bestfiction Chapter 482
Chapter 482
Xuanjing flew away, flying very, very far away.
It took him some time to get up, while his opponent, standing before him, had a livid face and stared fiercely at his armor.
Mo Li now wished he could immediately pack the man and his armor up and send them to the appraisal pavilion to ask what kind of item it was, since his sword was almost dulled and he still couldn't cut through it.
Not a single scratch was left!
He paced to the side, preparing for the next offensive while carefully examining his enemy. He wanted to press his advantage, but dared not rush forward recklessly. His opponent was a cultivator skilled in using talismans. If the opponent feigned retreat to lure him forward and then launched an attack with a large number of talismans, he would definitely suffer.
After the sword-fist style's killing move was blocked, the metal elemental spiritual energy struck the armor and splashed out in all directions. He, who was closest to it, was the first to be hit. His fist trembled slightly. The spasms in his meridians after being overloaded and the soreness from some external injuries made him subconsciously clench his teeth and stop using the Daoist techniques that flowed through the meridians of his hands.
Spiritual energy surged above his feet. Although the killing power was not as great as the previous move, it was more impressive in terms of momentum.
Mo Li glanced at Zhong Ming again out of the corner of his eye and found that the guy was actually holding a cup of tea with both hands, taking a "graceful" sip, and then starting to praise the tea to Qing Yizi.
An unnamed rage rose within him, and the force beneath his feet involuntarily increased. The hissing sound of the golden spiritual energy cutting through the air continuously gathered and amplified, creating an effect akin to a noise storm, causing those around him to cover their ears and gasp in surprise.
"Hey, hey, hey, isn't this going a bit too far?" Qing Yizi finally said what Mo Li wanted to hear. But Zhong Ming's next casual remark, "A pretty but useless thing," completely ignited his anger.
"Suffer to death."
Mo Li leaped high into the air, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, a gust of wind whistling beneath his feet, as he launched a flying kick toward Xuan Jing’s chest.
This kick incorporates the principle of metal resonance. Since the sharp blade can't pierce your armor, then you'll be shaken into a pulp inside this iron shell!
Xuan Jing had just opened his eyes when he saw this scene. He took a deep breath and calmly began to take out talismans from his storage bag.
Mo Li sneered. He had already created enough gale force around him with his golden spiritual power. The talismans would be torn to pieces before they could even reach him, and the spiritual patterns on them would be submerged. Did they want to blow me up?
late!
Is it too late...?
Xuan Jing calmly took out a vest covered with explosive talismans and put it on over his armor. Then he took out a heavy stone, as thick as a tombstone, and placed it in front of him.
There is a kind of detached calmness, as if one is already lying in their own grave.
Mo Li felt a faint voice lingering in his ear: "Are the soles of your shoes blast-proof?"
"Boom~~"
A deafening roar swept across a large part of the camp, the wind howled, and bedding drying outside was swept up to a height of ten meters. Then, curses came from all directions.
Mo Li used the shockwave to perform a backflip, landing on his left foot and gently placing his right foot on the ground to conceal the fact that he was seriously injured.
The cultivator opposite him stood up unsteadily again.
Mo Li realized two things: first, he really couldn't break through the opponent's defense.
Secondly, he is the one being constantly drained. If he doesn't make any changes, there will only be one outcome: his spiritual energy will be exhausted, leaving him powerless to launch a sneak attack on Zhong Ming.
He looked around for a while, then slowly paced around the mysterious armored monk. He frowned, and a plan came to mind.
My spiritual power is running low. If I want to succeed, the next strike is the best option. Since the opponent likes to use explosive talismans, which are readily available everywhere, I will also use them secretly and frame the opponent.
The two men's positions kept changing, and eventually, he, Xuanjing, and Zhongming formed a three-point line.
It's now.
Mo Li charged forward, gathering his remaining spiritual power. This was almost the last powerful spell he could use without losing its strength.
At this point, Xuan Jing was already ready to admit defeat. His task was simply to exhaust Mo Li and eliminate a powerful opponent for his other comrades. For him, winning or losing was merely a matter of how many talismans he used.
But now, he has no choice; the other party acted too quickly and made too many decisions.
He adopted a defensive stance, or more accurately, a stance to mitigate the impact, and the distance between the two sides rapidly closed.
At the critical moment, Xuan Jing gritted his teeth and poured all his remaining strength into the armor. He saw his opponent leap up, assuming the posture of splitting Mount Hua, and the sword blade in his hand was about to slash down. The sword guard was originally filled with metal elemental spiritual energy, but now it was shining with a light that he was very familiar with.
"boom!"
An explosive talisman detonated when the two were extremely close. Instead of slowing down, Mo Li changed his posture and charged straight at Zhong Ming at an even faster speed.
From any outsider's perspective, it was Xuanjing's explosive counterattack that caused the opponent to miss.
Zhong Ming and Qing Yizi are both powerful cultivators disguised as Foundation Establishment cultivators. If others can't see through them, can't they?
Suddenly, Qing Yizi stood up, his spiritual power condensing in his fist, the amount even exceeding the level of the Qi Refining stage, clearly intending to deliver a severe blow. The next moment, Zhong Ming stood up, grabbed his wrist, and slowly pressed it down, then strode forward to face the ill-intentioned Mo Li.
"Looks like someone wants to get beaten up."
Zhong Ming held the Late Spring Cold Spear in his hand, but unlike usual, he gripped it at the red tassel and pointed the spearhead at the attacker.
Mo Li gripped the specially prepared medicine tightly in his hand, his mind screaming, 'Just a tiny bit, just a tiny bit of the powder successfully penetrating, and my mission will be complete!'
But he shouted, "Get out of the way! I can't stop!"
A wall of water stood before him.
Daoist Methods - Water Mirror
He sneered, having already prepared a way to deal with water-attribute defensive spells. He gritted his teeth, crushing a pill he had prepared beforehand. The pure medicinal liquid flowed down his throat into his body, and his spiritual power surged instantly. Countless metal fragments appeared at his fingertips, colliding and attracting each other, like two magnets being manipulated to collide rapidly, shattering into countless pieces, then attracting each other again, and shattering again.
When these tiny metal fragments touched the water mirror, a ring of the smooth water surface vanished out of thin air, and Mo Li easily passed through the defense.
Bring it on! The bell tolls!