Chapter Seventy-Three: The Method of Drawing Wages from the Bottom of the Cauldron
Yangmu Dao people are still weak in the end. The fireball at the beginning actually hurt the Yangmu Dao people a lot, if according to the power just now condensed into a larger wind blade at this time, the Yang Mu Dao people really didn't have much confidence to be able to pass it head-on.
His "Wind Resisting Technique" was not originally a trick that was good at head-on bombardment, in case that kid from the Qinglan Sect was specialized in this aspect, then he would have planted it.
Just don't do it and kill it before he finishes the move. Although his own galloping attack has not yet been fully formed, it should still be a lot higher than him in terms of completion.
With a little caution from the Yangmu Daoist, the majestic storm swept towards Luo Gan with thunder.
"I'll go, this Yangmu Daoist is too shameless, and Senior Brother's moves haven't been completed yet. Mu Wen scolded when he saw Yangmu Daoren making a move in advance.
But Hao Lei didn't even pay attention to him this time. Originally, everyone is the enemy, and this is not a competition between the same sect, do people still have to wait for you to complete the move? Naturally, you choose the most beneficial way for yourself.
"Don't be nervous, I see that Senior Brother Luo Gan's expression doesn't seem to have changed, it should still be fine. Jiang Xiaoya saw that Mu Wen was scolding, more nervous than Luo Gan himself, and she really couldn't cry or laugh.
So is Luo Gan really like Jiang Xiaoya said at this time, is there nothing wrong? Of course, no.
I have to say that Yangmu Daoren is worthy of being a veteran monk, and he seized the opportunity very well. The power of the wind blade, which has only been condensed for such a while, is really not the opponent of Yangmu Daoren's wind galloping attack, and it is impossible to give up this move and dodge it now. Not to mention that it is impossible to dodge such a wide range of spells in such a small space, it is unrealistic to forcibly dissipate the wind blade that has been condensed to such an extent.
Although there was no expression on Rogan's face, he was actually nervous to death in his heart. This is not the same competition as Huo Sili's time, but the people of Yangmu Dao have the intention of killing them. If he is defeated, it will be difficult for him to turn the tables according to the experience of Yangmu Daoren, and at that time, there will only be a dead end.
But the solution is not impossible, after all, Rogan has a powerful divine sense that far surpasses everyone else. In the eyes of others, there was only a strong storm in front of them, and it was really difficult to find the Yangmu Dao people hiding in the storm. But in Luo Gan's opinion, the figure of Yangmu Dao was as conspicuous as a firefly in the night, and no matter how he changed his position in the storm, he could not escape the capture of Luo Gan's divine sense.
There is no way around this, who would have thought that a monk who has not yet understood the pulse can already be compared to the Jindan monk in terms of divine consciousness.
Although it is a way to draw salary from the bottom of the kettle, now Rogan can only take one risk, and the chance of winning against himself head-on is zero. But as long as he hits Yangmu Daoren himself at one time in the storm, this storm will naturally dissipate, and he also has a great advantage, that is, Yangmu Daoren doesn't know how powerful his divine sense is, and he definitely can't guess that he can see through his figure.
The storm is getting closer, and Rogan is no longer using his magic to strengthen his wind blade. On the contrary, the wind blade is getting smaller and smaller, and it gradually becomes the size of only about one person, and Luo Gan is tightly wrapped in it. Now Luo Gan's energy is all focused on compressing the wind blade and chasing the figure of Yangmu Daoren.
On one side is a storm comparable to a natural wind, and on the other side is a man-sized wind blade. Not a monk would have thought that this Wind Blade had a chance to win, and even the few people who had been very confident in Luo Gan were a little worried at this time.
Cao Wan'er is the closest to Luo Gan, and her feelings are also the strongest. Although she was not as powerful as Luo Gan's completely frontal assault, Cao Wan'er could still feel the power of the wind and thunder more than the others.
And the process of Luo Gan's wind blade changing from big to small Cao Wan'er is even more visible, if it weren't for the fear that something would go wrong with Luo Gan, Cao Wan'er really wanted to ask Luo Gan if he had given up the confrontation and was now just thinking about saving his life?
Hao Lei also felt the process of Luo Gan's wind blade gradually becoming smaller, and couldn't help but open her eyes. Could it be that the Yangmu Dao people seized the opportunity? Senior brother, don't let us down.
Mu Wen, Rogan's number one fan, was even more anxious at this time, only hating himself for being lowly and having just broken through for a long time, and now he wants to help but can't do anything. The corners of his anxious mouth were bitten by himself, and he didn't know it.
Jiang Xiaoya was not as worried as they were at this time. It's not that it's because everyone is not from the same sect, because now everyone is a grasshopper on a rope, if Luo Gan can't stop them, she herself will definitely not be able to escape the pursuit of Yangmu Daoren. The key is that Jiang Xiaoya's own cultivation is low, even Luo Gan, a guy who only uses spiritual power to disguise, is a lot higher than her cultivation, and now she can't withstand the pressure of Yangmu Daoren's move at all, so she can only support it the side.
Originally, if someone noticed her, they would still have blocked the aftermath for her, but everyone's attention was on Rogan at this time, and they just ignored her. At this time, Jiang Xiaoya became miserable, after all, even the aftermath was not acceptable to her. Instead of worrying about Luo Gan, she only hoped that Yangmu Daoren's moves could end sooner, otherwise she might become a poor worm who died under the aftermath.
The storm and the wind blade collided together, and the powerful force shook Cao Wan'er's small tower from side to side. Slowly, the stamina of the wind blade gradually became insufficient, and little by little it was 'swallowed' by the storm.
"Hahaha, little brother, it seems that the power of your move is not good. If you don't do something, you're going to be finished. Yangmu Daoren felt that the overall situation had been decided, and couldn't help but say something teasing.
"Why are you so shameless, you old fellow, didn't you suddenly launch it while my senior brother was condensing his moves?
"Excuse me, maybe I didn't notice. Yangmu Daoren was not angry at all, he just thought that Mu Wen's angry appearance was funny.
"You" looked at the shameless appearance of Yangmu Daoren, and Mu Wen was so angry that he didn't know what to say.
"Hey, Yangmu Dao people. Rogan's voice came through the storm, "Did I tell you just now?" It is good for a monk to have self-confidence. But don't be overconfident. ”
With a burst of airflow, Luo Gan, who was carrying the wind blade, slammed into Yangmu Daoren's body like a bolt of lightning.