Fairy, Please Let Me Explain

The blade of light passed, but the boy's huge head showed no sign of falling off the body. The cut that appeared was quickly healed by the wisps of black air.

Xu Yuan was not surprised at all.

This boundless pale space was essentially the embodiment of the cultivation of both parties. Since it was cultivation, there was naturally no fatal injury such as the head and heart.

There was only one way to kill the other party, which was to completely break up the other party's body.

When Xu Yuan slashed down just now, as the black air diffused into the surrounding space, Mu Nuo's huge and majestic body became slightly smaller, but it was almost undetectable.

This was actually quite unfair.

According to the difference in size between the two sides,

Xu Yuan would have to slash many times to devour Mu Nuo, and Mu Nuo would probably only need one deliberate punch to annihilate him.

If he hit him, he would die on the spot.

In other words, if Xu Yuan wanted to survive, he had to be unscathed.

Xu Yuan was not sure about this.

In "Cangyuan", he could pass quickly without injury because he could memorize the skills of the boss, but there are too many variables in reality.

There are ways to deal with it.

As a space where cultivation can be manifested, cultivation can manifest almost everything.

If Xu Yuan wanted to, he could even use the power of the saint in the pattern to manifest the mecha of his previous life to wrap and protect his body, and have a hand-to-hand fight with Mu Nuo.

But after carefully considering the pros and cons, Xu Yuan gave up this idea.

Although this method can improve fault tolerance, it is a complete slow death compared to Mu Nuo in a war of attrition.

The wall-hanging beast opposite not only swallowed his mother, but also swallowed the power bank ancient beast father. The power of the saint is exaggerated to be as deep as an ocean.

There may be less than one hundredth of it in the ancient willow pattern.

If he wants to kill this kid alive,

then he can only dance on the tip of the knife.

While thinking,

small crystal mirrors appeared around Xu Yuan without any warning. Mu Nuo raised his hand and touched the incision on his neck that had been healed, and said:

"Xu Changtian, the gap between us is too big, and your struggle is in vain."

After the words fell,

countless crystal silk threads suddenly emerged from the mirror and shot towards Xu Yuan's body as fast as lightning!

With his pupils flashing quickly, Xu Yuan instantly captured the origin of all the silk threads.

One hundred and thirty-two, blocking almost all his ways. If he wanted to break through, he had to use the pattern to cut through the three above his right arm and break through.

Cultivating combat qualities allowed Xu Yuan to make a judgment in an instant, but just when he was about to act, some inexplicable information suddenly appeared in his mind.

When the silk threads passed through the body, the thread body would further split and shoot out hundreds of silk threads like flower stems and thorns.

There was no time to wonder where this information came from, nor was it possible to change his mind in this lightning moment, let alone believe this inexplicable information.

A three-foot sword with a radiant light condensed in Xu Yuan's hand in an instant, and the sword light flowed in the air, drawing a brilliant light, and the silk threads broke and the mirrors shattered wherever it went.

But just when Xu Yuan was about to break through the silk prison, just like the information flashed in his mind, the silk threads that brushed against his body suddenly bloomed again.

"Dang——"

The crisp sound of metal clashing came.

And in the middle of this sound,

a crystal sea of ​​silk thorns had already submerged Xu Yuan's figure.

However, if you look closely, the young man in the brocade robe did not suffer any substantial damage, and those crystal silk threads that were about to hit his body were accurately blocked by a layer of fine light shield.

Densely packed, there are hundreds of them.

Having survived a disaster, Xu Yuan did not look lucky at all. He looked around the sea of ​​thorns where he was trapped, and the dark light ball that the boy's fingertips had pointed at him. Xu Yuan's eyes suddenly showed a strangeness.

That strange information came again.

This black light ball was not a direct means of attack. It would split into thousands of streams of light during the shooting process and sweep across the sea of ​​thorns where he was, forming a spherical cage to completely trap him in it.

What is this information?

Doubts passed through his heart. Although he still did not believe this inexplicable information, with the lessons learned from the past, Xu Yuan did not sit and wait for death.

The next moment,

A sky-sweeping sword light bloomed from it.

The giant sword blade penetrated through the sea of ​​thorns and pierced the wrist of the giant boy without bias!

Xu Yuan, who was still trapped in the sea of ​​thorns and could not move, immediately grasped it in the air.

The giant blade was ordered to turn over, and Mu Nuo was almost cut off by the blade after being stabbed in the wrist. At this moment, the black ball on Mu Nuo's fingertips had completed the accumulation of power and shot out instantly.

It was just that because Xu Yuan condensed the sword blade, the direction of the black ball's shooting was slightly offset.

However, this did not prevent the information that emerged in his mind from being fulfilled again.

After a breath, the black ball dispersed into countless streams of light that were about to weave a prison.

Seeing this scene, Xu Yuan no longer hesitated.

The small light shields that resisted the power of the silk thread exploded one after another, creating a gap for an instant to escape. Taking advantage of this, Xu Yuan's body was almost like a shuttle, and he escaped from the coverage of the streamer prison in an instant.

Standing hundreds of feet away, Xu Yuan looked at the giant light blade that was still inserted in Mu Nuo's wrist. When he hesitated whether to cut it off completely to see the effect, he suddenly felt a huge stagnation from it.

The cut and turned wrist was forcibly dragging the light blade to turn back little by little.

Mu Nuo was forcibly using the Holy Source to repair his torso.

And at the same time,

The inexplicable information appeared in Xu Yuan's mind for the third time.

It couldn't stop the blade. If he wanted to forcibly cut off his wrist, he would have to let the entire palm turn into a prison to cover him the moment it separated from his body.

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Seeing this, Xu Yuan had no intention of wrestling with him and simply dispersed the condensed giant sword.

Mu Nuo's wrist healed again.

The two sides stood apart from each other again.

In this first trial, Xu Yuan knew that he had failed.

The essence of this battle is to fight the Holy Source.

Judging from the consumption of both sides, Xu Yuan, who is on the defensive side, is much lower than Mu Nuo, but he cannot stand up to the filial son on the opposite side who has the legacy left by his parents.

This level of exchange is simply not cost-effective for Xu Yuan.

between looking at each other,

The young man who was as small as an earthworm suddenly showed a smile to the young man who was like an ancient giant.

The techniques shown by both parties just now are the most essential means of manipulating energy, but Mu Nuo should not have such fighting talent, nor should he have such a clear on-the-spot purpose.

This idiot kid was able to figure out the best way to play for him in the first place.

Confining him within a certain space, and constantly strengthening the prison with his own overwhelming holy source, compressing his living space, leaving him with no room for maneuver.

And this mode of thinking,

Almost the same as him!

Xu Yuan glanced past Mu Nuo and looked at the space under his feet.

Boundless and empty, pale without any color.

Previously, Xu Yuan always felt that the space under his feet should be the connection between himself and Mu Nuo's spirit, but now all signs indicate that this inference is wrong.

If it were a spiritual connection, Mu Nuo would not be able to be wiped out by the Tianmen Sword Intention, and it would also be impossible to seize his body.

When that inexplicable reminder came to his mind three times, Xu Yuan was almost certain that this space was not a spiritual connection, but an unknown place in his body.

Thinking of this,

Xu Yuan suddenly turned to Mu Nuo with a strange look in his eyes.

Mu Nuo can resurrect others through soul marks, and naturally can also simulate the corresponding character's thinking mode through soul marks. If you want to simulate his thinking mode, then this space.

"Is it my soul mark?"