In the night, Wu Gen faced the old man with a knife, his expression a little solemn. Even though the old man surnamed Huang was seriously injured and looked miserable, Wu Gen was still not sure of taking down the opponent.
Everything happened so suddenly that there was no time to make any arrangements. After taking stock of the means he had, Wu Gen found that he had no choice but to fight hard.
He stamped his feet, brandished his knife, and where the whistling sound started, Wu Gen, like a big bird, flew towards the old man on the ground. The old man snorted coldly and looked at Wu Gen's figure motionless. A warrior who is only in the Fourth Realm, even if his fighting strength is less than one in ten today, he is still not something that the opponent's little thief can withstand.
Suddenly, the old man's expression changed, and Wu Gen, who had already jumped into the air, suddenly turned around and sprinted towards the distance on the treetops.
"Zhuzi, where are we going?" The old man's face turned even whiter due to blood loss. He put his hands on the ground and jumped up to the treetop to chase after him.
Running in the forest, Wu Gen was like a slippery monkey, jumping left and right, jumping up and down, making it impossible for the old man to catch up for a while.
Seeing Wu Gen running with his butt sticking out, the old man couldn't help but feel helpless. He had eaten so many rabbits to be able to run so fast. It's a bit funny to think that I, a middle-level fifth-level player, can't catch up with a boy in the fourth level.
But he didn't know that what Wu Gen had learned the most over the years was his ability to escape. Whether it's the divine movement technique or the wind inscription pattern, they are all here for the purpose of running away.
After a while of burning the incense, the old man gradually felt that something was wrong. If he continued to delay like this, it might not be the boy who fell, but himself. After all, when he was in the mansion, that inexplicable blow almost destroyed him.
of cultivation. Due to the serious injury, his energy and blood were already a little weak.
After sizing up Wu Gen in front of him, the old man pressed his hands hard on the tree and jumped into the air with his elastic body. After looking under him, the old man grunted and punched the front in the direction Wu Gen was running. The majestic punch hit the ground like a meteorite.
Wu Gen was running with his head down, feeling a little proud in his heart. Suddenly, the hairs on his body stood up. He activated his Divine Movement Technique desperately, and activated the Wind Inscription Pattern to the extreme, and his body quickly turned to the right. Because he turned too fast, half of his body turned black and purple, and blood shot out like an arrow.
A deep pit appeared behind him, and countless gravel and sawdust rained down on him.
Wu Gen did not dare to stop, and moved forward in a zigzag pattern. Loud noises continued to come from behind him, like a giant following closely, and deep pits appeared on the ground.
Old dog, you are exhausted, Wu Gen muttered to himself. From the very beginning, seeing that the opponent was seriously injured, Wu Gen was prepared for a war of attrition. Even though the opponent is of a high level, with such a serious injury, his personal world has long been damaged, so how much energy does he have left to sustain such heavy blows in succession?
Just as he was feeling proud, another fist fell in front of him. Wu Gen changed direction out of habit. Just after running a dozen steps, he suddenly saw a small figure not far in front of him. The old man surnamed Huang didn't know when he had arrived. In front of him, he was flying towards him.
At such a close distance, it was impossible to turn around, unless Wu Gen wanted to tear all the muscles in his body. In shock, Wu Gen advanced instead of retreating, slashing towards the opponent with a sky-falling strike.
But as soon as the sword energy was released, Wu Gen felt like he was walking among sand and rocks, and every step he took was quite difficult. Can only urge
The sword energy surged forward in waves, trying to open a passage.
But the faster the sword energy is, the greater the resistance it encounters, and the more difficult it is to advance.
As the saying goes, once you make great efforts, you will be exhausted again and again. In less than three breaths, the tumbling sword energy finally exhausted its strength, failed to break through these layers of obstacles, and slowly disappeared into nothingness.
Wu Gen knew that with his own cultivation, it would be difficult to break through the opponent's potential field, so he turned around and fled away. But in the face of invisible resistance from all directions, how can it be easy to escape.
The old man surnamed Huang had an expressionless face and moved toward Wu Gen, who was struggling like a moth in a spider's web. In desperation, Wu Gen used all his strength to circulate his mind meridian, and used the six-fold slashing method. The blood and energy surged through his body over and over again like an angry wave, each time more swiftly and violently.
When the blood energy reached its highest point, Wu Gen suddenly used the golden body technique, and his entire body glowed with golden light, shining like a torch in the night.
Wu Gen swung his sword and slashed forward.
This time I used all my strength.
The opponent's potential field is invisible. Since it can block the attack of the sword energy, it can also block the knife's slashing. While it can be blocked, facing a lightning-fast blade, it will inevitably generate a certain amount of repulsion in response.
This is just like Wu Gen using the magic technique to walk on the water. The rebound force generated by the rapid impact is enough to support Wu Gen's weight.
A powerful repulsive force spread from the blade to the wrist, and then to the whole body. With this force, Wu Gen kicked forward violently, and his body flew backwards, finally getting out of the range of the potential field.
Wu Gen's escape caught the old man off guard. In shame and anger, the old man punched hastily regardless of his lack of energy. The punch was not heavy, nothing like the heavy punch in the air just now
Incomparable.
But this punch that made the old man quite dissatisfied also made Wu Gen feel the power of a master. Like a huge boulder hitting him, Wu Gen rolled and fell into the distance, leaving a long deep groove on the ground, like a field ridge in the ground.
After stretching his sore body, he quickly ran away from the old man named Huang. It is difficult to get rid of the other party by escaping directly. The old man is tracking too fast. In this case, just circle around the opponent from a distance, waiting for opportunities to find flaws.
After experiencing the continuous heavy punches just now, coupled with the serious injuries to his body, even an old man could not withstand such a huge consumption. As a result, the old man no longer rushed to chase Wu Gen. Instead, he stood there and slowly adjusted his breathing to regain his strength. As long as his own potential field exists, Wu Gen cannot attack and will naturally be invincible.
Wu Gen felt more relieved, and while walking quickly around the old man, he slashed at the old man with his sword energy while observing the other party's movements.
But everything in the world, whether tangible or intangible, has its weaknesses to a greater or lesser extent. Wu Gen discovered that every time the sword energy flew towards the old man, it would envelop some sand. The sand in front of the old man would be bounced away, while the sand behind him would be much closer.
It seems that this potential field is not omnipotent and has its weaknesses. If it were a powerful attack from behind, it would be impossible to hit the opponent. But discovering it is one thing, whether it can be done is another.
The old man always faced Wu Gen head-on, leaving Wu Gen really helpless.
During the confrontation, Wu Gen's eyes moved, his body suddenly stopped and he jumped up, slashing at the old man with a sunset strike. Looking at the full moon-like sword light, a desolate and compassionate aura came, the old man
Involuntarily, my heart moved, and the imperceptible gaps in my tightly guarded defenses were revealed.
I am not afraid of the opponent's sword energy, and will melt into it when it enters my own potential field. However, this strange artistic conception is a bit weird, which makes me feel a little desolate in my heart.
Taking a deep breath, the old man tried his best to drive this weird feeling out of his mind. Suddenly, the old man's expression changed drastically and his body quickly turned back. It turned out that a white cat had arrived behind him at some point, and was heading towards him like lightning.
"Huan Sha Nu, you are looking for death." The old man roared angrily and punched the opponent. Just now, when my heart was relaxed, I didn't realize that the other party was coming, and I was forced to be at such a close distance.
When the old man turned around, the white cat was only ten steps away from him, but with the momentum, he was within five steps. A shrill meow sounded, like the mating calls of cats on a spring night, and then a blue stream of light spit out from the cat's mouth, covering the old man's face.
The old man's face spasmed, and soon became ferocious, holding his head in his hands and wailing in pain. The white cat was also hit and flew out, falling far away in the grass.
Wu Gen stared at the old man's movements and took a few steps to the place where the white cat fell. In the grass, Huansha Nu had transformed into a human form, with blood pouring out of her mouth.
Wu Gen quickly helped her up, took Huansha Nu and ran away to prevent the old man from chasing her.
"It doesn't have to be like this, he won't wake up for a while." Huan Shanu explained with a wry smile, leaning on Wu Gen and gasping for air, her face was as pale as paper.
"What's wrong with this old man?" Wu Gen stared at the old man's movements, feeling a little uneasy.
"He was planted with many residual souls by me, I'm afraid
At this time, they are fighting each other with the main soul. The shepherd's method of extracting and devouring has one shortcoming, it can easily mess up the soul. "Huan Sha Nu gasped.
Wu Gen
He nodded and helped Huansha Nu out of the grass. Suddenly he felt something was wrong, "Since the herdsman knows his vital points, he must have various defense methods. How could you hit him with one blow?"
Huansha Nu glanced at Wu Gen with some hesitation, "I am a cat demon in the form of a demon. Did you know that cats are psychic creatures? They can see wandering souls and they can even catch them if they practice to a certain level. These remnant souls."
Sitting slumped on the ground, Huansha Nu laughed at herself: "You think the Heita family kept me in the house because they really liked my beauty and dancing. How could such a big family break their ancestral precepts just for beauty?" It was this ability of mine that they valued.
Every time I come to the house, it is to remove the remaining souls from their bodies. However, this is not an easy task. It is like picking out one or two threads from a mess. It requires time and effort. "
Only then did Wu Gen realize why Huansha Nu had such a transcendent status in the Heita family, and why there was such a hidden secret in it.
"I will collect these remnant souls, thinking that they can be put to use one day." Huansha Nu took a breath and continued: "I know the methods they use to protect their souls, and planting remnant souls again will naturally be nothing. Difficult matter.
This dead old monster is a tribute to the Mo Zhi family. He uses me the most and looks down on my origin. I just gave it back to him today. Suddenly entering so many residual souls, even if he does not die, his soul will be damaged, and it is not impossible to become an idiot. "
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, the old man's movements became more and more weird, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, and wanted to leave, but as soon as he exerted force with his left hand, he was tightly held by his right hand, and he could only spin in place.
In desperation, the old man started fighting with his left and right hands, hitting each other with heavy punches. Thunderous sounds came one after another, and sand and rocks flew around, making Wu Gen and Wu Gen unable to see clearly what was going on inside.
After a full stick of incense passed, the surrounding area gradually became quiet. Wu Gen and Huan Shanu stepped forward cautiously. When the old man came closer and took a look, they couldn't help but be stunned. The old man in yellow actually strangled himself to death with such force that his neck was almost broken.
