I will swear to protect the beauty with my life

Fang Wuwei's words were like sharp thorns that pierced Sun Zhipeng's heart word by word, and each word penetrated deeply into his mind.

He didn't even dare to imagine what he would be like at that time...but he knew that he had to escape, he had to escape. If he didn't escape, he would be extremely miserable.

I still have a trump card...I still have a trump card...

Sun Zhipeng stretched out his hand with difficulty and slapped the floor. Then the ground beside him shook and several spears stretched out from the ground.

Fang Wuwei's eyes fixed, and he kicked Sun Zhipeng, who was crawling at his feet, making him turn around and face the sky. Then he slashed with his sword, cutting the armored warrior who had just emerged in half. Then he bent down and took the jade pendant hanging around Sun Zhipeng's waist.

Sun Zhipeng became anxious upon seeing this, and stretched out his hand desperately to stop Fang Wuwei from taking the jade pendant from his waist, but Fang Wuwei ignored him and ripped it off.

It seems that Sun Zhipeng's ability to summon these powerful warriors came from this jade pendant... I'll take it back and study it later...

"You are so dishonest, teacup dog... You are already lying on the ground, why are you still thinking about biting people?"

Fang Wuwei smiled, raised his other leg and stepped on Sun Zhipeng's hand, then moved his foot, stepped on one of Sun Zhipeng's fingers, and exerted hard force.

The ground beneath his feet instantly turned into a mass of rotten flesh. His fingers were connected to his heart, and the severe pain was transmitted from his hands to his brain, causing Sun Zhipeng to let out an uncontrollable scream.

The hideous smile on Fang Wuwei's face became even more intense, and finally he opened his mouth and laughed wildly towards the sky.

"Laugh, why aren't you laughing? Are you naturally not fond of laughing?"

The Erfu in Fang Wuwei's hand trembled twice, and the jade pendant hanging on the end of the handle moved without wind.

Sun Zhipeng's screams echoed in the empty cemetery. The destructive power of the battle between the two men was extremely great. Everything around them had suffered a lot of damage and was in a mess. Sword marks and rubble were scattered all over the battlefield.

Fang Wuwei smiled and raised his head. When Sun Zhipeng got used to the pain of the broken finger and his screams gradually subsided, Fang Wuwei raised his foot again and broke his other finger.

Pleasant to the ear... Beautiful to the ear... But noisy and boring...

Fang Wuwei waved his hand, and the knife flashed, piercing Sun Zhipeng's tongue and jaw, lifting them up together, and pulling up his head as well.

"Let me think about how I can make you feel the most terrible torture... I have an instrument that can fill your blood as long as you don't die... So I have sufficient conditions to make you suffer all the tortures in human history... I will pull out your nails piece by piece, and then smash your fingers one by one, chop them off, roll them into a ball and stuff them into your nostrils, then pull out your teeth and embed them in your hands and stuff them into your buttocks, smash your bones one by one, tear off your muscles bit by bit, rob your intestines and tie them around your neck... By the way, what do you think of cutting your flesh with a blunt knife, or using your feces and urine to suffocate you with water torture? Or should I tickle you in extreme pain and itch you to death?"

Seeing Fang Wuwei approaching madness, Sun Zhipeng became more and more frightened the more he listened. Tears flowed uncontrollably, and the remaining part of his body that could still move trembled like a sieve.

If I had known earlier, I would have committed suicide instead of running away...

'Not very good, it sounds childish.'

"Ok?"

Fang Wuwei was still wondering how Sun Zhipeng had the guts to refute him, but he soon discovered that this was not what Sun Zhipeng said...

He lowered his head and looked at his hands. The Erfu in his hand was trembling slightly as he communicated with him.

"Boy, I have never seen you so crazy before. You are usually gentle and polite, but now you are so cruel and bloodthirsty?"

The madness on Fang Wuwei's face disappeared. Erfu almost never talked to him, let alone took the initiative to talk to him... He had always been very quiet and irritable. This was the first time that Erfu took the initiative to start a conversation with him...

"Why, don't you agree with me?"

If this was the case, he had to consider whether it was necessary to throw away Erfu. A weapon that would go against the will of its master really made him feel a little dangerous.

But Erfu soon had a crazy thought similar to Fang Wuwei's.

"I told you, your methods are too childish..."

The next moment, some information poured into Fang Wuwei's mind, and Fang Wuwei knew something as if it had come to his mind.

Fang Wuwei was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth suddenly raised.

"Hee...boy, I like you like this. You should remember to kill more people in the future."

"Haha... Erfu... No wonder you have such a violent temper, it turns out you take it from me..."

Fang Wuwei used a knife to cut Sun Zhipeng's jaw in half, pulled the knife out, then held it in his hand with the tip of the knife facing down, pointed it at Sun Zhipeng's abdomen, and smiled twice.

"Bankai: Two-bearing God Corpse."

Erfu fell from Fang Wuwei's hand and sank into Sun Zhipeng's stomach like falling into water. Sun Zhipeng raised his head in horror and watched Erfu sinking into his body little by little. Then dozens of black lines sprang out from his body. At the same time, with Sun Zhipeng as the center, the entire land suddenly became extremely dark. The next moment, countless purple-black withered hands suddenly stretched out from the bottom.

Those hands were skinny and looked like dried skeletons. The whole land became like a mass grave with only hands exposed. Countless dry hands stretched out from it and grabbed Sun Zhipeng's body.

At the same time, those black lines also entangled Sun Zhipeng. Just by entangled him, Sun Zhipeng felt an intense burning sensation coming from his body, reaching deep into his soul, entwining his body, but tearing his soul.

This kind of pain was a thousand or ten thousand times more painful than the torture Fang Wuwei had just inflicted on him, but under this intense pain, his brain was clearer than ever before, so he could not endure this kind of pain at all, and let out extremely loud wails and screams towards the sky.

The next moment, his mouth was grabbed by those dry hands, which grabbed his tongue, pressed down his neck, pulled his mouth, and even poked into his throat, preventing him from even shouting out in pain.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... You're too noisy, teacup dog."

Fang Wuwei smiled and got off Sun Zhipeng, no longer stepping on his body. He walked to the side and paced slowly. He stretched out his hand and clenched it slightly. The black ground began to ripple, and a long knife slowly rose from the ground and was held in his hand.

After Bankai, the Nifushin corpse changed its appearance. The blade that was originally like a snake's tail became slender, spreading upwards and entwining like a tree root. The whole sword also changed from the blade, gradually changing from silver to dark red.

"The Erfu God Corpse will kill you, devour your body and everything you have, leaving only your soul... Do you know what this means?"

Fang Wuwei squatted down with a smile, looked at Sun Zhipeng who was full of fear, then raised his knife and cut off his tongue.

"It means that your soul will forever suffer eternal torture in the ghost country of Erfu... and I can also go in and torture you... I can give you a body at any time and play with it when I feel like it... You will never go crazy or lose consciousness... It would be too boring if you went crazy.

By the way, the hair wrapped around you can multiply your pain perception."

Fang Wuwei stood up by holding the blade of Erfushenshi, and looked at Sun Zhipeng, whose eyes were wide open and his face was ferocious, with a smile.

No wonder He said my methods were too childish... Hehe... Now I'll have something fun in the future...

"I'm going to fall asleep tonight listening to your screams... ah... it must be unbearable to hear. Goodbye."

The moment Fang Wuwei finished speaking, those withered hands began to exert force one after another, each withered hand exerting force from a different angle, causing Sun Zhipeng to feel the excruciating pain of being pulled by thousands of hands...

From his eyes that were getting bigger and bigger, it could be known that it was indeed a pain that life could not bear.

In the end, Sun Zhipeng's body was torn into pieces and pulled by those withered hands into the muddy ground.

Fang Wuwei read all of this in silence. The crazy smile on his face had long since disappeared, and the hand that was tightly holding the corpse of Erfu God even began to tremble slightly.

It's over... revenge is achieved... it's over...

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Should I revive my sister Fang Wuyou? From the logic and setting, Fang Wuwei will definitely revive his sister. He can revive her by taking some ashes from the grave and throwing them into the organization's resurrection coffin, but... this is not in my outline... but not reviving her does not conform to basic logic...

So distressed...

Thanks to "叶落喵" for the master certification! Thank you boss! Your additional update will definitely be arranged!