Although Meng Lingdi was blind, there were three teachers beside Tang Wenzhen, all of whom were well-known figures in the dark world.
Peng Yifeng, the dramatist, is an artist who manipulates and teases people's destiny in the palm of his hand and uses life as a drama.
Dao Zong is a powerful Shu Xingzi, a majestic and virtuous real person.
The bodyguard master Gong Zhongxia is a descendant of the ancient bodyguard industry. Although this profession has disappeared in modern society, he has inherited the bravery of the bodyguard master.
When facing three people, Li Xuan could still brazenly say that he would solve the problem himself. In Tang Wenzhen's opinion, this was simply ridiculous.
"Three teachers, please capture him quickly, force him to learn his skills, destroy his tricks, and avenge Teacher Meng!" Tang Wenzhen said.
Peng Yifeng had the best relationship with Meng Lingdi. Hearing this, he nodded and said, "Let me do it!"
As he spoke, a surge of spiritual power surged in Peng Yifeng's fingertips, turning into threads invisible to the naked eye.
Peng Yifeng comes from drama, that is, an actor in ancient times. This industry is in the dark world, but it represents the terrible warlock who manipulates people's hearts.
On the stage, they create characters, and off the stage, they also take pleasure in manipulating the fate of others.
At this moment, the spiritual power on Peng Yifeng's fingertips turned into dozens of threads, which was the most terrifying secret technique in opera: puppetry.
Connect the silk thread to the human body, manipulate the human body to make various twisting movements, and finally split the human body into pieces.
This kind of killing technique is very cruel and perverted in the eyes of people from all three religions and nine schools, but Peng Yifeng never tires of it.
"Lao Meng is my best friend, and you actually damaged his eyes... I will let you experience a lot of pain before I use up your tricks." Peng Yifeng said, his hands shaking rapidly like a spasm.
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The silk threads were silent, invisible and colorless. As Peng Yifeng's fingers trembled, they moved towards Li Xuan. These spiritual power threads were covered with thin barbs everywhere. As long as they touched the skin, they were like leeches.
Go deep into the flesh and dwell within it.
Once the silk thread enters the body, Li Xuan will become a puppet controlled by Peng Yifeng. Every move of his fingers will cause severe pain in his flesh and blood, and he will involuntarily follow the silk thread and move.
The so-called pulling a hair affects the whole body is the most appropriate way to describe Peng Yifeng's secret technique.
Seeing Peng Yifeng take action, Luo Shiyan sighed inwardly.
Li Xuan is in danger!
When the silk thread fell, Li Xuan didn't react at all. The thread was directly wrapped around his body, even his vital neck.
Peng Yifeng was overjoyed. He had seen Meng Lingdi injured and was still a little worried about Li Xuan.
Now, if you entangle Li Xuan as soon as you make a move, it is equivalent to completely controlling Li Xuan's life in your hands.
"Hahaha, you are just a new Qi practitioner. I don't know where I learned some secret skills of the three-legged cat, and I was able to plot against Lao Meng." Peng Yifeng said ferociously, "Now, you have been controlled by me, I let you
Whatever you do, you have to do!"
"What!" Ye Weiran hid behind Luo Shiyan, trembling with shock when she heard this.
Luo Shiyan's face was also a little ugly. He originally thought that Li Xuan could at least resist, but he didn't expect that he would be controlled by Peng Yifeng without even the slightest reaction.
Luo Shiyan knew all too well the consequences of being controlled by a fortune teller. He once had a Momen friend who was proficient in mechanism skills who offended the fortune teller and was attacked by a surprise attack on a dark and windy rainy night. When Luo Shiyan found him
, the body has been split into more than a dozen pieces, and the desperate fear still remains on his face.
The player, like its name, treats people's life as a game at all, and every player is cruel.
Li Xuan fell in Peng Yifeng's hands. It was no longer a problem that could not live, but how could he die less painful!
Li Xuan didn't have any reaction at all. He looked at Peng Yifeng slightly: "What do you want me to do?"
"Still in the mouth?" Peng Yifeng's face was cold, "I don't like listening to you. Now, use your own hands to pull your own tongue!"
During the talk, Peng Yifeng's fingers shake, controlling the silk thread to affect Li Xuan's flesh, and wanted to force Li Xuan to break his tongue with his hands.
In Peng Yifeng's view, no one can resist the pain of pulling the wire. Whether they want or not, they can only do it according to their instructions, otherwise they will break through.
Of course, listening instructions are the same as the result. It is nothing more than dead and slower differences.
Peng Yifeng was proud, waiting for Li Xuan's Fan.
However, he suddenly opened his eyes, showing a terrifying look.
Seeing that Li Xuan raised his hand lightly and grabbed it lightly, all the silk threads attached to him were pinched in the palm of the palm, rubbing into a ball.
"How is it possible?" Peng Yifeng's chin almost hit his feet.
Those spiritual silk threads are extremely sharp, and there are stabbing, let alone Li Xuan's small white face with thin skin and tender meat. Even if it is the power of the power of the power of the steel bones, it is impossible to catch it with bare hands, otherwise it will inevitably be flesh and blood.
Vaguely, you can even cut your palms at once!
However, Li Xuan actually grabbed all the silk threads in the palm of the palm. This kind of physical body was powerful.
"Is this your secret? It's too evil and cruel, you must have done a lot of evil. Then I kill you, there is no psychological burden." Li Xuan rubbed the wire, as if kneading
Mass rubber.
Who is Li Xuan, the Great Luo Jinxian of the previous life, and the strong foundation of the foundation in this life. The silk thread of the puppet is the terrible killer that cut iron like mud in the eyes of others. In his eyes, it is no different from ordinary wool.
Want to hurt Li Xuan?
This power is not enough!
Peng Yifeng stared at Li Xuan and rubbed the silk thread, there was only one idea in his heart: I am not an opponent!
Peng Yifeng stood up and fled when he turned, and finally it was finally clear. Meng Lingfei would never look at it for a while, but Li Xuan was really strong!
At the same time as thinking about it, Peng Yifeng had fallen backwards.
At the same time, Peng Yifeng played a few more silk threads and formed a net in front of him. If Li Xuan chased, he would definitely hit the Internet. As long as this network can stop Li Xuan, Peng Yifeng can escape birth to birth.
sky.
Unfortunately, people are not as good as heaven. Peng Yifeng just stepped back, Li Xuan raised his hand.
The silk thread in my hand, forming the silk thread of the net, with Li Xuan's shot, all rolled out, and pressed hard on Peng Yifeng's body.
The silk thread is extremely sharp. Although it was made by Peng Yifeng, his body could not carry such sharp silk threads. I saw a silk thread completely cut into his flesh and cut off his skin, muscles, blood vessels, bones.
‘” ”, Blood line splattered, Peng Yifeng cracking!