Chapter 349: Crushing Game
The black-robed monk reacted extremely quickly. Although he did not understand the sudden change in the environment around him and the appearance of the blonde knight in front of him, he quickly adjusted his state and then instantly activated the secret method, trying to activate the magic weapon he carried with him to defend against the enemy.
However, the next second, he was surprised to find that he did not feel any response from the magic weapon at all.
All the magic weapons on his body disappeared, even the flying sword that he was holding in his hand a moment ago had turned into a bare stick.
The black-robed monk stared blankly at the stick in his hand. In a trance, he seemed to remember that this was the wooden sword that his master had thrown to him for practice when he first embarked on the path of immortality.
But the female knight in front of him obviously did not give him the chance to continue recalling.
The sound of footsteps came from not far away. The knight girl with golden hair and a shawl had raised the holy sword in her hand, and then silently charged towards the black-robed monk.
A blazing flame rose from the holy sword, emitting a power that seemed to be able to burn away the soul. The black-robed monk had no time to think about it, and could only try his best to inject spiritual power into the stick in his hand, and then face the enemy that had already appeared before him.
But the next second, he felt a trance and tingling in his mind, and it seemed as if his perspective was torn in two in an instant. At the same time, he saw another scene - he was standing deep in a foreign land covered with yellow sand, and the iron mechanical man covered by the "Immobilization Mirror" in front of him was trembling strangely in the air. She slowly broke free from the confinement of the magic weapon, and then leaped lightly like dancing, and her claws as sharp as blades grabbed straight at him!
The black monk was shocked, but found that his body was extremely sluggish. He only had time to push his legs and narrowly avoided the sharp blades. But the next second, he saw the blonde woman in armor slashing down with a sword in another vision and perception. He blocked with a stick in a trance, but saw that the stick in his hand began to decay and weather rapidly when it touched the holy sword with rising flames, turning into dust in the wind! In the gray wilderness where the Styx was hanging upside down, the black monk's arm was cut off in an instant. He felt the pain of soul tearing in fear and turned around and fled subconsciously! On the foreign battlefield covered with yellow sand, one of his arms suddenly dropped. Although he had not suffered any external injuries, the arm began to emit bursts of black smoke, as if it was burned by an invisible force and quickly shrunk into a piece of charcoal.
He retreated in horror, and at the same time, his companions around him finally noticed that something was wrong here.
Another black-robed monk wearing a crimson mask rushed over from the side, trying to sneak attack Luna who was leaping into the air. However, just when he was halfway there, Luna suddenly turned her head around as if she had eyes behind her.
In an instant, the black-robed monk wearing a crimson mask felt that everything around him lost its color. The smiling pale face occupied his entire field of vision as if it was the only existence in the world. The next second, he felt a chill on his arm.
A fingertip blade slashed across his arm, almost cutting it off at the root.
He uttered a muffled groan and fell to the ground in fear, only to see the yellow sand around him dissipate in the blink of an eye, and an endless dark wilderness rushed towards him. Twelve more hollow brass armors appeared among the weeds. A biting cold wind blew, and the brass knights raised their sharp blades in unison and attacked silently...
The lifeless bodies of the two black-robed monks fell one after another in the yellow sand. Their deaths were so sudden that almost no one on both sides of the enemy could react.
One of them only had his arm cut off, while the other was never actually hit by the "Artificial Saint" until his death.
Some invisible flame burned through their bodies in just a few breaths. Black smoke rose up, and the two extremely powerful practitioners had turned into two curled up balls of charcoal.
One of them seemed to suddenly understand something when he was dying. He raised his head towards the nearest companion, blinked and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but only a few hoarse noises came out of his throat - this body thought it was still alive, but that was just a brief illusion that occurred within a few seconds after his death.
The remaining few black-robed monks who were besieging Hu Li and Yu Sheng were instantly shocked by the strange scene before them and stopped subconsciously. Everyone's attention was fixed on Luna who suddenly appeared. Then, all kinds of protective magic weapons were used, and all the fierce killing moves fell on the iron puppet.
Luna simply bent down slightly, crossed her legs, and raised her hands as if she was dancing to a conclusion. Ten sharp blades flashed a cold light in the air.
When she raised her head, the perception of every black monk was torn into two parts - in the soul world, they all saw the dark wilderness that suddenly descended, and the blonde girl who raised the holy sword to them under the upside-down Styx.
And there were the Brass Knights gathered behind the girl.
Yu Sheng stood on Hu Li's head, looking at the strange battle scene not far away in a daze.
He saw Luna moving lightly and gracefully among the enemies, the blades on her fingertips dancing like butterflies. Her agility and agility were completely unlike her usual slowness and clumsiness.
He saw that the besieging black monks were moving strangely, as if their bodies and minds had been greatly disturbed. From time to time, someone would stand there in a daze, as if their souls had been sucked away somewhere else, and they would not even react at all when attacked by sharp blades.
Some black-robed monks fell down, falling under Luna's fingertips and blades.
Some black-robed monks were not injured by the sharp blade, and were not even touched by Luna at all - but they also fell down. They stood there for a while, and then fell to the ground in the yellow sand with a plop. Their bodies were burned to charcoal by the invisible flames, as if they were killed in another world.
The two Irenes sitting on Yu Sheng's shoulders were also dumbfounded. The little dolls didn't understand for a long time: "...What's going on? C-shaped buckles didn't have this trick before, right?"
Yu Sheng just frowned and said nothing, but at this moment, he seemed to suddenly "see" something.
It was the connection established by blood that conveyed to him the world as seen by Luna.
The world of reality and the world of the soul overlap, the yellow sand is covered with wilderness and wasteland, and in the deadly "dance" of the artificial saint, a blonde girl holding a holy sword is leading the Bronze Knights to hunt down a group of bewildered souls.
"...Fighting on two fronts?" Yu Sheng muttered softly.
Irene didn't understand: "What?"
Yu Sheng raised his hand and waved: "Never mind for now, let's deal with these people first - Luna! Xuan Che! Let's find a way to keep someone alive!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Hu Li under his feet pounced towards the nearest black-robed monk.
There aren't many enemies left alive.
The only two or three remaining black-robed monks realized that the situation was hopeless and there was no place to hide or escape in this vast foreign land, so they could only become ruthless and show the determination to die together.
Not far away, Xuan Che was leaping into the air and slashing at the enemy in front of him with a palm: "Medical Dispute Mediation Palm!"
In front of Yu Sheng, a black-robed monk moved as fast as lightning, and went straight through the surrounding fox fire that protected Hu Li. Several small tripods emerged from the thin air behind him and flew into the air to block Irene's scorching rays. Although these magic weapons were instantly smashed into pieces by those powerful beams of light, he successfully advanced in front of Yu Sheng and then cut him down with a sword.
Yu Sheng did not dodge or evade. He raised the tetanus stick in his hand, which had been soaked in his blood and strengthened countless times by Hu Li with fox fire and black iron, and rushed forward. The immortal sword and the ferocious and hideous mace collided with each other, making a loud noise.
Then, dense black silk threads burst out directly from Yu Sheng's side. Taking advantage of the moment when the black-robed monk's attack was blocked and his body was stiff, Irene wrapped the enemy tightly.
The enemy wrapped in a black cocoon fell straight to the ground. Hu Li took a quick step forward and stepped on him with his front paws.
The next second she screamed "Ah", quickly raised her front paws again, and rubbed them hard on the sand next to her, making a humming sound as she rubbed.
The little puppet immediately laughed out loud, "Silly fox! Are you really stupid? Why are you touching my silk thread?"
The fox was still rubbing its claws with the sand, and had dug a hole half a meter deep. "I'm just afraid he'll run away..."
Irene curled her lips: "You underestimate me too much."
As they were talking, the battle was over.
The last black monk turned into a corpse in front of Luna and fell into the desert.
The surroundings finally became quiet.
Yu Sheng jumped off Hu Li and saw Xuan Che walking towards him with a regretful look on his face.
"I wanted to leave him alive, but in the end he chose to die together. I didn't expect that he was carrying a magic weapon that could burn the soul... When I found him, it was too late to stop him."
Luna also came over. As soon as the battle was over, she returned to her slow and even dull appearance. She lowered her head in front of Yu Sheng and spoke after a long pause: "He's dead. I wanted to hold back, but I was too weak."
Irene immediately looked at Luna with a strange look in her eyes, and then she started to mutter: "How come you are better at fighting than before... Did you hide your moves last time... You were clearly defeated..."
Luna shook her head: "New tricks, they won't work on you, you have no brains."
Irene thought about it and got furious: "...C-TYPE-BUCKLE!!!"
"Alright, alright, you two can fight slowly later," Yu Sheng quickly stopped the little puppet on his shoulder that was about to jump up, then glanced at the black-robed monk on the ground who was still wrapped in Irene's black thread and curled up in pain because of the coldness that penetrated deep into his bones, "It's okay, there is still a living person here - Irene's ability is still useful for capturing living people."
Irene was still furious, but when she heard Yu Sheng's words, her mood immediately turned cloudy and she showed a smug smile on her face: "Of course not, who am I~"
Yu Sheng smiled and raised his hand to touch the little doll's head, letting her show off as much as she wanted. Then his eyes fell on the black-robed monk who was tied up like a dumpling.
Next, we should slowly study where these people came from.
(End of this chapter)
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