Liu Wu stared at Lu Ping.
He was a very calm man, not a hairy young man like Zhuo Qing, otherwise he would not have been selected and sent to Beidou college. But facing Lu Ping, he was a little breathless. The young man was too unreasonable to play cards. All his words and deeds were beyond Liu Wu''s expectation.
He wanted to take Lu Ping''s words as an affectation of composure, but the problem was that Lu Ping was sincere and natural. He could not hear the pain in his words, but was full of thirst for knowledge.
He was staring at Lu Ping, and Lu Ping was also looking at him.
He wanted to see Lu Ping''s mind, but Lu Ping seemed to be waiting for his answer.
At the same time, Lu Ping''s swollen skin and flesh in five places continued to twitch and wriggle. Liu Wu knew very well what pain broke out under the skin and flesh, but Lu Ping, the victim, didn''t seem to know.
Liu Wu decided to try again. As soon as he mentioned his five fingers, the five swollen parts suddenly gushed bleeding. The skin and flesh were rotten, and the bone was visible in the deep wound. Zhuo Qing looked pale. He had combat experience and had several lives in his hand, but he still couldn''t look directly at such a bloody and terrible wound. His eyes kept dodging to other places.
However, another sharp pain so prominent only made Lu Ping frown again without even humming.
But Liu Wu''s power didn''t stop there. On the right hand, the power of soul condensed on the five fingers, and gradually, it even emitted a light like metal. This time, Liu Wu didn''t play casually anymore. He pressed his right hand slowly and was building on Lu Ping''s left hand. The power of the five souls was injected into Lu Ping''s left hand.
Lu Ping''s left hand began to tremble, and blood began to seep slowly from the back of his hand, the palm of his hand, and even the skin between his fingers, but there was no wound. Lu Ping''s eyebrows were deeper than before, which finally gave Liu Wu some comfort. At least Lu Ping was not unconscious.
Trembling from Lu Ping''s left hand, he climbed up his wrist, followed his left arm, and moved up slowly. Along with it, there was blood seeping out.
"What sound?" Zhuo Qing was very alert to hear something at this time, but soon he had identified the source of the sound - Lu Ping''s trembling left arm, as if a sharp knife was scraping the bone.
Zhuo Qing immediately realized what was going on. His already pale face changed again. He didn''t dare to look before, but now he doesn''t even dare to listen.
Liu Wu neglected to take care of Zhuo Qing''s mood and exercised his power to such an extent in torture. He was also "this power... Should it be from the control department?" Lu Ping said.
"Good." At this point, Liu Wu didn''t mind answering Lu Ping.
"I''m finished." Lu Ping said.
The tone was still trembling and full of pain, but it completely wiped out the smile in Liu Wu''s heart. He was stunned for five seconds before he reacted.
"Is that what you think?" Liu Wu''s face became very ugly.
"Good." Lu Ping replied.
"Very good... Very good." Liu Wu couldn''t cover up his emotions. A trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. His hands were held in front of him, ten fingers above, and they all began to condense their soul.
"I hope you can stick to what you want to say." Liu Wu said, pressing his hands together with his fingers, and from Lu Ping''s hands, he showed his bones upward.
The scraping sound sounded again. Even Zhuo Qing, who had always wanted Lu Ping''s life, showed an unbearable color on his face. Liu Wu was not moved at all. He had made up his mind and kept pressing on. Lu Ping either spoke or died. He wants Lu Ping to understand that the information he has is not enough to be his amulet.
Lu Ping''s whole body trembled more violently, and his body curled up on the ground seemed to be a circle smaller. Liu Wu still carefully controlled his soul power, but he spent more than twice as much energy as before, and his soul power was also being doubled. But Lu Ping just struggled painfully and still didn''t mean to speak.
"See how long you can last!" Liu Wu shouted. The clay figurine still has three points of Qi. After continuous frustration, he has been completely aroused by anger at this time.
How long?
It''s not a question of how long you can last... The question is, how long can you last?
Lu Ping endured pain, but his consciousness was more sober than ever.
He cares about what kind of power this is, but he''s not pretending to be with Liu Wu. He wants to know, because it determines whether he uses his newly trained defense means. If it is a custom power, it will be eaten by ecstasy and soul lock. If the power effect does not play, Liu Wu will notice it immediately.
If it is useless, it will naturally change means, and this is exactly what Lu Ping wants to see. This kind of destruction of soul power is more painful to practitioners, but it is what Lu Ping is used to enduring. Liu Wuruo roughly cut his hands and feet, which Lu Ping didn''t want to see.
So if he can, he hopes Liu Wu will toss around with such means. He can bear it, carry it, delay time, and hope to have a chance to get out of life. Although he hasn''t thought of any way at the moment, one more moment will give him one more chance. He is not afraid of death, but he doesn''t want to die.
Fortunately, after Liu Wu carefully controlled his actions, Lu Ping finally concluded that the power was a control system rather than a custom system. In this way, his defense technique of ecstasy and soul locking began to start, which can reduce some damage. However, in order to avoid the other party''s detection, Lu Ping controlled more carefully than Liu Wu. The emptiness of ecstasy and soul lock only doesn''t exist long enough. If he wants to make it more short, it is completely under his control.
More fleeting than ever before, the ecstasy lock the soul, bit by bit blocking the soul power controlled by Liu Wu. Liu wugen could not have noticed this tiny moment. The forbidden power of the soul is naturally unconscious to him. It should only be a loss of power. Liu Wu was also the first time that he could not detect the abnormality.
Lu Ping, in this way, has been trying to protect himself, carrying out the duel he knows well, but Liu Wu doesn''t know it. But it was the third person here who broke the duel.
"Senior brother Liu Wu." Zhuo Qing, who wanted to stop talking for several times, saw Liu Wu''s crazy look, and finally couldn''t help talking.
Liu Wu insisted on using his hands to the bone, and Lu Ping kept stealing his soul power. He was already worried that he would not let go of his soul power. At this time, Zhuo Qing let him relax a little and looked at Zhuo Qing.
"Maybe he really doesn''t know..." Zhuo Qing said.
"Then he has to die." Liu Wu said, and this actually made him feel a little relieved. He really looked forward to Lu Ping''s not knowing anything. He could finish him cleanly.
"Or try another way?" Zhuo Qing said.
Liu Wu looked at Zhuo Qing and suddenly stopped quietly.
Does Lu Ping really know nothing?
Liu Wu dared not come to this conclusion at all. What he saw in his eyes was that Lu Ping had been enduring, without being soft and begging for mercy. Know or don''t know, there''s no way to infer from here. Lu Ping''s stoic attitude can only be determined by one thing: such a hard move is useless to Lu Ping.
Zhuo Qing is not a flood of compassion. He sees this, so he can find a step for Liu Wu.
As for the other way, what is that? Liu Wu knows that Zhuo Qing doesn''t know. He is more experienced than Zhuo Qing in this kind of thing, but at this point, he can only admit that he has nothing to do.
Obviously, they caught Lu Ping, took the initiative and tossed Lu Ping miserably, but now, the frustration in their hearts is far stronger than Lu Ping.
Lu Ping, listening to their dialogue, made one thing clear. These people don''t want to die too fast as much as possible.
That would be great.
Lu Ping, who was tossed half dead, was gratified at this time.
To live. If you live, there is hope.