Chapter 701: Destroying Your Incompetence
Bailian reacted very quickly, and immediately stopped his feet and closed his eyes.
In the deep dark night, the crimson mist spread all around, and even Balian's dark vision was greatly hindered.
It is almost difficult to distinguish the surrounding environment with the naked eye.
However, in Bailian's field of vision, he could clearly see the branch that suddenly broke under his feet and fell against the leaves.
In the process of falling, it seemed to be cut by countless invisible sharp objects, silently turning into several broken branches, falling into the air and disappearing.
The release of spiritual consciousness and senses.
“Zizi————”
It’s like a very thin bow string tightening its tone.
The cold moon covered the sand, and the heavy clouds dispersed. In the weak moonlight and the thick fog, Balian saw countless thin silver threads intertwined with spider silk, between the branches. Connected into countless fine networks.
Yun Rong's face sank, and the snow-washing sword floated above her head. The blade of the sword emitted a clear light, reflecting the cold texture of jade on her fair face and skin.
The two of them stopped their steps at the same time. Suddenly, a silver-white glow in front of their eyes was like three thousand hair strands. It cut off several branches like tofu and swept towards the top of their heads.
Yun Rong lowered her eyes and was about to pick up her sword fingers, but Bailian stopped her movement with his arms and whispered: "These threads are dead things and are obviously meant to be consumed. We don't need to waste our energy. Come and deal with it."
How could Yun Rong not see that these silver threads were all dead objects controlled by people, but according to what Bai Lian said, it was obviously not okay to stand here and let others slaughter them.
Before she could guess what Balian was going to do, she saw him wave his arm, and the green jade between his thumbs flashed with mysterious light.
Several huge and heavy shadows fell from the sky with a burst of space fluctuations, and the thick branches made a creaking sound.
Yunrong couldn't help but open his eyes wide, looking at the tall mecha man standing in front of him like an iron tower, he couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "Is this the mechanism talisman of Shifang City?!"
Balian took two steps back, and his consciousness divided into five strands, flowing into the spirit stone cores of the five mechas.
“Buzz————” There was a deep sound.
The five mechas slowly opened their eyes, as if hot magma was flowing in their gem-like eyes.
Thousands of silver threads extending all over the sky like cracks and spider webs fell over.
A dull metallic roar sounded in the wind, and the cold steel bodies of the five mechas suddenly erupted with light like red gold. The earthy and heavy aura was like a mountain, but the red gold energy that could be broken was stronger than that. The silver wire is even sharper!
The five mechas all stretched out their arms, their fingers twisting around the silver threads rolling in the sky, and their arms struggled to tear them apart.
The roots of the slender silver threads that were tightly twisted broke apart, just like the thin threads of water frozen into threads in the cold winter, turning into light dust like countless dust particles.
Yunrong looked extremely surprised: "This is a mecha from Shifang City? But why is it different from what I remember?"
Her eyes were so sophisticated. For a moment of surprise, her eyes suddenly condensed. Her gaze fell on the shimmering spirit stone pattern between the mecha's heart, and her pupils suddenly shrank into a vertical line: "Puppetry?!!!"
< br>He actually integrated the demonic skills with the mecha skills of Shifang City? !
Under the protection of five mechas, the place where Bai Lian and Yun Rong stood did not see any killing.
Bailian looked very calm and leisurely, crossing his arms and saying: "It's fair to use puppetry to fight puppetry, isn't it?"
He said that there were weird things all over the sky. Sharp silver wire, actually a puppet technique?
Just as he finished speaking, an extraordinarily slender white shadow floated over among the sparse shadows.
The pale clothes whirled in the night wind. The white figure's head was hanging crookedly, and his facial features could not be seen clearly. His long pale hair hung down from the front of his face, and the extremely long hair could not be seen. tip.
And the silver thread that was heading towards Balian came from her.
Yun Rong said: "It's a hair demon."
The demon is different from the succubus. It is not protected by the Beiyuan Forest, and naturally it is not subject to the disaster curse of the Beiyuan Forest.
She has not been assimilated by the curse of this forest, but she is no longer free.
The white-haired succubus hangs weightlessly on the treetops, her arms and limbs seem to be pulled by strings, and her hands and feet are twisted in an extremely twisted posture.
It looks like a puppet on a stage, controlled by silk threads.
A slender silver cord extended from her heart. The silver cord was stretched and stretched, seeming to be connected to her heart, and her heart was a little bright red.
As her pale arms suddenly raised high, her hair suddenly danced violently, and the number of silver threads that came like a wave increased greatly!
A hidden terrifying force left deep scratches on the five mechas, with their cores visible.
But it became extremely difficult for the five mechas to twist the silver threads with their palms again.
The metal palm was cut in half by the silver wire, like a hot knife cutting half of frozen oil. The sharp edge was embedded in the palm. The rolling molten iron slid down along the silk thread, piercing the branches like traces of insect eyes. .
In an instant, the hair demon had the upper hand, but this move also consumed a lot of energy and life.
As a result, her heart gradually became unbearable, and blood stains spread out bit by bit from the white clothes around her heart.
She tilted her head and moved slightly, as if she was in great pain, and slowly and desperately raised her pale face.
Wang Yi actually used the puppet technique on a living being whose consciousness has not yet been destroyed! ! !
Yunrong frowned and said: "It seems that your mecha won't last long, shall I give her a break?"
Bailian summoned the three mechas again after hearing this. A, this is all the mecha inventory in Jade Water.
“What’s the point of killing a hair demon who is controlled by someone? It’s better to find the person behind it first, which is the key.”
Although the power of controlling living puppets is infinite, it cannot control a batch of mechas at once like ordinary puppetry.
If this living puppet is destroyed, Wang Yi can naturally take back his energy and mold a new living puppet for his use.
In this way, it was still him and Yun Rong who were depleted of their physical strength.
Bailian sacrificed all the mechas and carefully felt Wangyi's aura hidden in the darkness, but found nothing.
Yun Rong, who noticed Bai Lian's intentions, tugged on his sleeves and said, "I know his specific location, you come with me."
Balian was surprised.
Wangyi’s ability to conceal his aura is unparalleled in the demon world. Although Yunrong used secret methods to stimulate the blood of immortals and forcibly improve his cultivation, he didn’t even strengthen his mental power to such an extent, right?
The formality was tight and there was no room for Balian to ask any more questions.
He followed Yun Rong to gather his breath and avoid the attack range of the monster.
Stepping on the peach blossom branches, a few people jumped, and their figures were as fast as night ghosts, flickering vaguely in the night mist.
Ten breaths later, Bai Lian found Wang Yi in a leafy peach forest.
Mikawa, who is good at dealing with darkness, was not entangled by the group of succubi. Not only did he escape unscathed, he even came here in advance to prepare and deploy, setting up a killing trap.
Wang Yi’s puppetry skills seem to be far superior to those of Burial Heart.
In other words, the puppets in Zianxin's hands may have been obtained from Wang Yi's hands.
Wang Yi stood in a sea of flowers and forest mist, with his arms spread out and his eyes closed tightly.
His ten slender fingers moved nimbly and lightly, and white strands of Qi formed by his mental power extended from each of his half-length round nails.
As he moved his ten fingers together, the majestic spiritual power visible to the naked eye sprayed out from his fingertips. Suddenly, his fingers froze and stopped, the air lines at his fingertips dissipated a little, and Wang Yi turned around, revealing an extremely ordinary face.
At a glance, you can tell that the face is wearing a mask to hide the energy, and it is definitely not his real face.
Although his eyes were surprised, there was no panic. He looked at Balian and Yun Rong, his expression seemed a little confused:
"Although Wang Yi is not the best among the river lords, when it comes to concealing the secrets of heaven, looking at the entire demon world, even the demon lord may not be able to find my true body. It is a good thing for you two."
< br>say As he looked, he turned his eyes slightly to Yun Rong, and said with a sudden look on his face: "The sword's heart is bright, and it is indeed worthy of its reputation. Wangyi has learned a lesson."
Bailian looked at Wangyi without blinking. Yi's ten slender fingers.
Wangyi, who noticed Bailian's quiet gaze, also looked at Bailian.
But Brian was not simply looking at his fingers, but at his spiritual realm.
There is no doubt that unlike ordinary practitioners and even Mohe, Wang Yi majors in the spiritual realm where hardship is difficult.
Without any warning, a powerful aura suddenly burst out from Wang Yi's hands and sleeves.
The moonlight was as bright as daylight, and the clouds were hanging low. His dark pupils seemed to have been replaced by the light of day in the eternal night, and the color of his pupils gradually became lighter and brighter.
The pupils under his eyes seemed to directly reveal the powerful essence of his soul.
He gently spit out the four-character magic words: "Axe! Saw! Knife! Halberd!"
Immediately afterwards, countless axes, saws, halberds and halberds sank out of the sea of clouds in the sky. The sky was filled with dazzling arrays, burning like soul fire from the nine heavens. The sharp blades shone like fire and fell like rain, just like the rising morning light.
Bailian stretched out his hand to hold Tiance Junshan, and thrust a sword into the sky along the countless sharp edges that were like morning light and fire.
The majestic sword of Kunlun Mountain has emerged!
But when Bai Lian's sword power rose, the sacred ancient Kunshan sword power seemed to have pierced the air.
A heavy rain of weapons fell like a gust of wind, like an illusion that confused people's eyes, without any confrontation with Balian's attack.
But when those axe-soldier blades fell on his body, there were no blood wounds on Balian's body.
Ke Lingtai felt extremely painful for a moment, like a knife and ax carving it, and his consciousness was like a piece of spotless white tofu, which was suddenly crushed into ink residue by a big black hand.
This was the first time that Balian felt such a strong mental attack, and his face instantly turned pale.
This made him truly realize the horror of Sanhe Wangyi.
Bailian did not have the experience to resist mental attacks. The injured spiritual sea made his skull feel like a knife, and his usually flexible and intelligent brain became dull at this moment.
Before he could think of a countermeasure, a cold sword light illuminated his brows.
Yunrong, draw your sword.
She seemed not to have been affected at all. The Lingtai was like a thousand-year-old steel city, unshaken at all.
Her steps were steady, and Shuanglin Guhua's sword was faster than the sound, slashing towards Wangyi.
What made Wang Yi aware of the existence of this sword was not his instinctive reaction, but the biting cold pain coming from his shoulder.
He took half a step back with an expressionless face. It was only half a step, but it caused him to pull out an afterimage ten meters away in the space.
The unimaginable speed of movement still failed to dodge the sword.
A long and narrow scarlet sword extended from his shoulder to his lower abdomen.
The blood-colored wound was extremely thin, but cut extremely deep. When he stood firm, the extremely long wound opened and spurted out blood.
This sword almost cut off half of his body.
It was difficult to maintain a smile on Wang Yi's face, and his blood-red face flickered in and out of light and shadow in the mottled fog.
He covered his chest with one hand, and blood still flowed uncontrollably from her fingers.
His face was a bit ugly, as if he was witnessing a huge change and he looked at Yun Rong: "It is impossible for the Four Tianxi Swords to have such terrifying sword power. Who are you!"< br>
Before today, if someone said that a sword cultivator of human origin had only practiced Taoism for a few hundred years, he could be severely injured with a single sword.
Wang Yi must think that this person is talking nonsense and is absurd and uninhibited!
But right now, the severe pain in his body is telling him...
He underestimated the enemy!
The wind in the high place at night is biting, and the howling cold wind is carrying the faint fragrance of peach blossoms. There is a full moon in the sky, and the world is full of disasters and demons dancing wildly.
As Yun Rong gathered her big sleeves, she coldly shook off the blood on the sword's edge. Her black eyes were cold, like cold springs filled with clear autumn.
She stepped forward slowly, raised Wang Yi's chin with the tip of the sword, and said with cold eyes: "The method does make it beautiful, but it's a pity that it is too flashy under my sword."
No matter how beautiful you are, I can destroy your innocence with just one sword!
Bailian once again saw Yun Rong holding a sword in his right hand, full of energy, and his sword energy dared to be equal to the sky!
Standing under the moonlight, she is graceful and graceful, her sword robe swings, her golden wings spread out, and her slender figure reminds people of a sword made of ice and fire.
The fireworks and the world of mortals were completely washed away from her flesh and blood.
She is really indescribably powerful and beautiful.
It was clearly an extremely unfamiliar scene, but it gave Balian the familiar illusion that he was in a dream from another world.
Wang Yi was seriously injured. Although his expression was gloomy, he did not show any panic at all.
Even if Yun Rong only needs to take three more steps and draw one more sword at this moment, he can completely end his life.
The emotion in his eyes still did not reveal the slightest hint of death-related despair.
Yunrong obviously did not intend to spare his life.
Just as Wang Yi thought, she walked over in the billowing crimson mist, wearing sword energy, obviously not intending to give him any chance to breathe.
Wang Yi watched quietly as she slowly closed her eyes, like a resigned sinner, waiting for the final judgment.
But the corners of his mouth were raised confidently amid the vertical and horizontal sword light.
Bailian almost felt a numbness coming from his soul. He raised his head suddenly, and his spiritual consciousness was attacked so that his eyes were filled with darkness.
He could only vaguely see the outline of Yun Rong's back. At this moment, a "wave" sound, like a strange sound like water flowing out of a sac, sounded in Bianlian's ears.
Although it was extremely subtle, Bailian was still keenly aware of it.
He rubbed the red mark between his eyebrows fiercely, gritted his teeth and leaned over, like a seagull passing by the sea, rushed out quickly, and gave Yun Rong a hard push behind him.
"Pfft!!!"
The moment blood spurted out from Balian's abdomen, he held the sword in his backhand, and the blunt-edged Tiance Junshan sword didn't even think about it. Thoughts penetrated the head of the succubus awakening in the mist liquid.
(End of this chapter)