I seem to be an evil god

Liu Dao's sweat was seen by others, and the professionals all breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that it would be difficult to drag Modre into the illusion, which was good news.

However, Liu Dao was thinking about another problem. From the time he practiced the "Code of Demon Hunting", to later "Shadow Thorn Dragon Hand", "Deep Rainbow Breathing", etc., Liu Dao realized that his qualifications seemed to be Not very good, even worse than the average person.

Just like this time of condensing the spirit puncture properties, in the professional records, the problem of how to drag people into the subconscious is described in detail. The subsequent realization and sacrifice are briefly mentioned. Obviously, the latter two problems are not a trouble for ordinary people.

These are also reflected in other exercises. In the practice experience recorded in the exercises, Liu Dao vaguely came to the conclusion that his qualifications were poor based on his own specific data. After that, Liu Dao left these behind and concentrated on thinking about corpses. , now that cultivation is put on the agenda again, we have to face this severe difficulty.

Looking at Modre who was still swinging his sword, Liu Dao secretly frowned. He had not yet felt the realization, but Modre's mental resistance was becoming more and more intense, and the subconscious killer maintained by Liu Dao was already a little unstable.

break!

Modre suddenly roared, raising the sword in his hand, flames blazing.

Liu Dao frowned, and the movements in his subconscious had been reflected on Modre's body, which meant that Modre was beginning to break free from the influence of the subconscious killer.

After a few minutes, the legendary enlightenment Liu Dao still didn't feel it, but the subconscious killer was already shaky.

A silent wave appeared in the sea of ​​subconsciousness. Modre opened his eyes and stared at Liu Dao seriously.

"You're fine."

The next moment, Modre drew his sword and struck out. The sword was invincible and unstoppable.

Liu Dao dodged a sword, and the blazing fire on the blade burned his clothes to black. Liu Dao glanced at his shoulder, which had mostly burned away, and shook his head secretly.

Ordinary clothes are of too low quality for him. He needs a high-level creature with leather to tan the inner armor. It would be best if there is a dragon.

Here, Modre's offensive continued. He knew that his body was very tired and he would definitely lose if he didn't fight quickly.

The injury to his left hand affected his performance, and the impact was spreading throughout his body. He didn't have much time left.

Liu Dao dodged the slashing sword again, and the sword blade with the lingering light of fire passed by Liu Dao's eyes. Modre's angry figure struck behind the sword light. Liu Dao seized the opportunity and struck out with another subconscious killer.

ah!

Modre screamed and was hit twice in a row. He had some resistance to the subconscious killer. Unfortunately, a little resistance could not allow him to resist the subconscious killer. Instead, it caused severe pain due to mental stimulation.

Modre became quiet, and Liu Dao walked away, circling around Modre.

Realization, realization, where is it? Falling to the ground What is realization?

Liu Dao's spirit sensed it over and over again, but the light group that suddenly appeared in the record just didn't appear, and Liu Dao had nothing to do.

Low qualifications, long time, this is the rule, and it does not change due to strength.

Liu Dao circled the ring, and the professionals in the audience were worried. Just now, Modre made a strong attack. They thought Liu Dao's illusion could no longer be released. Now that Modre has calmed down again, for them, Not good news.

About ten minutes later, Liu Dao still had not found any realization. However, Modre's left arm deteriorated again, and the dryness and atrophy had spread to the middle of the upper arm.

Under the ring, the soldier in charge frowned and called the soldiers on the side to convey a message.

Although Lancelot's reputation was strong, it would not stop other professionals from taking action just because of his reputation. The main reason why the others were timid was that Lancelot was resting in the camp.

The sword master was injured in a previous battle and was weak and needed to recover. At this time, all the masters in the camp went out to gather resources. Currently, Lancelot was the strongest in the entire camp.

Modred is injured, and the officer in charge must deliver a message to Lancelot.

Bang!

Lancelot came very quickly. He jumped directly from where he was, using the power of the flames to fly across the low altitude, and landed on the side of the ring like a phoenix falling to the ground.

The soldier next to him took a look and secretly said something was wrong.

Lancelot's expression did not look calm.

The soldier captain looked at Liu Dao, secretly regretting that this illusionist was going to be in big trouble.

"stop!"

As soon as Lancelot landed, he immediately saw Liu Dao studying Modre like a monkey. The great swordsman directly unsheathed his sword and raised his hand to release a sword energy.

The technique of sword energy can be used at all levels, but by default, the sword energy released by the master level is called sword energy. There is no other reason. After mastering authority, every move of the master level can bring the power of authority. The power of any attack is greatly enhanced.

There is a little fire hidden in Lancelot's sword energy, full of the power of flame and light. If you are hit by this sword energy in the front, you will be bombarded by extreme light and heat, just like the sun shining from high altitude, unable to Avoid, don't look directly.

boom!

Lancelot's sword energy stopped in mid-air and was blocked by a sudden barrier. The sword energy and the barrier clashed for a while. Finally, the sword energy was exhausted and the barrier did not move at all.

Lancelot gritted his teeth. The sudden appearance of the barrier showed some problems. The professionals who fought against his disciples also had teachers behind them.

"Which friend made the move? Can you show up to see me?"

Lancelot looked around carefully, "My disciple is the only one left, Modre. I have no intention of interfering with the normal duel. I just want to surrender on behalf of Modre and treat his injuries."

Lancelot shouted three times in a row, but there was still no movement. The magic barrier was still suspended in mid-air, like an insurmountable mountain.

The old mage hiding in the dark smiled bitterly. Without Liu Dao's order, how could he dare to cancel the barrier? Lancelot yelled at him, which was of course in vain.

The old mage thought of his disciple and couldn't help but send a message to Liu Dao.

"Gaia, why don't you let him out."

"Don't interrupt, I'm doing business."

Liu Dao canceled his connection with the old mage, and when Modre was released, who could he study? The realization of spiritual puncture was still not there.

The old mage had no choice but to hide in the dark and say nothing. As time passed, Modre's shoulders began to shrink, and Lancelot looked anxious.

Under the ring, other professionals looked at each other, all a little happy.

Lancelot's dominance has not lasted for a day or two. Whenever there is any benefit, Lancelot will always fight for Modre. As vested interests, these professionals are very unhappy with Modre who often involves third parties.

Now that Lancelot has provoked a powerful enemy, the professionals not only have no sympathy for the shrinking Modre, but also hope that Modre can be controlled as long as possible.

Who told you to act so domineeringly and attack the professionals who are fighting? Haha, you have offended someone else's master, you deserve it!

The professionals secretly rejoiced, and Lancelot's expression became increasingly gloomy.

Modre is his only disciple, and it will take who knows how much time to train him again, so he must not make any mistakes.

Suddenly, Lancelot slashed out three swords, not towards the ring, but towards the professionals who were watching.

Three sword marks formed a shrinking flame array, surrounding everyone.

"If you don't stop, don't blame me for being cruel!"