A strong wind carrying icy spiritual energy swept across the entire area, blurring the alchemist's vision, which was immediately cleared away by Ji Mofan.
Although it's a bit of a waste of talent, the first move of the Yuncang Sword Technique is really suitable for being a cleaner here.
The name "Wanli Juanchao" (万里卷潮) suggests a very strong wind.
The alchemist finally managed to steady himself in the wind. With his eyes half-closed, he didn't have time to think about anything else and directly controlled a severed hand and leg that had been thrown into the field to launch another attack on Ji Mofan.
How could there be no effect at all? Logically speaking, those toxic fumes should cause poisoning simply by coming into contact with the skin, even without inhalation!
It was as if he was being attacked from two directions by a late-stage Golden Core cultivator. The strange sense of dislocation made Ji Mofan struggle to cope with the first few attacks, and it wasn't until the fourth time that he was able to figure out a few tricks.
The chilling spiritual energy spread along the sword's edge, and the severed hand that reached out to grab him was not only slapped away by his sword, but was also directly stuck to the Snow Embracing Sword by the frost and unable to move.
When the severed leg kicked up again, Ji Mofan casually twirled his sword, and immediately used the frozen severed hand as an attack to throw it away.
The hand separated from his sword, and the next moment its five fingers suddenly broke free from the surrounding ice shards. Unfortunately, suspended in mid-air, it couldn't change its trajectory and still collided head-on with the kicking leg.
Then they were frozen together.
That wasn't ordinary ice; it was ice formed from Ji Mofan's spiritual energy. As long as his spiritual energy didn't dissipate, the ice wouldn't melt.
With one hand and one foot forcibly tied together, their subconscious movements were to the left and the other to the right, almost tearing themselves apart.
"All you know are these petty tricks and opportunistic schemes!" The alchemist actually had the nerve to rebuke Ji Mofan. He jumped up and down and released a burst of demonic energy, which melted the ice block connecting the limbs.
"Finally stopped hiding?" Ji Mofan narrowed his eyes, his tone unconsciously tinged with mockery.
He had roughly figured out the pattern of the movements of the two little gadgets in the alchemist's hands.
Although he possessed the strength of a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, his power was confined within these two severed limbs. If any external restraints were placed on him, he could only break free through brute force.
But perhaps because of this limitation, his mere Golden Core strength gave his two severed limbs an exceptionally high level of defense. Even though his initial sword strike at the severed hand was unprepared and lacked power, he shouldn't have been able to cut through flesh in close-quarters, bare-handed combat.
As for synesthesia, it's 100% fake.
His icy spiritual power was so tightly wrapped that even his severed hands and feet were almost frozen and cracked, yet the alchemist showed no reaction whatsoever.
Although he didn't understand what these two little things were, Ji Mofan wasn't going to waste his spiritual energy on them.
Two more streams of spiritual energy were unleashed, and the wind, carrying water elements in the air, froze the two figures firmly to the ground.
Before the alchemist could release his demonic energy to thaw the ice, Ji Mofan spun his blade and stabbed at the alchemist's brow.
"Clang!"
Weapons clashed once more, and Ji Mo Fan's pupils contracted slightly. The object confronting him was none other than the severed hand that should have been frozen solid to the ground.
Without time to think further, he immediately stopped his stance and flipped over. His broken leg shattered the afterimage he left behind, and Ji Mofan landed on the other side of the arena.
I was careless. How could I not have realized that the fact that his demonic energy couldn't be released through these two mediums was also an act?
However, there is probably a delay in its use. He had even managed to cut the alchemist's hair before being stopped by the belatedly arriving severed hand.
No one knows how that thing was made; its black fingernails were incredibly strong. If he had been a little slower in retracting his hand, he could have easily chipped a hole in the Snow Embracing Sword.
The sword in his hand flickered with spiritual energy, and Ji Mofan understood that it was a reassuring sign that everything was alright.
"Of course you can't be hurt, otherwise you wouldn't be worthy of being my sword." With an ambiguous murmur, Ji Mofan chuckled and attacked again with his sword.
"I won't repair you if you're broken. There are so many swords in the burial mound waiting for me to choose from."
"What did you say?" The alchemist didn't understand what Ji Mofan was mumbling, and just kept taking out different shaped porcelain bottles from his Qiankun bag and smashing them at Ji Mofan.
Having learned his lesson once, Ji Mofan was not about to fall for it again. He used a portion of his spiritual power to freeze all the bottles that were thrown at him. They were so solid that even if a 200-pound fat man stepped on them, they wouldn't be able to break them, let alone just lightly hit the ground.
The alchemist seemed to have run out of ideas. He suddenly let out a sinister laugh, reached into his Qiankun bag, and pulled out a human figure.
It's humanoid, but it's incomplete; this puppet is missing an arm and a leg.
Ji Mo Fan now understood why those severed hands and feet possessed such strange strength.
Those were all taken off the puppet in front of us.
This is the same alchemist who claimed at the Demon Lord's birthday party that he had found the so-called Master Lu Tong's personally crafted artifact.
However, when Ji Mofan saw the puppet last time, its defensive capabilities were ridiculously poor. This time, it was completely different. Just a part of the puppet's limbs was enough to put him in a very difficult situation.
Lu Tong's products are indeed not to be underestimated.
I should have kept Shuanghuang by my side; otherwise, I would be completely blind now.
The alchemist over there had already taken out another bottle of a viscous, semi-transparent liquid that looked like honey. He poured it on the puppet's severed limbs, and the two hands and feet that had fallen to the ground immediately swarmed over like bees that had smelled the liquid, moving so fast that their afterimages were almost invisible.
The puppet slowly began to move.
Ji Mofan narrowed his eyes, feeling a surge of indescribable emotions, and chuckled.
Although I immediately realized that this was not a good thing and that I might be misunderstood as provoking my opponent during the battle, it was too late to take it back.
"You can still laugh? Just wait to be crushed by my puppet!" Enraged by his laughter, the alchemist slapped the puppet's back with one hand, filling the puppet's empty shell with demonic energy.
The weapon-forged artifact, which had been dazed just a second ago, immediately assumed a fighting stance and charged towards Ji Mofan with overwhelming force, unarmed.
Ji Mofan calmly countered each move, and despite being under greater pressure, he appeared even more at ease than before.
The laughter that was almost suppressed was about to burst out again.
He doesn't usually laugh unless it's something really funny.
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