Chapter 302: Killing

Duan Rong looked at the thin plum on the blood stains, and it seemed that the blood pollution could not overwhelm its arrogant temperament ...

Suddenly Duan Rong's eyebrows jumped, because his Yu Guang was swept to the edge of the dense forest, and he stood by a person.

Duan Rong's hand grabbed his hand and had already made the handkerchief sleeve, and then he settled the man.

Fan Yuanhai, who had broken half of his left arm, looked at him with a smile.

"Brother Duan Rong! These filthy blood demon people are terrible. Fortunately, you are okay. Let's go, let's go to Guandao side! Everyone is waiting for us there."

Duan Rong is a disciple. Fan Yuanhai is an outer disciple. He said that Duan Rong was a master, and he was also a kind of closeness between the same door.

Fan Yuanhai said, and he has slowly walked towards Duan.

"Brother Fan, do you seem to be injured?" Duan Rong's gaze swept through Fan Yuanhai's broken arms, his eyes stepped back.

"It's not, I almost didn't let the dirty blood demon kill me. Fortunately, I have a big life." Fan Yuanhai looked at him with a vigilant look and frowned.

When he was out of the city, Fan Yuanhai's departure from the team had caused Duan Rong to alert.

Now, this person suddenly appears in front of him.

Duan Rong didn't think that Fan Yuanhai was worried about his safety and came to find himself.

He had no such friendship with Fan Yuanhai.

Duan Rong's consciousness has been released and passed through Fan Yuanhai's Dantian.

Fan Yuanhai is the second state of true gas, and the true gas in Dantian is far from exhausted!

Duan Rong's thoughts were like electricity rolling, and his eyes were deep.

"Brother Duan Rong, why have you kept back? Can you still eat you?"

Fan Yuanhai slowly stepped his body. He wanted to take advantage of Duan Rong to destroy his Dantian directly and took the opportunity to win. I didn't want Duan Rong to look at his mind, and he had already seen his mind, and couldn't help but step back.

At this time, the distance between the two was not only reduced, but instead widen a lot.

"Brother Fan laughed, this deserted mountain wild forest, my brother found me, it is estimated that it costs a lot?"

"Well ... Doesn't this mean that you and I have a fate?"

"That's it, that's ..." Duan Rong followed the sound, and suddenly the cloud snake stepped his best to show, and when he was vertical, he poured into the dense forest not far away.

At the moment of Duan Rong's body, Fan Yuanhai also tapped out.

The two were almost at the same time in the dense forest. Fan Yuanhai is the second strong man in the real spirit, and he is quite good at light work. Although Duan Rong is in the dense forest, he keeps around. But if it was still not available, Fan Yuanhai had been approaching.

Fan Yuanhai laughed: "Brother Duan Rong, my brother wants to be close to you, why do you refuse people so much?"

Fan Yuanhai said, after using his right hand to copy his waist, he held the iron fan and worked really at Qi, and hit Duan Rong's Dantian.

His body and realm are far exceeding Duan Rong, and this strike has no reason.

Duan Rong's consciousness was released, and he had long been thinking about it. The moment the iron fan was close, he thought that the blood was rising all over the body!

The bloodshot of the floating creep is like a living creature, when it comes out, it gathers the bulge, such as the blood -colored sand ball, colliding with the iron fan that comes!

Fan Yuanhai only felt that the blood in front of her eyes flashed, and her iron fan was picked up by the bulging blood shots!

Duan Rong's dirty blood magic power has achieved the second layer, and the achievements in the blood of the blood of the blood have been the same as the blood monk Wu Xiang and Wei Yutian.

"Dirty blood magic!"

Fan Yuanhai looked at the blood shadow in front of him, and his body could not help but stagnate, and his mind was even more tide.

"Duan Rong is actually a demon -like demon!"

Fan Yuanhai clearly confessed that why Duan Rong could kill Dao Han.

And so, this person is inner response this time.

What is even more terrible is that Duan Rong is also a disciple of Zongmen.

This is a major case of Zongmen being penetrated by the blood education!

If he broke the case, the advanced inner disciples were not expected! It's a matter of nailing on the board!

So great! It actually descended from the sky!

Fan Yuanhai's eyes are hard to hide ecstasy.

Duan Rong's body flickered, and a blossoming plum blossoming shadowed at hand, a willow leaf knife, a flash of light and shadow, shot towards Fan Yuanhai.

As soon as Fan Yuanhai's wrist flies, he opened the iron fan.

The iron fan flickered, so it fell towards a willow leaf knife fan!

Fan Yuanhai raised Duan Rong's flying knife with some disdain, while thinking about dealing with Duan Rong's strategy.

But Duan Rong's heart had been set.

Suddenly, as soon as he was in shape, he held his hands and chopped to Fan Yuanhai. Fan Yuanhai patted the knife shadow. Duan Rong immediately retracted back. At the same time, his left hand shook, and a willow leaf knife shot again!

As soon as Fan Yuanhai's fan waved, he dodged and fell the willow leaf knife. Then he sneered: "Duan Rong, brother, you have a good practice in your hand, you do n’t go to the streets, but you lose ... ... "

Duan Rong faced Fan Yuanhai's ridicule and sarcasm, and his complexion was still moving.

At this moment, the broken cloth soaked by the blood stain suddenly fell ...

The broken cloth was originally bandaged in the wound. The two chased in the dense forest. Duan Rong was a flying knife, and the attack was also disturbed.

Sure enough, with Fan Yuanhai's body shaking, his random banded broken cloth fell off from the wound ...

At the moment of the broken cloth falling off, Duan Rong suddenly approached, cutting into Fan Yuanhai with a knife, sneered at the corner of Fan Yuanhai's mouth, waving a fan and sweeping away.

At this moment, Duan Rong thought about it, and a soul wave suddenly shot.

Invisible and silent ripples passed through Fan Yuanhai.

The sneer on Fan Yuanhai's face suddenly froze, and at that moment, his brain went blank!

In this lightning moment, Duan Rong shook his left sleeve, holding a handful of poison powder in his hand, and smeared it on the wound of Fan Yuanhai's broken arm.

"I'll apply some medicine to you!"

Duan Rong succeeded in one strike, and immediately his figure flashed, and the plum blossom afterimage bloomed beside him, and one after another flying needles shot out from the afterimage.

At this time, Duan Rong shot out not a scimitar, but a poisoned silver needle!

Fan Yuanhai's brain suddenly went blank, but it was just a flash of lightning. He was shocked and realized that he waved his iron fan and knocked down the flying needle shot by Duan Rong!

When he saw the needle-like hidden weapon, he was more convinced that Duan Rong was the one who committed the Jie Lei and Xu Ruhu case!

Fan Yuanhai naturally knew that what Duan Rong had just applied to his wound was obviously some kind of poison.

He immediately circulated his true Qi and sealed the meridians on the broken arm to prevent the poison from invading his internal organs along the broken arm.

What shocked Fan Yuanhai the most at this moment was that he had just had a blank mind and soul for a moment, almost in a blackout state.

Fan Yuanhai had never practiced the Taizang Sutra, and this soul wave was a soul technique that could only be performed after achieving the third level of the Taizang realm, which he had never heard of.

In his opinion, Duan Rong made his brain blank for a moment, which was obviously some kind of magic of the Filthy Blood God Cult.

Duan Rong not only had the Filthy Blood God to protect his body, but also had strange means to attack the soul, which immediately gave Fan Yuanhai a headache.

Fan Yuanhai's mind was blank for a moment, and then he knocked down several flying needles shot by Duan Rong, but when he circulated his true Qi to seal the meridians on the broken arm, he found that in just a breath, the poison was about to invade his shoulder!

Once the poison passed his shoulder, it would invade his heart!

"This speed of infection..."

Fan Yuanhai felt a chill in his heart. He suddenly thought of what the coroner Liu Kui said. The speed of infection of the poison that Jie Daohan was infected with was much faster than that of corpse decay.

Fan Yuanhai's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot in an instant. He waved his iron fan and smashed it at his broken arm. It was too late to circulate his true energy to seal the meridians.

His broken arm was newly injured and still bleeding. Duan Rong directly smeared a handful of poison powder on it. The toxicity of poinsettia was very strong, and Duan Rong used such a large amount. The poison in Fan Yuanhai's body was naturally raging like fire.

The large and small meridians on Fan Yuanhai's broken arm were all filled with poison at this time, and they were spreading at a terrifying speed. It was about to pass through his shoulder and directly hit his heart.

Fan Yuanhai was in a hurry. It was impossible for him to circulate his true energy to seal all the large and small meridians on his broken arm at once.

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So, he made a quick decision to cut off his arm to survive, and directly used the iron fan to break his arm at the root!

When his iron fan was about to be raised, Duan Rong immediately knew what he was going to do. Duan Rong's figure flashed, and with a leap, he actually threw Fan Yuanhai down.

Duan Rong used his body to block the iron fan that Fan Yuanhai threw at his broken arm. Because, with his martial arts level, neither his knife nor his flying needle could stop the attack of Fan Yuanhai, a martial artist in the true qi realm.

The moment Duan Rong threw Fan Yuanhai down, Fan Yuanhai's iron fan hit Duan Rong's chest. Duan Rong's blood threads floated and squirmed all over his body, gathered and bulged, and took the attack.

The two were about to fall to the ground, and Fan Yuanhai could feel countless slippery blood threads squirming on his face, as if his face was covered with maggots and leeches, and he suddenly felt nauseous.

Fan Yuanhai moved his body, stepped on the ground, tilted his body and flew backwards, avoiding Duan Rong.

Fan Yuanhai just stood firm and shouted, "Not good", because just at that moment, the poison had invaded his shoulder and entered his heart.

Fan Yuanhai was shocked and angry, and without hesitation, he smashed his left arm with a fan, because the poison was still spreading from the broken arm.

A splash of blood, and the bone fragments were exposed on Fan Yuanhai's bloody shoulder.

The sudden huge pain made Fan Yuanhai dizzy and almost fell down!

Duan Rong stood not far away with blood floating all over his body. His consciousness penetrated Fan Yuanhai's body, and his heart was immediately relieved. The poinsettia had invaded Fan Yuanhai's heart.

Fan Yuanhai immediately sat cross-legged in the dense forest, trying to force the poison out.

Once the poison enters the heart, it will spread throughout the body in an instant as the heart beats and bleeds. But if the heart is blocked, even if Fan Yuanhai is a strong man in the true qi realm, he will not be able to hold on for long. Moreover, if the poison is sealed in the heart, the heart will rot soon.

Duan Rong saw Fan Yuanhai sitting cross-legged, and just looked at him without moving his eyes.

Duan Rong knew very well. Fan Yuanhai's poison this time was different from that of Jie Daohan. Jie Daohan's poison entered from the stomach, and he could force it out by circulating the true qi. Therefore, when Jie Daohan sat cross-legged to force the poison out, Duan Rong kept harassing him.

And Fan Yuanhai's poison entered the heart this time. The poison of poinsettia is so fierce that once it enters the heart vein, there is no way to save him.

Even if he did nothing at this time, Fan Yuanhai would definitely die.

Moreover, the poison that Jie Daohan was poisoned with was only three silver needles. What dosage did he give Fan Yuanhai?

If the evil doctor Shen Ping knew that he used poinsettia to paste the powder directly, I wonder if he would scold him for squandering natural resources?

However, after a few breaths, Fan Yuanhai's poison had already spread throughout his body's meridians, and it was impossible to force out his true energy!

He suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed with murderous light!

He was a warrior of the second level of the True Qi Realm. He had never thought that Duan Rong, who was in the Inner Breath Realm, could actually kill him!

But he knew that he would definitely die today!

Blood threads were floating and wriggling all over Duan Rong's body. With the protection of the Dirty Blood Divine Art, he could probably kill Duan Rong, but he couldn't kill him, so he could expose him.

As long as he rushed to the official road and told Zhu Qunxiang and the others that Duan Rong was the insider of the Dirty Blood Cult, Zhu Qunxiang and the others would never let Duan Rong go!

Fan Yuanhai suddenly jumped up, leaped, and ran wildly in another direction.

Duan Rong was stunned. He thought Fan Yuanhai would counterattack before his death, but he didn't expect Fan Yuanhai to still want to escape when he was about to die.

"No!"

Duan Rong's heart jumped, and he immediately understood Fan Yuanhai's vicious thoughts. He ran wildly to chase Fan Yuanhai.

But Fan Yuanhai was a strong man in the True Qi Realm, and his Qinggong was amazing. How could Duan Rong catch up?

However, Fan Yuanhai had just used his body shape, but within a few breaths, his eyes began to double and his steps became weak.

The poison was originally only in his meridians, and after his frantic running, the poison instantly invaded his muscles and organs.

He himself could not see that his whole body was already blood red, as bright as blood!

This color was much brighter than the color when Jie Daohan died!

Fan Yuanhai leaped up, and in mid-air, his body suddenly stagnated, and he fell straight down.

Duan Rong, who was several feet behind him, leaped a few times before stopping not far away, looking at Fan Yuanhai who fell to the ground with cautious eyes.

Fan Yuanhai fell on his back, and Duan Rong clearly saw that his face was as red as if covered with blood.

Duan Rong flicked his hand, and a silver needle shot towards Fan Yuanhai's brow, and the silver needle went straight in without any stagnation.

Duan Rong felt relieved and took a breath. With a thought, the blood threads floating and wriggling around his body suddenly shrank from the pores into his body.

While the blood threads were floating and wriggling, Duan Rong had been suppressing his intensive phobia, the waves of nausea and itching.

If there were any other way, he would never want to use the dirty blood magic.

Duan Rong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and repeatedly used his spiritual sense to explore. His soul had already consumed a lot, and he had just used the soul wave. His soul had already felt a tingling sensation, and Duan Rong's eyes showed a strong sense of depression.

Duan Rong gritted his teeth and walked towards Fan Yuanhai's body with heavy legs.

Duan Rong walked over, picked up Fan Yuanhai's body, slowly walked out of the dense forest, and returned to the ruined temple.

Duan Rong threw Fan Yuanhai's body next to the headless body of the blood monk Wuxiang, and then cut off Fan Yuanhai's head with a knife.

With the stimulation of the strong smell of blood, the ownerless blood threads on the headless body of the blood monk Wuxiang, which were already very dry and thirsty, immediately climbed and spread towards Fan Yuanhai's body like weeds. However, after a few breaths, Fan Yuanhai's body turned into a mummy...