Sword Mountain Competition 20 Dream Sword Spirit
The other party has already realized how terrifying she is. His mental strength is not disturbed by her, but he does not want to give in and continues to try to prevent his realm from being occupied.
Cong Mo said calmly, "Spiritual power is stored in our sea of consciousness. Excessive use will cause varying degrees of trauma. It's just a game, why should we become disabled?"
"What do you mean?" The other party was sweating profusely, his body softened, and he knelt on the ground with one leg.
Cong Mo only asked, "Do you remember me now?"
The other party swallowed and whispered, "Remember."
"What's my name?"
"Cong...Mo."
"Do we win or do you win?"
"Don't go too far!" the other teammate shouted at her.
Cong Mo raised his eyebrows, became interested, and looked in the opposite direction, "You..."
But before she could say anything, Leng Can's voice was heard from afar, "I think you are envious and jealous! You want your captain to die soon!"
"People are on the battlefield. Are you guys too full to talk so much nonsense?" Yin Yi's voice followed.
The two sides actually started to quarrel over them, and it was finally stopped by the old man Jian Yi.
Cong Mo found it funny and felt relieved. He relaxed his mental strength and let her go. "Forget it. I won't embarrass you with such questions."
"Bullshit!" The other party stood up against the wall, unconvinced, and the spiritual power between his eyebrows overflowed, "I will definitely win this round."
She was enraged and infused spiritual power into the shadow sword spirit.
The spiritual power surged in the darkness, and Fireworks immediately retreated to the sunlight. The black attack arrow that flew out could still be safe in the sunlight, and flew past Fireworks' cheek.
The shadow sword spirit absorbed all the darkness into its body and emerged from it, its eyes were red, its body was tall and strong, more than twice the size of the fireworks, and it was shrouded in darkness.
He stepped out from his safe place, stood in front of Fireworks, and shouted, "Die!"
After saying that, his body burned with black flames and he fired fireballs and rockets at Fireworks. Fireworks quickly dodged and fired fireballs and rockets like him, which collided with each other and caused a small explosion.
"Is he copying fireworks?" Leng Can asked.
"Yes." Ji Shufeng nodded, "But the sword in Yanhuo's hand belongs to Amo. He can only copy the sword spirit, not other items."
The shadow kept firing fireballs and rockets, but Fireworks didn't want to waste time with him. Its wings carried it flying, and Fireworks slashed down in the air with sword energy. Its wings fanned out flames that attached to the sword energy and rushed towards the shadow sword spirit.
The shadow was huge and its speed was relatively slow. He had no time to dodge and put his arms in front of his chest to form a shield. However, the sword energy was so powerful that even with the shield blocking it, he was not knocked back.
The Shadow Sword Spirit was defeated because of this. He was only concerned with using his huge size to overwhelm the enemy, but forgot the inconvenience. Even if he could conjure wings like the fireworks, it would be difficult to make it fly.
Fireworks continued to attack at an increasingly faster speed. Although the Shadow Sword Spirit did not suffer any major damage, it had no time to counterattack.
If spiritual power is constantly consumed, it will eventually be exhausted and defeated.
"Shadow, shrink." The other party knew this and ordered the shadow sword spirit.
The shadow sword spirit shrank instantly and retreated into the darkness. The sword energy of the fireworks failed to cut him, and hit the ground, raising a cloud of ash.
He flapped his wings and landed on the ground. It seemed as if he was the only one left in the vast realm, and the shadow sword spirit disappeared without a trace.
Yan Huo stood at the edge of the darkness and light, calling softly, "Master."
Cong Mo knew what he was thinking and immediately transferred his spiritual power to give him wings.
Fireworks closed his eyes, and his wings, which were originally relaxed, tensed up. The muscles pulled the feathers, causing them to vibrate rapidly, and then slowly opened up, blocking the light behind him and forming a huge protective layer.
There was a chorus of doubt on the field, "No, what is she doing? Giving the other team an opportunity to concede defeat?"
"If you can't fight, then go down and waste time!"
"The people of Wuqing Mountain must have some clever tricks that we can't think of."
At the same time, Yanhuo opened his eyes, raised the corners of his lips, and a raging fire burned on the inside of his wings. The flames illuminated everything in front of him. The voices that were just discussing suddenly stopped, and the shadow sword spirit that slowly moved to his side had nowhere to hide. Its body was burned in the light, and it screamed miserably.
Yanhuo immediately grabbed his hands and pressed them under his body, then closed his wings and put his sword against his neck.
"You lose." Cong Mo unlocked his realm, leaving her in a dark place. "The game is over."
The other party's teeth were almost broken, but he couldn't say anything. "Next time we fight alone, I will definitely beat you."
Cong Mo readily agreed, "Okay, I'll accompany you to the end."
Coming down the bushes, they sat at the table and drank wine together.
"Cong Mo, if I win this game, can I call you A Mo like Ji Shufeng?" Xi Chengming asked shyly with a blushing face.
"It's just a name, whatever you like." Cong Mo patted his shoulder and said soothingly, "Don't be nervous, just trust me."
"Yeah, Amo."
Leng Can immediately approached Cong Mo, and asked nervously, "What did Xi Chengming say to you? You're smiling so obscenely."
"He wanted to call me Ah Mo."
"Huh?" Leng Can reacted strongly, "You promised?"
"Of course, it's just a name." Cong Mo looked calm.
Leng Can was gasping for breath in anger, but he couldn't refute anything. He was afraid that Xi Chengming had taken the lead before he could conquer Cong Mo.
He was thinking about finding an opportunity to call Cong Mo again someday and tell her not to allow others to call her so intimately.
Xi Chengming came on stage and stood still.
This time he encountered the Dream Sword Spirit, which was as rare as the Shadow Sword Spirit. Its basic attack was to drill into the sword spirit's brain, control its dreams, and thus gain the ability to control its body.
Xi Chengming laughed heartily, a touch of pride in his voice. "You're unlucky to have run into my Dali. My Dali is made of stones, he has no brains at all. All he does every day is eat, sleep, and train. He can't think at all, so how can he be controlled?"
"You are wrong." The opponent did not take his words to heart.
Xi Chengming naturally stopped smiling.
A dispute between the two began. The other party relied on Xi Chengming to open his realm. He chose to open it on a stone mountain with stones piled all over the ground.
"Dream sword spirits are not easy to deal with." Yin Yi frowned. Since no one in Yaoshan could teach him swordsmanship, he had read many books on his own, thus understanding these sword spirits quite a bit. "Not only can they enter dreams, they can also create dreams. With sufficient spiritual power, they can even form illusions and activate illusions. If you underestimate them, you'll be doomed."
"It won't be over." Cong Mo's expression relaxed. "As Xi Chengming said, Dali doesn't have a brain, so illusions don't work on him. At most, the illusions are indistinguishable, making them harder to fight. But realm is Dali's home turf, so I still have some confidence."
The realm is opened, and the force enters the field, changing its form. The dream sword spirit has a sweet appearance, and is injected with spiritual power by the master the moment it enters the realm.
Immediately afterwards, Meng Jianling opened his mouth, and his exquisite appearance instantly turned into a terrifying monster. His mouth opened wider and wider, and a transparent object inside was desperately trying to drill out. The scene looked creepy for a while.
Meng Jianling closed his mouth with difficulty until a huge transparent creature emerged from it. The creature that emerged was an elephant with wings, horns on its head and several fangs. Except for the people in the illusion, no one else could see all of this, let alone know what was happening.
Dali scratched the stone's head and looked back at Xi Chengming. The stone's face was full of confusion. He muttered to the elephant rushing towards him, "What? When did the elephant learn to fly?"
"Daredevil, get out of the way."
He was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he came to his senses only when Xi Chengming reminded him. He barely managed to avoid the sharp horns on the elephant's head, leaving long scratches on his arm from the stone.
"Strong! Lift it up and smash it to the ground."
Xi Chengming shouted.
Dali followed the instructions and walked around the side of the elephant. He sucked all the stones on the ground into his hands, expanding and piling them outward. His fingers and palms gradually grew larger, until they were almost bigger than himself. He swung his hands and concentrated all his strength to rush towards the elephant. With the help of the magic stone, his two huge hands lifted the elephant's belly and clenched it tightly. With a roar, he lifted it above his head.
Even if he was extremely strong, it was not easy to lift an adult elephant that was nearly twice his size. Dali took a deep breath and threw the elephant to the ground regardless of its struggle.
As many small stones dropped from its hands rolled on the ground, the elephant turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.
Dali wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead. He was happy that he had won again. He wanted to share his happiness with Xi Chengming, but he saw anxiety on his face.
"Da Li, turn back."
Dali turned around obediently, but before he could see anything, his stomach was hit by a powerful force and flew backwards. His body made of stone fell to the ground with a big hole in his stomach. The thing that hit him rolled on the ground a few times because Dali's body was too hard and turned into smoke and floated away.
Dali grabbed the stones beside him and filled his stomach to fill the gap. He stood up and saw all kinds of animals running towards him.
None of them are strange in shape or randomly assembled.
"Great force, disperse!" Xi Chengming shouted, and then drew out the spiritual power in his body to help.
Dali felt the blessing of power and roared. The stones on his body vibrated with golden light. Then, all the stones in the realm also emitted golden light and surrounded Dali.
Rising to mid-air,
With Xi Chengming's voice, "Disperse."
The body then broke into pieces, and each stone seemed to have life, growing eyes and mouths, and the stones combined into various shapes.
It is no less strange than the other party's illusion.
The winged phantom went to attack, but was knocked away by its powerful clone, which also had stone wings.
The powerful clones scattered in all directions and attacked the phantom.
They fought fiercely for a while, but Dali's clone was made of stone, which was harder and gave him a slight advantage.
This move consumed a great deal of spiritual energy. Xi Chengming's spiritual energy continued to flow from his brows. His legs felt weak and he leaned against the stone wall. "You're doomed."
The other party had been using his spiritual power from the beginning, and his situation was no better than his. He was also sweating and shaking. "It's not over yet, how do you know?"
"Then give it a try. After all, my Dali is now standing next to your house."
"What?"
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