bestfiction Chapter 220 This luck is just too bad
Chapter 220 This luck is just too bad
"Brother, I can still fight! I can hold out a little longer!" Yue Kaishan roared, but his right arm was severely injured and his left arm was at risk of dislocation. If he continued fighting, it wouldn't just be a matter of ranking, but it would affect his own Dao.
The weakness of Yue Family Boxing is that it is very difficult to protect the arms from injuries that could endanger the practitioner when one is weak.
Zhong Ming's hands never stopped; he thrust and stabbed with his spear, deliberately missing the mark. When a monster seized the opportunity to attack, he used the barb to pull back and stab the monster in the neck, successfully killing another one. At the same time, he thrust the spear tip back to block the attacking monster.
After observing his comrade's condition, he and Xuan Jing exchanged glances.
Their eyes met, and they understood each other perfectly. They said, "Brother Yue, clear the way. I'm exhausted too. Let's retreat."
"Yes, I've run out of talismans. Fellow Daoist Chen, what about you?"
"I have a few crossbow bolts left." Chen Dahai hesitated for a moment. He had just filled a quiver, so it couldn't be considered a shortage.
"Brother Chen, you cover the rear. Brother Yue, you clear the way. We'll fight our way out."
Yue Kaishan was about to retort when Xuan Jing suddenly shouted, "Ah~~" He staggered and sat down on the ground, shooting a divine sword talisman into the sky, which wounded a flying demon beast.
Yue Kaishan, not knowing which demonic beast's innate divine power had struck Xuanjing, immediately went over and asked, "How are you?"
"Go!" he shouted hoarsely, grabbing the back of the wheelchair with one hand and Yue Kaishan's belt with the other, yelling, "Clear the way, hurry up!"
At this moment, Yue Kaishan no longer hesitated and rushed towards the exit. Fortunately, there were no monsters blocking his way. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that Zhong Ming was also rushing towards him. He ran to the exit of the trial ground in three steps and stopped.
The three of them stood like a human wall in front of the exit. Yue Kaishan shouted to Zhong Ming, "Brother, come here quickly, we..."
"Go away!"
Xuan Jing let out a wicked laugh that sounded like a triumphant smirk, and Yue Kaishan was kicked hard in the buttocks, falling out of the trial ground.
The group, who were about to flee, suddenly stopped. Zhong Ming slid to the side, his body leaning down almost to the ground, and countless talismans flew out from above, creating a thunderous sound.
Everyone was running, so the remaining demonic beasts chased after them. In a chase, they quickly gathered together. Now Xuan Jing finally had an opportunity, unleashing a barrage of talismans.
Zhong Ming seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack, killing the wounded enemies, while those further away were riddled with bullets by Chen Dahai.
Large swaths of smoke and dust dissipated.
The cold, impersonal announcement now carried an even greater sense of pressure: "Countdown to the appearance of a Rank 3 demonic beast: ten, nine..."
All three were panting heavily, and they looked at each other.
"How are you? Can you still fight?"
"Hehe, this armor of mine isn't just for show." Xuan Jing cracked his neck and took out a long whip from his storage bag.
Judging from its appearance, it can be considered a long whip, but if you take into account the talismans pasted all over it, then it becomes somewhat mysterious.
Chen Dahai patted the quiver. "There are three arrows left." His voice was neither happy nor sad. He added, "And two walking sticks."
Zhong Ming grinned, his white teeth stained red with streaks of blood.
"I haven't had enough yet. Let's see what Foundation Establishment stage cultivators are capable of."
"Haha, Captain, you weren't here when we fought Fu Yinshan last time, so you'd better enjoy yourself this time." Xuan Jing laughed a few times, but his laughter was more like crying.
“This time, the opponent didn’t set up any formations beforehand.” Chen Dahai didn’t finish his sentence, but everyone understood what he meant.
There's a tiny bit of a chance of winning.
Zhong Ming reached out and stroked the "ordinary" tattered cloth. His palms were bleeding from the continuous swinging of the gun barrel, the impact of the recoil, and the intense friction with the gun barrel. He had various injuries, and although the tortoise shell could block the fatal wounds, the impact was not enough, so he could only use his body to withstand it.
But he still wanted to see the power of a Foundation Establishment stage demon beast.
If you don't even dare to undergo trials, how can you talk about the path to immortality? How can you talk about taking revenge on the even more powerful Gao Jin?
He took out a pot of spirit wine, drank it all in one gulp, and assumed the starting stance of the "Spring and Autumn Hook and Sickle Spear Technique - Grain Rain".
The cold, impersonal broadcast faded away.
"Three, two, one."
The three of them were on edge.
Looking around, there was no movement to be seen.
"error?"
"Shh~~" Large beads of sweat streamed down Zhong Ming's face.
Those skilled in attack move high in the heavens, while those skilled in defense hide deep underground.
Once war breaks out, we will act with the speed of thunder and the force of a storm; it will be either him or me who dies.
In an instant, Zhong Ming felt a chill run down his spine, and a burst of intense light shone from the sky.
"Straight above!"
Before he finished speaking, three arrows were already shot out, heading straight for the sky.
Golden flames descended from the sky, and crossbow bolts that touched them, whether explosive or armor-piercing, were melted by the flames without any change.
Enemies at the Foundation Establishment stage possess abundant spiritual power, enabling them to unleash terrifyingly powerful spells.
Xuan Jing lashed his whip into the sky, and as it approached the golden flames, he deliberately detonated the talisman. The shockwave from the explosion spread across the flames, slightly disturbing them.
Then, the golden flames coalesced into a form, condensing into a large bird that flew swiftly and stealthily.
"Oh no, a three-legged golden crow!"
The three claws attacked the three people simultaneously.
Chen Dahai held his breath and pressed his hand on his cane, the round wooden cane faintly emanating sword energy.
Strike technique!
The sword technique was even more ancient, terrifying, and difficult to master than the sword-drawing technique. With a single strike, it collided violently with the golden crow's claw. The powerful recoil instantly sent him and his wheelchair flying, and he was knocked out of the exit.
Xuan Jing withstood the blow with his iron armor, which dented deeply into his chest armor. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, which mingled with his mask.
He held a mysterious talisman in his hand, but whatever it was, he had no chance to use it and was sent flying by a single blow, just like Chen Dahai.
The bell tolled as it met the scorching wave, the bird's claws striking the spear, nearly cracking his hand; the sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard in his ears.
He gripped the spear tightly.
He cursed inwardly.
"Damn it, why is it a three-legged golden crow?"
The three-legged golden crow was the incarnation of the sun. In its heyday, it was so powerful that even the dragon descendants had to give way, and it was even called the "demon lord" by later generations.
This demonic beast appears to have very pure Three-Legged Golden Crow bloodline. It is currently only at a small and very short stage of its cultivation. It should be rampaging in the Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages!
Instead of bullying a mere Qi Refining cultivator like me during the Foundation Establishment stage.
The golden crow flapped its wings and flew away, its claws firmly gripping the late spring chill. It lowered its head slightly, looking down with disdain at the weak enemy at its feet who dared to resist, and opened its beak.
A burst of golden flames erupted, like a long golden river cascading down from the sky.
Zhong Ming twisted to dodge, gripped the gun barrel with both hands, as if he were standing upside down in mid-air, and tried to kick the hairy beast with his legs.
However, the heat wave from the scorching flames made him feel uneasy.
The flames fell to the ground, burning fiercely without ever going out.
The exit turned into a golden sea of fire.
He can't get out.