C130 Enraged Tang Rou

When I ran over, the other people had already rushed to the side of the man in the long gown.

I repeated the same action and kicked forward, sending out two clumps of sand in an attempt to disrupt the other party's line of sight.

However, it was clear that these guys were battle-hardened, so they only raised their arms to block. They didn't waste much time.

Seeing such a situation, I could only grit my teeth and forcefully rush forward, using my body to block the people in front of me. I didn't know where I got the strength, but I raised my leg and kicked towards the stomach of the fellow in front.

I wasn't as awesome as I thought I was. Although my kick landed solidly on the other party's body, this sturdy enemy didn't even frown as he extended his fan-like hand to grab onto my ankle.

Before I could do anything else, I was spun in half by the strong man like a broken sack and dropped to the ground with a "pa" sound.

It was fortunate that this place was soft silt, otherwise, I would have been smashed to death.

Even so, I could feel blood coming out of my nose and mouth. The smell of blood entered my nose and into my nerves.

I don't know if it's because of the excessive pain, but it makes me a little numb.

"You really overestimate yourself. If it wasn't for the fact that you are very useful to us, I would have directly split you into two."

That brawny guy grinned as he walked over to me. The rest of the others pounced on Tang Rou again.

"Don't waste time with him. Hurry up and control him, then take him away."

The long-sleeved man originally wasn't inferior to Tang Rou in a berserk state. I knew very well that once the remaining people joined the fray, Tang Rou would be defeated before long and would even die miserably.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the blood on the tip of my mouth. It was even sweeter than I had expected.

The burning sensation on my chest showed up again. I could hear crackling sounds coming from my joints.

This is what I want, a feeling of power.

The enemy on the other side seemed to have noticed my abnormality and frowned slightly. He took large steps, clenched his fists and threw a punch towards my face.

I think that the other party's speed should be very fast, but strangely, I can clearly see the angle of his attack. I can clearly see the angle of his attack, and quickly dodge to the side, dodging his fist.

It was much faster than I expected.

It felt like my arm had really turned into a knife, and with a "pa" sound, I chopped at the elbow of my opponent. I heard a crisp sound of my elbow dislocated.

However, that man didn't even let out a sound of pain. Even though his arms were quickly hanging down, and at an extremely strange angle, his thick legs had already lifted up his knees.

This fellow's battle experience was truly plentiful. Caught off guard, I was directly struck and spat out a mouthful of blood. However, this time around, I wasn't struck down. I only took two or three steps back before standing firmly.

The pain instantly disappeared and was replaced by an even hotter desire to fight.

I licked the blood from my mouth again and gulped it down. This time, I finally saw the faint surprise in the man's eyes.

I looked at the group of soldiers by the side and knew that I couldn't drag this on any longer. The power in my body could disappear at any moment. I had to take advantage of this heat to finish off the enemy.

It seems that the burly man had the same plan as me as we both attacked at the same time.

The strong man's fist was almost two times the size of mine, but when our fists collided, my fist was not shattered.

On the contrary, I could hear the sound of the other party's wrist dislocated. I unexpectedly had the upper hand once again.

Could it be that only the smell of blood can stimulate the potential in my body?

I didn't hesitate in the slightest. Just as the other party's body swayed slightly to the side, I followed up once again and mercilessly struck out consecutively.

Under my berserk power, this move which is similar to the Eight Fists Fist Art achieved an unexpected effect.

"Don't borrow that power anymore. It will only make you die faster."

I heard Tang Rou's voice, but I could only bitterly smile.

How could he care so much now? I knew in my heart that every time I used the Raksha Seal's power in my body, no matter what happens, when I fight those evil spirits or when I hit someone, I would be poisoned even more. But right now, saving my life and Tang Rou's is even more important.

I don't know how many times I punched, but I finally knocked down that sturdy guy. I just quickly turned around and charged towards Tang Rou.

Tang Rou had already taken several attacks. Her body was on the verge of collapse, but she still stood there tenaciously.

I saw that the man in the long gown had an unsightly expression on his face. The bone dagger in his hand was talking about this layer of demonic light. It was as pale as the eyes of a dead man.

"I never would have thought that you were already able to borrow the power of that thing. I am truly surprised."

The man's words also surprised me. It was as if he knew about the Raksha Seal on my body and had already seen through it.

At the same time, the man reached into his arms again.

Seeing this fellow's actions, my heart immediately tightened. I felt that this man in long sleeves was simply the reincarnation of little Jingdingdingdingdingdingdingdingdang. Countless powerful objects were always taken out from my bosom, but I had no idea what kind of trick he was going to play this time.

"Don't even think about succeeding!"

My speed increased, and just as the man was about to pull out his hand, I finally got close to him. I was smashed twice by him and sent a fist flying towards his chest.

An attack that is 90% certain has already given me a chance to escape, but at this moment, my opponent's body was like a tree leaf, strangely floating to the side a foot away, dodging my attack just like that.