Chapter 215 [Lighting Fire] (Part 2)
The blue dragon rises and falls in the sea. Its huge body does not even need to actively attack. Each surge will break large swaths of flames, but the next moment, there will be more flames. The tide came and hit it again.
Under the dual effects of [Ember] and [Rendering], it has shown obvious injuries, with large scales peeling off, and cracks bursting out of Nanming Lihuo's majestic body. Even if the spirit has a certain healing effect, Energy skills continue to play a role in healing its injuries, but the balance of the battle is still slipping towards the unfavorable end.
Canglong looked up to the sky and roared, trying to take off again.
But amid the iron-like clanging and trembling, chain after chain stretched out from the sea of fire bound it tightly, and it struggled hard but could not break free - the sea of fire that completed the paving provided " "Raw materials", [Forging Flame] can continuously create "chains" turned into flames to continuously bind.
In the distance, its owner slowly relaxed his brows and did not look at the bound Canglong.
The man just stepped forward and once again swept out a ray of sword light.
The sweeping flames cracked a gap, then split into two, and then there was a crisp and slight shattering sound, and the red crystals rising from the scorched earth were broken into pieces.
In front of this sword edge, which is composed of extremely solid Nanming Lihuo and is in an almost "pure white" form, all obstacles are as worthless as scraps of paper.
——Until now.
Facing the sword edge that wiped out all things, Song Shi advanced instead of retreating amid the shattering flames!
The man looked indifferently, the sword light bloomed, the pure white sword edge twisted and turned, cut through the sea of fire, and slashed towards the opponent - except for the initial "Cang Long", he did not show any of the common [Dayuan] The Xuanhe momentum.
There is no grand display, no wanton display of the power of the source.
From beginning to end, the man just held the sword and then slashed out.
This pure and simple power, under his control, has become the Lihuo Shenfeng who is unstoppable at this moment.
And the next moment.
This line of sword was completely blocked for the first time.
——That is the red golden light that belongs to "Re-killing"!
The moment the two collided, the air paused for a moment, then sunk deeply. The depression suddenly expanded, completely sweeping away the nearby sea of fire and clearing out a huge "vacuum".
No, it is not a complete "vacuum".
At this moment, for the first time since the war started, the man's expression changed. A bit of confusion appeared between his eyebrows. In his black pupils, the scene ahead was reflected - a curtain of flames that looked like burning the sky and boiling the sea. Seeing behind you, rising to the sky at this moment!
The huge impact caused by the collision between the sword and the heavy sword had no effect on this curtain of flames that covered the sky and the sun?
"Nothing will burn, no matter how strong it is, it will push Nan Ming away from the fire. This form is strong."
The sword light swept across, creating a large winding crack in the flame curtain. But the latter seemed to have no impact and was still raging and boiling.
Wrapped in this terrifying flame screen, he slashed out with a heavy sword, forcefully giving way to the sword light that had been running rampant, and finally began to evade it.
"But this is not something that the second ring can display in the first place. With your exquisite realm, you have forced the creation of this 'pure white' form by completely condensing Nanming Lihuo -" < br>
Kill again and again, and advance again.
“The price you paid is that you have consumed almost all the Nanming Lihuo. You only maintain the ‘frontline’ divine front, not voluntarily, but because you can only do this - you have no more Nanmingli fire. Fire. "
The line of divine blades crisscrossed, and the sword light dragged out extremely eye-catching pure white flow marks.
It is still unstoppable, even when faced with Song Shi's spiritual flames, it can be easily cut open.
But that's all.
Every time a flame curtain is broken and disintegrated, more flame curtains will fill the gap in the next moment, and even turn into more raging flames, engulfing the enemy.
In the raging sea of fire, Song Shi slashed out with his sword, and was pushed back by the sword light. The man splashed the sharp edge indifferently, building a nine-foot sword circle, and anything that came close would be instantly disturbed. Become dust.
“How can a mere ‘front line’ cut off my ‘general trend’?”
Song Shi is smiling. He laughed heartily.
“——So, you are going to lose!”
Facing the Zongheng Shenfeng and the nine-foot sword circle, Song Shi did not give in at all, he bucked the trend——No , at this moment, the other party is the real "contrarian"!
The shredding of the sword light, the expansion of the prairie fire, and the churning of the blue dragon
These things that should have been enough to affect the situation of the battle, all lost their color in this moment.
——True power never lies in being intact.
As long as the will that governs it does not collapse, even if it is riddled with holes and is on the verge of collapse, this general trend can still be called "Xuanhe Divine Power"!
Finally, the flame curtain and the sword circle came into contact with the dead weight of the sword.
It is not a simple "cutting". What Jianwei is facing at this moment is a natural disaster that covers the sky and the sun - it is not aimed at the destruction of a certain individual, but to burn the sky and boil the sea, sweeping everything The general trend of wilderness.
Nine feet, disintegrated.
Eight feet, burned out.
Seven feet, shattered.
The space belonging to the road briefly lit up. Pure white and red gold, two completely different colors, blended together and quickly turned into a purer color.
The brilliant red gold drowned everything.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe only a moment.
When Foehn Wind finally took a breath and began to sweep in again, Song Shi stood in front of the man in the middle of the sea of flames that was gradually fading away.
The man's expression was still indifferent. He lowered his head and glanced at the slash marks on his chest and abdomen.
After a long time, the man nodded slightly and let go of his hand. The divine edge, which had been unable to hold on for a long time, couldn't wait to jump out. The line collapsed and turned into little bits of flowing fire.
The distant Canglong roared unwillingly, but could not disobey its master's will and also dissipated.
Song Shi looked at the other party quietly.
The man put the long sword that had lost the blessing of the divine edge back into its scabbard, straightened his clothes, pulled off a green jade pendant from his waist, and handed it over. When the other party took it, he took a step back and nodded.
Without any words, the next moment, the man looked up indifferently, and his body turned into a stream of light, rising into the sky.
Song Shi also raised his head. In the endless night sky, a star in the east flickered slightly.
When I saw the star, the jade pendant in my hand felt warm and hot.
The next moment, whether it was the night sky, the sea of stars, or the jade pendant, everything began to tremble and then collapsed.
An obvious feeling of weightlessness came, dragging the human consciousness. The great gravity of reality brings back its children in a gentle and unquestionable manner.
Song Shi slowly opened his eyes.
He was still sitting on the chair, and Chakoro's smile across from him was still there. Everything that happened not long ago was like a dream, giving people an obvious sense of dissonance.
"What's the result?" Chacoro asked.
Song Shi raised his head and stared at the ceiling. After a while, he looked at the man.
"It's in my hands, under my control."
(End of this chapter)