About the story of a brave man being a potato for a thousand years and then the world was destroyed

He didn't dare to be hit by that sword move easily, as it could devour his body directly.

He was not in the desert now, and he didn't know what would happen if the sand in this body was consumed.

At the same time, Yain and others had just moved to a relatively safe place outside the battlefield.

Bumijak had to be rescued, and Yain was now out of magic power and couldn't help, so he could only worry at the side.

"We have to destroy his sword," Yayin said, "The power of that sword is too incompatible with Liu Ji."

"No way, are you really thinking about defeating Wang Qi?" Mo Wente was surprised, "Let's go find Carly quickly. When we are ready, we should send a signal to the uncle to take us away."

"Run? Don't be silly, do you think we can still run away?" Yayin asserted firmly, "The premise of running away is that he doesn't target us, but now his target is Liu Ji and me."

"This..." Mo Wente opened his mouth, and finally could only burst out a swear word, "Fuck, what the hell."

Yayin didn't say anything, but silently took out a bottle of magic potion and drank it.

Mo Wente was flustered, and so was she.

Defeat Wang Qi? In the past, she didn't even dare to think about it.

But things have come to this point, fear and complaining are meaningless.

While drinking the potion, she carefully observed the battlefield above.

Although it is unknown to what extent Liu Ji can do, it seems that they may not have no way to break the deadlock.

As long as the sword is destroyed...

Is there any way...

Is there any way...

Bang!

The potion bottle in Yayin's hand fell to the ground.

"Mo Wente," she turned her head suddenly and pulled Mo Wente, "Take me to where you buy the knife! Right now! As fast as possible!"

123. As long as you can hit a punch, you won't miss a punch

Liu Ji felt a little painful.

Although he practiced boxing and kicking for more than ten days, it was only for more than ten days.

To say that he was a 3-legged cat was flattering him. Facing the man in front of him, he felt clumsy like a turtle with only one leg.

He wanted to give him a solid punch, but the other party didn't give him the opportunity at all. No matter which direction he appeared from, the other party could always detect it at the first time, and then swing the knife to fight back, which made him very annoyed.

As a result, from beginning to end, except for the punch that hit him at the beginning, he never touched this guy's body again, but the sand on his body was cut off by two taels.

But Liu Ji couldn't use much strength in the first punch because his upper and lower body were separated.

He felt a little regretful.

If he had known that it would be so difficult to punch him, Liu Ji should have tried to give him a hard punch with the first punch.

Liu Ji was anxious here, but the Wang Qi on the opposite side looked calm.

Liu Ji's fighting moves were too amateurish, and he had no pressure at all to deal with it.

The hunters' arrows and spears on the ground were like drizzle to him, and had no effect at all.

He didn't even bother to look at them.

The paladin and summoner on the side were a little annoying, but they couldn't cause any substantial damage to him.

He was not anxious at all. If he continued to fight like this, these people would always reveal flaws due to accumulated fatigue, and he would definitely win in the end.

He shattered the sudden attack of the holy light with one sword, blew away the magic bullets with his backhand, and slashed with the reverse blade, forcing Liu Ji to retreat again.

"Don't struggle anymore, you have no chance of winning."

His hoarse voice proclaimed the prophecy of victory.

"Instead of wasting time with me, why not die quickly?"

Liu Ji ignored him, but flashed and appeared from the side of the man, close to the man's body, and hit his waist with a hook.

"Ridiculous," the man sneered, moved back half a step, and slashed with his backhand, forcing Liu Ji to dodge again.

However, this time, Liu Ji appeared behind the man.

Unfortunately, his fist was still too slow. The man's figure flashed forward a distance in the air like teleportation, easily dodging his sneak attack this time, and forced him to dodge again with two backhand swords.

"Tsk, annoying, can't you let me hit you?" Liu Ji complained with a frown.

"Oh, then how about you let me hit you with two swords first?" The man waved his heavy sword and waved away all the harassment attacks from Jon Snow and the hunters.

"If it's just two swords, it's not impossible," Liu Ji said, "but I don't believe you, so let me hit you with one punch first?"

"Do you think I will believe you?" The man sneered.

"Of course not, how can a good young man like me lie to you," Liu Ji grinned, "Look, you can't hit me now, and I can't hit you, why don't you consider taking a punch from me? How about it as an investment?"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense," the man obviously didn't buy it, "The move just now is a bit interesting, you try it more, maybe you can hit me?"

"Oh, really," Liu Ji's mouth twitched, "You can find a chance to hit me if you try a few more times?"

The attack method just now was also something he had just thought of, but when he used it, he found that it was more dangerous than he imagined.

If his second dodge was predicted, he might not have time to react and be hit by two swords directly.

After all, he was still a rookie with too little practical experience. Fighting with such a seasoned fighter, Liu Ji felt like a fighting game rookie who could only throw light punches and heavy kicks, fighting against a professional player.

At this moment, the man spoke again.

"Hey, have you rested enough?" He said, and raised his long sword again, "I've let you attack for so many rounds, it's almost my turn, right?"

"What..." Liu Ji was shocked.

However, the next moment, the man's figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Liu Ji just wanted to dodge, but he felt that the man in front of him seemed to skip frames. In a blink of an eye, the long sword had already cut through his body.

Liu Ji could feel that he lost at least half a pound with this knife.

"Damn..." Liu Ji quickly dodged and retreated, but who knew that the man suddenly caught up with him like a maggot on his tarsal bone, and slashed at him with another sword.

Liu Ji was so scared that his hair stood on end, and he instantly split himself into two halves, and only then did he barely avoid this slash.

"Oh? Interesting," the man chuckled, "Then, how about this move."

He turned his body, and instantly split several phantoms in the air, rushing towards Liu Ji who had just dodged from all directions.

Liu Ji did not dare to delay, and dodged several times in a blink of an eye, turning and moving in the air, barely avoiding the man's slashes again and again.

But the opponent's speed and experience were much higher than his, and he could cut off two taels of sand from him with a sword from time to time.

Liu Ji was entangled by him tightly, and he also became ruthless, resisting the sword, trying to punch the man in exchange for injury.

However, the opponent just turned around slightly and easily dodged his attack, and also cut off another half a pound of sand from him with a cross slash.

"Damn it!" Liu Ji cursed inwardly, and had no choice but to start running away madly again.

"No, if this goes on, the sand on his body will be exhausted sooner or later," Jon Snow, who was standing by, also had a gloomy face, "We have to consider other ways."

"What way?" asked Xi Luo, who was standing by, "Another phase storm?"

"Good idea, but the problem is..." Jon Snow glanced at the ground, "Where the hell did Ya Yin go at this time?"

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"Bang!"

The old craftsman brought a basin of metal fragments that looked like slag from a failed smelting process to the table.

"Although it was refined according to your requirements, but," the old craftsman scratched his head, "this method of directly melting it and pouring it into the water... To be honest, this is just a basin of scrap iron, is it really useful?"

"Enough, what I want is this metal itself," Ya Yin said, holding up the basin of metal, taking a deep breath, calling out the little magic power she had just recovered, and chanting softly.

Accompanied by the sound of a fast and light spell, this pile of metal slag suddenly floated up, constantly rotating in the air, and began to collide and rub against each other.

"Hey, mountain copper grinding..." The old craftsman looked at the floating metal and was a little surprised, "I thought this magic had been lost."

"Ah? No way," Mo Wente on the side was a little surprised, "This spell is... uh, I mean, it's quite common in my hometown?"

"Really? Then maybe there is a mountain copper mine in your hometown," the old craftsman shrugged, "Anyway, in most places, since the mountain copper purchase boom three hundred years ago, because the mountain copper on the market is basically gone, basically no one can use it, and most craftsmen in most places don't know this."

"Mountain copper purchase boom?" Mo Wente was stunned, "Who is so generous that he can buy out this thing?"

"Who knows, it is said that the foreign wizard master, I don't know what to do with so much mountain copper," the old craftsman said casually, "Not only mountain copper, but also mithril and fine gold."

"Mage..." Mo Wente touched his chin.

As for this matter... maybe I can only ask the old man later to see if he knows anything.

While the two were talking, the metal in the basin had been ground into a pile of metal powder by Yain.

Yain put the powder back into the basin, then elbowed Mowente and said anxiously: "Don't dawdle! Take me back now! Fly as high as possible! Quick!"

124. Sand mixed with Jin Ke La, one punch can be as good as two punches

Above the battlefield, two figures are crossing at high speed.

Since the King's Cavalry began to attack, the battle here is completely beyond the hunters' ability to intervene. Snow and Wedge can still provide some support, but the effect is very limited.

At this time, Liu Ji's body seems to be smaller than before, and it feels like it has dropped from about 1.8 meters to 1.75 meters.

Although it is only five centimeters, this is not a simple decrease in height, but an overall reduction. The loss of gravel is actually quite a lot.

However, shrinking the body is not all bad.

It was not known whether it was because the energy in his body became more concentrated after his body was reduced in size, or simply because his body was reduced in size and he could control it more flexibly. In short, Liu Ji gradually began to adapt to the opponent's attack rhythm.

The opponent's ability was very strong, and Liu Ji naturally could not see through the principle, but he lived in an era of literary and artistic works in his previous life. He had a lot of cloud abilities, and he could guess it almost accurately.

In his opinion, the opponent's ability was mostly related to space, and it seemed that he could twist and fold space.

For example, when he drew his sword, he could fold or twist the slashing path.

In this way, his strange slashing path and the instantaneous slashing that seemed to be frame-drawing could all be explained.

And his unreasonable speed could also be applied to it.

After assuming the opponent's ability, Liu Ji finally discovered one of the limitations of his opponent's ability at the cost of two kilograms of sand.

That is, the slash that can devour his body can only be used with the instant slash that seems to fold the space, and cannot be used with another slash that can make the slash path twisted.

This is very important.

After understanding this, if Liu Ji wants to avoid the opponent's slash, he only needs to predict the opponent's slash direction in advance, and then split himself in advance to avoid the opponent's slash.

Fortunately, he has been practicing water magic before.

And splitting a ball of water into eighteen pieces in an instant is the basis of water control.

Unfortunately, the opponent's fighting skills are ultimately more than one level higher than Liu Ji.

The king rider soon noticed that Liu Ji adapted to his attack rhythm.

"Good fighting talent, but unfortunately, it's still too tender..."

The hoarse voice was smiling, and the words were full of sarcasm.

Then, he started with another vertical slash.

Liu Ji instantly split himself from the middle, trying to avoid this sword.

However, this was just a small feint.

The sword tip was tilted, changing from vertical to oblique, and a cassock slash directly cut across half of Liu Ji's body, taking away another two taels of sand.

Liu Ji was startled and quickly pulled back.

However, Wang Qi would not let Liu Ji have his way, and chased Liu Ji like a shadow and slashed him continuously.

The slash was no longer as straight as it was at the beginning, but a mixture of real and fake, feints, fake moves, fake moves, and changes of moves, etc., like a show of skills.

Liu Ji tried his best to dodge, but he was still chased and embarrassed. On average, he would be hit by one sword for every two swords he dodged, and the situation became even worse than at the beginning.

At this moment, Liu Ji truly felt what pure skill crushing was.