Chapter 213 Bloodthirst
Leng Wumang looked at Han Yi's position, with a cold light in his eyes. Suddenly, with a whoosh, his originally thick right leg seemed to be weak and boneless, changing erratically, and the leg whip caused an explosion in the air. I had to change direction and run straight out!
Bang!
Caught off guard, Han Yi was kicked and staggered. His face turned red and his arms were already injured. This time, the capillaries burst and blood dripped out.
After seeing Han Yi's embarrassing performance, Leng Wuyang felt even more determined.
Swish, swish, swish!
He was unforgiving when he was in power, and the shadows of his legs were like snake whips, sealing the space around Han Yi airtight.
These legs are not only fast, but also extremely flexible, as powerful and heavy as a boneless snake shadow.
For a moment, Han Yi's ears were filled with the sound of howling wind.
After the meridians are opened, there are two key factors that determine the outcome of a fight between martial artists. One is the strength, which is also the most important point. If there is a situation where the strength is crushing, if the opponent punches, any You are so capable that it is hard to resist.
The second is to look at the degree of utilization of foreign objects. What are foreign objects? Moves, secret techniques, and even weapons all belong to it. For example, when there is not much difference in strength between the two parties, if one party uses the moves superbly, and the other party It's just that the shallow legs and feet will naturally be at a disadvantage.
Just like Han Yi now!
Since he broke through the meridians and entered the energy, the time was short, and there was no time to concentrate on his combat power. And there was no secret technique on top of the "Qian Yang Kung Fu".
Therefore, Han Yi was suddenly put at a disadvantage under Leng Wuyang's sudden outburst.
Under Leng Wu's fierce and violent attack, Han Yi was in great difficulty and could only try his best to resist. The forces collided with each other, canceled out, and dispersed. If he couldn't avoid it, he would use the iron wall to hit him hard.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
There were constant whistles and explosions between the two, and gravel and dust were flying all over the sky.
However, if you attack for a long time, you will be broken, and if you defend for a long time, you will lose. Soon Han Yi could no longer hold on. After a certain block, he suddenly blocked Leng Wu's leg shadow with all his strength, and took a few steps back. He only felt that there were several people on his body. I had been kicked several times, and I couldn't tell where it was. I just felt numbness and itching in a few places, or unbearable pain.
'good chance! ’
Leng Wuyang's eyes lit up. He secretly gathered strength and was waiting for this moment.
He had already figured out Han Yi's details and made plans. This man's strength was acceptable, but his moves were ordinary. He was considered a mediocre martial artist. The loss he suffered just now was just due to his carelessness and poisoning.
"drink!"
Leng Wu shouted loudly, exerted all his strength in the Black Evil Skill, and used some secret technique with great consequences. The Black Evil Strength was powerful and violent, and it continuously emerged from the body. In an instant, his palms turned into pitch black, and his arms Black clouds appeared above.
"Come die!"
He smiled ferociously, his arms quickly exploded and expanded into a punch, and he smashed forward.
At this time, Han Yi was in a vacuum period of exerting force and unloading force, and it was difficult to escape.
Leng Wuyang was confident that this move would be 100% irresistible to the opponent. Even if he could manage to fight against it, he would end up with broken bones. From now on, he would have to leave it to his own devices. Of course, the greater possibility is... ...Been hit on the head by myself!
He seemed to have seen the scene where the opponent's head exploded and brains spilled out!
Poof!
"You, how could you have a treasure..." Leng Wuyang stopped with his palms a foot away from Han Yi, his eyes filled with disbelief. His palms had been broken into two parts, and his chest A hole was penetrated by a big sword.
The black sword has a simple shape and no unnecessary decoration. It is bladed on both sides. The blade is more than one meter long, and the sword surface is as wide as an adult's palm. It looks like a narrow door panel!
Maybe the wound that Han Yi hit on his waist and abdomen just now was just a superficial wound, but now, it was really a fatal injury!
Buzz~
As if in response to Leng Wuyang's question, the Black Iron Sword buzzed, and a trace of power spread across the Black Iron Sword, causing the dark giant sword to suddenly have a dark red color, and above the tip of the sword, something suddenly emerged. Three inches of red sword light emitted, like light and electricity! !
After the meridians are opened, there are two key factors that determine the outcome of a fight between martial artists. When the difference in strength is not large, the degree of utilization of foreign objects plays a key role. Weapons are the most important foreign objects. !
Of course, the weapons mentioned here do not refer to ordinary weapons. In the eyes of a martial artist, ordinary swords are similar to children's toys and can be broken with a wave of the hand. Only treasures that can infuse the martial artist's strength can be effective!
But treasure weapons are so precious. Even old martial arts masters such as Huang Ze, who have been elders for many years, do not have a treasure weapon in their hands, and martial arts supported by their families, such as Li Chengfeng and Song Weina, only have at most one in their hands. Treasure!
Therefore, even though Han Yi had been carrying the Xuantie Sword from beginning to end, and just now he drew his sword to resist, Leng Wuyang didn't care.
It's not that he didn't see Han Yi's action of drawing the sword, it's just that from the beginning, he regarded Han Yi as a lone practitioner of Yeluzi. His moves and the way he used his strength were obviously rough. It was obvious that he didn't have the guidance of an expert. No. Someone with background and resources.
What's more, when the treasure is used, it will have its own characteristics, and 'the brilliance is self-generated, condensed but not scattered' is exactly its characteristic, which means that the appearance of the treasure will have a faint treasure light.
Han Yi's black iron sword is completely black, and it looks like a black hole that attracts all the light. Even under the light, there is no reflection at all, and it has no characteristics of a treasure at all!
It was precisely for this reason that Leng Wuyang only regarded this sword as an ordinary weapon, so he wanted to smash the Xuantie Sword with one palm, and then smash Han Yi's head with another palm!
Unfortunately......
"This is not a treasure..." Han Yi shook his head and twitched the black iron sword slightly. A large amount of blood flowed out of Leng Wuyang's chest, making something in his arms tremble.
"Ahem... Black-faced Judge, you are indeed insidious and cunning..." Leng Wuyang vomited a large amount of blood from his mouth, "At this time, you actually want to lie to me... "
"...."
Han Yi was a little speechless. This person was probably suffering from PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder) because of him, so he didn't believe anything.
"I can not be reconciled......"
As expected, the martial artist in the Tongmai stage had extremely strong vitality. His chest was penetrated from front to back, but he didn't die immediately. Leng Wuyan glared at Han Yi: "I'm dead... You don't know the secret of the mechanism, and you can't do it." If you don't go...wait for death...ah!"
thump!
As Han Yi pulled out the Black Iron Sword, Leng Wuyan fell to the ground, and a large amount of blood gushed out crazily.
At this time, the trembling in Han Yi's arms became more intense. He raised his hand, and a Suyun handkerchief suddenly appeared in front of him. This handkerchief was colorful and lustrous, and it looked like it was carefully sewn with fine silk.
Like a hungry and greedy wolf, Han Yi threw Xue Mei Pa onto Leng Wu Yang's chest, and a large amount of blood was absorbed by Xue Mei Pa.
"What, what is this?!" Leng Wumang had a look of horror on his face, feeling as if there was a blood-sucking leech on his wound, absorbing his blood wantonly, and all the energy and blood in his body was like a flood. It gushes out like a dam.
"You, you are a demon!!!" On the ground, Leng Wu was as rampant as a demon, shouting towards Han Yi.
Han Yi ignored him, but observed the appearance of the blood maple. After the handkerchief absorbed Leng Wulang's blood, the originally white surface was now so red that it seemed like it could drip blood.
And faintly, he even felt a sense of joy from the blood maple. It was the joy of being satisfied, just like a child buying a favorite toy, a man getting a favorite game, and a woman receiving an expensive gift. Same as bags.
"Weak people should not do such things by force..." Han Yi shook his head and returned Leng Wuyang's words.
"You..." In the end, Leng Wuyang's face was filled with fear, confusion, confusion and unwillingness.
To the end of his life, he didn't understand why a wild man could be so strong...
His martial arts skills are obviously very rough, and there is no one to guide him behind his back, but he possesses a treasure...
Even a highly accomplished master may not have a treasure on his body, but he happened to meet him. Why?
What's even more hateful is that he was able to escape, but he was blocked by the huge stone trap he set up... The cage that was originally intended to encircle others actually locked himself!
With unwillingness, Leng Wuyang closed his eyes forever.
"call......."
Han Yi's breathing was slightly rapid, and his chest was heaving. After a fierce battle, especially the last blow, most of the blood and energy in his body were gone at once. It was as if his body had been hollowed out, and there was a sense of emptiness. Spreading in my heart.
'This person's strength is indeed very strong...'
Han Yi looked at his embarrassed appearance and smiled helplessly.
Leng Wuyang is indeed a serious martial arts master who can penetrate the meridians and enter the meridians. He has many methods in endlessly. If he hadn't used poison pills to weaken a lot of his strength first, it is really unpredictable who will win.
However, Han Yi is confident that even if he doesn't use some small tricks, he will have the last laugh in a head-on confrontation.
After all, at the beginning of the fight, he had the idea of testing his own strength. He did not use the Black Iron Sword, nor did he use the Sword Intent and the Sword Intent. Moreover, he also had the Blood Plum Pa, a great killer weapon!
But now, after these few battles, he has almost an estimate of his own strength.
If he didn't use any foreign objects and could really fight against the powerful martial artist one-on-one with punches and kicks, he should be no match. At most, he would be a draw with Leng Wuyang who didn't use any secret skills.
Of course, this is not his true limit...
It can be said that if Han Yi's strength is three points exposed on the bright side, seven points are hidden in the dark!
In this dangerous world, one must hide seven parts of his strength and reveal three parts, so that he can protect himself and give him a sense of peace of mind!
Ding!
At this time, the data on the system panel suddenly changed, and Han Yi quickly changed his attention.
[Blood Mepa·Magic Weapon]
Grade: Yin vessel (lower yellow grade)
Spirituality: 10% (can be improved)
Characteristics: Bloodthirsty, one level of charge
"My spirituality has increased by eight percent. Will there be a fundamental improvement when I reach one hundred?"
What surprised Han Yi was that Xuemei Pa's spirituality had greatly improved after absorbing the blood of an advanced martial artist.
Although this improvement was not exaggerated, he vaguely felt that he had a closer connection with Xue Meipa and could better understand its meaning...
If we can deal with a few more of these martial artists who have entered the realm of strength...
Han Yi's eyes lit up, and a gleam of light flashed across them.
He was not the kind of person who was crazy and wantonly killed people in order to enhance the power of the Blood Plum Pa, but he knew that in this world where the strong prey on the weak, no matter how low-key and steady he was, as long as he wanted to move up, he would find it difficult to avoid sudden battles.
Although he adhered to his principles, acted cautiously, and kept a low profile, he could not be merciful to those enemies who took the initiative to provoke and maliciously provoke him.
Therefore, as long as it does not violate one's conscience, the method that can improve strength is a good method. Instead of wasting it, it is better to become the advanced nutrients of the Blood Plum Pa, which can also be regarded as a cause and effect entanglement caused by the other party's provocation.
Han Yi does not have that kind of psychological cleanliness. Since they are all enemies, there is not much difference in what kind of death.
Thinking of this, Han Yi glanced at the Blood Plum Pa who was drinking blood crazily just now.
At this time, the Blood Plum Paw had absorbed all the blood and qi in Leng Wuchang's body, and seemed to have been full and lazily stuck to the wound.
He approached and saw that Leng Wuchang's body, from the head alone, had no flesh and blood, and his skin was as pale as stone skin, and even cracked with patterns like broken porcelain.
"Ah, a magic weapon, it really is a magic weapon..." Han Yi sighed, but even if it was a magic weapon, he did not think of throwing away the Blood Plum Paw.
Before Leng Wuchang died, he cursed the bloodthirsty nature of the Blood Plum Paw in Han Yi's hand, as if it was done by a demon, but whether it was right or wrong, good or bad, also depends on the purpose of application. If Han Yi only used the Blood Plum Paw to deal with evil people, then it would naturally not be considered evil.
In other words, there is no distinction between good and evil in weapons. Swords and knights are righteous in the hands of knights and evil in the hands of bandits. The key is to see whether the person using it is good or bad!
As the saying goes, it doesn't matter if the cat is black or white, as long as it can catch mice, it is a good cat!
After all, the Blood Plum Pad is just a weapon. As long as it is used properly, it may play an important role!
Buzz~
As if it felt Han Yi approaching, the Blood Plum Pad trembled again, and a feeling of joy and excitement came from it.
"Is this bloodthirstiness?"
Han Yi used his strength to pull the Blood Plum Pad into his hand. The magical thing was that even though it had been soaked in blood for a long time, the white handkerchief was still as clean as before.
