The rain continued to fall, making the sky hazy!
Thunder and lightning struck the sky, leaving behind a rumbling sound. It was as if they wanted to break through the dusky sky and restore the light!
"Long He, you didn't die?!" Wu Tian raised his head, parting the wet hair on his forehead. His black gem-like eyes were filled with endless sorrow. Deep down, a wisp of murderous intent emerged crazily. His voice was bone-chilling.
If it wasn't for the person in front of him, his grandfather wouldn't have died, the villagers wouldn't have died, and the village wouldn't have been destroyed. Everything was caused by him!
Long He didn't say anything. He was controlled by Huo Shi and was now just a puppet, a walking corpse. He no longer had any consciousness and was only left with a shell. Even if a piece of flesh was cut off or a piece of bone was broken, he wouldn't feel any pain.
"What benefits did Huo Shi give you? Why did you betray the villagers you lived with for more than ten years? Dozens of villagers died in one day without a complete corpse. They died with everlasting regret. Where is your conscience?!"
At this moment, Wutian was already muddled by anger and didn't notice Long He's strange behavior. He only saw him walking over step by step with an ice-cold expression. He only thought that Long He was blinded by greed and stubbornness. His killing intent became even more intense.
He gently placed the white bone in his arms on the ground as if he was protecting a baby. His movements were very gentle. This was the only thing left behind by his grandfather. It was proof of his existence and couldn't be damaged.
"Grandfather, Long He was the first. Grandson will kill him and bury him with you. No, he doesn't have the qualifications to be buried with you. He is only fit to become food in the stomach of a wild beast." Wutian carefully wiped the water and black dust off the white bone. He wanted to kill this heartless person!
Xiao Tian was lying on his head, its long and narrow eyes looking at the opposite side with hatred. It was eager to try. Last time, Long He had pushed Wu Tian into the cliff. Until now, it still remembered that this person was a target that must be killed.
Wutian stopped him and didn't let him attack. This was because this was his battle, a battle that represented everyone in the Dragon Village. He wanted to kill this person for the villagers and his grandfather. He wanted to mourn the tragic deaths of the deceased!
Boom!
He took a step forward and muddy water splashed everywhere. Several cracks appeared on the ground that was washed by the rain. With the help of this force, Wutian jumped up. Essence Qi surged in his body. His five fingers clenched into a fist, making cracking sounds and emitting white light.
As soon as he attacked, Wutian used his Essence Qi to wrap around his fist, greatly increasing its power.
Wutian had no choice but to do so. First of all, Long He's cultivation was too high. Even if one of his arms was crippled, in terms of actual combat experience, he could not compare to Long He. This made Wutian very wary. Secondly, his grandfather's blood feud and the tragic state of the village had caused him to be enraged to the extreme. He had almost lost his mind and only knew that he had to use all his strength to kill the person in front of him.
His fist circulated with brilliance, like a small moon, releasing an astonishing sharpness. Wu Tian swooped down, furiously smashing over. In this place, the rain had evaporated. He had already displayed his strength to the peak!
Long He stood there without any emotions or heartbeat. The aura he emitted was like that of a dead person, without a trace of life. His empty eyes were like two black holes, very frightening.
At this time, he moved. His speed was very fast, like a ghost. He arrived in a flash and raised his big green hand. Without any Essence Qi gushing out, he only relied on the strength of his flesh to collide with Long He's fist.
There was no terrifying wave of Qi, but Wutian was forced to retreat continuously, leaving one inch deep footprint after another on the ground. His body trembled, and he exerted force with his feet, sinking deep into the ground. He barely managed to stabilize his body.
He was shocked. The difference in cultivation level was indeed not something that could be made up for by external force. Long He had already lost an arm, but his strength was still so strong. Moreover, he did not use any Essence Qi, yet he was still so strong. After colliding with Long He's fist, he did not move at all. It was truly terrifying!
"I can only use one hand. There's no need to fear!"
Wutian's body moved again. His feet did not touch the ground as he rushed forward. His palm was like a knife, blooming with light. It was as if the moonlight had been attached to his body, making him look incomparably divine.
After fighting with so many monsters for a month, running for his life was a common thing. Therefore, his speed had increased by a lot. At this moment, the results of his bitter training were finally displayed.
Long He was like the god of death. His eyes were cold as he looked at the figure that was rushing towards him. He spat out two words stiffly, "Capture him alive!"
"Capture him alive?! You want to capture me alive? You want to capture me alive for the sake of the world of fire? You … are truly deranged. There's no cure for you. "Wutian was furious. The Essence Qi in his sea of Qi rolled and surged out like a tidal wave.
He furiously slapped his palm towards Long He's face. His Essence Qi gushed out, and the radiance was resplendent. It was as if a divine weapon had swept past. This place became a void zone, and the rain no longer fell.
Taking a step back, Long He crossed his legs and drew a trajectory in the air. He calmly dodged the attack. After that, he spread out his five fingers like an eagle's claw and grabbed towards Wutian's head. It was swift and fierce!
"Master ordered me to capture him alive." He muttered. He changed his direction and grabbed towards Wutian's shoulder. He wanted to capture him alive.
A person who had been refined into a puppet did not have any consciousness. They only knew how to obey their master's orders. However, this way, Wutian would have ample time to escape and counterattack.
In that instant, Wutian leaned his body slightly and narrowly avoided the attack. After that, his palm, which was covered in Essence Qi, was terrifyingly sharp. He turned his hand and chopped towards Long He.
With a "bang" sound, Wutian staggered and retreated a few steps. His palm had indeed hit Long He's armpit. He wanted to cripple Long He's arm as well. At that time, Long He's strength would be greatly reduced, and it would be much easier to kill him.
However, he was very surprised. His palm blade, which was wrapped in Essence Qi, could pierce through gold and break stone. However, Long He's arm was as if it was cast from Essence Steel. It was difficult to shake it in the slightest. Moreover, there was a kind of coldness on Long He's skin.
This kind of coldness was not the coldness of winter rain. Instead, it was as cold as ice. It was so cold that it made one's hair stand on end!
This, only a dead person would be like this. Could it be that Long He was already dead?
Wutian pulled back the wet hair in front of his forehead and carefully examined Long He's body. Finally, his complexion changed as he saw some clues. Long He's eyes were empty, and his expression was wooden. His chest was not beating and he was not breathing. This meant that the person in front of him was already dead. His soul no longer existed, and what was left was only an empty shell.
"He was controlled and turned into a puppet?!"
Regarding this kind of puppet technique, it was recorded in the animal skin scroll. Using a powerful cultivation, one could erase the soul of another person and turn them into an empty shell. There was no difference between them and a dead person.
This kind of method was very cruel. Generally, very few people would do this, unless the method was cruel and unforgivable.
This kind of technique was actually similar to Wutian's control of the Yuan Swallowing Frog. However, one person's consciousness and soul were still there, and they could move as usual. The other person became a living dead person. Even if they were completely dead, they could not be reincarnated.
"Roar!"
Not allowing him to think too much, Long He let out a roar like a wild beast, his empty eyes flashed with a strange light, his feet fiercely stomped on the ground, his arms opened, like a great roc spreading its wings, landed in front of him, and slapped out with his palm.
This palm did not have a dazzling radiance, nor did it have an oppressive aura. It was very ordinary. However, the space here was in a state of stagnation.
Wutian's heart palpitated. He felt a strong sense of danger. This ordinary palm gave him a very heavy pressure!
At this moment, he finally understood why Long He did not use his spiritual essence. A puppet that was controlled did not have intelligence. It could only use the strength of its body to instinctively attack.
Although he thought about it, his reaction was not slow at all. When the palm approached, Wutian bent his knees and leaned back to avoid the sharp edge.
With a clang, he pulled out the dark dagger from his waist. Spiritual essence gushed out and emitted a blazing light.
This time, the place where his dagger stabbed was still under Long He's armpit. He understood that only by crippling Long He's other arm would he have a chance to win.
"Clang!"
A metallic sound rang out. Wutian was pushed back by a huge force. However, within his dark eyes, there was a flicker of light. Drops of black blood dripped down from the tip of the dagger, making the dagger look even more ferocious.
This attack was not without effect. At least it had cut through that tough skin and made blood flow down.
"You really have been turned into a puppet!" Wutian looked at him coldly. The armpit was a very fragile part of the human body. It would definitely be painful to injure it. However, Long He was expressionless. He did not even move his eyelids. He had lost all feeling in his body.
Wutian's heart was filled with sorrow. He had betrayed the villagers, but in exchange, he had become a puppet. Man proposes, God disposes. In the end, Long He probably did not realize that he was already a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
His body moved "violently" and circled behind Long He. The dagger in his right hand flickered with a dim light. The tip of the dagger was swallowing and spitting out. It directly pierced into the wound under Long He's armpit. Black blood spurted out.
Long He roared. His black hair fluttered in the wind. He was like a devil incarnate. He was ferocious and terrifying. He did not care about his injuries at all. His big hand grabbed onto Wutian's arm. With a crisp crack, the bone was fractured on the spot!
"Hiss!"
Waves of pain came. Wutian could not help but suck in a breath of cold air. He endured the heart-wrenching pain. His veins were bulging. The spiritual essence in his left hand surged like a hammer and suddenly smashed down.
Under the huge force, the front part of the dagger penetrated deeply and pierced through Long He's entire shoulder. Wutian grabbed the dagger with lightning speed and spun it with all his strength. Long He's arm fell off. Black blood gushed out from the shoulder like a fountain.
All of this happened in an instant. Wutian had finally removed Long He's other arm. Although his own arm was fractured and had lost the ability to fight, he had achieved his goal. The dagger could not bear the load and broke into two!
"Roar, roar …"
Long He roared again and again. He looked disgusted. It was not because of the pain, but because he had not completed the task given by his master for a long time. He started to become impatient. He kicked up the broken arm on the ground and used it as a weapon to sweep it out.
"You deserve to die!"
Wutian spat out these three cold words. He did not retreat but advanced instead. He clenched his left hand into a fist and punched out. With a "Bang" sound, the arm exploded. His flesh and blood swirled in the air. He arrived in front of Long He in three steps. His fist radiated light in all directions and illuminated the sky!
This time, his target was Long He's eyes. He could not kill him in one blow yet. Therefore, he chose to attack his opponent's weakness. Losing the eyes was equivalent to losing the target. It would be much easier to kill him.
The eyes were the weakest. Wutian's attack contained all his strength. It accurately landed on Long He's right eye. Black blood splashed out and the eyeball exploded. Then, he pulled back his hand and smashed at Long He's left eye again.
"Bang!"
With this attack, Long He's entire eye socket was smashed. Wutian was not going to let him off after gaining the upper hand. He stretched out his index finger and a brilliant light shone out. It was as if a peerless sword had been unearthed. With a clanking sound, it penetrated Long He's ears. Blood spurted out like a fountain.
Long He's eyes and ears were destroyed in an instant. Although Long He did not feel anything, he was no longer a threat after losing these two things. Wutian was gasping for breath on the side.
Although all of this seemed simple, only the person involved knew how difficult it was to continuously attack so many times in such a short time. If not for the previous month's training, he admitted that he would not have been able to do it.
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