Chapter 422: A Turning Point in the Desperate Situation
The pain made Cheng Qi a little difficult to concentrate, and Bai Tou Hou obviously had no intention of letting him go.
The long whip whistled towards Cheng Yu with fierce force. Cheng Yu bent down to avoid it, but before he could stand up, a pair of huge claws fell from the sky and pressed down on him mercilessly.
Cheng Yu had no other options but to try his best to turn over and barely dodge it. The wound on his back was torn, and the pain made him sweat coldly.
Just as he was gasping for breath, a strong wind blew over him, and before Chengqi could react, the shadow's long tail swung towards him mercilessly.
Cheng Yu was slammed against the stone wall. The huge impact caused the stone wall to crack, and pieces of gravel kept falling, making a rustling sound, as if it would collapse at the next moment.
The white-headed hound did not stop. The shadowy tail behind him was raised high again, and while Cheng Qi had not fallen yet, he smashed it heavily on his body, again and again, without any intention of stopping.
Blood gushed out of his mouth, but Cheng Yu remained conscious. He forced himself to resist until he saw the opportunity when the tail was raised again. He supported himself with the Thunder Stick and jumped with all his might. He hung upside down and stepped on the stone wall.
When the shadow's tail came again, Cheng Yu pinched the thunder seal, used the force to turn over, and pointed at the tail.
However, this finger hit nothing, and although the tail was hit solidly, it was still just a shadow.
This is strange. If it hurts so much when someone hits you, why can't you hit back?
Cheng Yu felt confused, but the severe pain in his body prevented him from thinking too much. He held on for a breath, changed his finger gestures, and performed the Cloud Step.
Suddenly, Cheng Qi's feet felt like a breeze, and he jumped lightly and moved away.
Seeing Cheng Qi trying to cast a spell on the phantom, Bai Tou Hou sneered, "How foolish! Trying to cast a spell on 'Fear' is ridiculous."
The practice of the demonic path is all based on the idea of fear. Some people who have advanced in their practice can materialize their fear, either as their own demonic body, or as weapons.
So Cheng Qi treated her as a mount, which really underestimated her.
Cheng Yu didn't know what the other party meant by "耵", but after a quick guess in his mind, he understood most of it.
It was probably spiritual energy, and the shadow behind her could also be understood as a kind of magic.
If that’s the case, then it’s easy.
As long as it is a technique, there is a way to break it, either by using other techniques to counter it, or by disrupting the opponent's mind.
The only option now is to see who has the more powerful magic. The demons are deficient in the five elements, and I think this is the only advantage they have as mortals.
After all, those who practice the art take the Tao as their rule and the heart as their law; those who have no heart have no Tao, and those who have no Tao have no art.
Cheng Yu understood in an instant, and immediately put away the Thunder Stick. He formed seals with his hands, dodging the attacks of the White-headed Hound while silently reciting the spell.
The white-headed fox was only focused on chasing and did not pay attention to Cheng Yu's direction. Cheng Yu did not dodge randomly, but walked around his opponent according to a certain pattern.
With the help of the Cloud-Stepping Step, dodging was much easier, but Cheng Yu was already injured, and he had to cast the spell while being careful of his opponent, so his movements were a little sluggish.
Fortunately, Cheng Xi stopped not long after, looking extremely tired.
Seeing Chengqi like this, Baitouhu was delighted.
It used to run around like a mouse, but now it's finally behaved!
The white-headed fox used its whip and tail to attack Cheng Qi from both sides, but Cheng Qi seemed not to notice and just squatted with his knees propped up, breathing heavily.
Seeing that it was about to hit Cheng Qi, the corners of Bai Tou Hou's mouth were already grinning from ear to ear. However, at this moment, Cheng Qi suddenly raised his head while pinching his fingers and shouted:
"Formation!"
A flash of lightning appeared before Bai Tou Hou's eyes. She dodged it alertly and her move failed.
However, after taking two steps back, he found that there were lightning and thunder everywhere, and the crackling sound was endless.
Looking down again, he found that he had been trapped in a formation without knowing when.
Cheng Yu grinned, propped himself up, turned his head and spat out the blood in his mouth, but the fingers on his hands did not move at all.
This was the magic circle he had set up step by step when he was dodging just now.
"Eight Extremes Thunder Drum!"
As the name suggests, it is arranged according to the Eight Trigrams. The practitioner steps on the Zhen position and uses the power of the Five Elements to practice the formation of the Eight Directions Thunder Method.
This is the thunder formation that Master Zhao Ming taught Cheng Yu, and it is his most proud formation.
Seeing the situation, Bai Tou Hou thought that things were not going well, but it was too late. Just as she was about to escape, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck her in the face.
Cheng Yu just uttered a light "Boom!", and a whirlwind suddenly blew up in the Xun position. The lightning flashed in it and roared towards the face of the white-headed monster.
The white-headed hyena quickly bent down to avoid the attack, but the shadow behind him was unable to dodge and was hit by the thunder magic, hitting the raised head of the rat.
Cheng Qi was secretly delighted: It really works.
Although the spell cannot hit the phantom, it can disrupt the spiritual energy of the formation, making the so-called "fear" difficult to maintain.
The shadow was like a rock falling from still water, swaying and becoming somewhat unreal.
"You actually hit me in the face!" The white-headed monster covered his left cheek with an expression of disbelief, and then burst into a scream.
The sharp sound echoed through the underworld and spread in all directions.
In order to protect Sang Mu, Xinyi could only stay where he was, but he was not good at facing the enemy head-on. After a few moves, he began to show signs of weakness.
Fortunately, just as Xinyi blocked Fei Lian's attack, the scream of the white-headed monster was heard. Taking advantage of Fei Lian's distraction, Xinyi swung the knife hard to throw him away, and then she had a chance to catch her breath.
Although Fei Lian was repelled, he was not angry. He just frowned and looked towards the place where the sound came from.
This is not Fei Lian's style, but he seemed to be concerned about something, and even Sang Mu standing up did not interrupt his thoughts.
Sang Mu rested for a while and felt a little better, but his ribs were still very painful. He thought that several bones were broken. However, facing a powerful enemy, he could not care about these things.
It was not a solution to drag it on like this. Sang Mu knew Xinyi's ability, so he decided to deal with Fei Lian alone and create an opportunity for Xinyi.
Sang Mu secretly tugged at the hem of Xinyi's robe and gave her a look. Xinyi understood, but was a little worried. She hesitated for a moment before nodding.
This is the best solution right now.
When Fei Lian came back to his senses, Xinyi had disappeared, leaving only Sang Mu, who was standing with a bow stance and holding a sword, as if waiting for the blade to strike.
This time, Sang Mu did not retain his consciousness, but gave himself wholeheartedly to the sword spirit.
Although he knew it was dangerous to do so, given his current injuries, he might as well give himself a chance.
"Oh! You really don't know how to live or die!"
After hearing the howl of the white-headed hound, Fei Lian was already a little impatient. When he turned around and saw Sang Mu provoking him, he was immediately furious. He didn't care where Xinyi went, and slashed at Sang Mu as if to vent his anger.
Fei Lian disappeared in a flash, and then the sound of "clang clang" continued to be heard.
Sparks suddenly flew all over Sang Mu's body. The sword spirit actually kept up with Fei Lian's speed. Although it did not take on all of Fei Lian's moves, it blocked seven or eight of them.
But even so, blood continued to seep out of Sang Mu's body, and wounds appeared one after another, as if they appeared out of thin air, but he remained indifferent and responded to Fei Lian's attack with an expressionless face.
At this time, Xinyi, who was hiding in the dark, discovered something unusual.
This time Sang Mu was farther away, and by the time he calmed down, Sang Mu and Fei Lian had already started fighting.
Xinyi could tell at a glance that Sang Mu was in the listening blade state, but from his perspective, although Sang Mu's movements seemed normal, they were much slower than when he was in Ding'anju.
Even though Sang Mu was injured, the Ting Blade was a sword spirit that was using its master's body to attack according to its own will. Therefore, unless its master's bones and veins were completely broken, there would be no stagnation.
Looking at Fei Lian's speed again, although his attack was still amazing, it seemed that he was not as fast as before.
hiss……
Strange, really strange...
What is going on?
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