Chapter 520: Thinking hard
"Song Shi went in."
"Oh, I must be chatting. I can't hear anything for the moment."
"Okay! Finally the chat is over! I smell psychic energy!"
Apo Kuiyin squatted at the door, swinging his huge dragon tail around, making the floor crackle.
The middle-aged man wearing black armor couldn't help coughing: "You"
"Don't tell me you're not curious."
Apo Kuiyin turned his head: "If you didn't want to see it, you would have left long ago."
The middle-aged man could only remain silent.
The steel door that goes straight into the dome is indeed closed, but Abokuin's "seeing" is naturally not with the eyes. As the fifth ring of [Transcendence], its perception is enough to describe the general scene of the interior through the door.
"It's officially started!"
"Wow, what a ferocious psychic flame, and the quality is so high? The spread is also unstoppable. It's a pity that it will suffer a heavy blow."
Awa Kuiyin sighed repeatedly.
"It's hard to say anything else. How can we win against Siniti?"
"Sure enough, it's here! The victory of heaven! Oh, it really reminds me of those days in the past."
The half-dragon shouted and babbled.
"Changed the Dharma? You were decisive enough, but you were suppressed again."
"No, Siniti is better in terms of martial arts. Tsk, such a fierce and unparalleled attack, Siniti just pushed him back."
".He's adapting."
A deep voice broke in.
Apo Kuiyin turned around and saw that the man had put on his helmet again and had all his armor in place, and his expression could not be seen.
"Song Shi is adapting little by little, have you noticed? Your Majesty's offensive is no longer so breathless for him."
"I know." Awa Kuiyin's expression became more solemn: "But it's not enough. You know how long the distance between adapting, progressing, catching up, and even surpassing is."
Just as he was speaking, Abo Kuiyin's tone suddenly changed.
"Sinity needs to get serious!"
"Your Majesty, you are excited."
"Wow!" Awa Kuiyin closed his eyes and opened them after a few seconds: "It's too horrible to look at."
"Song Shi still has the strength to fight." The concentrated man pointed out this point calmly: "He has survived and is still looking for opportunities to fight back."
"It's a good idea to wait for the opportunity!"
Awa Kui became more and more interested and praised him greatly: "If Bad Tribulation and Chongxiao can be used to this extent, ninety-nine percent of the so-called strong people will be defeated."
“But His Majesty is a strong man beyond the category of ‘strong man’.”
"It's not over yet, keep watching!"
Almost at the same time, on the far side.
The man who was explaining what happened after leaving to Wang Chenlie and He Xian suddenly stopped. He raised his head, and after a few seconds, he looked to the south.
"Generalissimo?"
"A god has taken action," the man said.
"Huh?!"
Female voice. "It's the 'Victory'." The man stood with his hands behind his back and seemed to be carefully evaluating: "Well, the level is not high, and there is no intention to hide it. Is she trying her hand?"
After a few more breaths, the man nodded: "I know, it's Song Shi."
"Ah?!"
Male voice.
Things on the other side are too far away for those involved to know, at least for Song Shi. He couldn't hear the half-dragon's shouts or the man's comments. In the young man's eyes, there was only the outline ahead.
"Self-immolation" has begun.
A steady stream of new power is pouring into Song Shi, and the blessing from the high-hanging [Heavenly Sun] has made "self-immolation" reach an unprecedented level.
——"Self-immolation" means burning yourself out in exchange for the dazzling fire when firewood burns in one go.
——[Tianri] continuously ignites the holder, allowing its spiritual strength to continue to "heat up", burning out the enemy or itself.
Two blessings with similar properties form a spiral, and from the collision with each other, a more intense load bursts out.
and strength.
But Song Shi had no time to take care of it.
[Misfortune] must be driven by hatred and murderous intent. He allowed it to roiling violently, the dark flames getting more intense and wild, just to be able to destroy any killing power.
Black flames penetrated the earth.
This time, the main attacker is Song Shi!
"Vicious and angry." Isidore swept across the halberd, still using a skillful and concise method, and controlled by a huge amount of power: "This is your own spiritual skill. I like it."
There was a loud explosion, and the halberd that had been as unshakable as a majestic mountain since the beginning of the war began to retreat for the first time. Dragging the heavy black flames that shocked him, and pushing the killing power to the extreme, he pressed Isidore head-on.
The two sides are no longer using the sound of air vibration to convey information. They are spiritually linked, and words are directly imprinted into each other's hearts.
No reply.
Song Shi must invest every ounce and every inch of his mental energy to activate all the moves. "Self-immolation" has a load, [Tianri] has a load of the violent and murderous intention of [Wo Yan], and there is also a load.
In the worst case, psykers will become pure monsters who are driven by "murderous intent", lose themselves, and only know how to kill.
A series of spiritual skills are intertwined, and under the terrifying load, they are exchanged for even more terrifying power.
It is no longer a trick, no longer a maneuver, and no longer a dangerous move that has been accumulated, the misfortune raging across the world is swirling wildly. Now, Song Shi suppresses Isidore to the letter! Every second was dozens or even hundreds of collisions, with the heavy sword and the halberd clashing against each other, forcing the latter down again and again.
Offensive and defensive castling.
But it's not enough.
——Still not enough!
In the beginning, Isidore was able to suppress him, but could not defeat him. Now, even if he suppressed the opponent, how could he expect to win like this?
The majestic mountain collapsed bit by bit, and the fine rocks and sand fell. What appeared in Song Shi's perception was an unshakable and indestructible diamond-like heavy rock with the outer shell of the mountain gone.
This last shackle seems to be stronger than all the previous ones, and it is as close as a chasm.
Can't get in.
Song Shi felt as if he was separated into two existences. His instincts and body were moving. The black flames were leaping like life, flowing through his body. In a thousandth or a hundredth of a second, the blade roared, Climb hard towards the chasm ahead.
He shouldn't be distracted, Song Shi thought, but his consciousness refused to obey and floated out inexplicably. After taking a quiet breath, he took a quiet breath and thought about it, and found that he had been distracted for a long time.
After the fierce battle until now, he has exhausted all his methods and has changed his fighting methods in dozens of ways. Burning in the field, bombarding the mind with misfortune, using dangerous moves in the sky, and even violent frontal attacks. But now, if it can be said that each party has a victory or defeat in the local confrontation, then the overall battle situation is one of the same. Sliding towards decline bit by bit.
Yes, with the "self-immolation" and other blessings, he was still getting stronger every moment, and his spiritual energy became more and more violent. However, when the arrogant burning had come to an end, Song Shi could feel that his limit was approaching. The top of the mountain is approaching.
Once that peak is exceeded, a decline in status ensues.
——How can we win?
(End of chapter)