Chapter 227: The Battle of the Geniuses (17)

In just an instant, Ling Thirteen felt that his body was like falling into a quagmire, it was difficult to break free, and his body felt like a mountain had been crushed, and he felt like he was struggling.

The long sword in his hand kept buzzing and trembling. "Ahh

The figure was difficult to dodge, but the giant battle knife in the hand of another earthy yellow giant that followed behind him had already appeared above his head at some point, and in the spiritual power perception, the energy intensity that had just leaked from it had reached the level of the second order of the dream master.

But at this time, his figure was still in a state of dodge, and even if he could draw his sword to block the top of his head, there was no place for him to use his strength. Therefore, the ten fingers between the hands stirred again, and the runes that had just been condensed with one hand reappeared, but this time the condensed runes did not seem to be so perfect.

When the rune was set in the space in front of him, another identical, "Spirit Thirteen" figure appeared behind him, and the body was still the same dodging action. In the same way, Ling Thirteen was also startled when he saw the "self" that appeared in front of him, but he knew that now was not the time for him to discuss what was happening, so he stepped on the ground one after another, and his body shot out, but this time in the direction of backwards.

The giant war knife fell, leaving a ravine on the earthy yellow ground, and at the same time smashing the figure of the "Spirit Thirteen" into the dust, the next moment, the figure of the Spirit Thirteen broke through the dust floating in the air, and reappeared beside the two earth-yellow giants, one left and one right, and the two long swords were clenched in his hands.

But in the next moment, the moment Ling Thirteen ran, another identical figure appeared simultaneously, one on the left and one on the right, the same as the long sword in his hand, and it was still flickering in the process of running, changing the positions of the two of them, and marching towards the two same giants.

"Huh!" However, as expected, the sound of two giant war knives cutting through the air sounded, and the huge blades almost slashed the figure of Ling Thirteen together, the same action, but in the opposite direction.

But the moment the blade slashed across the body, after a phantasmal shaking of the two figures, a figure separated from the figures again, joining the ranks of the runners together, still with two long swords in their hands. One turned into two, two turned into four, and the four figures crossed and flashed again, and the figures flickered, full of confusion.

With a flash of light, the figures of the four spirit thirteen flashed and appeared behind the giant, and in an instant, four smooth incisions appeared in the space, and in an instant, the figures of the two giants were shorter together, and the four soles of their feet broke away from their bodies and dissipated into dust in mid-air.

And after crossing, the four figures continued to exert their strength, legs, four pairs of legs moved together, lined up in a row, the long swords in the left and right hands turned into a total of eight long swords, and together, forming a fan-shaped, the flashing divine light of the eyes went towards the hunlian qian.

He looked at the four figures that were constantly approaching, his brows furrowed tightly, looking at everything that was happening in front of him, Hun Lian Qian knew that there were phantoms among these figures, or all four figures were phantoms. And he knew that if he continued to slash with his sword, he was afraid that these figures would split again, and the scene would become more difficult to distinguish.

Holding the turtle shell shield in his left hand, he raised it again, and smashed it downward, and the two earth-colored giants who moved together appeared in front of the spirit thirteen and fourteen figures at some point, and the two huge turtle shell shields smashed downward, exactly the same as the action in his hand.

"Bang!" "Bang!" After the two loud bangs, the invisible fluctuations caused by the shield smashing on the ground will be centered on the giant's body in an instant, spreading in all directions, and naturally, the four figures that Ling Thirteen is still rushing forward are shrouded in it.

Immediately, four pillars of qi that were completely condensed by invisible fluctuations rose into the sky, trapping the thirteenth and fourteenth spirits without knowing whether they were phantoms or real figures, and all four figures were controlled in place, slightly bent, and their two hands kept trembling, even with the long sword in their hands, it seemed that they couldn't even hold the weapon in their hands.

In the next moment, the middle finger of Hun Lianqian's left hand, which was holding the turtle shell shield, suddenly provoked, and again, and bent continuously, and at the same time, on the four pillars of qi, one ring after another appeared, repeating the same process again and again with the movement of the middle finger of his left hand.

However, on the pillar of air, every time a ring fell, the figure of the Spirit Thirteen bent downward, and soon, nine rings were piled up on the earth, and the figure of the Spirit Thirteen had been bent to a point that was unimaginable to normal people, or to a level that was difficult for normal people to achieve, and it was possible that only the dead Terran could do it, right?!

However, Hun Lian Qian suddenly turned around, and the turtle shell shield in his hand hurriedly crossed in front of him, and two sword lights appeared there abnormally obediently, and two sword lights from the tip of the sword pierced on it.

"Stab!" With a bang, the huge force from the turtle shell shield forced Hun Lianqian's body to cut two furrows on the ground. And in the next moment, the corners of Ling Thirteen's mouth were slightly raised, and the figure disappeared in place with a sudden "Huh!", leaving only an afterimage.

"Bell!" was another ferocious impact, and two sword lights suddenly appeared from behind Hun Lianqian, hitting the turtle shell shield in front of him who turned around anxiously, and before the sound fell, Ling Thirteen's figure disappeared in place again.

"Ding!", "Bell!", "......" The two sword lights collided with the turtle shell shield in Hun Lianqian's hand, and for a while, sparks flew in the center of the battlefield between the two, and there was dust splashed everywhere, and the fierce battle made Hun Lian Qian unable to even take time to control the Tuhuang Giant.

There are more and more sword lights around the turtle shell shield, the time interval between the sword lights is getting shorter and shorter, and the frequency of sword lights is getting higher and higher, and these are just the battles on the scene between the two, and in another battlefield, the confrontation between the two has never stopped for a moment.

Spiritual attack, spiritual barrier, is the battle between the spear and the shield, under the impact of the attack, the strong spiritual power will block the condensed spiritual power out of the eyebrows.

"Snort!" A sword light finally caught a flaw in the dancing figure of Hun Lianqian, stabbed at his waist, cut through the Dream Master's armor on it, and brought out a trace of blood. Immediately, a low roar came out of his mouth, and in an instant, the eyes of a wounded lone wolf flashed in his eyes.

Then, when the shield swept over his waist, there was a distance between his five fingers that touched the wound on the place where his waist had been breached, and an earthy yellow dream power gushed out from his fingertips, attached to it, and began to change, turning into a long clip-like shape, and the wound was tightly packed together in an instant. Then there is the damage on the Dream Master's armor that has the dream power to spread and repair.

At the same time, the figure continued to meet the two sword lights that were still increasing in speed.

"Stinky boy, how do you feel when you see this?!Do you feel that you are too weak here?!" Suddenly, Zhang Yan, who was sitting in the viewing area of the Refining Weapon City in the outside world, heard a mocking sound in his ears, and he immediately followed the sound and saw that his master Li Hua was also looking towards him.

"I don't have any feelings, they are not my opponents, besides, thinking about things that have not happened in the future and jumping to conclusions, I feel that this is a very stupid thing!" Zhang Yan deliberately turned his head around, and while exuding a trace of spiritual power from the center of his eyebrows, he followed the spiritual power channel constructed by Li Hua to pass on what he said.

"Hmph, stinky boy, it's just a dead duck with a hard mouth, it's really not open your mouth when you don't see boiling water!, however, today, as your master here, I still have to say one more thing, this game is not only linked to your game rewards, but also to some good things you got when you played in the inner door! Even if it's for these, you have to continue to work hard!" Li Hua spit out a mocking and angry speech from his mouth as always, and it came very bluntly.

......Suddenly, Zhang Yan felt a breath in his chest being choked, and he almost didn't breathe, but after looking up and seeing the other party's figure that had already twisted over, he felt bored for a while.

He quickly turned his attention to the light curtain in mid-air, watching the game while his brain raced wildly, thinking about the opponent he was going to face. Although Zhang Yan said that to his master Li Hua just now, he still couldn't help but have expectations for the game he was about to face in the future, and the desire to win.

Above the light curtain, the battle between the ten people continued, and the virtual arena built in Zhang Yan's mind also continued, but the whole process was always full of stumbles, because he knew too little about the five people of the other sect, so the information in the whole mind was very small, so when deducing in his mind, the game process would be disconnected.

Time is passing, during this period, there are already several more wounds on the body of Hun Lian Qian in the battlefield, and he has repeated the action of urgently squeezing the wound, but if the whole game continues like this, then in the end, he will definitely lose, and the five people of the upper group of Houtu Peak will also lose,

However, many people, including Ling Thirteen, probably didn't see that between the ten fingers of the ten fingers, little by little the earthy yellow brilliance was condensed, and then little by little it was hidden between the fingers, and at the same time the color was transformed, and the extremely rich earthy yellow slowly faded and transformed into the same color as the flesh - the color of the skin and flesh.

In this way, the incomparably small brilliance was attached between the gaps between the ten fingers of Hun Lian Qian and on top of the ten fingers, weakly hidden, waiting for the most powerful attack to erupt at the last moment.

"Bell!" two sword lights reappeared, appearing after piercing the armor of the Cultivator of the Dry Dream, with a trace of blood that had not been thrown out.