Chapter 44: Continuation

Yan San stared at Ulquiorla with a serious expression. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The green void flash emitted just now already had extremely high attack power in Yan San's opinion. Even if you are prepared, if you are hit head-on, you will definitely be seriously injured, if not fatal.

But looking at the opponent's posture now, it is obvious that he is about to make a more powerful move, and Yan San cannot be allowed to be inattentive.

Ugh

With a clear sound, the spiritual power condensed in Ulquiola's hand violently extended to both ends, turning into a spear formed by spiritual power.

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Yan San's eyes widened in surprise, is this guy really imaginary.

The spiritual pressure contained in that spear was not ordinary, at least twice as much as the previous Void Flash, and the Void Spiritual Pressure and the Death Spirit's Spiritual Pressure were not of the same nature.

Voids, which are synonymous with chaos and destruction, are inherently extremely destructive in their spiritual pressure, so even a simple ray attack that condenses the spiritual pressure can exert unimaginable attack power.

However, because their spiritual pressure characteristics are too irritable, almost none of them have enough control to control this spiritual pressure.

But now, the Vastod in front of him, named Ulquiora, had actually compressed such a huge chaotic spiritual pressure into a spear, and it seemed that he had firmly controlled it.

Yan San dared to say that there was almost no one in the current corpse soul world except for himself who had such delicate Lingzi control, and even Yeyi couldn't compare to the Wastode in front of him.

"It's coming. ā€

Ulquiorla reminded him very graciously, and the next moment he appeared in front of Yan San, and at the same time, the spear formed by spiritual power had already reached his neck.

Yan San lowered his head to dodge the spear he stabbed, and at the same time, the knife in his hand turned and slashed towards him from the bottom up.

Ulquiora blocked the blow with his spear, although his expression did not fluctuate in the slightest, Yan San's heartbeat accelerated slightly from this scene, and he almost didn't avoid his next attack.

Although he knew that the other party's control was extremely strong, Yan San still concentrated his twelve points of energy on his spear.

If it was because of the collision of the weapons of the two sides, Ulquiorra could not stabilize the structure of the spiritual pressure and exploded, then Yan San would not be much better if he withstood the attack at such a close range.

Therefore, in the next battle, Yan San's body would always have a slight stiffness when the weapons collided, and every time he narrowly avoided Ulquiola's attack.

Ulquiorla swung around and sent a side kick at Yan San, but was blocked by Yan San's arm.

"What's the matter with you? Why are you suddenly constrained? ā€

Ulquiola's voice without the slightest emotion came, Yan San looked at his eyes, and did not see any impatience in it, it seemed that this passage was simply a question.

"Forget it, I'm not interested in what you're thinking, so let's end this battle quickly. ā€

Ulquiora leaned back slightly, and at the same time raised her hand holding the spear to her shoulder, making a javelin throwing motion.

Seeing this action, Yan San was not stupid, he knew what he wanted to do in an instant, although he was shocked again, but his body also responded in a targeted manner.

Took a deep breath, his chest bulged slightly, and then.

"The fire is extinguished. ā€

"Thunder Spear. ā€

The two of them whispered the names of the moves at the same time, and the huge red spear collided with the slender green spear.

The two attacks cut through the air, and the spiritual power that overflowed from the spear and spear formed a shield-like barrier around it, judging from the size and momentum, it was undoubtedly Yan San's attack that was stronger.

But the result was the opposite, after a stalemate for a while, the flame spear that Yan San spit out was scattered by Ulquiola's green spear, and then shot towards Yan San without slowing down.

Yan San didn't expect the impromptu counterattack to be able to resist the opponent's spear, but a momentary stalemate was enough, and Yan San was out of the spear's attack range in an instant, and even far beyond it.

It turned out that Yan San's decision was right, after the spear exploded in the place where Yan San was standing, the range of the shock wave generated was simply amazing, even if Yan San had tried to stay away from the center of the attack, the scattered sand and dust still made him can't help but squint his eyes.

"Dodge, you're really strong, Death. ā€

Ulquiorra looked at Yan San, but his hand was not polite at all, and he threw another spear at him.

"Qi, it's really troublesome. ā€

Yan San frowned slightly, this time he moved away from the place in advance before he could attack.

Although Yan San can also compress the spiritual pressure to the extent of the opponent to counterattack, but to achieve the same attack power as the opponent, it needs to consume more spiritual pressure, no way, this is the essential difference of spiritual pressure, and Yan San cannot change it.

He has almost figured out the strength of the opponent, and on the whole, he is slightly weaker than his current self, but it is also very limited. However, as the battle continues, the balance of victory will slowly tilt in its favor.

And what Yan San has to do is to prolong the battle time as much as possible, he doesn't care much about winning or losing, but such a great opportunity can't be easily let go.

Although the opponent is indeed slightly weaker than him, Yan San will not think that he has the chance to win because of this, and it is not impossible if he accidentally overturns the boat directly in the gutter.

The sense of crisis that shrouded his body did not disappear from the moment the battle began, and he was even getting stronger.

Thanks to the stimulation of this sense of crisis, Yan San felt an unusually fierce beating in his spirit, and after reaching a critical point, he finally came to the surface of his spirit and began to influence Yan San.

This feeling Yan San is not unfamiliar at all, it is the killing intent that appeared on him before, because of the fierce battle, he broke through the normal consciousness and began to manifest.

Yan San's eyes gradually darkened with the appearance of killing intent, but this time Yan San, who was prepared, focused most of his attention on killing intent, so as not to be unknowingly affected by his normal consciousness like last time.

Yan San didn't have the slightest experience in suppressing the killing intent, and even the Chichen of the Sifeng Courtyard didn't explain this aspect clearly, because Yan San couldn't learn from the method of Mao Zhihualie.

The reason why her killing intent fell silent was not only the suppression of normal consciousness, but also the cooperation of the killing intent itself.

Although it is a deviant mental state, in the final analysis, the killing intent is also the consciousness generated by the body, and the normal thinking ability is still there, but it is usually more inclined to kill.

Therefore, when she found out that she was so weak that she asked her opponent to seal her own ability to cooperate with her battle, it was not only her own consciousness that was disheartened, but also the state of killing intent.

Therefore, Yan San has no object to refer to, so he can only rely on his own speculation to find a method that suits him.

(To be continued.) )