Chapter Eighty-Five: It's Not Spiritual Power

The three water knives that Han Jianbai slashed out were not only a killing move, but he was also afraid that Du Rong would suddenly sacrifice some one-time rune treasure as a counterattack, and the water knife ripples in front of him were also his best means of defense.

Looking at Du Rong's rapidly approaching face, a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, in his opinion, no matter what the other party did, it would be weak.

Du Rong in front of him didn't stand there stupidly, in Han Jianbai's eyes, the other party's legs were still stuck in the ground, he just quickly squatted down and pressed his palm on the ground.

In Han Jianbai's opinion, the other party's behavior seemed to be dodging his own attack, and his ridicule was even worse, if he felt that he could dodge his own killing move in this way, then the cooperation stunt that his two brothers had practiced for many years would be too cheap.

After adjusting the spiritual power in the control slightly, the flying waterknife in the air turned around, descended a few points, and still flew straight towards Du Rong's face. And Han Jianbai also greatly raised his hand holding the long knife, and made a gesture to slash at Du Rong who was squatting on the ground.

Originally, Han Jianbai expected that this distance would be enough to melt the consumable rune treasure and cause a lot of trouble to himself, and the waterknife ripple in front of him was originally used as a defense, but the process was unexpectedly smooth, and the original defense method turned into an offensive gain in a blink of an eye. The figure of the other party was also close at hand, and it seemed that he could cut it in half in the next moment.

And he also saw the other party's expression at such a distance, and none of the imaginary expressions that he thought were panic, despair, nostalgia, etc., appeared, but only saw the hearty smile on Du Rong's face, and he seemed to have an expectant gaze looking at him who was flying closer and closer.

Although he felt very inappropriate at this time, but it was all at this point, the long knife in his hand did not hesitate, and followed the three water knives in front of him, and slashed down towards the person in front of him.

But he couldn't see it, Du Rong pressed his palm on the ground, and an invisible orange light followed his body into the earth, and Du Rong's lips opened lightly, and he shouted out a few words that the four people present could hear very clearly-"[Earth Flow Wall]!"

As soon as the words fell, the ground in front of Du Rong seemed to turn into a living thing, and after squirming twice, it instantly rose from the ground, and the earth roared, forming a wall of earth about a foot high and about two meters wide at the position of the punch in front of him.

The original material of this earthen wall was not very solid dirt on the ground, but after it was summoned by magic, the material did not change, but there was an orange light flowing between the fine sand of the earth, like a tight net that compacted all the loose dirt into a large piece of dense rock.

The sudden change stunned Li Tai and Man Zhuo, who were watching the battle from afar, and Han Jianbai, who was close at hand, also had a blank mind in his mind, and this extremely short distance had no time for him to think, so he could only rush straight to the dirt wall.

"Papapa" is first of all three tightly connected crisp sounds, it is Han Jianbai's first three water knives slashed on the rock and soil, the sharp water knife has little gain, and it will be broken into a mist in the sky at the moment of contact with the rock and soil layer, and the results brought by it are only sporadic broken soil clods falling.

The five elements are mutually reinforcing, and even magic and spiritual power cannot escape this connection.

Tu Ke Shui, this cultivation technique condensed by water is as ineffective as a natural enemy when it encounters an earthen wall formed by magic, not to mention, the skills used by Du Rong's magic cultivation are comparable to the magic of a ninth-level cultivator of Qi refining, and it itself is suppressed at the level.

Han Jianbai, who flew in with a knife, also followed, and Du Rong had already subconsciously moved his head a few inches to the right.

With a "poof", the long knife talisman he was holding was deeply inserted into the earthen wall, and the dense earth up to a foot thick could not completely offset the momentum of the long knife, and it was pierced by it until it was three inches in front of the door.

Although the long knife is sharp, the earth wall condensed by magic is comparable to ordinary rock and soil. This medium-grade talisman has lost its former brilliance after this fierce collision, the tip of the knife has been completely broken, and the traces of the blade are everywhere, leaving deep scratches on the knife body after violent friction.

With just one combination, this talisman is on the verge of being scrapped.

Here, Han Jianbai's charged blow was exhausted, and he couldn't help but hit the earthen wall and hit a gold star, and the huge impact caused the brain to lose blood instantly, causing his eyes to turn black. However, Du Rong will not give him a chance to react, this is the best time for him to fight back.

"[Rock Formation]!" another low shout, Du Rong stretched out his hands and touched the earthen wall in front of him. And on the wrists of each of his hands, there was an orange six-pointed star circle like a bracelet, and the void was on his hand.

When his fingertips touched the surface of the soil, the hard soil became as soft as water, allowing Du Rong's arms to penetrate without hindrance, and at the same time covering the periphery of his arms obediently.

The earthen wall continued to shrink under the consumption, revealing the faces of Du Rong and Han Jianbai, but one was extremely stunned, and the other was full of smiles.

At this moment, Du Rong's arms are more than ten times thicker than before, and this arm alone is about the same size as himself.

The dirt covered by the arms has long since turned into the shape of rocks, and the rocks are lined up one after another, just like the muscular arms of a muscular man.

Opening the newly formed huge arm, Du Rong grabbed Han Jianbai's arm, which was still unable to react, and this grasp carried the huge power of the desolate beast, and was caught by it, but he still didn't move at all depending on how the surname Han struggled.

Li Tai and Man Zhuo, who were dozens of feet away, had already had their brains down, and they didn't believe the earth-shaking changes that had taken place in front of them at all.

Han Jianbai, who was caught, was still the first to react, and he roared hoarsely: "No, it is impossible, you don't have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power on your body, but this strange technique is the strength of the ninth layer of qi refining. How could you, how could you cast a spell of this intensity!"

Shouting like this, his body was still subconsciously struggling desperately, but in the face of this rock beast-like fusion, his resistance did not have any effect.

"Do you want to know why? Actually, I'd love to tell you. Du Rong showed a very kind smile to Han Jianbai who was struggling, but this smile seemed too inconsistent at this time.

Han Jianbai also paused temporarily in the struggle, he really wanted to know what the reason behind this was, for a while, human curiosity had temporarily suppressed the fear of death a little.

"Because, the power I use is not spiritual power at all, Sao Nian. ”

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