Chapter 30: Beheading
Dancing? Ou Xiangrong froze, his mind unable to turn a corner for a moment.
This psychic type prop actually invited him to dance.
Ou Xiangrong let out a cold smile, of course he couldn't possibly dance with the enemy's dancing shoes while he was fighting, and immediately bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of tongue blood towards the willow blade's white shaking mouth.
As an experienced Spirit Realm Walker and an Evil Profession, he hadn't fought with the Night Wanderer much and knew the skill characteristics of this profession.
Spirit props were known for their weirdness, and Ou Xiangrong had once been pestered by a spirit prop for days, which was very difficult to deal with.
However, the drawback was also obvious, that is, the actual killing power was slightly insufficient.
In addition, spirit props generally fear things with strong yang qi, like this prop suspected of harboring a grudge spirit, a mouthful of tongue blood could suppress it.
Not much of a problem.
The red dancing shoes waited for a few seconds, seeing that the human in front of them was not willing to dance with them, they seemed to be angry, and a dark red shimmering light appeared on the body of the shoes, and rushed towards Ou Xiangrong in the rapid "da da da" sound.
Ou Xiangrong waited calmly for the red dancing shoe to approach, and when it jumped towards the front of the car to attack himself, he calmly swung out his willow blade, trying to deal a heavy blow to the spirit residing in the shoe.
However, the blade chopped through the dancing shoes but did not have the feel of chopping into a physical object, this pair of bizarre red dancing shoes seemed to be in another time and space and did not exist in reality.
"Boom Boom!"
In the next moment, Ou Xiangrong's chest and face were viciously kicked twice.
He experienced the feeling that Zhang Yuanqing had just felt when he was in pain until his heart stopped and it was hard for him to breathe, at the same time, his face was in fiery pain and warm liquid flowed out of his nose.
This, this is not a prop of the night wandering god profession ....... Ou Xiangrong was stunned and bewildered, and said in disbelief:
"Void?"
The characteristics of this prop looked a bit like a certain profession abroad. How could a level 1 Night Prowler possess a prop from a foreign profession?
It was too late to think about it, and in Ou Xiangrong's line of sight, the pair of bizarre dancing shoes reversed direction and came trampling again.
He couldn't care about wiping the nosebleed, his arms across his chest, bang bang two sounds, this demon of compulsion was kicked and rolled off the roof of the car.
Ou Xiangrong either lunged forward, sprinted, rolled, or dodged with the help of the vehicle, rolling around in the spacious underground garage, he avoided most of the trampling of the red dancing shoes.
But still unfortunate enough to be stepped on several times, each trampling made him in severe pain, the injuries left from last night's fierce battle flared up, and blood oozed from his organs.
Good, so strong ...... Useless master Zhang Yuanqing watched the battle of the Red Dancing Shoes in amazement.
Once again, he was deeply aware of the awesomeness of rule-based props.
Its pursuit could not be destroyed or interrupted, and the target could only passively withstand its pursuit unless it cracked its rules, which was dancing.
But this was unrealistic, even if Ou Xiangrong yielded to the red dancing shoes and forced himself to tap dance in shame, he himself would intervene and make his dance make a mistake.
And when the dance made a mistake, everything was in vain.
However, Zhang Yuanqing also had a clear understanding of the power of the Demon of Compulsion, with the stomping force of the Red Dancing Shoes, it was surprising that Ou Xiangrong was able to carry it off.
The flesh was frighteningly strong.
"Ou Xiangrong won't be stupid and wait for death, after he realizes that he can only be passively beaten and can't fight back, he will definitely choose to escape ......."
Zhang Yuanqing's mind was clear, he had to sneak attack before the other party fled.
Not seeking to kill the enemy, but he must stall this murderer.
Boom Boom!
Ou Xiangrong was once again unable to dodge, and was kicked in the face by Red Dancing Shoes twice, staggering him back and kicking him so hard that his eyes went black and he became dizzy.
Opportunity!
Zhang Yuanqing scurried out like a cheetah, he tackled the Vorpal Mortar and pestle and ran wildly, running an arcing parabola and circling around behind Ou Xiangrong.
Viciously handing out the Voodoo Pestle to his back heart.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, a white light as dense as mist blocked the three-pronged spikes of the voodoo pestle.
The force originated from the bronze waistplate Ou Xiangrong clutched in his left hand, an ancient waistplate covered in cracks and bloodstains, like an item of some long-experienced old soldier.
It was the same defense prop that Zhao Yingjun had.
"Defense props?"
Zhang Yuanqing, who had failed in his sneak attack, was flabbergasted in his heart, and with a wrong footstep, he sprinted around Ou Xiangrong, the Voodoo Pestle in his hand chiseling the wall of white-light qi over and over again, chiseling out a rippling halo of light.
This time, with the cover of the red dancing shoes, he was not "killed in seconds" by this Demon of Compulsion, and narrowly avoided several blades and punches.
Click!
Finally, under the high-frequency strikes of the Voodoo Pestle and Red Dancing Shoes, the Bronze Waist Plate shattered into pieces, and the white light collapsed into light debris.
And at this time, Zhang Yuanqing's Night Journey time ended and his body emerged.
As if Ou Xiangrong had been waiting for this moment, scarlet red surged from the bottom of his eyes, and twisted and evil runes floated out.
Compulsion!
Zhang Yuanqing's brain roared, losing his ability to think, as if he had forgotten that he was in a battle, and at the same time, a voice echoed in his mind:
Drop your weapon, don't resist. Drop your weapon, don t resist ........
Ou Xiangrong laughed harshly as his willow blade slashed at the young nightwalker's neck.
The purpose of him preferring to withstand the attack of those terrible dancing shoes and not using this defense prop was to wait for the Night Prowler to take the initiative to attack.
This prop from the Scout profession was already half-damaged, and if he used it in advance, it would at most withstand the dancing shoes for a moment before it would be completely damaged.
So he just held back, deliberately selling a break, luring the other party to take the initiative to attack.
As he expected, this young night wanderer was inexperienced and couldn't sink his teeth into it, so he really fell for it.
However, just before the blade cut through the young night wandering god's neck, Ou Xiangrong saw the other party's body suddenly collapse, the willow blade swept against his scalp, chopping off a few strands of hair.
The pair of red dancing shoes that had been chasing him so hard had appeared on the night wanderer's feet at some point, and forced him to make a one-horse move to avoid his throat slash.
At the same time, the Night Vagabond, who should have been compelled, had a brilliant golden light welling up in the bottom of his eyes, and instantly got rid of his state of confusion, and with a bounce of his legs, he slammed himself hard into Ou Xiangrong.
Ou Xiangrong didn't expect such a situation, didn't expect the level 1 Nightwalker to be able to get rid of his own compulsion.
And at this moment, he was still in the posture of swinging his sword, unable to retract his strength, and could only watch as the brass pestle stabbed at his chest.
"Pfft!"
Blood and flesh tore apart, and the tip of the vorpal pestle erupted with a round of brilliant golden light, burning out the life in his chest.
Ou Xiangrong's eyes went black and he nearly fainted from the pain, but he was, after all, a battle-hardened Demon of Compulsion, exploding his potential in the midst of near-death, pulling back his right arm and dragging the willow blade to slash at the Night Wanderer's throat.
At the same time, tensing the muscles of his left arm, he flicked his elbow joint, allowing his left fist to transform into a bar of a large spear full of force, snapping and stabbing at his enemy's shoulder.
Zhang Yuanqing fiercely tilted his head, dodging the sharp blade that cut his throat, and then he was instantly struck in the shoulder by Ou Xiangrong's fist, and flew out like a broken sandbag.
Zhang Yuanqing crashed into a commercial car, the windows of which were covered with cracks, and before his descending form hit the ground, it was erased inch by inch, disappearing from Ou Xiangrong's field of vision.
He was once again in a nighttime state.
Ou Xiangrong, however, did not look at him and stumbled towards Xu Yingying.
His heart was destroyed, the only thing that could save him now was living human essence blood, and he needed to kill someone to put himself into a berserk state.
Then he rushed out of the underground garage and bloodied the campus, using the bloodthirsty nature of the Demon of Compulsion to repair his injuries and reverse his life and death.
It was just that if he did so, his moral value would definitely fall below 60, and he would be wanted by the Spirit Realm and surrounded by Spirit Realm walkers from all over the city, but he couldn't care less now.
"Da da da da ......"
Two dark red shimmering lights appeared out of thin air, transforming into a pair of brand new red dancing shoes, intercepting Ou Xiangrong.
To Ou Xiangrong's ears at this moment, the sound of these footsteps was simply a death knell, the sigh of the God of Death, the pronouncement of the King of Hell.
"Bang Bang!"
Ou Xiangrong's face suffered a stomp, his face was bloody, he fell down uncontrollably with his head tilted back, but at the last moment, Ou Xiangrong threw out the willow blade in his hand.
The sharp weapon with a total length of forty centimeters turned into a silver light and shot towards Xu Yingying in the distance.
Ou Xiangrong's gaze was dead on the blade.
Suddenly, sparks spattered as the willow blade was knocked away by a brass mortar and pestle sticking out of the void, and beside Xu Yingying, a silhouette protruded.
It was none other than Zhang Yuanqing.
Seeing this scene, the hope in Ou Xiangrong's eyes turned into despair and unwillingness.
At this time, the red dancing shoes descended from the sky and trampled on his face, collapsing the bridge of his nose, cracking his lips, and stepping on the two eyeballs that burst out.
Ou Xiangrong's hands and feet spasmed a few times, completely cutting off his life.
Zhang Yuanqing sat down on his butt beside Xu Yingying, exhaling a long breath as if he was deflated.
His chest was rolling with hostility at the moment, and his hands and feet were trembling unceasingly.
This is not fear, it is the mental exuberance brought about by the surge of adrenaline, when a person is in danger and in urgent need of self-help, adrenaline will be wildly secreted, and in this state, people will be able to do the real meaning of killing without blinking an eye.
Commonly known as the upper head!
The battle plan worked.
Before fighting this battle, he had already thought clearly that the only thing that needed to be circumvented was the opponent's compulsion skill, so before deciding to sneak attack, he had already sacrificed the Voodoo Pestle.
Among the functions of the Voodoo Pestle was purification.
And Red Dancing Shoes' second form, which was what he relied on when he dared to fight close to the ground, did help him dodge the deadly Slash Attack.
Mark, Compel, Berserk, Melee ....... All of Ou Xiangrong's abilities, he had dished out a clear picture and done the targeting, if this was still a fight he couldn't win, Zhang Yuanqing felt that there was no point in mixing it up.
After catching his breath for a few minutes, Zhang Yuanqing calmed his agitated emotions and heard the Spirit Realm beep in his ears:
Ding, you have killed a Level 3 Demon of Compulsion, gaining 30 points of Moral Value and 15 points of Prestige, Prestige Opens.
Zhang Yuanqing was stunned and hurriedly opened his character attribute panel, finding an additional column of reputation.
Prestige? Killing a Spirit Realm Walker from a hostile camp would reward reputation? As an old gamer, he was not unfamiliar with Prestige, but he did not know what the use of Prestige in the Spirit Realm World was.
Zhang Yuanqing thought about it and decided to ignore it for now, logging back into the official forums to inquire about it.
Compared to the reputation rewarded by the Spirit Realm, the loot in reality was more concerning to him.
He got up and walked over to Ou Xiangrong's corpse, kicking the eyeballs to the bottom of the car before dragging the corpse to the shadows of the corner.
Feeling around the body carefully, he found a cell phone and a wallet.
The cell phone is the kind of old-fashioned machine that can only make phone calls, but the wallet is bulging, open a look, there is a stack of one hundred dollar bills, a fake ID card.
Zhang Yuanqing carefully counted it, "As a wanted criminal, with only more than fifteen hundred dollars on his body, is this like words ......"
Confiscated! He drew out the money and raced it into his pocket.
Then he stepped away and picked up the sharp willow blade.
The moment he touched the weapon, a message appeared in view:
Name: Bloodthirsty Blade Type: weapon Function: bleeding, bloodthirsty, armor breaking Introduction: a certain powerful Demon of Compulsion fed this blade with its own blood, and over time, it became extremely bloodthirsty. Its blade can cut through hard steel, and wounds cut by it are hard to heal. It will suck the blood of its prey and feed it back to its owner, making it stronger.
Note: A knife that doesn't want its owner is not a good knife.
"This knife is very bullish looking, just now if I let it kill Xu Ying Ying, Ou Xiangrong will be able to get the weapon's feedback ...... Luckily, I kept an eye out and guarded Xu Yingying's side."
Zhang Yuanqing ran back to Ou Xiangrong's body, unsheathed the knife at his waist, equipped it on himself, and then inserted the "Bloodthirsty Blade" into the sheath.
This blade was still an unowned object, so it was easy to make it recognize its owner by putting it into the item bar.
However, Zhang Yuanqing did not want to accept it for the time being, because the notes in the item information made people feel a bit panicked.
The Bloodthirsty Blade should belong to the cost category, and that line of remarks was the cost of using it.
Combined with the introduction of the blade, Zhang Yuanqing could probably guess what the cost of the blade was, and there were only two types, one, anyone who got the blade would be cursed and end up dying a horrible death.
Two, this knife needed the owner to feed it with his essence blood on a regular basis. This is the most likely.
Feeding essence blood again, a Vorpal Mortar and Pestle has already made me anemic, if I add this Bloodthirsty Blade, how can I live my life?
At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing saw the red dancing shoes "da da da da" walking in front of him, and a message appeared when they fell together:
Are you willing to dance with me, if so, please step on the spot.
He then remembered that he hadn't taken this item back to the item bar, and was about to refuse and take it back when he suddenly received a prompt from the Spirit Realm in his head:
Attention, every time you use this prop you need to dance once, if you refuse, the Red Dancing Shoes will no longer reward you and will launch a hunt for you.
Zhang Yuanqing opened his mouth a little bit in surprise, this was the first time he had used the Red Dancing Shoes in reality after he had taken them under his wing, and he had completely not expected that he would need to pay this kind of price for using this rule-based prop.
Kill you if you don't dance with me? This is also too pitiful right ...... Zhang Yuanqing got up with a big smile, "With pleasure."
Soon, the empty and quiet parking garage resounded with a crisp kicking sound.
This time Zhang Yuanqing did not inspire an old disease, but instead completed a dance with his extraordinary physique, but the steps were frequently wrong.
Fortunately, as the master, he did not suffer from the attack of the red dancing shoes.
After finishing the dance, the Red Dancing Shoes stepped back with its right foot, stood on both toes and performed a curtsy.
Just after retrieving the Red Dancing Shoes from the item bar, his ears twitched slightly and he heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from the steep slope.
Following the sound, he saw Li Dongze leading Guanya, leading seven or eight fresh-faced Spirit Realm Walkers, rushing wildly into the underground garage.
Some of them were armed with guns, some were armed with knives, and some were holding cats ...... Heavily armed.
Fortunately, fortunately already finished dancing ..... Zhang Yuanqing was incomparably grateful.
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ps:First change before change.
