Chapter 31: Bloody Battle, Their Strength and Will Are Under My Control (Part 1)
Yi Chen raised his head and looked at the gray ribbon-like mist floating down from the iron curtain. He lightly tapped his fingertips, and a touch of light purple pure yang internal energy flowed along his fingertips to meet the strange mist.
"Shh! " A sound that made one's teeth ache came.
The mist evaporated instantly.
Seeing this, Yi Chen's expression suddenly changed.
He felt that his pure yang internal energy was being offset.
Although it's just a tiny bit.
But what if this ribbon-like mist keeps falling? If this increases and decreases, they might really die here.
What's more, his positive pole transformation state can only last for ten minutes, and will be followed by a twelve-hour period of weakness.
The white-haired old man looked at the four people trapped by the iron curtain with a look mixed with pleasure and hatred.
It laughed strangely and said, "Wu Gui, Qian Di Ni, be gentle with that nun and spare her life. I will torture it myself."
"As for the other three, kill them all and we can divide their essence equally."
Yi Chen was speechless when he heard this. He glanced at Master Shuiyue and sighed in his heart that this devil has not forgotten his original intention. Then he did not hesitate any more and rushed towards the white-haired old man with the Dragon Slaying Sword in hand.
Seeing Yi Chen taking action, Master Lianhua and the other two, who were all experienced, looked at each other and knew that the longer the night, the more trouble there would be. The longer the time dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for them, so they all rushed towards the white-haired old man together.
At this moment, something strange happened.
Black mist rose from the ground, cutting Master Lianhua, Master Shuiyue, and Taoist Qingxu apart.
The black fog rolled up, and the three figures disappeared instantly.
At the same time, the mud that had previously fought against Taoist Qingxu's sonic magic rolled back and covered the white-haired old man.
Part of the yellow mud was wrapped around the white-haired old man's joints, wrists and knees.
Part of the yellow mud formed a clay-style half-body armor, covering the upper body of the white-haired old man, and a relief of a huge mouth appeared on his chest.
Upon hearing this, the relief of the mouthparts began to open and close strangely.
"Shigui, you bastard, if I wasn't afraid that you would mess up my master's important task, I wouldn't bother to care about your life or death."
"The fog ghost can only temporarily trap those three people, why don't you quickly take action to deal with this bull nose?"
After merging with the ground-pulling mud, the white-haired old man's Yin energy surged, and his momentum instantly returned to its peak, and was even slowly climbing upwards.
Maybe out of fear of the master mentioned by Qiandini or because he felt guilty, the white-haired old man did not answer. Instead, he raised his spine sword and met Yi Chen's dragon-slaying sword.
Boom! A muffled sound.
This time, Yi Chen and the white-haired old man each took three steps back.
Seeing this, the white-haired old man laughed strangely and said, "Ox nose, wait for death."
"Aren't you very brave?"
"Aren't you very strong?"
"Come on, beat me to death!"
"Why did you suddenly become such a wimp?"
"I want to see how long this secret technique of yours can last. When the time comes, I will skin you alive inch by inch."
While spouting trash talk, the white-haired old man took the initiative to meet Yi Chen with a spine sword in hand.
It knew that the balance of victory was slowly tilting in its direction.
Yi Chen frowned, naturally he knew what these ghosts were planning.
Even though Yi Chen seems to be at a disadvantage in the fight with the white-haired old man, the white-haired old man gets a boost because of the gray ribbon-like mist falling from the sky from time to time. As a result, he gradually becomes unable to keep up.
Furthermore, the duration of the anode change is almost halfway through.
"We can't go on like this. We have to fight hard."
"Otherwise, if we keep fighting like this, the white-haired old ghost will only get stronger."
"We must get rid of this white-haired old ghost in the shortest possible time, otherwise everyone will die here today."
Yi Chen gritted his teeth, and with a ruthless heart, he added all five source points to the force attribute among the four-dimensional attributes without reservation.
He didn't even spare any time for his physical strength. This was not the time for a protracted battle, but a burst of energy and strength was needed.
With his unparalleled strength, combined with the power of the Dragon-Slaying Sword, a pure yang magic sword that has been practiced by successive masters of the Hidden Dragon Temple for many years, the effect of one plus one being greater than two will be achieved.
Maybe, it’s just a little bit away from chopping the white-haired old ghost to pieces.
At their level, even if their strength is half a point higher, it will have a huge impact in actual combat.
moment.
A current of heat surges and continuously travels throughout the body.
Every cell in Yi Chen's body began to cheer, sucking in the hot current in big gulps as if a long-drought sweet dew had finally come.
His height increased by two centimeters again, and now he was standing on the threshold of two meters. The muscles in his fascia, arms, thighs, waist, abdomen, and neck began a new round of strengthening.
The heat flow penetrated into his bones. Under the influence of the heat flow, his bones began to emit a faint light, flickering, as if they could breathe.
At this time, Yi Chen's four-dimensional force attribute has reached 33.
Bang, bang, bang.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
The Dragon Slaying Sword and the Spine Sword clashed many times.
At this time, the white-haired old man began to feel something was wrong.
He was horrified to find that the tall Taoist in front of him had increased his momentum once again, and his already inhuman power was even getting stronger.
The first time, he took a step back.
The second time, he took two steps back.
The third time, he took five steps back.
He was a little panicked.
"Niubizi, how about we stop here today?"
Yi Chen remained silent and just kept hacking.
"Niubizi, I admit defeat today. Don't go too far. If you push me too hard, I also have a secret method. Then we'll all be finished together."
Yi Chen remained silent and continued to chop fiercely.
The white-haired old man also looked as if he had seen a ghost.
This Taoist has great strength like a ferocious beast.
This pure yang internal energy is like a cancer attached to the bone.
This pure yang sword with unparalleled sharpness can effectively restrain the yin energy around him.
The combination of these three factors made him start to back down.
He looked at the towering figure in front of him and couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.
Although his head was in his hands, it still felt numb.
Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore.
"Niubizi, you f*cking say something."
"Practicing is not easy. Why should we risk our lives? It will only hurt both of us and no one will benefit."
This time, Yi Chen stopped.
The white-haired old man was delighted, thinking that the ox nose had finally gotten the point. It was not easy at all.
But soon the smile on its face froze, and Yi Chen's cold voice reached his ears.
"I just want to kill you, or be killed by you!"
"Come on, continue. Let's fight to see who's better, and who lives and dies."
At this time, the heat flow in the body had long disappeared, but the expression on Yi Chen's face became more and more fanatical, an expression that showed he enjoyed the battle immensely.
In the process of fighting with the white-haired old ghost again and again, Yi Chen naturally suffered some minor injuries, but his spirit became brighter and brighter. Each collision was like a sledgehammer constantly hammering and tempering his three treasures of energy, spirit and spirit.
He even felt that his sixth-level Xiao Chun Yang Gong had advanced a small step forward, and the lavender pure Yang internal energy had become a little thicker.
(End of this chapter)