Han Sen was shocked. As he dodged Lin Feng's attacks, he asked, "Lin Feng, what is going on?"
Han Sen knew Lin Feng was being controlled, but he didn't know if Lin Feng's body was being controlled, or if his mind was being controlled as well.
Lin Feng swung his sword and chased after Han Sen. He said, "My body is being controlled. Run!"
"I'll kill it for you."
Han Sen used his Bulwark Umbrella to block Lin Feng's sword. With Taia in his other hand, he slashed at the white bones that bound Lin Feng's body.
"Argh!" Lin Feng screamed and coughed up a mouthful of blood. Han Sen was shocked.
Han Sen was very confident in his swordsmanship. Even if his swordsmanship wasn't good, he was still very accurate. Han Sen's sword had hit the blood bone, so why did Lin Feng scream and spit out blood?
Han Sen saw that the bone was undamaged, but Lin Feng was bleeding. Then, he realized something.
"Go, or kill me." Lin Feng knew what was going on, and he gritted his teeth as he spoke to Han Sen.
Han Sen didn't want to give up, so he slashed the bone a few more times. The result was the same. Lin Feng was the one who got hurt.
Blood Bone transferred all the damage to Lin Feng, who was under its control.
Han Sen had no choice but to use his Bulwark Umbrella and Taia to block Lin Feng's attacks.
Han Sen and Lin Feng had known each other for a long time, but he had never had the chance to fight him. Han Sen didn't know much about Lin Feng's power. He knew Lin Feng was strong, but Han Sen didn't know how strong he was.
Lin Feng was being controlled by Blood Bone, but his sword skills were still his own. Although it was just a gemstone geno core, Han Sen was surprised.
Lin Feng's sword skills were calm and peaceful. There was nothing amazing about them. They weren't as unpredictable as Ghost Sword, and they weren't as simple as God's Retribution. They weren't as deep as Six Paths. Every move looked ordinary, but the ordinary sword skills gave people a feeling that they were impenetrable.
After seeing Lin Feng's sword skills, Han Sen understood what it meant to be magical.
Perhaps his moves weren't the best, and there were many flaws, but the pressure that such a sword technique gave off was like that of an emperor, making people feel as if they couldn't overcome it.
Han Sen's sword skills were good, but he couldn't beat Lin Feng when it came to sword skills. But Han Sen wasn't a swordsman, so he had many ways to suppress Lin Feng. Lin Feng wouldn't be able to beat him in terms of raw power.
If Lin Feng was an enemy, Han Sen would've killed him already. But Lin Feng wasn't an enemy, and Han Sen couldn't kill him. All he could do was block, and that put him at a disadvantage.
To avoid hurting Lin Feng, Han Sen had to fall back. After a few steps, he was inside the sandstorm, and he couldn't see anything.
Dong!
Lin Feng, who was controlled by Blood Bone, did not seem to be affected by the sandstorm at all. In fact, he was even more ferocious. He appeared and disappeared in the sandstorm, and he kept coming out of it to attack Han Sen's weak points.
Han Sen blocked Lin Feng's sword again, but he realized that Lin Feng had a sword in his left hand. The sword stabbed into Han Sen's shoulder, and he bled.
Han Sen tried to swing his sword, but he couldn't. Lin Feng disappeared into the sandstorm again.
Lin Feng, who was using two swords, was even stronger. With the sandstorm's cover, he kept attacking Han Sen. Han Sen couldn't fight back, so he couldn't avoid opening up. Soon, more and more wounds appeared on his body, and blood kept flowing.
"Kill me!" Lin Feng's eyes were red, and he shouted in a hoarse voice.
But how could Han Sen do that? He blocked Lin Feng's sword and said, "Think of a way. There must be a way. I can't let you die for nothing."
Although he said that, Han Sen really had no other way. He couldn't kill Lin Feng, and he couldn't run away as fast as Lin Feng in the sandstorm. There seemed to be no other way unless he killed Lin Feng.
Han Sen's wounds were increasing, and the blood had dyed his entire body red. His power was weakening, and he was losing too much blood. Han Sen's body was starting to show signs of being unable to control his movements.
Blood Bone Demon looked at Lin Feng and Han Sen who were fighting each other in the sandstorm, and said with a weird smile, "I thought it would take some effort to kill Han Sen because he didn't touch Blood Bone Puppet.
Now it seems that it's not necessary.
Humans are really strange creatures.
I can't understand why they would watch themselves get killed for others, but I like this feeling."
"Humans have always been very stupid creatures. They often do meaningless things," Qing Ya said indifferently.
Blood Bone Demon wanted to say something, but Lin Feng's sword had already pierced Han Sen's heart. Han Sen fell to the ground.
"Master Qing Ya, it's done," Blood Bone Demon said to Qing Ya excitedly.
"Better be careful. That human is not simple," Qing Ya said, looking at Han Sen who was lying on the ground lifelessly.
"Master Qing Ya, don't worry. There will be no problem." Blood Bone Demon was very confident. She swam toward Han Sen and Lin Feng.
Lin Feng stood in the sandstorm, and the sandstorm suddenly disappeared. Then he saw a man and a woman walking toward him.
To be precise, there were three people. The woman's lower body was like a centipede, and she was holding a man who couldn't move. The man's body seemed to be completely paralyzed. Although he was awake, he couldn't even move his lips and eyes. It was Jing Jiwu.
"Who are you?"
Lin Feng stared at Qing Ya and yelled. Apparently, he also realized that Qing Ya was the one in charge.
Blood Bone Demon laughed strangely. Lin Feng couldn't control himself at all. He raised the sword in his hand again and stabbed Han Sen a few more times, which made him very sad and angry.
"Master Qing Ya, as you can see, that human is completely dead," Blood Bone Demon said.
As Blood Bone Demon spoke, she threw the paralyzed Jing Jiwu on the ground and stabbed him with her bone-like claws. "This guy is useless now."
Before Blood Bone Demon's claws could reach Jing Jiwu, the space was twisted. A sharp light flashed, and the claws that were going for Jing Jiwu were cut off. Jing Jiwu, who was under the claws, was pulled up by a hand.
"You're not dead?"
Blood Bone Demon stared at the person who was holding Jing Jiwu. It was Han Sen, who was already dead on the ground.