Chapter 112 The Fluid

"Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack..."

A series of crisp sounds came from Ding Xiang's body. The son of the Silver Armor Guard Commander was currently enduring the most terrifying torture in the world.

Behind him stood Zheng Fan, his hands gripping Ding Xiang's head, wisps of black aura emanating from his palms and transferring into Ding Xiang's body.

Ding Xiang's eyes had already rolled back,

His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make a sound.

A normal person, after drinking water, could feel the water sloshing in their stomach when they jumped.

At this moment, Ding Xiang felt the same way, but even more intense.

His bones, his organs, everything inside him, was turning into liquid.

Like winter ice and snow slowly melting, all the chaos, all the distractions, all the obsessions, were insignificant at this moment.

Chu Fengjiu watched this scene with his own eyes, slowly drawing the soft sword he wore around his waist.

The soft sword trembled slightly, making a subtle sound.

He knew that soon, the Silver Armor Guards lying in ambush nearby would converge here.

As a Captain of the Silver Armor Guard, he cherished his life.

"Pa!"

Zheng Fan released his hands from Ding Xiang's head.

Ding Xiang's body swayed a few times,

And began to walk towards Chu Fengjiu subconsciously. Perhaps, at this moment, only Chu Fengjiu could give his confused mind a little sense of security.

Even though this superior, this elder, had just unhesitatingly pushed him out as a shield.

But Ding Xiang could no longer think too much, because his brain had already melted. Rather than saying he was still alive, it was more accurate to say that inertia made him seem...alive.

One step,

Two steps,

Three steps,

"Whishhhhh..."

Like the sound of water in an oil paper bag hitting the ground,

Or like a perfectly crafted Yangzhou soup dumpling.

Ding Xiang "collapsed,"

Leaving only a water-filled skin,

Wobbling back and forth on the ground, moist and glistening.

This scene,

Made Chu Fengjiu's pupils shrink suddenly,

As a Captain of the Silver Armor Guard, what kind of filth and dirt hadn't he experienced?

The tortures in the Silver Armor Guard's dungeon were endless, but he had never seen such a scene!

At this moment, Chu Fengjiu had no doubt that as long as he poked Ding Xiang with his soft sword, Ding Xiang would "flow" out.

Zheng Fan tilted his head slightly, his body also a little slanted, his left shoulder high and his right shoulder low, just looking at Chu Fengjiu with a smile.

This was the torture of the Demonic Core,

This was the Demonic Core's experience,

The Nine Incarnations of Vengeful Infants,

This was the pain he had personally endured, this was the sin he had suffered,

Back then,

He repeatedly carried the hope of "life", the longing for the outside world, the instinctive perception of all that was beautiful, expecting to be born.

But in the end,

What awaited him,

Was not a cry that belonged to him, not the care and love of his parents,

But only the piercing of cold metal!

He was ended like this, he was terminated like this, time and time again longing, time and time again yearning for beauty, until the end, all turned into the most ruthless misery!

Now,

He turned it into his own means,

This was,

The Demonic Core's punishment!

"Heh heh... heh heh..."

A childish voice came,

Zheng Fan's hand reached forward,

"Buzz!"

The next moment,

Zheng Fan's feet scraped a groove in the ground as he appeared directly in front of Chu Fengjiu.

Chu Fengjiu immediately released a gray light from his body, which also attached to his soft sword, and the soft sword immediately stabbed straight forward.

Qi and blood externalization, this was an Eighth-Rank martial artist!

Moreover, unlike the old man Sun who held a spear against the current under Mianzhou City, Old Man Sun was old and frail. Although he was once an Eighth-Rank martial artist, in reality, he was probably only at the peak of the Ninth-Rank. In terms of stamina, he might have been slightly insufficient. In the end, his stalemate with Liang Cheng was just a brief return to glory in exchange for consuming his life.

But Chu Fengjiu was a genuine Eighth-Rank!

The soft sword was very fast, like a clanging silver snake!

But Zheng Fan was even faster, his body sideways, his whole person facing up, his feet still moving, directly dodging the soft sword.

At the same time, Zheng Fan's hands grabbed towards Chu Fengjiu!

Having seen what happened to Ding Xiang, how could Chu Fengjiu dare to let Zheng Fan's hands touch him?

He immediately retreated quickly, but Zheng Fan pressed on relentlessly.

Chu Fengjiu's soft sword immediately slashed downwards diagonally, trying to cut Zheng Fan in half.

At this moment,

A hint of hesitation seemed to appear in Zheng Fan's eyes,

As if at this moment,

His own father's body being cut in half,

He didn't seem to be unable to accept it?

His body also trembled suddenly at this moment,

A will was forcibly applied, shattering his hesitation.

Zheng Fan's body suddenly pressed down again,

His whole person stuck to the ground,

Chu Fengjiu's sword tip only scratched a crack on Zheng Fan's armor. Although sparks flew, it failed to truly hurt Zheng Fan,

At the same time, Zheng Fan's feet were still pushing forward rapidly on the ground.

Chu Fengjiu immediately let out an angry roar. From the beginning of the fight until now, he had been completely on the defensive. He knew that if he continued to be suppressed like this, something would happen sooner or later.

Every Silver Armor Guard was crawled out of the bottom. Those who could reach high positions were all killed in an environment similar to raising gu (a poisonous insect). Their fighting experience was naturally extremely rich.

But what Chu Fengjiu couldn't have expected was that,

No matter how rich his fighting experience was,

He couldn't compare with the characters in the manga,

Because their upper limit, their resume, their many things, what they needed, was not years of accumulation,

Just one chapter...an extra chapter.

Zheng Fan's movements were faster than Chu Fengjiu's. His hands supported the ground in reverse. In an instant, he directly changed from an ape-like creature walking on two feet into a reptile!

The speed suddenly increased!

Chu Fengjiu's eyes narrowed. Before he could react at all, Zheng Fan had already completely closed in on him.

Chu Fengjiu immediately waved a burst of sword light, using his own qi and blood to bless himself, setting up three layers of defense around him.

But Zheng Fan did not actively attack after getting close. Instead, he chose to move along Chu Fengjiu's figure. His speed was too fast, so fast that Chu Fengjiu's eyes couldn't keep up!

What,

What the hell is this!

Chu Fengjiu had completely lost his composure. No matter how strong the opponent was, even a Seventh-Rank or Sixth-Rank martial artist, he would not fall into such a state of mind.

At least, everyone was following the routine, following the process. Winning or losing, life or death, depended on their abilities!

But this suddenly appearing thing in front of him had no rules to be found at all.

Like peeling an onion,

Zheng Fan's rapid movements were like breaking through the defenses set up by Chu Fengjiu layer by layer, because Zheng Fan's speed was so fast that Chu Fengjiu couldn't believe it. Therefore, Chu Fengjiu didn't even dare to attack rashly, because he knew that once his attack failed, he would completely expose his vitals in front of the other party.

But this passive defensive posture couldn't last long for Chu Fengjiu. Finally, a loophole appeared in his defense, on top of his head.

Zheng Fan suddenly jumped up, his left arm like a puppet,

Rotating half a circle,

Smashed down!

"Looking for death!"

Chu Fengjiu was overjoyed. This was a flaw he deliberately sold.

This kind of fighting tested the mind the most. Chu Fengjiu felt that he was superior to the opponent in terms of mind and experience!

"Buzz!"

In an instant,

The soft sword in Chu Fengjiu's hand suddenly cracked, changing from one into three, and began to flicker rapidly, directly covering Zheng Fan's head.

Perhaps, in the next second,

Zheng Fan's head would be directly shredded, like sending his head into a large electric fan in a factory workshop in later generations.

However, a muffled sound suddenly came from Zheng Fan's chest in mid-air. The armor on Zheng Fan's body cracked directly, as if someone in the air had applied a reverse thrust to Zheng Fan's chest, and Zheng Fan's figure formed a stagnation in the air.

Immediately afterwards,

Using the strength of his waist, Zheng Fan's figure began to reverse,

The original action of hammering down with his fist,

Became the upper body backwards and the lower body forwards,

Not only did his head dodge Chu Fengjiu's sword flowers, but his feet also slammed down!

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Two feet,

Solidly kicked Chu Fengjiu's chest!

"Pfft... pfft..."

Chu Fengjiu spat out two mouthfuls of blood, and his whole person was kicked out, directly hitting the tree behind him.

"Creak..."

That tree,

Broke directly and fell to the ground.

"This..."

Chu Fengjiu's mouth was full of blood foam, and his face was full of disbelief.

He was not a peerless master,

In the Silver Armor Guard, there were many who were stronger than him.

He couldn't lose,

Nor could he not lose,

Even more so, he couldn't afford to lose, feeling that he couldn't die,

But what he didn't understand, what he doubted, what he was unwilling to accept,

Was that,

The other party,

From beginning to end,

Had not glowed!

It was obviously a martial artist's fighting style, obviously defeating him with fighting skills, but there was no qi and blood light!

This,

How was this possible!

Zheng Fan landed on the ground,

Chu Fengjiu leaned against the tree, his eyes staring at him.

Zheng Fan's body began to tremble, and his chest began to rise and fall constantly.

At this moment,

Chu Fengjiu heard a "swishing" sound from a distance, which should be the Silver Armor Guards nearby arriving.

Zheng Fan supported himself on the ground with both hands,

Opened his mouth wide,

"Ah..."

Constantly making painful and hoarse sounds.

"Ah..."

His face began to twist constantly, he was very uncomfortable.

Chu Fengjiu's mouth opened slightly. He had lost, but the other party seemed to have a problem too!

If this continued, he would lose, but he could live, but the other party, this monster, would die!

Intense joy began to stimulate Chu Fengjiu's nerves, causing his chest to rise and fall, instantly involving the injuries in his chest, and mouthfuls of blood gushed out of his mouth like they were free.

Chu Fengjiu knew that his body was mostly ruined.

He didn't know how many ribs in his chest were broken, and his spleen must have been seriously damaged. In the future, he might not be able to go on field missions.

But at this time, everything was not as attractive as being able to live!

As long as he could live, as long as he could live, as long as he could live!

The Silver Armor Guard, did have clerical positions!

"Boom boom boom!!!!!!"

Suddenly,

A burst of horse hooves came,

Immediately afterwards,

A cry of killing came from afar.

Chu Fengjiu was stunned. He wanted to leave this tree, but his body couldn't move at all. His injuries were really too serious. Under such circumstances, he couldn't even circulate his qi and blood.

Once he ran it, his own chest would explode first.

Ding Hao once told Zheng Fan that martial artists had two fundamentals, one was the physique, and the other was qi and blood, which complemented each other.

The physique was the carrier of qi and blood. Only a strong physique could carry the thick qi and blood circulation. If qi and blood did not rely on a truly powerful physique, it would be useless.

Back then, when Sha Tuo Queshi charged and killed alone among thousands of soldiers of the Northern Garrison Army, he mainly relied on his strong martial body!

This was the biggest difference between martial artists and other cultivators. If it were a magician or a qi refiner, they would not even be able to make a splash if they were approached by thousands of iron cavalry.

The cries of killing ended quickly.

But the sound of horses' hooves hitting the ground did not disappear, but instead got closer and closer.

Liang Cheng led his subordinate barbarian cavalry to rush over. Earlier, they had solved the Silver Armor Guards on the periphery.

The Silver Armor Guard was no longer the personal army led by the founding emperor of the Qian Kingdom when he won the world. Now they had been reduced to a secret service agency, so it was okay for them to do some small-scale, shady things, but if they were to fight head-on, this was not their specialty.

Moreover, their numbers were only twenty or thirty. Facing the impact of hundreds of barbarian cavalry, no matter how high their personal martial arts were, they would be crushed in one face-to-face encounter, and then all the rest would be dealt with in another face-to-face encounter.

Liang Cheng, who was riding his horse, glanced at the situation in front and pointed his finger at Chu Fengjiu, who was leaning against the broken tree.

The barbarian soldiers behind him immediately understood, drew their bows and nocked their arrows,

"Buzz buzz buzz!!!!!!"

The next moment,

Dozens of arrows were shot directly into Chu Fengjiu's body, nailing him to the broken tree.

Liang Cheng didn't delay. When passing by Zheng Fan, he leaned down and reached out to pick up Zheng Fan and embrace him.

"To the north, charge!"

A group of cavalry sped away.

............

Zheng Fan woke up in Liang Cheng's arms. When he woke up, Liang Cheng was still riding a horse.

The barbarian soldiers beside him were also running hard. Behind them, they could see a shadow of cavalry.

Zheng Fan opened his mouth, and then only felt that the muscles in his mouth were extremely sore, as if they had accumulated countless lactic acid.

This was unavoidable.

When the Demonic Core controlled Zheng Fan's body,

It seemed to like the expression of grinning very much,

Smiling for a long time, smiling exaggeratedly, smiling many times, his mouth twitched.

"My lord, are you awake?"

Liang Cheng shouted while riding his horse.

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

Zheng Fan coughed a few times, and then found that his back was a little sore.

He was being embraced by Liang Cheng while riding a horse.

"The back... hurts so much..."

Other parts of his body were just sore, but the back was really painful, as if it was still bleeding.

Liang Cheng didn't notice it at first, but after looking down, he found that there were actually blood stains on his saddle!

Suddenly,

Liang Cheng understood!

"My lord, it was this subordinate's mistake. The spear tip in this subordinate's abdomen has not been pulled out yet."

"..." Zheng Fan.

"But... it really hurts."

"My lord, there is no time to deal with it now. Please bear with it, bear with it, and it won't hurt."

"..." Zheng Fan.

Behind them, there were thousands of Qian Kingdom cavalry chasing them madly. How could they stop to deal with the spear tip at this time?

Zheng Fan really regretted it.

Yesterday, no matter what Liang Cheng said, he should have helped him pull out the spear tip.

It was a pity that there was no regret medicine to eat in this world, and Zheng Fan never thought that the spear below Liang Cheng would one day stab himself.

However, it hurt, so it hurt. Pain was better than losing his life.

Zheng Fan could only bite his lip and endure it.

In his mind, he still remembered everything that happened last night. When the Demonic Core controlled his body, he could actually regain control of his body, but from the Demonic Core's perspective, he saw the hidden Qian army scouts around.

In order to escape, Zheng Fan took the initiative to entrust his body to the Demonic Core.

Last night,

He seemed to have defeated an Eighth-Rank martial artist?

Hiss...

Pain!

"My lord, fortunately you discovered it early yesterday. After we solved those scouts, we broke through in time. If it had been a little later, we would have been surrounded by tens of thousands of Qian troops."

In fact, at that time last night, the Qian army had already begun to deploy an encirclement according to the information provided by the Silver Armor Guards, but because of the Demonic Core's attack, Zheng Fan and others rushed out before the Qian army had finished deploying.

Next,

It was thousands of Qian army cavalry chasing after them desperately!

These thousands of Qian army cavalry came from several military towns, but they were all given death orders by their Jiedushi (military governor), and they had to keep this Yan Kingdom cavalry in the territory of the Qian Kingdom!

"My lord, ahead, as long as we pass through the beacon towers ahead, we can return to the Yan Kingdom!"

Liang Cheng encouraged Zheng Fan,

Because he felt a little embarrassed looking at Zheng Fan in so much pain.

In fact, it was because Zheng Fan couldn't shout pain when he was unconscious. When he woke up and shouted pain, the back had already been cut by the spear tip for who knew how many times because of the bumps of the horse under his crotch.

"I said, can you not set a flag at this time? Shut your crow's mouth."

Zheng Fan really felt that it was probably because Liang Cheng was a zombie. To be honest, whether it was a crow or other auspicious beast, neither was as evil as this zombie, and neither represented disaster and misfortune more.

Therefore, what Liang Cheng said was really easy to be reversed...

Zheng Fan suggested: "You should say that we are going to die, we will definitely not be able to escape, we are going to be finished, we will definitely not have a chance. We are on the same side, don't buff ourselves."

"No, my lord, we can definitely escape. There should be no one in the beacon towers ahead, we will definitely..."

Before Liang Cheng could finish speaking,

Suddenly, seven or eight hundred cavalry rushed out of the beacon tower, they lined up and began to launch an offensive towards Zheng Fan!

"..." Liang Cheng.

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