feng Bujue said: "If you are in another world like me Passengers, as long as you glance at the'status bar', you will be aware of it, but unfortunately you are not."

"You made up like that, but compared to this, I would rather believe that you will blew up." Lingmo replied with a smile, she obviously still didn't believe it.

"There are two reasons for your confidence. First, you think that as a spirit body, you should be immune to things like'poison'; second, until this second, you still haven't thought of How I poisoned you." Feng Bujue directly broke through the other's thoughts, and went on: "Since I have the winning ticket, I might as well tell you. First of all, I poisoned you, using this ……"

Feng Bujue said, showing the [Goblin gas mask], "When I was tied to a wooden stake to talk to you, you were already poisoned. This is called a'poison attribute attack'. We are different. A method unique to travelers in the world. You should also be aware that the weapons on our bodies, as long as they are not purely physical attacks, can be effective against spirits like you." He said, turning the facial equipment into a concealment. "It's like the submachine gun I used to shoot you before. Those bullets have no effect on you, but the flames that are triggered occasionally can hurt you, right?"

At this moment, the bells on the surrounding trees began to shake, and some even fell from the trees. This is the best proof that their owners have shaken.

"You have been chasing me for too long, even if exercise will not aggravate the toxins in your body, I think after this hour and seven minutes (Feng Bujue still calculated the time during his escape)... Even if you only lose 1% of your health per minute, you still have only 33% left, plus the attacks on my way..." Feng Bujue let out a sigh of relief: "Anyway, even if I die, you won’t have time. Go and kill my teammates. That’s why I said, this is 100% OK..."

"Enough." Ling Demon interrupted him: "The so-called'status','blood volume','attribute', etc. you mentioned have nothing to do with me." She said solemnly: "You Just want to tell me, I'm going to be killed by you, right?"

"Correct." Feng Bujue said.

Suddenly, all the bells in the forest returned to peace, and there was a dead silence around them.

The black smoke dissipated, and the demon of Bell appeared. She is half a head taller than Feng Bujue, and she has the face of a European woman, her face is sharp and beautiful and beautiful. She has lavender skin, no hair, and curly horns on the sides of her forehead. She has no clothes on her body. The lower part of her chest to the lower abdomen is covered with a mane similar to clothes, which covers some sensitive parts that are not suitable for the game, and her lower body is composed of two smooth and slender thighs. , Connected to the huge, hairy hooves under the knees.

Feng Bujue shook his head and said earnestly: "It's too vulgar, it's too shameful, what's this? Is it a hairy tube top? Dare to be covered with hair all over, or simply completely Isn't it long?" He murmured at the system and sold meat in public, half-covered with devil beauty. While keeping his eyes on the towering chest of the opponent without any qualms, he stared at the two semi-circular spheres that were not covered by the mane without blinking for a long time.

"Hmph...your partner is right, you are really an extremely narcissistic person." Ling Mo obviously had been monitoring the two players for a long time, and was clear about their conversation.

While she was talking, she came to Feng Bujue and looked down at him with condescending eyes: "Do you have to tell me all your strategies before I die? If you say something else Delay me, maybe I died unknowingly, and your life is also saved." She suddenly took out one hand, grabbed Feng Bujue's neck, and lifted it easily: "And now, Now that I know that I am going to die soon...Why don't I bring a person to the funeral?"

"Damn..." Blood oozes from the corners of Feng Bujue's mouth, his face is purplish, but his eyes are still forcibly widened, and his gaze continues to stare at Ling Mo's chest at a forty-five degree angle. Before he lost his final survival value and ethics together, he squeezed out angrily from his teeth: "It's really...hidden...not airtight..."

At this moment, a cold light flashed and blood spattered. The hand holding Feng Bujue's neck suddenly lost strength.

Feng Bujue only felt that the front of his throat was loose, and then he fell to the ground, his survival value stopped at 3%. And the bell demon in front of him has lost his head.

The woman with the horns flew up into the sky, drew a parabola, and landed seven or eight meters away. The countless bells in the woods suddenly disappeared after a few seconds.

The surrounding shadows began to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the sky gradually lit up. The golden sunlight at dusk pierced the darkness straight into the forest like sharp blades, illuminating the island.

Before Feng Bujue could react to this series of changes, the headless corpse of the Ling Demon shook twice and fell toward the brother Jue who was lying on the ground.

For a player with a survival value of only 3%, the probability of being hit by an object weighing at least 50 kilograms and turning into white light is extremely high. Feng Bujue survived a catastrophe, and how could he capsize in the gutter. He tumbled to the side immediately, avoiding the fallen corpse. At the moment when the survival value fell below 2%, he put another P-500 in his mouth to heal the state of [bleeding].

"Oh...it's risky..." Feng Bujue sat up and breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second, his gaze was met with a look of contempt in Rain.

"Damn it, it's really impervious to the wind." In her characteristic cold tone, Siyu repeated Feng Bujue's "last words".

"Hey~IndoMTL.com~ Didn't I ask you to separate with me?" Feng Bujue asked, "If you follow nearby like this... just in case this SS will use it when 30% of the HP is left. I killed, and quickly found your location, then there is a possibility that we two will be destroyed?"

Siyu, as if not hearing him speak, continued to mutter: "She can be close to 1.9 meters tall, and she is half human and half sheep..."

Feng Bujue replied uncomfortably: "Are you complaining about my taste? Or do you envy and hate?"

"I'm just amazed, what a person must be crazy to be able to react like yours when he is about to die." Siyu smiled lightly.

"This is just a game, and I won't really be choked to death." Feng Bujue spread out his hands and replied in a relaxed tone.

Siyu stared at his face for a few seconds, then stopped talking. In the end, she still didn't say anything, just said: "Maybe."

After that, she walked slowly to him, sat down with her knees folded, and silently handed him two bottles of survival value supplements. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation.)