Chapter 152 People will die if they are killed! !
The terrifying evil wind blew back, and Feng Yuhuai's cheek muscles seemed to be blown by the strong wind, making them dent.
Her scalp was aflame, and in a hurry, she quickly raised her hands to cover her chest.
"Puppet Technique·Remove the Puppet!!"
Suddenly, countless threads as thin as gossamers surged out of her arms. These threads seemed to be alive, and they were spinning in an instant. They quickly intertwined to form a layer of soft, cotton-like armor.
Almost at the same moment, her arms and half of her body lost all human flavor, as if she had been transformed by magic and turned into a rag doll without flesh and blood.
Bang! puff!
The puppet's arms are pierced, and the soft chest fabric is extremely dented, creating waves of air.
The floor slab under the puppet groaned under the load, the concrete cracked and formed dense ravines, and the steel bars inserted inside were dented and broken.
There was a loud bang.
The floor suddenly collapsed, and the puppet was like an unloaded cannonball, slamming into the floor of the next floor with its remaining momentum. After the impact, it rebounded with astonishing force.
Feng Yuhuai's vision went dark. Even though she had transformed into a puppet, she could still feel the terrifying power surging inside her body, as if the whole world was shaking.
Her head felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer, and it was extremely dull. Even the body of a puppet could not completely resist the terrible impact.
The puppet-like state was difficult to maintain, and Feng Yuhuai was knocked back to human form in an instant.
Blood spurted out of her mouth, and the color was as deep as ink. She could feel that the internal organs in her body had suffered varying degrees of damage. The tendons and bones throughout her body were broken in large areas, especially the muscles in her arms, which were almost damaged. Crush.
What's even more frightening is that there is even a crack in Feng Yuhuai's skull, and the inner scene can be vaguely glimpsed through the white crack: the squirming brain and the trembling silk thread and cotton are turbid together, like tofu brain mixed with cotton.
Such an injury is already fatal to ordinary people, enough to kill someone in an instant.
However, for the semi-puppetized Feng Yuhuai, she was still able to barely maintain her life.
As long as the "blood food" she took in the last meal still remains in her body, the essence has not been completely consumed.
In other words, as long as the parasitic puppet mother clone in her body has not been beaten until she faints from hunger, an endless stream of silk threads can flow out of her body, and she can continue to use all kinds of incredible puppet techniques. Constantly mending the tattered body.
"Praise the puppet mother!"
For the first time, Feng Yuhuai's heart surged with heartfelt praise, and she sincerely praised the great power of the puppet mother.
Even, at that moment, waves of gratitude towards Feng Mu unexpectedly surged in her heart.
After all, tracing back to the source, if Feng Mu had not unintentionally put her under the sight of his puppet mother, which caused the decisive parasitic transformation, she, Feng Yuhuai, might have been reduced to an unrecognizable pile of garbage at this moment. It's meat.
In the flash of lightning, various thoughts flashed through Feng Yuhuai's mind, and then he stopped his attention instantly and looked up at the top floor.
There, the center of the floor has collapsed, forming a huge hole. Several floor slabs are like puzzles played by fate, barely connected together by twisted steel bars, and shaking precariously like broken threads.
They sloped down, as if they were paved obediently into a set of steps winding downwards and hanging in the air at the feet of the man who exuded a terrifying aura.
Gululu...
Chang Qingsen’s body seemed unwilling to stay alone on the top floor. It slipped and fell down, less than a few meters away from Feng Yuhuai.
Feng Yuhuai's pupils shrank and he didn't dare to look away, looking at the man on the roof without blinking.
The latter looked down from a high position, with one hand gently supporting the frame of the mirror, looking gentle and elegant, while the other hand was steaming with heat, with broken red threads hanging on it, looking terrifying and violent.
"Who provoked this madman to me?"
Feng Yuhuai felt cold in her heart, and the blood dripping from her forehead flowed into her eyes, making her eyes become more sinister.
"Nice eyes, but unfortunately, eyes alone can't kill people."
[Zheng Hang] walked down the winding steps slowly and coldly. The coldness that penetrates the bone marrow is reflected under the lens,
"Yu Huai, let me teach you a lesson. When facing an enemy who can kill you, no matter how resentful you are, you must show a sheep-like meekness, otherwise..."
Feng Yuhuai's eyes shrank sharply into needle points. , the figure descending the stairs in his sight was still going down, but the voice of his voice actually came from the back of his head.
"Otherwise, you will really die!"
Feng Yuhuai felt chills all over her body. She twisted her waist without thinking and kicked her toes back diagonally. Snap!
The tip of his toe seemed to be poking against the iron plate. With a slight tap, he suddenly retreated due to the shock. The other toe slipped on the ground, and he retreated violently.
Behind him, [Zheng Hang]’s face that made his heart palpitate really came into view. Feng Yuhuai quickly turned his head and glanced at the figure on the steps.
The figure descending the stairs still maintained a steady pace and moved downward slowly.
However, the moment he took another step, the figure suddenly disappeared, as if it was suddenly erased by some invisible eraser.
“It’s that kind of ghost again. Those ghosts are not illusory afterimages, but are moving?!”
Feng Yuhuai felt that the man in front of her was becoming more and more evil. She twisted her waist and retreated, swinging her left and right hands to shoot out threads of thread, which were nailed to the surrounding walls.
Then he pulled it along, and his whole body flew into the air. With the help of the constantly changing silk threads, he changed his shape and position in the air. In an instant, he escaped dozens of meters away.
Feng Yuhuai looked at [Zheng Hang], a string of ghost figures pulling out from behind him, chasing after him. His feet suddenly stopped suddenly, and all the strength in his body surged into his right hand.
"You can't kill me!!!" Feng Yuhuai screamed sharply, "Puppet Technique·Chiji Bite!"
The energy and blood in his body was burning, and his right arm suddenly expanded and exploded, countless The red thread roared and surged, condensing into a giant man-eating flower that chose people to eat. It opened its bloody mouth and bit [Zheng Hang] on the head.
At the same time, Feng Yuhuai's left leg twisted as flexibly as if it had no bones, tearing the air instantly, making a sound like a snake spitting out a message, and kicked [Zheng Hang] directly in the lower body with a vicious and cunning angle.
This move is the most destructive move in [Transforming Snake Strength] - Snake Tail Whip!
The upper and lower double killing moves were executed at the same time, like two sharp returning rifles, unexpectedly piercing Zheng Hang's vitals.
Up and down, one light and one dark, the two forces intertwined into a web of death. With thunderous momentum, they struck hard at Zheng Hang's fatal spot, making him unable to avoid and impossible to guard against. .
[Zheng Hang]'s face was calm, his eyes were dark and deep, and he said indifferently: "Okay, let this gentle farce end here!"
[Zheng Hang] stood on the spot, raised his arm quickly, spread out his five fingers, and the white finger bones popped out, like five ferocious sickle hooks, waving rapidly from bottom to top.
The air made ripples visible to the naked eye, and an overwhelming, indescribable cold feeling roared into the huge mouth of the piranha.
At the same time, [Zheng Hang]'s right foot took advantage of the situation and blocked Feng Yuhuai's kick.
In the head-to-head collision, Feng Yuhuai's toes poked at the opponent's knees like sharp arrows, and the snake tail whip was instantly shattered and its fangs were shattered.
A crunching sound echoed in the air. Feng Yuhuai's toes instantly felt severe pain, and his whole body became unstable and teetering.
The piranha she was swinging suddenly stopped in the air, as if it was being grabbed by the throat of fate.
Being penetrated by an iron hand, the inside was shattered and disintegrated, as if it was being stirred wildly by countless scissors, and in an instant, it was minced from the inside to the outside into petals flying all over the sky.
"Yu Huai, you have to understand that when people are killed, they will die. If you don't die, then you have to be grateful. My love for you is deep enough!"
Echoing in In the rain of petals scattered all over the sky, there was a mysterious and playful whisper, as if the god of death was whispering softly in his ears.
This voice, like a touch of blue phosphorus fire in the night wind, irresistibly engraved into the depths of Feng Yuhuai's soul, would echo repeatedly in her mind every lonely night, lasting for a long time. scattered.
Feng Yuhuai's eyes gradually became blurry. She wondered if it was due to the hallucination she had before her death. In a trance, she saw the shadow of another face from the face so close to her.
Feng Yuhuai had no time to think before she was shocked to see a hand falling from the sky and grabbing her chest without any warning. The momentum was so fierce that it could not be explained.
Moreover, before her palm touched her skin, she heard a crane chirp in her ears, sharp and long, like a sharp blade tearing through the sky.
The evil wind on his chest was like a raging wave, fierce and cruel, and instantly tore Feng Yuhuai's clothes into pieces. The force was so fierce that Feng Yuhuai's "puppetized" body felt the threat of death.
The sound of chissing was extremely harsh, and the flesh, flesh and bones seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force. The delicate strands of flesh turned into rotten flesh and blood, scattering in all directions.
Feng Yuhuai's body arched into the shape of a prawn in an instant, flew out upside down, drew a sad arc in the air, and hit several piles of waste heavily.
Then, as if it was the most malicious joke played by fate, her body finally hit Chang Qingsen's corpse impartially.
Then, her body slipped down weakly, like a rag doll that had lost its support, sliding down limply, overlapping with the body that was made into a patty under her, and lying together quietly...< br>
(End of this chapter)