Psychics don't die from gunfire

Otolo opened his five fingers, and a massive hurricane gathered and solidified into an extremely long sword blade.

This sword is more than two meters long. It is obviously made of hurricane winds, but the blade has no vivid color. Instead, it is full of rock-like gray-brown, cold and solid.

The man grabbed the long sword. The tip of the sword first dropped to the ground, then slowly rose up, pointing towards Song Shi in front of him.

Otolo said simply and concisely: "Come."

Song Shi grinned, and Chongqi appeared in his hand.

It can be seen that Song Shi's appearance has also changed.

His eyes were pure red gold, with only the deepest pupil holding up a line of dark glass, embellishing the only remaining color.

The ends of her hair were lengthened a little, almost hanging down on her shoulders. The molten iron-like gold color started from the roots and dyed all the hair.

Song Shi's shirt was burned away, and was replaced by his naked upper body, which was burning with a huge amount of red gold light. Just looking at it directly for a moment made people feel like they were about to be burned up.

Immediately, these red-gold rays of light burst out and expanded inch by inch, and a giant statue of flames that was exactly the same as Song Shi, but dozens of times larger, rose from the sea of ​​clouds.

——Psychic skills·[Zhenhuang].

This giant statue is so eye-catching, but it cannot conceal the brilliance of Song Shi. When anyone looks at the sky, the first thing they look at is the figure under the giant statue. The young man stood in the guard of the endless sea of ​​fire, just like the immortal gods in the old legends of the Eastern Continent.

"The total amount of psychic energy reserves has increased approximately a hundred times?"

Song Shi took the time to calculate and found that his total psychic energy reserve was much stronger than twenty minutes ago, and was undoubtedly much higher than the peak of the third ring.

Psychic Skills·[Zhenhuang] is already known for its majestic power, which greatly enhances the psionic reserve, and he has broken through the fourth ring, shattered himself and recast himself, and the transformation brought about by [Sublimation] is also It's extremely terrifying.

What's more, he chose to "completely crush" without leaving any room.

Combining the two, even if you are just entering the fourth ring, your psychic energy reserves will be abundant.

At least, Otolo, who is also [Dayuan] and is silent and ready to go, is obviously not as good as him.

But that's nothing.

In a real duel, the total amount of psychic energy reserves is only one of the factors that determine victory, defeat, and life and death. It cannot be said to be unimportant, but there are many things as important as this thing, such as combat consciousness, combat skills, toughness, endurance, Psychic skills, psychological state, environment, and even a little bit of luck, all added together, is the real fighting.

In past battles, those psyker opponents who were defeated instantly by one move had their psychic energy reserves far from exhausted, and they even died cleanly just after they started.

If you do it purely depends on the total energy reserve.

Back then, when he faced Emmanuel Groden, who ruled the City of Light, he had incomplete singularity technology, the [Vacuum Zero Point Energy Engine], and his energy was endless.

He should have bowed his head immediately on the spot and become a glorious Fubo energy person after marrying someone, oh, most likely several beautiful Groden girls.

Then, the giant image in the clouds, or "Dharma", moved.

After Song Shi took out the heavy sword, a burning fire knife also appeared in the hands of the Dharma Prime Minister. The red-gold flame was a hundred meters long. Even if he didn't wave it, sparks would fall out every moment, and then suddenly Broken into little sparks.

The Dharma Prime Minister waved his flames.

The sky suddenly parted.

Then the sea of ​​clouds rolled back, and a line of flame spread for thousands of meters. Wherever it passed, the atmosphere was burned out. As far as the eye could see, it seemed as if a gap had been cut in the sky, and golden blood flowed out.

"It's okay." Song Shi appreciated the scene: "It's enough."

There are thousands of kinds of Dharma signs and abilities, but almost all Dharma signs must contain an effect, which is a wide-area enhancement of spiritual energy.

If we talk about it in game terms, even the most common flat A can be compared to AOE skills under normal conditions.

Yes, such a powerful destructive power does not come without a price. This makes maintaining the Dharma very expensive. Therefore, when a psyker summons the Dharma, it often means that it will go all out to deal with the enemy as soon as possible——

"Fortunately, I have a lot more psychic powers."

The simple evaluation session was over, and Song Shi rubbed his shoulders at the end.

"It would be nice to be a little more luxurious."

The next moment, Song Shi and Fa Zhi disappeared from the same spot, dragging the flame front of the flowing fire and slashing forward boldly!

There was no need to aim. The attack, driven by the Dharma, covered a radius of several hundred meters centered on Otolo.

A strong wind rose.

Witnessing the slash that filled his field of vision, Otolo raised his long sword. With this movement, an uncountable amount of air flow tore through the sky, all rushing towards Yan Feng. With a heart-wrenching sound of shattering, he struck hard. He stood up and fell down!

"——It's a little hard."

Song Shi carried the weight of the sword, recalling the feeling of slashing it up, hard and cold. These strong winds had no sparse and soft nature. They were obviously invisible airflows, but they gave him the feeling of an indestructible wind-eroded rock wall.

"In my memory, I have only seen such wind in the wasteland." Song Shi grabbed a handful with his free hand and felt the touch of his fingertips: "Self-created psychic skills?"

".Your Excellency, Border Patrol Inspector."

The wind carried Otoro's deep voice.

"The life of a ranger is far less elegant than most people think. The strong wind at night can blow off a person's cheek until only the bones are left, and even chew the prosthetic limb to pieces, and you won't even spit out a bit of bone."

"I have been a ranger for fourteen years, patrolling the territory, Your Excellency." Otto Lupine raised his sword and stated calmly: "Psychic skills, [Wind of the Wasteland]."

"Is this really the image?"

Song Shi knew clearly that the natural disasters that ravaged the wasteland from time to time were more terrifying than many people imagined. For example, the most common storms, those atmospheric jets carrying gravel at several times the speed of sound, were enough to cut off special alloys.

Once a storm rolls up, even elite troops with full equipment will be afraid and unwilling to plunge into it.

After such an experience, it is no wonder that these spiritual winds are so cold and fierce.

"My problem." Song Shi praised sincerely: "I shouldn't do any testing sessions."

After Otolo finished speaking a few words, he fell silent again. When he heard Song Shi's words, he just held the sword firmly, like a piece of wind-eroded rock that had stood in the wilderness for thousands of years.

Song Shi didn't pay attention, he just closed his eyes and slowly opened them.

At this moment, Otolo's pupils reflected the bright sunlight.

Deep in the endless ocean of flames, a red-gold sun rises, with fire liquid flowing on its surface. Every second it falls into the sea of ​​fire, and every second, new fire liquid flows on the sun's disc. Burning and overflowing.

Finally, the sun disc rose to the extreme and was fixed directly above the Dharma image.

Psychic Arts.

——[天日].