Chapter 1008: Hard Fight
The King of Fear is like the Yaksha in Buddhism, with a dark complexion and eight arms spread out in a fan shape, holding knives, guns, swords, sticks, halberds, and rings. His two hands, which serve as his main body, are clenched into fists.
The two heads on the left and right have eyes like copper bells, wide mouths and high noses, and are extremely ferocious.
With the blessing of the formation, his strength was increased to a certain extent, which made the King of Fear, who already possessed the combat power of a demigod, become extremely terrifying. Just the aura he exuded made the determined Fu Qingyang and the King of Demon Eyes feel slightly suffocated.
In this situation, it is almost impossible to kill the King of Fear without paying a price.
Therefore, the King of Evil Eyes hoped that Fu Qingyang would take the lead. After all, Young Master Qian was not the Lord of the Sun and was not the object of his loyalty. At most, he could praise him as a hero and then create a new account and upgrade again after eighteen years.
Fu Qingyang had the same mentality.
He even formulated two simple tactics in his mind. The first was a protracted war: the ancient god of war had high defense and a lot of blood, but his physical strength was not infinite. If the King of Evil Eyes could confront the King of Fear head-on, he could completely rely on the power of the "slash" rule to continuously attack the enemy.
In the desert with no living creatures, the bloodthirsty violence of the ancient war god cannot be unleashed, and the King of Fear will surely die.
Of course, the weaker Demon Eye King will die first.
The Demon Eye King, who was obsessed with cleansing the world, was able to contribute to the lawful camp and his death was worthy.
The second tactic is a quick battle and a quick decision. Both sides will throw their trump cards at each other in a short period of time and use up their strongest output capabilities all at once to see who will have the last laugh.
This tactic relies on luck, unless you know yourself and your enemy. However, Fu Qingyang doesn't know how many cards the King of Fear has.
In silence, both of them looked at each other with eyes that said "you can die bravely". After a few seconds, Fu Qingyang said coldly:
"Then let's go together!"
"Just what I want!"
After saying that, the Demon Eye King grabbed a ten-foot-tall black statue from his inventory.
The statue is standing on a black dragon and holding a white leg bone in his hand. He is wearing an imperial robe and his face is blurred. However, he has an indescribable profound temperament, as deep as the sea and immeasurable.
There is an animal-skin drum standing in front of the statue.
The leg bone in the statue's hand fell down and hit the drum.
“Boom!”
As the thrilling drumbeats spread, dark clouds rolled in the sky, covering an area of a hundred miles, forming a barrier with wind, rain, lightning and thunder.
Rule props - statue of the Rain Master beating the drum.
This prop is a re-made version of the "Rain Master Statue" and "Kui Niu Drum" of the Grand Elder of the Water God Palace among the Nine Elders.
The biggest function of this rule-based item is to create a home field suitable for the Rain Master to fight and suppress opponents of the same level. The Demon Eye King is not a Rain Master and cannot take advantage of endless torrential rain.
However, the sound of drums, wind and rain have the effect of shocking the mind, breeding plague, and repelling the spiritual power of other professions, which can greatly weaken the King of Fear.
“Crash!”
Torrential rain poured down, and the big raindrops poured down on the mighty body of the King of Fear, splashing up mist and extinguishing his powerful aura.
At the same time, the King of Fear's chest rose and fell violently, and hot breath came out of his nostrils.
He is sick!
The King of Fear raised his eyebrows and said with a heavy nasal voice:
"It looks a bit like the 'Rain Master Statue' of the old man in the Water God Temple. How did you get this prop?"
As he spoke, he opened his mouth and spit out a thick fog. The thick white fog rushed like a tide, covering him first, blocking the "sight" of the Demon Eye King, covering Fu Qingyang's lock, and spreading in all directions.
Thick fog rose up in a very short time, covering the sky and the earth, with a tendency to cover the entire copy.
For the King of Fear, releasing thick fog to cover a city is an easy task.
Thick fog is one of the most terrifying skills of the Bewitching Demon. It can flash, atomize, and obscure perception. In the thick fog, the Lord of Fog and the Ancient God of War can easily kill enemies of the same level.
However, it is very easy to control the thick fog, as long as there is wind, strong enough wind.
The Demon Eye King manipulated the "Rain Master Beating the Drum Statue" without hesitation, stirring up a strong wind and making the rain all over the world float.
The strong wind blew the thick fog into the air and carried it up into the sky.
As soon as the thick fog was blown away, the Demon Eye saw the figure of the King of Fear with scarlet eyes reflected in his field of vision. The other party used the fog to flash in front of him.
The King of Evil Eyes didn't even think about it, and his vertical eyes moved "gurgle", reflecting the figure of the King of Fear, and suddenly shot out a golden beam of light.
At such a close distance, he was confident that he could control the King of Fear.
However, the Eye of Bewitching, which had always worked, failed this time.
The King of Fear seemed to have predicted his attack. He suddenly ducked to avoid the beam of light. Then he puffed up his cheeks and spit out a breath of sword energy, blinding the vertical eye of the King of Evil Eyes.
The Demon Eye King felt a pain on his forehead, and warm tears flowed down his face.
Seizing this opportunity, the King of Fear suddenly closed his eight arms, like a peacock spreading its tail, and attacked the Demon Eye from different directions and angles with swords, spears, and halberds.
The Demon Eye King spread out his eight arms and blocked with weapons in hand.
The "ding-dang-dang" sound ended within a second, and the weapon transformed by the Demon Eye King exploded into light fragments.
The next second, the long knife pierced his chest, the long sword stabbed into his ribs, the long stick smashed his shoulders, the long halberd chopped off the four arms on his left body, and the long spear pierced into his lower abdomen and lifted him up in the air.
After all, the King of Fear is a demigod-level warrior, and in a head-on confrontation, the Demon Eye couldn't even hold him for a single round.
The Demon Eye King roared in pain, and a pair of evil golden-red vertical eyes suddenly appeared on his body.
At the same time, Fu Qingyang in the distance took a step forward and quickly slashed out with two swords.
The sword light disappeared into the void.
Poof! The Achilles tendons of the King of Fear suddenly ruptured, leaving neat cuts.
The slash that has been promoted to a rule cannot be avoided even if it is predicted in advance, it will definitely hit!
The mighty and tall body of the King of Fear inevitably fell to the ground. He seemed to have foreseen the enemy's attack again. At the moment of falling, he took the initiative to disperse the weapons he was holding. His eight arms supported the ground, and he moved flexibly like the legs of an arthropod, avoiding the golden-red beam of light like the magic ball.
The figure of the King of Fear was reflected in Fu Qingyang's dark eyes. He seemed to have locked onto something and slashed out with a sword.
There was a loud bang from one of the hands of the Lord of Fear, and a bronze disc engraved with a star map exploded into pieces. This hand was supposed to hold the Vajra Ring.
The King of Fear's eyes narrowed.
This star plate was given to him by the Lord of Stars. It is a replica of the tortoise shell. Compared with the original, the replica can only provide feedback on crises within the next five seconds.
And it does not have the power of rules and will be disturbed by Taiyin's secrets, but it is more than enough to deal with the Demon Eye and Fu Qingyang who do not have secret abilities.
Unexpectedly, it was discovered by Fu Qingyang so quickly and destroyed using the "slashing" sword technique.
Without the warning of the star disk, the King of Fear could no longer avoid the bewitching eyes that were shooting from all directions. He stood stiffly in place with a dull look in his eyes.
Fu Qingyang grabbed the air with his left hand, and a four-foot sword burning with pale flames flew out of the inventory and was caught in his left hand.
The pale flames seemed to have some kind of inertia, the fireworks jumped slower than normal flames, and seemed to be adjusted to 0.5 times the playback speed.
This is a ninth-level rule-based item—the Yin-Yang Magic Blade!
The mask that burned with flames was re-forged. The Yin-Yang Demon Blade has two forms, one is the Fire Stealing Sword, and the other is the Flame Sword.
The function of the Fire Stealing Sword is to steal the flames, temperature, and symbolic heat of its target.
The functions of the Flame Sword are "burning" and "explosion". Anyone hit by it will have their body surface burnt with flames regardless of whether their defense is broken or not. The flames cannot be extinguished, and continuous slashing will accumulate fire spirits and cause explosions.
Fu Qingyang held the long sword burning with white flames in front of him. The white flames surged out, running along the ground, turning into a straight stream, spreading to the feet of the King of Fear.
"Crack, crack..." Amid the slight sound of ice crystals condensing, a layer of solid white frost appeared on the body of the King of Fear, and his scarlet pupils were covered with a thin ice shell.
He was like a drunk lying in the snow, hard from the inside out.
Fu Qingyang shouted: "Quick battle, quick decision!"
He didn't plan to fight a protracted war because his side simply didn't have the conditions to do so. In a head-on confrontation, the Demon Eye wouldn't be able to last even one round.
The power gap between the two sides is too big.
After all, it is a demigod-level combat force, and they, the ninth-level masters who control the rules, cannot contend with it.
The Demon Eye leaped dozens of meters high, and its eight arms transformed into swords, spears, halberds, sticks and rings, and fiercely chiseled at the King of Fear who had turned into an ice sculpture.
Fu Qingyang grabbed out the bronze soldier puppets and snapped his ten fingers. One after another, bronze soldier puppets holding long swords jumped out of the box, and the clanging of armors sounded in unison.
Fu Qingyang's eyes became fierce, his face flushed bright red, the sword energy above his head shot straight into the sky, and the sword energy around his body suddenly surged.
The Swordsman's Desperate Struggle, like the Night God's Howling Moon, are skills that can temporarily stimulate potential in exchange for a surge in power.
The swords in the hands of more than a hundred bronze puppets burst out with sword energy, and they launched hundreds of slashing attacks containing the power of rules towards the King of Fear.
At this moment, the bronze soldiers suddenly turned their heads and looked at the Demon Eye King in the sky.
Fu Qingyang found that he could no longer control these puppet soldiers.
Hundreds of swords slashed out.
But the target is not the King of Fear, but the Demon Eye.
More than a hundred sword lights disappeared into the dark void, and the next second, the body of the Demon Eye disintegrated in mid-air.
“Patta, patta…”
The body parts of the Demon Eye King fell from the sky.
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Ground-to-air formation.
Xiahou Aotian, who was holding the quilt, was about to cover Zhai Cai with it when he suddenly saw a figure coming out of the body of the single knight. It was the Southern School Phantom God wearing a black robe and with his face not visible.
The Southern Phantom God raised his head slightly and opened his mouth.
Invisible, terrifying sound waves spread out, sweeping across the surrounding creatures like ripples.
Shadow Roar!
Demigod-level Shadow Roar!
Even though he had been weakened by Rising Sun, it was still not something that an eighth-level Lord like him could withstand.
Without thinking too much, Xiahou Aotian spread out the quilt and wrapped himself in it.
At the same time, he heard the shrill scream of the Palace Master of Stop Killing in the distance.
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PS: Typos will be updated first and corrected later.
(End of this chapter)