Chapter 890: Head to Head (2)

Qingwu laughed softly and laughed wildly.
Wu Tie lifted his right foot, and kicked him on his feet.
No magical power was used, just pure physical violence, Qingwu made a terrible horrible sound, and the sound of bone fragmentation continued to come from within.
Raised his foot and crushed most of the bones in Qingwu's body. With a wave of his right hand, Wu Tie's fragrant clear spring condensed out of thin air and turned into a drizzle on Qingwu's body.
Qingwu's body was squirming, and the broken bones in the body healed quickly, and the breathing room had all recovered.
Wu Tie didn't say a word, continued to raise his feet, and stomped toward Qingwu.
In this way, the skin of the blue mist has become pale, the frantic and frivolous light in the eyes has become scattered, and the whole person is on the verge of collapse.
Except for the first few times, the witch iron only used pure violence. Every time later, the witch iron blessed the mantra on Qingwu.
All kinds of weird mantras have made Qingwu feel any point, whether it is pain, itching, sourness, hemp, etc., which has been magnified hundreds of times, thousands of times, tens of thousands of times.
After zooming in to the extreme, even if Wu Tie snorted softly, it seemed that sky thunder exploded in Qingwu's ears, shaking him with seven tricks and bleeding, and his voice was terrible.
And his own tragic sound, the air flow from his breathing, triggered a more terrible chain reaction.
His own tragic sound shattered his eardrum, shaking his brain almost tofu residue, and then directly repaired by the witch iron's spring weather and rain magic power.
The turbulent air from his breath rubbed his lungs like a blade, ripped his trachea, and spouted from his mouth and nasal cavity. Then a large swath of blood mist sprayed, his eyes darkened with pain, and his blood vessels jumped.
The blood flow is accelerating, the body becomes extremely fragile, and the blood vessels cannot support the flow of blood. As a result, both large and small blood vessels are spraying blood.
Qingwu made a terrible mournful sound, he was struggling on the edge of life and death, trying to die cleanly again and again, but was pulled back from the edge of life by the witch iron again and again.
"Even the most professional jailer and the most powerful penalist in Wu State, as in the case of the King, thoroughly understands how to cause the greatest pain." Wu Tie looked down at Qingwu after hundreds of abuses. .
"Your flesh, your spirit, everything, your human body, every tiny cell, every tiny structure, everything, there is no secret in my eyes."
"I know how to make your pain so extreme."
"I know how to make you completely desperate."
Qingwu spit out blood, he lifted his head with a quill, and the scattered light in his eyes suddenly condensed, narrowed to the tip of the needle and stared at Wu Iron, Qingwu hissed: "Despair? Hey, we You will not be desperate, you should be desperate! "
Spit a few broken teeth out, and the blue mist curiously said, "You did a good job in the Three Kingdoms. You are here, you did a good job too ... very good, Wuwang Wutie, you succeeded Stop us from harvesting in these two places. "
"But what's the use of it? Elsewhere, alas, at Tianzijia No. 2 Hunting Ground, we have slaughtered all the people on that land, leaving only a few" ethnic peoples "for their future. Slowly thrive. "
"Oh, this behavior is like harvesting the leek, leaving the roots and waiting for the next crop."
"We almost wiped out the people of Tianzijia No. 2 Hunting Ground, we destroyed the poor civilization that they had accumulated so hard and hard ... the 'ethnics' we left behind, their IQs were mostly wiped out by us, They have now returned to the primitive tribal society in which Ruomao drank blood and plowed fire. "
"This is what is happening on the hunting ground of Tianzijia No. 2 and the battlefield of Dizi No.7, a civil war is erupting, Kowloon wins, hehe, a complete god, divided into nine kingdoms to attack each other. . "
"They will soon fall into our hands ... they are about to run out of energy in cannibalism."
"Ah, there is Hunting Ground No. 9 in Tianzi Ding. The resistance here is very fierce, but their emperor is our devout believer ... He is using the flesh and blood of hundreds of millions of people to build altars and offer sacrifices to us."
"Just half a month ago, the emperor of the Tianzi Ding No. 9 hunting ground sacrificed all his own descendants to us!"
"Hee, there are many more such examples, many."
"Wangwuwutie, you did a good job ... You are really, very powerful, very, very powerful ... But what can you do? You alone, you can do everything you can, but only in two A small frustration on our local battlefield thwarted our harvest plan. "
"Right, right ..." Qing Wu smiled brightly at Wu Tie: "You must be wondering, why do I know the names of the so-called Tianzi Hunting Ground, Earth Character Battlefield, and Herringbone Life Field?"
"Ah, King Wu, do you know what these representatives represent?"
Qingwu tilted her head and looked at Wu Tie with a smile: "This represents that our power has infiltrated into the island ... Oh, oh, oh, do you know the island? Do you know? You know these hunting grounds, battlefields, What do life fields represent? "
"Represents ... your ... thorough ... sink ... and ... despair!"
Qingwu twitched. He smiled to Wu Tie one word at a time, "The reason why I still stay here and endure your insults and torture is to want to face and face to face, and tell you ... you Pangu There is no way for the survivors to stand up. "
"You are doomed to despair ... why are you struggling?"
Qingwu grinned, "Why, but also, in vain, struggling? You, quiet, safe, waiting for the grace of the gods, isn't it a good thing?"
"Why, must, struggle, must, resist? Does it make sense?"
Wu Tie looked at Qingwu's twisted and cheerful face, and kicked himself on his face.
All kinds of cursed storms that became more and more fierce and more vicious fell, Wu Tie picked up a dense barbed poisonous scorpion whip in the prison, and struck his head in the face of Qingwu.
Beaten, dying, rescued ... and then beaten again, dying again, rescued ...
Qingwu's cry, wailing, screaming, and begging for mercy rang through the cell.
After another 300 rounds like this, the witch iron dropped the poisonous scorpion whip that had been almost disintegrated, and nodded to Qingwu with a smile: "Now, I feel much better, I have some questions, and you can answer them ? "
Qingwu breathed for a while, he regained some spirits, then smiled at Wu Tie and shook his head: "Guess?"
Wu Tie smiled and pointed at Qingwu: "It's mischievous, that's not good. Well, really bad."
Wu Tie squatted in front of Qingwu, and struck his brows lightly with his fingers: "Are you the blood clone of a certain" god? " It's exactly the same. "
"Well, I want to talk to your deity." Wu Tie said to Qingwu sincerely.
"Come, lick my feet." Qing Wu smiled brighter and brighter: "Perhaps you lick clean, I will be gracious, and give you a chance to meet?"