Chapter 5: Extra points for killing people?
His figure is slightly staggered, and if he listens carefully, he can hear subtle and heavy breathing.
It was obvious that he had fallen into a trap and was suppressing the pain.
Judging from the way of action, the left foot or leg should have been pierced?
Maybe he was still cursing in his heart, wondering why someone would place a trap where he lived.
"Haha, I really want to laugh."
Fang Ling felt happy and quickly calmed down.
It’s okay to laugh, but you can only think about it for the time being.
It's just that we fell into a trap and our actions were slowed down. It's not yet foolproof.
At least we have to wait until both of his legs are caught in the trap.
Seeing that he was lucky enough to bypass several traps in the grass, Fang Ling felt anxious in his heart and kept cursing secretly:
"Quickly step on it!"
Whether it was luck or strength, the shadow walked in the dark, dragging an injured leg, and gradually approached with vigilance, but still missed.
There's nothing you can do about it, you have to leave enough space to set up traps.
But this won't work.
The sound of the landing was heavy, and the voice was thick and slightly aged. He was definitely an adult man.
Even if his foot was injured, it would be difficult for Fang Ling to fight head-on with his small body alone.
We can't let this person get close, we must take the initiative while he is still surrounded by traps.
How to attack?
Lure him into a trap!
Use your own strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses.
The refined words of our ancestors cannot be ignored.
The trap array on the ground is Fang Ling's strength.
Heiying, who still didn't stop after being trapped, had the mentality of a frightened bird. He had no choice but to push aside the grass and move forward slowly in the trap array. This was his shortcoming!
"Kill!"
Fang Ling shouted angrily, and the sound suddenly exploded in the quiet night, and he threw a broken tile.
This move is not intended to hurt anyone, but only to alert others.
The black shadow was frightened by the fierce shouting of killing in the room, and his mind and heart were frightened, and he was immediately frightened.
He didn't dare to be hit by this unknown attack, so he turned to the left to avoid it.
Then he successfully stepped into the trap.
The sharp wooden spear directly pierced the black shadow's tattered cloth shoes and pierced the sole of his other foot.
The black shadow's legs weakened and he fell down instantly.
He subconsciously leaned on the tree trunk nearby.
Coincidentally, there are also bow and arrow traps made from the elasticity of branches on the trees, using wooden arrows with carbonized tips.
He hit the second one!
The wooden arrow was pulled by the elasticity of the tree trunk and shot a powerful arrow. The scissors shot directly into his back and penetrated halfway into his lungs.
The severe pain made the shadow unable to bear it any longer and fell to his knees.
It made a pitiful cry like a slaughtered pig.
"Ah——!"
"Death!"
With a cold snort, he jumped out of the window sill.
Using his weight, Fang Ling's hand flashed with light, and a sharp sickle appeared instantly, aiming at the black shadow's neck.
Just as he was about to wipe it off, the shadow held back the pain and immediately raised his hand.
"Qiang!"
An exquisite dagger and sickle collided, making a crisp metal collision sound.
"Little cripple, you are dead!"
The black shadow snorted coldly, the tone was sharp and harsh because of the pain, but it still sounded somewhat familiar.
"Hey, can this be blocked?"
Shocked, Fang Ling couldn't tell who this person was, and immediately reached for the pocket on his waist with his left hand.
He grabbed a handful of white ash and spread it towards the black shadow's eyes in an instant.
The dark night provided the greatest cover, and he was caught off guard, and the shadow was indeed hit.
He never thought that someone could be so insidious.
There are traps everywhere on the ground and trees, and you need to engage in sneak attacks and underhanded tactics during battles. "Ah! Quicklime! Your mother..."
Fang Ling made his own quicklime by adding fire and limestone, which is a good thing to use to yin people!
The instant burning sensation in his eyes made Heiying close his eyes involuntarily, tears rolling out, and he subconsciously wanted to rub his eyes with his hands.
Fang Ling didn't dare to be distracted for a moment. He saw this opportunity and swung the sickle in his hand quickly.
Even if it was just a farm sickle used for cutting grass, the front half of his neck was cut off at the moment it passed by.
The trachea was severed, and two superficial but very important blood vessels on both sides of the neck were severed. Blood spurted out and shot into Fang Ling's face.
Blood spurted on his face, fearing that he would be killed by a desperate counterattack, Fang Ling did not dare to stay longer and immediately retreated.
He retreated indoors, only a pair of eyes exposed in the corner.
On the other side, the black shadow is already dying.
The blood supply to the brain disappeared and his ability to think was close to disappearing.
Blood rushed into his throat, causing him to make a "ho, ho" sound.
With the remaining impression, the shadow could only wave the dagger randomly before dying.
Then select a direction and throw it violently, hoping to cause some damage to Fang Ling.
Not only was it a thousand miles away, but Fang Ling was hiding indoors and pressed against the wall, so of course he missed.
The dagger fell to the ground with a light crisp sound.
Fang Ling paid attention to the direction from which the sound came, but didn't take any action yet.
Something unexpected happened to him - the gray progress bar in his eyes suddenly jumped a little, advancing one percent.
His pupils suddenly trembled.
The way to increase points has been found!
It is very vicious. In Douluo Continent, it is closer to that of a fallen soul master. It can also be called the promotion method of an evil soul master——
Kill extra points!
Of course, as a visitor from another world, Fang Ling, who has a relatively flexible moral bottom line, does not mind this way of quickly improving his cultivation.
He is alone, just a little beggar with an ordinary sickle as his martial spirit and no relatives.
As long as it can be upgraded, it is acceptable to kill Shifang with blood.
There will be no side effects if you add points to the panel.
But this amount is too small. An ordinary adult male without soul power only grows one percent. What does this mean?
He has to kill a hundred people to get one point, one level!
You have to kill a thousand people to reach level ten!
After Fang Ling made a simple calculation, he couldn't help but froze on the spot.
To be honest, it's hard to comment.
Most soul masters can provide higher progress, and it is not impossible for one person to increase the progress bar by one point.
But Fang Ling definitely can't beat any soul master now, even the auxiliary system, so he won't consider it for now.
Killing ordinary people is unrealistic.
Angels are respected and the Wuhun Palace suppresses the current world. If you kill too much, you will definitely be wiped out.
And this is inconsistent with his true intentions.
They didn't offend you, but they killed them for no apparent reason. What does that mean?
Carrying the resentment of others, changing one's own good heart, and ultimately disregarding life, making the whole world the enemy.
No matter which way you look at it, this kind of bottomless killing will only destroy yourself in the end.
There are better ways for people to choose.
Fang Ling instantly thought of two places, the great soul fighting field where life and death battles could take place and the killing city.
Especially the Killing City. This place where you can kill at will is simply a holy land for upgrading!
There are all mid- to high-level soul masters inside, including even titled Douluo.
How many points you can get from killing a titled Douluo is simply unimaginable.
Of course, this requires him to improve his combat power and have enough hard power to pass the test, otherwise it will just be a meal.
Titled Douluo's light soul power can kill him now.
Moreover, it is easy to get in and out of the Killing City, but not so easy to get out.
If Tang San didn't have Tang Hao behind him and Hu Liena didn't have Bibi Dong behind him, let alone a hundred games, they would have been killed by the big bat in seventy or eighty, no, sixty or seventy games.
Therefore, Fang Ling must obtain the support of one of them.
Because of the broken leg, he will definitely go to get the right leg bone of the Blue Silver Emperor, and he will become an enemy of the rat. This road will not work.
Then we can only take the route of Bibi Dong.
This female pope may look good-looking, but in fact there is madness hidden in her heart. It would be better to have less contact with her.
You have to make a careful calculation.
(End of chapter)