Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Battle of the Fierce Eagle in the Desert North (3)
Half of Zhongli's body had fallen into the quicksand, and he struggled countless times but could not escape, as several people said, without the actual borrowing, he could not escape the strong gravitational pull of the quicksand.
"Thunder Pear Blade!" Zhongli let out a low roar. Suddenly, a blade formed by thunder and lightning appeared in each of his hands, and there was no handle, and the entire blade was formed by blue thunder and lightning, sizzling.
Everyone was puzzled when they saw Zhongli summon two blades formed by thunder and lightning, and now that they were stuck in quicksand, and they couldn't kill the enemy, what was the use of summoning blades, and they were feeling strange. Suddenly, Zhongli threw the two thunder blades out like left and right, and between his hands and the two thunder blades, there was a small long line formed by thunder and lightning pulling it.
"He wanted to insert two thunder blades into the earth first, then shrink the thunder blades, and use two long lines to pull him out of the quicksand!" A person from the Biyun Sect who was watching the battle had a fine light in his eyes, and he was amazed, he didn't expect to be able to crack the 'Sand Waterfall Tomb' of Mobei Liying like this.
"A thin wire made of thunder and lightning, what a huge power of thunder and lightning must be!" Someone was amazed that thunder and lightning could actually form silk threads to connect blades, and this was the first time he had seen the power of thunder and lightning be used in this way. I was also amazed at the strength of Zhongli's spiritual skills, thunder and lightning have always flashed and disappeared, but he was able to make thunder and lightning endure for a long time.
Mobei Li Ying naturally saw Zhongli's thoughts, but how could it be as he wished. Originally, I wanted to wait until Zhongli was completely buried by the quicksand, and then solidify the quicksand to crush the other party with strong gravity, but at this moment, I couldn't wait.
"Burial!" Mobei Li Ying snorted, stretched out his right hand into a claw, and pinched it towards the void.
"Up!" At the moment when Mobei Li Ying completed the final attack of the 'Tomb of Sand Waterfalls', the thunder and lightning lines in Zhongli's hands quickly contracted towards the thunder blade, pulling Zhongli up and floating in the air.
"He came out, and he actually succeeded!" shouted an observer excitedly, only to feel too excited, and couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for Zhongli.
"But he still withstood the squeezing force of the quicksand, it is impossible that he is not injured at all, right?" The person next to him said, he was always not optimistic about Zhongli, the second order of the Spirit Martial Realm was fighting against the Mobei Li Ying of the ninth order of the Spirit Martial Realm, and it was already surprising that he could fight. In other words, he was very envious of Zhongli's powerful thunder spirit skills, and he didn't want to admit that Zhongli could be on an equal footing with Mobei Liying, let alone have a chance to defeat.
"Keep fighting!" Zhongli shouted in mid-air.
He had never practiced weapons and was used to fighting with his bare hands. He threw out the thunder blade pulled by the thunder and lightning thin wire in his left and right hands and flew towards Mobei Liying.
After Zhongli landed, his body moved, and he rushed towards Mobei Liying like a gallop. actually caught up with the two thunder blades thrown out in an instant, and almost killed them at the same time.
So fast! There were afterimages in the running. The one-eyed eye of the Mobei eagle narrowed, and the 'tomb of the sand waterfall' was formed
The force of the quicksand squeezing didn't have any effect on Zhongli's legs, which surprised him a little.
"Sand Armor!
Seeing the upcoming Zhongli and the two thunder blades, Mobei Liying made two moves in a row. First, he summoned layers of yellow sand and applied it to his body for defense. Then the whole right hand was wrapped in yellow sand, which became more than several times larger, and grabbed Zhongli.
Seeing Mobei Liying's reaction speed, the two spiritual skills came out at the same time, Zhongli secretly praised the opponent's strength, no matter what his character was, his strength was indeed incomparable. Defend against my thunderblade attack with sand, and use the huge arm formed by yellow sand to collide with me, then try to see whose attack is more violent!
Bang!
From Zhongli's shot to Mobei Liying's completion of spiritual defense, the two fought. But it only took one breathless. The three people watching the battle next to them couldn't see the speed of the two of them at all, and they heard a violent explosion.
Zhongli swung his tail like a swimming dragon, his footwork was light and vigorous, except for the first punch after he forcibly collided with Mobei Liying's sand arm. Using its speed to avoid all the attack edges of the Mobei Eagle, it swept up layers of afterimages during the run, and thunder and lightning surrounded the surroundings of the Mobei Eagle, all of which were traces left by Zhongli's attack while running.
Zhong Wei thought that although he relied on the thunder and lightning to activate the muscles of his body, reached the limit speed, and attacked a few punches of Mobei Liying, all of them hit the armor formed by the sand, and he could not break the defense at all.
"Heavenly Thunder Slash!" Zhongli let out a low cry as he unleashed the strongest form of the 'Thunder Nine Skies' he had learned so far.
'Sky Thunder Slash' is a powerful piercing force that condenses a large amount of lightning power and concentrates it on the hand to form a high-intensity electric current, which dashes forward and pierces the enemy. If this move can't break through Mobei Eagle's 'Sand Armor', then he will choose to flee.
Countless currents surrounded Zhongli's right hand, and the blue electricity was swiping along a mysterious trajectory, looking amazing, containing an indescribable rhyme, and the sound of a thunderstorm seemed to resound in the void.
Facing Zhongli's strongest blow, Mobei Li Ying's face became a little more solemn, and he faintly felt uneasy. The experience of many life-and-death battles has taught him that this blow cannot be resisted.
His right leg was a little forward, and the Sand Monster wrist formed in his right hand smashed into Zhongli with a punch, and he was about to force Zhongli back.
Thundered!
The thunderstorm roared and boomed, as if to show off how powerful its offensive was.
Zhongli's right hand turned into a knife with countless currents, and without retreating or dodging, he stabbed towards the 'Sand Monster Wrist' of Mobei Liying.
Bang!
There was a loud bang, and a piece of yellow sand was raised. It is formed by yellow sand
The 'Sand Monster Wrist' was defeated, and then the hand knife pierced the body of the Mobei Eagle, and the 'Sand Armor' couldn't withstand the remaining power of thunder and lightning, and the Mobei Eagle's flew out upside down.
Zhongli didn't chase away, and stood there panting heavily.
First, activate the muscles with electricity, cooperate with the 'Thunder Trace' to reach the ultimate speed, and then perform the 'Sky Thunder Slash', almost three moves are the same, all of them are the thunder spirit skills with the greatest load on the body. Even though Zhongli's physical body was extremely powerful, he still couldn't bear the load.
"I... I'm not mistaken, was it that swarthy man of the second order of the Spirit Martial Realm who won? He knocked the Mobei Powerful Eagle flying?" The spectator swallowed his saliva and asked unconfidently, it was really shocking.
"No... It's impossible!Mobei Liying has a record of challenging the second-order powerhouse of the Yuanwu Realm, how could he lose to a second-order Lingwu monk!" The monk who had always been optimistic about Zhongli said, his eyes were red, he couldn't believe that this kind of result had occurred, he would have preferred to see Zhongli being crushed by Mobei Liying and killed directly.
"Didn't you say that the eye under Mobei Liying's eye mask contained great magical powers? The person next to him was afraid that his heart would break, so he hurriedly comforted him.
When the monk who had always been optimistic about Zhongli heard this, his eyes lit up as if he was grasping a life-saving straw, and he stared at Mobei Liying who flew out and fell to the ground, expecting him to quickly stand up and kill Zhongli.
Mobei Liying did not disappoint him, although he was hit by a blow and flew dozens of meters away, he still slowly stood up.
"Demon..."Mobei Li Ying gasped and whispered.
"I didn't expect that the realm was so low to me, and I was able to break through my 'Sand Armor', you made me feel a little excited!hahahaha!" Mobei Li Ying laughed at the sky after spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing that it seemed that the demon was stunned, Zhongli was a little stunned, the 'Heavenly Thunder Slash' was the most powerful blow in the spiritual skill he currently knew, and he thought that under this blow, after the Mobei Sharp Eagle was knocked away. Even if it wasn't half dead, it should be seriously injured, but I didn't expect Mobei Liying to still have the strength to fight.
What surprised him even more was that when he had just shot the Mobei Eagle, he clearly saw that the blood on the chest of the Desert Eagle, and there was even a blood line on the ground that stretched over.
But Mobei Li Ying stood up at this time, except for the torn clothes on his chest, there were no scars at all. He could be sure that Mobei Liying was not a physical cultivator, but this strange physique made him feel a little wrong.
Do you want to perform that trick?" Zhong Qian thought, his expression very solemn. The spiritual skills in the 'Demon Summoning Sutra' are too profound, and he has not yet fully mastered them, with his current physical body, he is afraid that he will not be able to use them, and he is a little hesitant to decide whether to fight or flee.
At this moment, Mobei Li Ying slowly stretched out his left hand, ready to tear off the blindfold covering his left eye.
(End of chapter)