Chapter Fourteen: Wind Blade Palm
His whole body trembled, his spirit suddenly stirred, and Niebu stepped on the ground and quickly stepped back.
"boom!"
The red light collided with the wall that Niebu was avoiding, causing a collapse and causing broken bricks and tiles to fly all over the ground.
"so close!"
A sneak attack failed, and the heart slowly rose from the wall.
In mid-air, there was a "bang bang, bang bang" sound, and the blood-red light surrounding it heightened the atmosphere of terror, making it appear extremely dazzling and eerie.
"It's just the heart of a heart-making monk. Why bother pretending to be a ghost?"
Niebu, who was secretly glad, pretended to be calm, even though he was sweating profusely and nervous.
"Buzz buzz buzz."
Several rays of light emerged from the beating heart, and gradually gathered around the heart, shrouding it. With the heart as the center, countless rays of light squirmed around the edges, and soon transformed into an unclear figure.
"Songchuan!"
This illusory incarnation has a face with thick eyebrows and Chinese characters, and there is a natural arrogance in the vicissitudes of the face. Who else could it be if not Song Chuan, who was hunted down by the third elder and others before?
Song Chuan was also stunned. He touched his chin and looked at Nie Bu carefully, with a playful look on his face: "Oh, I remembered, you are the loser who is known as the little bully of the Nie family. Tsk tsk, you are not lucky to bump into me.
Okay, I’ll interrupt you as soon as I’ve absorbed all the spiritual herbs in the courtyard. Even though I’m only in the body tempering realm, it’s still more valuable than those spiritual herbs. I’ll just die with your maid.”
"Xiao Qing? What will you do to Xiao Qing?"
In this world, if the only person who could arouse Niebu's concern was the maid Xiaoqing who had been with him for twenty-one years, always by his side and never leaving him!
However, the second Nie Bu cared about Xiao Qing, Song Chuan spit out a white light from his mouth and struck Nie Bu's chest.
"puff!"
His chest trembled and he vomited a mouthful of blood. Niebu fell backward uncontrollably like a kite with its string cut off, and rolled twice on the ground before he stopped.
"Snapped."
Song Chuan dragged out an afterimage from his body and moved to Nie Bu's side, with a ferocious expression on his face. The illusory incarnation stepped on Nie Bu's arm, slowly raised his right hand, and grabbed the latter's head like an eagle's claw.
Feeling the threat of death, coupled with the bad news about Xiao Qing, Nie Bu felt as if he had been injected with chicken blood, his eyes were bloodshot: "You bastard, you dare to hurt Xiao Qing!"
With an explosion, Niebu broke free from his restraints, kept a distance of three meters from Song Chuan, and started running the Great Desolation Sutra.
The desolate energy in his body was drawn and rolling. Although he knew the gap between himself and Song Chuan, Nie Buchu launched a counterattack without fear: "Look at the punch!"
"boom!"
The fist containing full power hit Song Chuan's illusory body, but it did not have even the slightest impact.
"Boy, I think you are not only useless, but also mentally retarded! Are you trying to harm me with your body-tempering cultivation?"
The second heart forged by the Heart-Building Monk has little difference in strength from the original one.
The difference is that if you want to do other things through the second heart, you must condense the illusory incarnation.
To condense the illusory incarnation, a large amount of desolate energy must be differentiated to support it. In order to maintain the durability of the illusory incarnation, the desolate energy differentiated by the heart will be relatively scarce.
Therefore, in theory, the illusory incarnation condensed is often much weaker than the original body.
This made Song Chuan feel insulted.
He raised his head and bared his teeth and laughed wildly for a moment. Song Chuan's face suddenly changed, and a cloud of strong hatred became thick: "Nie Yunfeng! You destroyed my body. After I escape from here, your Nie family will wait for the Song family to become angry and exterminate the clan.
,Hahaha!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, Niebu did not hesitate at all and immediately ran out of the courtyard.
After jumping out of the hospital, Niebu's heart was full of urgency: "Damn it, all the people in the martial arts field are here at this time. I must find a way to lure the three elders out, otherwise it will be troublesome for him to catch them."
The place where Nie Bu lived was a side area and there were no experts, so Nie Bu tried his best to escape to the core area of the Nie family.
"Want to run?"
Song Chuan's face was full of anger. If it weren't for the fact that his physical body was no longer there, the heart would need to decompose a lot of power to support the illusory body, resulting in his strength being less than one-tenth of his original strength. Where would Niebu have a chance to react? A single face-to-face meeting could kill Niebu.
The cloth crushed him to death.
Even so, Song Chuan would never allow a body-tempering monk to slip away from under his nose.
The illusory body slowly became transparent and disappeared, and the red heart turned into a red light and chased after it.
The rainbow light followed closely, making Niebu unable to get rid of it.
A fierce murderous aura followed behind his butt, making his face heavy.
Fortunately, Niebu had rich combat experience in his previous life and had many life-saving skills. He was able to survive without being caught for a while.
"I can't drag it out like this, otherwise when Nie Yunfeng and his group of mind-making monks arrive, I will definitely be in doom."
As soon as he gritted his teeth, Song Chuan's heart stopped and he regrouped his illusory incarnation.
He put his two powerful palms together in front of his chest, closed his eyes and recited a complex and incomprehensible formula, and then shouted: "Suddenly!"
With the first point of his two fingers, the illusory body turned into a meteor, overtaking Niebu in the blink of an eye: "Boy, take your life!" After saying that, two powerful waves of desolate energy appeared on his palms, and Song Chuan jumped.
, waved his palm and attacked: "Split Blade Palm!"
In an instant, the air flow around Niebu's body became extremely fast. The rich desolate air was forcibly extracted by Song Chuan using the desolate method, and then divided into countless wind blades with the cutting technique, which swept and surrounded Niebu and struck him away.
"boom!"
The body-tempering cultivator had no ability to fight back due to the mind-creating cultivator's tricks. He only heard countless banging sounds, and Niebu's clothes fell apart, revealing dense wounds, and blood flowed "chichi".
After forcing Nie Bu to stop, Song Chuan looked happy.
"I wanted to kill you simply, but I didn't expect you to be such a troublesome person. Let's see if I don't drain your soul and destroy it!"
Chasing Nie Bu all the way, Song Chuan's whereabouts will undoubtedly be exposed, which will ruin his idea of escape and escape. The cause of all this is Nie Bu who did not surrender! So Song Chuan must vent his anger.
Countless wind blades were circling and whistling around him. If those wind blades, which were visible to the naked eye and could easily cut the air, hit Niebu at close range, it would undoubtedly be a fatal injury!
Trapped in place, as Song Chuan's ferocious smile gradually widened, Nie Bu felt increasingly uneasy.
"Never give up! Otherwise Song Chuan will torture me in every possible way!" Knowing the mind-making monk's extraordinary methods, Niebu endured the pain in his body, activated the desolate energy in his body, and tried to break through and escape.
However, as soon as he made a move, the milky-white wind blade that was close at hand penetrated Niebu's ribs directly, tearing out a shocking wound.
"ah!"
My whole body ached, and I let out heart-breaking screams. My body was weak and I knelt on the ground, vomiting blood and struggling to hold on.
Seeing this, Song Chuan's smile became even brighter: "You still want to escape, do you think that the strength to create a state of mind is made of clay?" With a fierce expression, Song Chuan recited the formula for restoring his sight, struck with both hands, controlled the wind blade, and planned to kill
Niebu was completely strangled.
"I don't have the slightest ability to fight back."
Niebu smiled bitterly in his heart and closed his eyes.
but.
He is unwilling!
He is absolutely unwilling to give in!
His heart was full of unwillingness!
From the moment he came to the wild world, Nie Bu lived in ridicule. The third elder looked down on him, Nie Hai bullied him, and even Nie Hao dared to insult him!
Everyone in the Nie family, including the sea-swallowing dragon and Song Laizi, all felt contempt for Nie Feng when they saw him?
My heart is filled with all kinds of ridicule, how can I make Niebu willing?
"I can't die! I can never die! Strength! Yes, there is a sea-swallowing dragon!"
As if he thought of something, Niebu stirred up all his soul power in his brain and began to drill towards the sea of qi.
After his soul power was blocked by a powerful force, Niebu roared through the voice inside his body: "I know you know my situation. If I die, don't even think about taking my body! Give me strength quickly, I can't die!"
!”
No one responded to Niebu's words, and he roared hysterically several times inside his body.
result,
There was still no movement at all inside the body.
"Bang~."
Niebu sat down on the ground helplessly, feeling sad, angry and depressed.
Just when his face was full of despair and he was about to commit suicide rather than let his soul be harmed, overwhelming power surged from the sea of qi to all parts of his body.
That power, like a hanging river waterfall, surges forward and seems to be able to destroy all obstacles that resist it, even those with narrow muscles and veins!
"call."
The withered tendons were filled with milky white desolate energy, and the explosive power activated every muscle in Niebu's body.
Chapter completed!