Xuanmen boss in the horror game card BUG

Chapter 26 Nalan Jin

The scalpel was pulled out abruptly, and the person under the knife gasped in pain, covered his bleeding neck and stepped back.

"Sister Lan, what are you doing?"

Fang Shu's eyes turned into puzzlement, shock and pleading, but there was no hatred or complaint.

His throat was full of blood, and his mouth kept spitting blood, staining the lining of the hexagram red and white, and his voice was broken and indistinct: "You think I'm fake?!"

"You are so dedicated, I almost believe it."

Yan Lan sighed with emotion, "Internal entertainment can't afford to hire a talent like you. With this acting skills, it's better to switch to the official and business circles."

Fang Shu finally got a little angry, and said hoarsely: "Sister Lan, what are you talking about?! You..."

He suddenly realized that he didn't care about the injury at all, and begged in a hoarse voice: "Did you get sick due to the influence of the nine-headed dragon? If that's the case, you can follow what I said..."

"In addition to the half of the dragon's heart and bones, I also stuffed the severed dragon's head into Fang Shu."

Yan Lan wiped the scalpel on her clothes, and didn't look at the alchemy whose movements suddenly froze:
"It means to let him leave here and go to the cableway, or even go directly across the reservoir to the Dragon Palace to sacrifice without waiting for me."

"My memory is incomplete and confused, I have hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, and hallucinations, but such a simple plan can still be designed."

Yan Lan clicked her tongue, "And you show too much fox tail, what kind of IQ can't even hide your mental illness?"

Sitting slumped on the ground, Fang Shu's eyes gradually darkened, and he pulled the corner of his mouth to reveal a sarcasm smile:

"You, a Taoist priest with broken Dharma veins, dare to talk nonsense in front of me, do you really think your life is too long?"

"The number of changes, the change of shape, is called transformation, and it is called illusion. Illusion was called tricks earlier."

Yan Lan looked down at him:

"To put it bluntly, it is a technique of deception and bewitchment. It is a practice of falsehood and falsehood, falsehood that seems to be true, and falsehood that confuses the real. Stealth and disguise, and changing skin and face are just the beginning of illusion."

Yan Lan looked him critically, and her tone was flat: "With your level of showing off your feet everywhere, I'm afraid you haven't made a good start."

"Fang Shu" looked at her for a few seconds, and suddenly laughed half-crazed, the blood hole in his neck was torn.

[Wan Liao, make this melon kid angry and silly Liao]
"Hahahaha very good, really good."

The voice was indistinguishable, and the laughter stopped abruptly in the next second, and the person in front of him suddenly put half of his hand into his neck, pulled the wound wide, and "off" the skin directly.

The blood on the ground surged like a boil, densely condensed into red threads, intertwined and surged back, and in the blink of an eye, a new skin was woven to cover the pitted fat bone surface.

It was an extremely beautiful face, with sharp brows and mandala hairpins stuck in a bun.

"It's a girl."

Yan Lan automatically ignored the disgusting skin change just now, and smiled as usual: "Dare to ask the girl's name?"

"I'm an illusion practitioner, Nalan Jin."

The woman's eyes were gloomy and cold, and she raised her ears, her eyes filled with contempt:
"I also ask Daoist Yan, don't hesitate to enlighten me."

After the words fell, the figure approached——

Constantly narrowing the distance, attacking punches almost close to the face, attacking and defending with an inch of strength, fast punches and tight defenses, flexible horse steps and fast ups and downs!

"Three hand-to-hand, hand-to-hand, and hand-to-hand."

Yan Lan raised her arms sideways to cover Nalan Jin's direct blow, "Wing Chun?"

"Why," Yan Lan said with great interest, "the mage of the illusion sect wants to be a warrior?"

"Since your Dharma pulse is broken, I won't use illusions to bully you." Nalan Jin raised the tails of his eyes slightly, with a hint of admiration in his eyes, "I like to defeat others in areas that others are proud of."

She said that her arms were bent, her arms were no longer accumulating strength and she punched directly. The feeling and reaction of the bridge-hand contact were extremely fast, and she did not chase after her hands and rushed forward, ensuring that the center of gravity remained unchanged.

[I rely on me, Wing Chun!I saw the martial arts family after I died]
[Illusion?Could it be that this is a newcomer arranged by the club "Cloud Machine Fairy"]
[If it is really the background Yunjixian, then Yanlan will suffer, and will be hated if she wins]
[Wing Chun she uses, what does Yan Lan use]
[Can't you see?Tai Chi ah]
The Pokong Cunquan punched straight down, Yan Lan blocked it with his arms, and moved his strength lightly and calmly, neither floating nor stiff, Nalan Jin immediately turned slightly up and down, and once again attacked directly with his right hand!
Yan Lan had expected it a long time ago, and took advantage of the momentum to turn the forceful attack with the diamond hammer, and pushed aside Nalan Jin's frontal attack with both hands, avoiding the outside of his body, raised his knees and raised his hand with a single whip to block his side attack.

Nalan Jin quickly backed away to get rid of the blockade, and when he raised his hand to strike sideways, Yan Lan pressed down to seal it with both hands, and his stroke was sideways!

[She is confused! ]
Nalan Jin's complexion changed slightly, and it was too late to retreat after reviewing the situation——

Tai Chi's strength runs softly but unremittingly, moves like a bow, strikes like thunder, and almost instantly fades away from the water and softness, which is stronger and faster than Cunjin.

[This is a master's fight in just a moment!A loophole is an opportunity, kill her]
Yan Lan quickly turned her body sideways, her feet landed on the ground without being vain, and she punched Nalan Jin's nose with every inch of her body!
Fast and fierce, Nalan Jin sensed that it was too late to dodge in an instant.

The punch was close, but it stopped abruptly when it was millimeters away from the bridge of the nose.

"It's still the same sentence," Yan Lan calmly smiled, "Mages are not fighters, so it's easy to suffer in close combat."

[How did you hold back with such fierce strength]
[I am a martial artist!Smooth retraction is much more difficult to practice than fierce punches, it's the realm, everyone! ]
[What the hell, why not kill it directly?indecisive]
Without any hesitation, Nalan Jin jumped out of Yan Lan's attack range.

"You shouldn't hold back, that punch won't have much effect on me."

"I know, I'm just afraid of getting my hands dirty." Yan Lan teased, "After all, the first lesson of your illusion is to melt bones and peel skin. The flesh is no longer flesh, it's full of blood worms, they look alike..."

She paused, then added with a smile: "Maggots."

Nalan Jin's face froze, and he was full of hostility: "You really want to die."

[Damn it, why are you so provocative]
[It's over, no one used illusion just now, this sick lunatic is looking for death all day long]
With cold eyes, Nalan Jin stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers with a "snap".

The clothes on his body changed into a black cheongsam with an evil red fox embroidered on it, with three tails wrapped around his waist and behind him.

The fox poked its claws vividly, and the three tails shook its eyes and smiled.

"Yo," Yan Lan raised her eyebrows slightly in surprise, "Don't tell me, you guys from the Illusion School are still messing with the Immortals from the Witchcraft School."

"Fox Fairy uses illusion, I'm just borrowing some power, who would appreciate a shabby thing from the witchcraft school?"

Nalan Jin sneered, flicked the mandala wooden hairpin with his hand, the light green powder fell into his hand, and said the formula:

"The hairpin hides the world three feet and cuts off demons and evil spirits, unlocks the desire to patrol, and can bloom flowers in an instant, which is false but not false but seems real, imperial order!"

With a flick of the hand, the powder turned into a crimson flame in the void, shaped like a lotus flower, rushing straight towards it with high temperature.

"The ancient color trick, the lotus grows in the fire?"

Yan Lan quickly dodged to avoid the flames, and was blown out of the fire pit on the spot.

The flames followed, and Yan Lan went straight to the fishbone shrine, and stopped abruptly when approaching——

I saw that the stairs on this side were also destroyed, and there were several pairs of scarlet eyes dangling at the stairs.

The black dragon grinned maliciously at her.

Behind him, Huolian and Fang Fang attacked together.

[Ahhhh help—! ! ]
(End of this chapter)