Mo Wanwu looked coldly at the arrogant, even crazy young man in front of him. It was this person who caused bloody crimes one after another in Chang'an City, and the people who were killed were all disciples of Mo Wanwu. He once said that if the murderer could be found, he would definitely tear him into pieces.
Now, the murderer was standing in front of him.
But at this time, Mo Wanwu didn't seem to be in a hurry to act.
He took a few steps forward, looked straight into Fang Henshui's eyes and asked, "You used to be a citizen of the Sui Dynasty, why did you become like this? You are still a law enforcement officer, and you once upheld justice. What about now? Don't you feel that the blood on your hands will burn your conscience? Don't you think you look very chic now? But why do you look like a clown hiding your head and showing your tail to me? "
Hearing the word clown, Fang Henshui's expression changed slightly, but he quickly smiled again, pointed to himself and said, "I am also a citizen of the Sui Dynasty now, as for why I became like this... Whoever, after going through such a period of time, may also feel the same as me."
"Stop talking about me."
Fang Henshui smiled and said, "I'm a police officer. I'm better at interrogating prisoners than you. You just want to find out about my past. I've told you just now... Come on, use your skills to fight with me. Fight, beat me, and I will naturally tell you everything."
He raised his hand, with his index finger facing the sky.
On the fingertips, a small and exquisite three-petal white lotus slowly rotates, crystal clear.
"No matter how beautiful she is, she is still a monster!"
Mo Wanwu said coldly.
Fang Henshui sighed slightly: "People from the Buddhist sect regard our people in the Sui Dynasty as demons, and people from the Sui Dynasty also regard people from the Buddhist sect as demons. Who is the real demon?"
"you!"
Mo Wanwu drank a word, and then suddenly moved. The fingerprints he was already pinching suddenly changed, and the vitality of the world in this area suddenly became violent. A moment later, a huge palm transformed from the vitality of heaven and earth appeared in front of him, at least twice as big as his body.
Mo Wanwu pushed forward with one hand, and that huge palm slammed towards Fang Henshui.
Fang Henshui's eyes changed, and his expression seemed to become excited. As he stepped back, he flicked his fingers, and the small and delicate three-petaled white lotus immediately separated from his fingers to meet Mo Wanwu's huge palm. In comparison, Bai Lian was as weak as a mosquito in front of that palm.
But when the giant hand collided with the white lotus, a huge wave suddenly rolled over. The air within a radius of five meters was distorted, followed by a violent explosion sound. After the explosion, violent storms swept out in all directions, as if the land in this area had been turned over by an iron plow, all the weeds were uprooted and flew violently. The branches of the trees snapped and the fallen leaves flew all over the sky.
The dust and smoke rolled over the ground, and the air was yellow.
Mo Wanwu's figure flashed, his eyes fixed on the looming figure in the dust and smoke. He stretched out his hands at the same time, and six or seven arrows shot towards the figure in the dust and smoke. Faintly, he seemed to see the figure shaking back and forth a few times before disappearing.
Mo Wanwu didn't dare to be careless, instead of rushing forward immediately, he concentrated on his guard. When the dust and smoke slowly dissipated, where was Fang Henshui's figure on the opposite side
clap clap—
At this moment, applause came from behind him.
"Professors at the Academy of Martial Arts are really extraordinary. They are much better than your students. I am very happy... Only such opponents can make me feel satisfied... I know you have said more than once, you must smash me to pieces Wan Duan. Come on, come on... I'm right here, come and kill me."
There was a twist of human nature in this voice, or because of excitement, the voice became a little hoarse.
Mo Wanwu didn't turn around immediately to look behind him, he waved his hands back, and another six or seven fingers swept backward like a snake crawling forward rapidly. Then he tapped his feet and rushed forward. After rushing straight for four or five meters, he turned around. While turning around, his fingerprints formed again, and a huge palm slowly appeared in front of him.
Fang Henshui walked forward with a distorted smile, without dodging at all. Those six or seven fingers hit one after another, but he didn't seem to feel it. Many small holes were punched in his clothes, but there was no trace of blood. With Mo Wanwu's cultivation base, such a sharp finger force could not hurt his physical body.
Fang Henshui's smile became more and more ferocious, like a prehistoric beast that smelled blood.
"Come and kill me."
He roared hoarsely: "If you don't kill me, I will kill you."
Mo Wanwu's face became extremely serious, and he stretched out his hand to push forward. The giant hand, which looked more solid than before, slapped down fiercely, as if a thick dark cloud fell from the sky. Fang Henshui lifted his hands up, and pushed them down like he was holding a boulder.
Instead of dissipating the giant hand formed by the vitality of that day, it became more and more real on top of his head. Moreover, for some unknown reason, the color of the giant hand began to slowly turn into a frenzied black.
Mo Wanwu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't take back the vitality that originally belonged to him. Looking at the huge black palm, he suddenly yelled. The sound of drinking was lingering, and the trembling mountains and forests seemed to be shaking. The giant hand appeared in front of him again. The difference was that this time behind the giant hand was an equally huge arm, and the other end of the arm was connected to Mo Wanwu's shoulder. It looked as if his right arm had suddenly grown countless times. After the giant arm was formed, Mo Wanwu did not stop to circulate the vitality of the world. The second hand gradually appeared in front of him, and the arm took shape.
The arms condensed from that day's vitality are like Thor's hammer.
"Destroy!"
Mo Wanwu yelled, and raised his two huge arms at the same time. In mid-air, the giant hands clenched together to form a heavy fist and smashed down fiercely!
The situation is like a landslide!
At the same time, Fang Henshui raised his arms. The giant hand he had captured that had turned into pure black raised it against Mo Wanwu's heavy fist.
Boom!
An explosion force that was several times stronger than the collision between Bailian and the giant hand swayed around. With Fang Henshui as the center, the land within a radius of five or six meters sank rapidly, forming a large pit. The thick dust and smoke swept around like a black dragon, and the nearest big tree couldn't resist the impact and fell to one side with a creak.
Even the trees that were a little farther away were shaken by the impact, and the bark was blown away one by one, as if there were countless knives wrapped in the wind, destroying it wantonly.
After the violent explosion, the two solid giant arms in front of Mo Wanwu were shattered. The vitality of heaven and earth dissipated, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body was blown backward by the hurricane.
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In the pit, Fang Henshui, who was completely demonized, walked up step by step with a grim smile. The giant hand he had captured had dissipated, and his clothes were in pieces. There were faint bloodstains on his arms, which were the slight scars left on his body after the violent collision.
Mo Wanwu hadn't planned to test it from the beginning, and that giant hand and arm was his real killing move.
But obviously, such a domineering power of cultivation could not knock down Fang Henshui. Instead, he completely pushed this man who had already stepped into madness with one leg. Fang Henshui's eyes looked cloudy, as cloudy as a pool of polluted water. His steps were slow and extremely heavy, and the ground collapsed with each step.
With long hair fluttering, the man looked like a demon who had emerged from hell.
"You make me happier and happier."
Fang Henshui, with a ferocious face, was still smiling. He looked at the blood on his arm, and the excitement in his eyes became stronger and stronger: "I knew you wouldn't let me down, come on... come on, add more!" You can kill me with all your strength. Don't let me down, come and kill me!"
Mo Wanwu vomited another mouthful of blood, which stained the front of his clothes red. The previous huge shock force made him almost unable to resist, as if a wave was churning back and forth in his chest and abdomen. The giant arm he transformed with the vitality of heaven and earth failed to really hurt Fang Henshui, but the backlash made him suffer unimaginable pain.
Fang Henshui fought back with his giant hand, and the two forces were from the same source. After the collision, the scattered vitality of heaven and earth penetrated into Mo Wanwu's body like tens of thousands of ants returning to their nests. And many of them had turned into black vitality, and the giant black hand that Fang Henshui raised earlier was broken and mixed with Mo Wanwu's heaven and earth vitality.
At this time, Mo Wanwu's body seemed to be bitten by thousands of snakes, insects, rats and ants. The vitality that returned to his body didn't run according to the Qi pulse at all, and ran rampant in his body. Especially those black heaven and earth vitality, which seemed to be unable to find their own affiliation and then became violent, constantly impacting Qihai strange acupoint.
puff!
Mo Wanwu spat out another mouthful of blood, followed by a blood hole bursting somewhere on his arm. Flesh flew, and his arm seemed to be pierced by a spiked arrow. It was an air pocket that couldn't bear the violent vitality and was washed away, and his arm was considered useless.
Mo Wanwu struggled to stand up, gritted his teeth, turned around and rushed out.
"You haven't killed me, how can you leave?"
Fang Henshui laughed wildly behind him and said, then waved and sprinkled three small and delicate white lotuses. When the lotus was flying in mid-air, it turned black at an extremely fast speed as if it had been corroded by something. The black is so thorough, so deep. It's like being stained with ink, but it can't be washed off.
Three black lotuses exploded behind Mo Wanwu one after another, tearing the bloody flesh from Mo Wanwu's back.
With a bang, Mo Wanwu's body fell from mid-air and hit the ground heavily.
His back was completely rotten, his clothes were burned, his flesh was blasted, and his white spine was faintly visible in the broken flesh.
Mo Wanwu struggled to stand up again, but his legs had no strength at all. He began to crawl forward, very slowly, leaving a thick trail of blood on the grass. Where he crawled, bits of meat and bone stubble hung on the blades of grass and slid off.
Fang Henshui walked forward while grinning grinningly, he stretched out his hand and pointed away.
With a pop, a burst of blood mist exploded from Mo Wanwu's right leg. Mo Wanwu's body shook violently, he paused, gritted his teeth and continued to crawl forward. Fang Henshui pointed again, and Mo Wanwu's left leg was also shattered.
Mo Wanwu, whose legs were severed, looked half as short.
It's like a dwarf covered in blood, still crawling forward with the only arm that can move.
"The desire to survive is indeed so strong."
Fang Henshui murmured as he walked: "Just like I was at that time, it seemed to fall into an endless darkness. Even a little light from a firefly would become hope, and I wanted to catch it. At that time I'm just like you now, desperate and overwhelmed. Want to survive... but don't know how to escape the overwhelming fear. But I'm luckier than you... When I was almost desperate, I found life. "
He walked up to Mo Wanwu and squatted down, looking at Mo Wanwu who was still waving his arms but could no longer move forward.
"You didn't kill me, you didn't beat me..."
Fang Henshui seemed a little disappointed, but also a little relieved.
He sat down and leaned against a tree. Looking at Mo Wanwu, who was waving his one arm, only half of his body was left and he still didn't give up. He knew that this person would die soon, and someone else might have died with such a serious injury. But Mo Wanwu's cultivation base is high enough, and the remaining vitality of heaven and earth is still protecting his heart. But because of this, Mo Wanwu endured unimaginable pain at this time.
Fang Henshui picked up a small piece of minced meat from the ground, put it in front of his eyes, looked at it carefully, and then put it into his mouth.
He chewed slowly, as if savoring the bloody taste carefully.
"Human flesh is really hard to eat."