Chapter 226 Cang Ling's Sword Discussion (Forty-One)

() The middle of the bell, the island in the middle of the lake.

Looking up, the sky is as dark as ink, and the forest on the island is filled with shadows as thick as solid entities.

At this moment, there is a small bell hanging on the top of every tree in the forest. Those bells all emit a silvery shimmer, like solitary lamps, lighting up the dark night and creating a strange picture.

"Ha... an expected result." Ling Mo walked up to Feng Bujue with a grim smile, "Now you should understand why the Taoist priest failed to defeat me, right?"

Feng Bujue covered the wound on his waist and knelt on the ground, breathing heavily, "Haaah...cough...you're right...this is indeed...an expected result." He said At this point, Jing laughed: "I knew from the beginning that you were very powerful. A magic weapon like the Vajra Bell to exorcise evil fell into the hands of a demon like you, but was used by you instead. It shows... Cough..." He coughed out a large mouthful of blood: "You are by no means an idle person."

Suzu Mo looks like no longer a little girl at this moment. Her body has become the same as that of an adult, but it is wrapped in black smoke. From the outline of her body and the voice of her voice, we can tell that she is a woman. Her voice sounds like she is around thirty years old, and other characteristics are unknown. .

"Hmph... Since you already knew this, why did you instruct your companions to act separately from you?" Suzu Mo smiled and said: "'Run separately and delay as much time as possible', was it you who said it? Or should I take it seriously? Shouted in front of me."

"Is there anything wrong with my tactics?" Feng Bujue replied, while forcing his body to stand up from the ground.

At this time, Feng Bujue was at the end of his strength. Previously, he used the Death Poker combined with the Soul Concentration Technique to force the Bell Demon to deal with him first. Along the way, he fought and retreated, started and stopped using skills, frequently switched equipment, and made full use of items... In the end, he was forced to fight his way out of the "Ten Thousand Bells Evil Array", and even polished off the Ring Demon's unstoppable force. Less blood.

But facing a BOSS that was obviously impossible to defeat alone, he had to pay a price for this series of actions. At this moment, all five bottles of survival value supplements on Feng Bujue's body have been used up, and there is no death poker left. Although one-third of his physical strength is left, his survival value is only 26%, and there is still a [bleeding] effect in the status bar.

It could be said that even if Ling Mo didn't give him the final blow, Feng Bujue wouldn't be able to hold on for a few more minutes.

Of course, Feng Bujue still had SCP-500 on him, but he didn't plan to use it, because he himself felt that the situation in front of him was very likely to fail, and using it would be a waste.

"If you knew my strength from the beginning, you should unite with your companions to deal with me. That way you still have a chance of victory." Suzu Mo responded: "Huh... but you let her run away from you. , still want to delay? Ha... Do you think that prolonging the battle in my territory will be beneficial to you? "

"I can't say it's advantageous." Feng Bujue replied calmly: "I just chose... a fighting method that is 100% sure to win you."

Ling Mo's figure stagnated slightly, "Oh? Let me guess... At this moment, are you trying to say... that you carry some kind of powerful explosive that will detonate as soon as you die, blowing me away too?" There’s not even a scum left?”

"No." Feng Bujue said, "I just want to tell you that you have been poisoned."

"Haha...is this the last joke you make?" Suzu Mo sneered.

"The effect of this poison is very weak. Judging from your performance, there is no obvious feeling either at the moment of being poisoned or after being poisoned." Feng Bujue said: "If you are a traveler from another world like me, as long as you Just glance at the 'status bar' and you'll notice it, but unfortunately you won't."

"You make it up like that, but compared to this, I would rather believe that you will self-destruct." Suzu Mo replied with a smile. She obviously still didn't believe it.

"Your confidence is based on two reasons. First, you think that as a spirit body, you should be immune to things like 'poison'; second, until this second, you still haven't figured out how I can To poison you." Feng Bujue revealed the opponent's thoughts directly, and continued: "Since I have a sure victory, I might as well tell you, first of all, I used this to poison you..."

Feng Bujue said, showing the [Goblin Gas Mask], "When I was tied to the stake and talking to you, you were already poisoned. This is called 'poison attribute attack', we travelers from other worlds A unique method. You should also know that the weapons on us, as long as they are not pure physical attacks, can be effective against spirits like you." He said and changed the facial equipment to hide: " Just like the submachine gun I used to shoot you before, those bullets have no effect on you, but the flames that are occasionally triggered can hurt you, right? "

At this moment, the bells on the surrounding trees began to sway, and some even fell from the trees. This was the best proof that their ownership had been shaken.

"You have been chasing me for too long. Even if exercise does not aggravate the effects of toxins in your body, I think after this hour and seven minutes (Feng Bujue calculated the time in his mind during the escape)... even if every day Only 1% of your health will be lost in a minute, and you only have 33% left. Plus my attacks along the way..." Feng Bujue took a long breath: "In short, even if I die, you won't have time to kill me. Drop my teammates, so I said, this is 100% okay..."

"Enough." Ling Mo interrupted him: "Those so-called 'status', 'blood volume', 'attributes', etc. you mentioned have nothing to do with me." She said in a deep voice: "You just want to tell me that I will be killed by you soon, right?"

"Correct." Feng Bujue said.

Suddenly, all the bells in the forest returned to calm, and the surroundings returned to a dead silence.

The black smoke dissipated, and Ling Mo showed his true form. She was half a head taller than Feng Bujue, with a European female face, with clear contours and beautiful and moving features. Her skin was lavender, she had no hair, and there were curly horns on both sides of her forehead. She was naked, and the lower half of her chest and lower abdomen had a mane similar to clothes, covering some sensitive parts that were not suitable to appear in the game, and her lower body was two smooth and slender thighs connected to huge, hairy hooves under the knees.

Feng Bujue shook his head and said earnestly, "Too vulgar, too outrageous, what is this? A fur bra? Do you dare to grow hair all over your body, or not grow hair at all?" He complained about the system using the devil beauty to sell her body half-covered and half-exposed. At the same time, he kept his eyes on the other party's towering chest without restraint, staring at the two semicircular spheres not covered by the mane for a long time without blinking.

"Humph... your companion is right, you are really an extremely narcissistic person." Ling Mo had obviously been monitoring the two players for a long time and knew their conversation clearly.

As she spoke, she had come to Feng Bujue, looking down at him with a condescending look and said, "Do you have to tell me all your plans before I die? If you say something else to delay me, I might die without knowing it, and your life will be saved." She suddenly stretched out one hand, pinched Feng Bujue's neck, and lifted him up easily: "And now, since I already know that I will die soon... why don't I drag one more person to be buried with me?"

"Damn..." Blood seeped from the corner of Feng Bujue's mouth, his face turned purple, but he still forced his eyes open, and continued to stare at Ling Mo's chest at a 45-degree angle. Before his last survival value and joints were lost together, he squeezed out a sentence from his teeth in a sullen manner: "It's really... covered... airtight..."

At this moment, a cold light flashed, and blood splashed. The hand that pinched Feng Bujue's neck suddenly lost its strength.

Feng Bujue felt his throat loosen up, and then he fell to the ground, his survival value stopped at 3%. The bell demon in front of him had lost its head.

The female head with goat horns flew up into the sky, drew a parabola, and landed seven or eight meters away. The countless bells in the woods suddenly disappeared after a few seconds.

The shadows around him began to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the sky gradually brightened. The golden sunlight at dusk pierced through the darkness like a sharp blade and pierced into the forest, illuminating the island.

Before Feng Bujue could react to this series of changes, the headless body of the bell demon shook twice and fell towards Brother Jue who was lying on the ground.

For a player with a survival value of only 3%, the probability of being hit by such an object weighing at least 50 kilograms and turning into white light OVER is very high. Feng Bujue survived a disaster, so how could he capsize in the ditch? He immediately rolled to the side and avoided the fallen body. When his survival value dropped below 2%, he stuffed another SCP-500 into his mouth to cure the bleeding state.

"Wow... that was close..." Feng Bujue sat up and breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second, his sight met Siyu's contemptuous eyes.

"Damn, it's really covered up." Siyu repeated Feng Bujue's "last words" in her unique cold tone.

"Hey, didn't I tell you to go separately from me?" Feng Bujue asked, "If you follow me like this... What if this BOSS kills me when it has only 30% of its health left and quickly finds your position, then wouldn't it be possible for both of us to be wiped out?"

Siyu seemed not to hear him and continued to mutter, "She is nearly 1.9 meters tall, and half human and half sheep..."

Feng Bujue replied unhappily, "Are you complaining about my strong taste? Or are you jealous and hateful?"

"I'm just surprised that a human must be so crazy that he can react like you when he is about to die." Siyu chuckled.

"It's just a game. I'm not really going to be strangled to death." Feng Bujue spread his hands and replied in a relaxed tone.

Siyu stared at his face for a few seconds, and stopped talking. In the end, she still didn't say anything, just said, "Maybe."

After that, she slowly walked to his side, sat down with her knees hugged, and silently handed him two bottles of survival value supplements.