I, the Creator of Evil God!

The mind-reading technique made Lu Yu easily see through what the bitter goshawk dove was thinking, but Lu Yu's attention was not the despair in its heart, but directly changed its meaning to "The bitter goshawk dove has no way to escape for the time being, and it can be killed."

As for the other thoughts in the heart of the bitter goshawk dove, such as loyalty and perseverance......

In this day and age, what is the use of these things, can it be said that it has a good quality in the eyes of human beings in its heart, and it can not kill it?

Just kidding! I'm going to have to kill it, okay!

Put this kind of loyal thing out, maybe in the future, he will come back with a group of eagle doves to take revenge on himself, and Lu Yu will not do the thing of letting the tiger return to the mountain.

Never underestimate the potential of any kind of creature, this is what Lu Yu has always done very well.

It is possible for any creature to grow into an existence that can cause trouble for itself, and to let a hostile creature live is a huge irresponsibility to oneself.

Glancing at the bitter goshawk dove flying in the sky, Lu Yu knew very well that it still had the means to release, or ...... All it thought about was to escape.

Now in a desperate situation, it is still thinking about the negotiation plan and has no intention of fighting with itself, and it is best to do it at this time.

Things to note, though...... Be sure to use lore means and not give it too many opportunities to react, otherwise it will be very troublesome.

Thinking in his heart, Lu Yu shot again, and he could even see a few cold rays under the strong wind, as if there was really a sword light and sword shadow diffusing in the sky.

The bitter goshawk dove can only struggle, no matter how the wings wave, there is no way to escape from Lu Yu's skills, it can only resist the attack inside, even if the blood gushes, it can only endure the pain.

"Next up is the lore, and this is the position. "

Lu Yu didn't simply use the wind blade to surround and kill the bitter goshawk dove, he had other purposes.

As an attribute, the wind can also be compressed, Lu Yu has tried, but the compression is not so satisfying.

However, when the density of the surrounding winds begins to increase and the enemy is in the center of the wind, the compressive force acting on the surface of the storm signal will directly increase the pressure of the wind.

The greater the pressure, the more amazing the power.

Perhaps the wind blade's damage wasn't enough to make the goshawk dove fall, but the pressure could easily break its bones, and when the time came, it wouldn't be able to fly even if it had great ability.

From a bitter goshawk dove to a free-range chicken, it's often as simple as that.

Can a free-range chicken pose any threat to itself? Impossible. What's more, this free-roaming chicken is still dead.

"Pressurize me!"

Lu Yu's voice was not loud, and the wind in the sky could even completely deafen all the monsters around him, but they could still hear Lu Yu's soul-threatening voice.

Pressure?

The monster couldn't understand human language, but it was able to immediately understand Lu Yu's meaning.

One by one, they raised their heads and looked at a spherical field formed by the wind, they knew very well that the pressure must be added to it, and the one who died must be the bitter goshawk dove.

Burst!

The bitter goshawk dove finally couldn't stand it anymore, it could feel that the pressure around it was rising wildly, but under the effect of this pressure, it was completely unable to move.

The more this happened, the more painful the upper mouth of the body became, and the wind blade seemed to know the way, and frantically drilled into the wound, and after a while, the wound was getting bigger and bigger, and it was almost about to cut off the wings.

The only thing that can support it is this body's bones, but the bitter goshawk dove knows in his heart that his bones can't support it for too long, and in a few minutes, his bones will be broken.

No, you can't sit back and wait for death.

I can die, but the master's puppet must not die here.

My strength is related to the wind, but the strength is not comparable to that of this human being, even if I use my strength to guide it, it will not help.

But this human also gives me enough inspiration that if I can also compress my power and explode in an instant, maybe ...... Maybe I'll be able to get my master's puppet out!

So far, since this is the only way to think of it, this is the only way to use it......

The bitter goshawk dove made up his mind in his heart, and the power of a violent wind in his mouth began to condense and compress, just like Lu Yu's compression method, but a trace of protective power was added to it, which was used to protect the dead puppet.

Lu Yu could see its thoughts, and he didn't even need to use mind reading to understand it.

"The idea is good, and the learning ability is quite strong, but unfortunately, if you want to break through, you need at least half a minute of compressed time, and without half a minute, it is impossible to make his substitute puppet really out of danger. "

"The ideal is plump, but the skinny feeling of reality can always warn you - don't daydream!"

Before the words fell, the bitter goshawk dove felt that the pressure around it had increased, and in just an instant, the wings that were still holding on were broken, and it didn't even give it time to react.

Without the support of a pair of wings, the bitter goshawk dove could no longer soar in the sky.

But Lu Yu's fierce wind still pressed it into the sky, whether it was up and down or left and right, it couldn't move.

It's time for the lore.

Lu Yu said silently in his heart, and then looked at the sky, the wind pierced the body of the bitter goshawk dove, and the entire eighteen wind blades almost divided its body.

And then, without the support of the flesh, the bones also began to be targeted by pressure, and in just three seconds, it was still a bitter goshawk dove just now, and now it has been kneaded into a ball of meat by Lu Yu.

But Lu Yu could still feel that the power in the mouth of the bitter goshawk dove was still compressing, and it completely gave up its life, just to be able to send the dead puppet to a place that Lu Yu couldn't hurt.

It was only compressed for ten seconds, and Lu Yu calculated it clearly.

But the bitter goshawk dove no longer has the strength, so it can only open its mouth in despair and squirt it out, whether it can survive or not can only depend on the destiny of heaven.

"If you weren't an enemy, I'd tell a story like this, but it's a pity. "

Lu Yu's voice was very soft, and it only passed into the mind of the bitter goshawk dove, which was the last sound that the eagle dove could hear.

But it still doesn't forget to make a crying voice: please let him go......

Lu Yu just shook his head, and with a handful of flames, the bitter goshawk dove turned into a handful of ashes, which drifted away with the wind.

A poor eagle dove, born in the wind, should die in the wind.

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