MTL - Ask Sword-Chapter 618 ripple

  Chapter 618 Ripples

   Before he could circulate his Qi and blood to stabilize his injury, there were sharp piercing sounds from all directions at the same time.

  Hundreds of sharp and sharp needles galloped from different directions, trying to pierce Yan Yundang.

  'There are two major advantages between a teacher and a warrior. One is mobility. The mind teacher can fly freely, and there is no need to rely on a fulcrum. The second is the number of minds. There are as few as a few pieces of psychic equipment, as many as a dozen or dozens of pieces. The only thing a warrior can rely on is his hands, feet, and personal weapons. '

   Li Ang continued to retreat violently, clasped his palms together, and controlled Mantian Nian Needle to stab Yan Yundang, splitting out a thought and said, 'And I have more thoughts than ordinary Nian masters. '

   Whoosh—

  Hundreds of chanting needles, like a flock of birds, pierced the sky with screams and rushed towards them.

  Yan Yundang let go of his palm, dropped the corpse, stomped on the ground and rushed forward,

  The phantom created by the suanni stove not only reproduced the monk's body, air sea, common weapons and other data, but also recorded the fighting habits.

  As a warrior, if you stay on the ground and face round after round of attacks from the Psychic, there is only one dead end.

  If you defend for a long time, you will lose. He must switch from defense to offense in order to win.

  Boom!

   Under the soles of the feet, the ground cracked with spider webs,

  Yan Yundang quickly shortened the distance with Li Ang, and danced wildly with the plain knife in his hand, forming an airtight and impenetrable circle, chopping off the closest reading needle.

   Each knife poured enough energy and blood. While cutting off the chanting needle, it also disrupted the connection between the chanting needle and Li Ang, preventing Li Ang from manipulating the two broken chanting needles again to launch an attack.

   Fifty steps, twenty steps.

  Li Ang released his mental power, pushed himself back and slid across the **** battlefield, but the distance between the two sides was still steadily shortening, and he could clearly see the indifferent face under the phantom helmet.

  嗡—

  The resistance from the feet suddenly increased, and Li Ang's thought clearly saw the water ripples on the edge of the battlefield, as if there was an invisible wall of air standing between the sky and the earth.

  This is probably the boundary of the Suan Ni furnace simulation, and we cannot go back any further.

  Li Ang had no expression on his face, he stopped, and crossed his hands and fingers violently. Among the remaining fifty or so needles, more than thirty lost their strength and fell to the ground in a erratic manner.

   In exchange, the remaining twenty needles suddenly accelerated.

  During such a short gap, Yan Yundang still detected the omen with the super instinct of the warrior.

  He slashed ten mind needles with a knife, and the qi all over his body exploded, swirled, and turned into a vortex, creating a terrifying gust of wind, disrupting the mind power attached to the mind device.

  The chanting needle that lost the guidance of psychic power deviated from the established trajectory and pierced into Yan Yundang's body.

  Behind neck, under ribs, knees, left shoulder, inner thighs, behind ears, back, insteps, elbows,

  Nine needles pierced into the body, and the moment they came into contact with the warrior's blood, they were deprived of all the power of thought, relying on the inertial trend, they rushed forward for a short distance.

  Injuries to these parts are extremely difficult after the battle, but they are still not enough to deprive Yan Yundang of his combat power in a life-and-death fight.

  He was full of muscles and muscles, relying on the control of the warrior's body, he used his muscles to forcibly squeeze out the chanting needle,

  The palm of the left hand firmly grasps a long needle pierced into the orbit of the left eye, preventing it from moving forward.

   Click!

  Yan Yundang closed his left eye, tightened his eyelids, and forcefully pulled out and broke the blood-stained chanting needle with his palm.

  As for his right hand, it seemed that he was not hindered at all. When the distance between the two sides was reduced to within twenty steps, he slashed with all his strength.

  Boom!

  Turned into real stellar qi, like a pure white horse, slashed obliquely.

  The corpses on the road exploded one after another, flying over a distance of more than ten meters, and the soft soil was sunken out of thin air under the action of Gang Qi.

   There is no way to retreat, no way to avoid, Li Ang raised his arms upwards, making a movement like flipping a table, and his thoughts drove the soil under his feet to form a thick earth wall in front of him.

  Pure soil obviously couldn't stop the knife. Li Ang's cuffs swung violently, and the thread made of pure gold shot out from the sleeves and penetrated into the earth wall, forming the skeleton of the city wall.

  At the same time, the concrete talisman also burned slowly, making the soft soil harden rapidly.

   All of this happened at the same time, and the blade slammed into the city wall straight ahead.

  In an instant, the gravel splashes, the soil bursts, and the thought line breaks,

  The city wall did its best to block and delay the qi, and then collapsed,

   Li Ang opened his left palm to support the barrier, and the most extreme part of the stellar energy had already penetrated into the crevices of his five fingers. It was only the last bit of distance before he could cut his flesh and pronounce the end of this trial.

   But in the end, the exhausted qi turned into a breeze, dissipating invisible between the fingers.

  Before Li Ang's thoughts aroused the idea of ​​rejoicing, Yan Yundang's body had already smashed through the ruins of the city wall, and came with a simple knife in his hand.

  Dragon Fall!

  A metal toothpick flew out from Li Ang's sleeve, and it grew in the wind, quickly turning into a spear.

  He didn't control the spear to stab out—doing so would only be like the previous trials, when the phantom who was not afraid of death tried to save his life, exchanging injuries for injuries.

   Xuying doesn't mind whether he lives or dies at all, as long as he hurts Li Ang, the trial is over.

  铛—

  The sound of gold and iron crisscrossed over the battlefield, and Longyu's long spear dangerously blocked the knife, vibrating slightly in the air. Li Ang's face changed slightly, and he forcibly stabilized the undulating waves in the sea of ​​air.

Yan Yundang ignored the bursting **** tiger's mouth, forced his wrist forward, the blade scraped across the handle of the gun, and while continuing to shake Li Ang's sea of ​​energy, he took a step forward, swung the handle of the knife and smashed Li Ang's head, was blocked by Long Yun again, and used Elbow strikes, knee strikes, headbutts.

The mind barrier was born and then broken. Li Ang loaded four wind charms into the arrow slot of the glowing crossbow, pulled the trigger, and created a noisy gust of wind. With the power of mind, he pushed himself forward to the left, and distanced himself from the phantom. .

  Yan Yun kicked towards the boundary of Suan Ni Furnace, aroused spectacular ripples like waves, and chased after him again.

  He is like a wild beast that has lost his mind, regardless of the injuries on his body, and launches violent attacks, but at the same time he strictly follows the martial arts, always attacking when he is unprepared, and his moves are interlocking.

  Li Ang controlled the Longyun spear to barely block the attack, and pulled the trigger of the glow crossbow one after another, crossing the battlefield again and again like a hurricane, blowing away all the corpses.

   click.

  Finally, there was a light sound inside the crossbow machine of the glowing crossbow—the effect of the crossbow remotely triggering the talisman can only be activated ten times in a short period of time.

  Yan Yundang's phantom sensed the faint sound, and punched the flying Long Yun with a fist. At the cost of shattering his fingers, he forced back the spear and stabbed at the same time.

  Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the empty eyes of the surrounding soldiers' corpses, which were stained with dust, reflected this picture of the result of the trial.

   Collapse!

   At the moment when Pu Dao was about to stab Li Ang's shoulder, the ground under Yan Yundang's feet shattered, and dense threads of thoughts jumped up from the soil, like springs and cobwebs, contracted and entangled his torso and limbs.

  Several strands of it were wrapped around the end of Long Yun's gun at some unknown time.

   Li Ang opened his hands and swept his arms inward. Driven by Long Yun, all the silk threads were tightened together, cutting Yan Yundang to pieces.

  (end of this chapter)