Liu Wu stared at Lu Ping.

He was originally a very calm person, and he was definitely not a young man like Zhuo Qing, otherwise he would not have been selected and sent to Beidou Academy. But facing Lu Ping, he was a little impatient. This young man was too unreasonable to play cards, and all his words and deeds were beyond Liu Wu's expectations.

He really wanted to regard Lu Ping's words as pretending to be calm, but the problem was that Lu Ping spoke sincerely and had a natural attitude. He could not hear any pain in his words, but was full of curiosity.

He was staring at Lu Ping, and Lu Ping was also watching him.

He wanted to see Lu Ping's thoughts, but Lu Ping seemed to be waiting for his answer.

At the same time, the bones were not stopped, and the five swollen flesh on Lu Ping's body continued to twitch and wriggle. Liu Wu knew very well what kind of pain was coming under the flesh, but Lu Ping, the victim, seemed to be unclear.

Liu Wu decided to try again. As soon as he lifted his five fingers, the five swollen parts suddenly spurted blood, and the flesh and blood were rotten, and the wound was deep and bones could be seen. Zhuo Qing looked pale. He had combat experience and had several lives in his hand, but he still could not look directly at such a bloody and terrifying wound. His eyes kept dodging other places.

But the sudden burst of pain that made Lu Ping frown again, and didn't even hum.

But Liu Wu's superpower did not stop there. On his right hand, the power of the soul condensed on his five fingers, and gradually emitted a metal-like light. This time, Liu Wu did not hit it casually, but slowly pressed his right hand, and was putting it 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 slowly seep out from the back of his hands, palms, and even the flesh between his fingers, but he couldn't see any wounds. Lu Ping's brows were also twisted deeper than before, which finally gave Liu Wu some comfort. At least Lu Ping was not unconscious.

He trembled from Lu Ping's left hand, climbed up his wrist, followed his left arm, and moved slowly upwards, followed by blood that kept oozing out.

"What sound?" Zhuo Qing heard something alertly at this moment. But soon he could tell the source of the sound Lu Ping's trembling left arm was making noises as if a sharp knife was scraping his bones.

Zhuo Qing immediately realized what was going on. His already pale face changed drastically again. He didn't dare to read it before, but now, he didn't dare to listen.

Liu Wu didn't care about taking care of Zhuo Qing's mood, and used Cheku's bones to this extent in torture. This was the first time he focused his attention. Because he just wanted Lu Ping to taste the pain, he didn't want to directly take Lu Ping's life, so he had to carefully control the power of the soul to avoid some potentially fatal keys.

When Chegu finally climbed Lu Ping's shoulder, Liu Wu had not seen the expression he expected from Lu Ping's face. His five fingers suddenly pressed down, and the power of the soul on Lu Ping's shoulder suddenly slid down, blood splattered, and the harsh sound of scraping bones sounded from Lu Ping's shoulder to Lu Ping's ankle. This sound made Zhuo Qing almost think that Lu Ping was being split in half.

And this sudden moment, Lu Ping shrank into a ball, rolled to the ground, and his whole body was trembling. Liu Wu also breathed a sigh of relief. This time, he consumed a lot of energy, and he also needed a rest.

While adjusting the power of the soul, Liu Wu looked at Lu Ping coldly.

"Now, what are you thinking?" He kept his tone balanced, as if he had just used a very ordinary means.

"Thinking of it." Lu Ping's answer sounded a bit difficult, his voice trembled constantly, and he could tolerate the pain. It does not mean that the pain has no effect.

And this trembling tone sounded like a music of victory to Liu Wu. He was already smiling in his heart, but his face was still as cold as frost. He only said one word coldly: "Say."

"This superpower... should be from the control system, right?" Lu Ping said.

"Not bad." At this point, Liu Wu didn't mind answering Lu Ping.

"I'm done." Lu Ping said.

The tone was still trembling, full of pain, but it completely wiped out the smile in Liu Wu's heart. He was stunned for five seconds before he realized.

"Is this what you thought of?" Liu Wu's face became extremely ugly.

"No," Lu Ping replied.

"Very good...very good." Liu Wu no longer cared about hiding his emotions. A trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. His hands were raised in front of him, and his ten fingers began to gather the power of soul.

"I hope you can hold on until what you want to say." Liu Wu said, pressing his hands and ten fingers together, and exerting his bones upwards from Lu Ping's hands.

The sound of scraping the bones sounded again, and even Zhuo Qing, who had always wanted Lu Ping's life, showed a look of unbearable expression on his face. Liu Wu was not moved at all. He had made up his mind to force him on like this. Lu Ping would either speak or die. He wanted Lu Ping to understand that the information he had was not enough to become his amulet.

Lu Ping's trembling all over immediately became even more intense, and his body curled up on the ground seemed to have been smaller. Liu Wu was still carefully controlling his soul power, but he had more than twice as much energy than before, and the soul power was also being consumed twice as much. But Lu Ping was just struggling in pain and still had no intention of speaking.

"It depends on how long you can last!" Liu Wu shouted. The clay man was still angry. He was defeated continuously, and at this time he was completely angry.

How long will it last?

How long can you last? It’s not a problem... The question is, how long can you last?

Lu Ping endured the pain, but his consciousness was clearer than ever.

He was concerned about what type of superpower this kurtish is, and he was not pretending to be with Liu Wu. He wanted to know, because this determines whether he activated his newly developed defensive means. If it was a custom-made superpower, it would be eaten by ** Lock Soul in one bite, and the superpower effect would not be exerted, and Liu Wu would immediately notice it.

If you realize that it is useless, you will naturally change your means, and this is not what Lu Ping wants to see. This kind of destruction of the power of soul is more painful to the practitioners, but this is exactly what Lu Ping is used to tolerating. If Liu Wu rudely cuts his hands and feet, that is what Lu Ping doesn't want to see.

So if he can, he hopes that Liu Wu will use similar means to tossing. He can tolerate, bear it, and delay time so much, hoping that he can have the chance to escape from life. Although he hasn't thought of any way yet, living for a moment will give him a moment of chance. He is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to die very much.

Fortunately, Liu Wu carefully controlled his actions, allowing Lu Ping to finally determine that this ability was a control system rather than a custom system. In this way, his defense technique of Lou Soul began to be activated, which could reduce some damage. However, in order to avoid the other party's awareness, Lu Ping controlled it more carefully than Liu Wu. He only thought that the space for Lou Soul had not existed long enough, and if he wanted to make it shorter, it was completely within his control.

The **Su Soul Lock, which was more fleeting than before, blocked the power of the soul controlled by Liu Wu bit by bit. Liu Wu could not notice this slim moment. Naturally, he did not know the power of the soul that was blocked, and he just thought it was a loss of supernatural power. It was the first time that Liu Wu could not detect the abnormality in it.

Lu Ping has been trying hard to protect himself, and he has a good idea in his heart, but Liu Wu has no idea about it. But the third person here also broke the showdown.

"Senior Brother Liu Wu." Zhuo Qing, who had been trying to speak for a few times, finally couldn't help but speak up when he saw Liu Wu's crazy look.

Liu Wu insisted on using his hands to fully display his bones, but Lu Ping kept stealing the power of the soul. He was already worried: Don’t use up all your soul power, this kid will not let go and die. At this time, Zhuo Qing’s voice made him relax a little and look at Zhuo Qing.

"Maybe he really doesn't know..." Zhuo Qing said.

"Then he will only die." Liu Wu said, and this actually made him feel a little relieved. He was really hoping that Lu Ping would know nothing and could result in him cleanly.

"Or try another way?" Zhuo Qing said.

Liu Wu looked at Zhuo Qing and was exercising his bones, and suddenly stopped silently.

Does Lu Ping really know nothing?

Liu Wu did not dare to draw this conclusion at all. What he saw in his eyes was that Lu Ping had been enduring, not giving in, not begging for mercy. Whether he knew or didn't know, there was no way to infer from here. Lu Ping's perseverance attitude was certain: such a hard move would be useless to Lu Ping.

Zhuo Qing was not full of sympathy, he saw this, so he could also find a way for Liu Wu.

As for other methods, what is that? Liu Wu knew that Zhuo Qing didn't know. He was more experienced than Zhuo Qing in this kind of thing, but at this point he could only admit that he was helpless.

It was obvious that they had captured Lu Ping, took the initiative, and made Lu Ping miserable, but now, their sense of frustration is far stronger than Lu Ping.

Lu Ping, listening to their conversation, made one thing clear. These people did not want to die too quickly when they could.

That would be great.

Lu Ping, who was tortured to death, was very relieved at this moment.
Chapter completed!