Psychics don't die from gunfire

Whether it was the gale or the arrows, in the center of this hurricane, a huge fiery hole with a diameter of several thousand meters was melted out.

——Wide-area offensive?

With a vast spiritual energy reserve that was dozens of times greater than that of normal psychics of the same level, Song Shi was best at wide-area offensive!

Not to mention, the blessing brought by [Heavenly Sun] made every inch and every wisp of spiritual energy that constituted this wide-area offensive so hot that it was unprecedented and so scorching that it made people palpitate.

Facing the overwhelming rain of arrows, Song Shi responded with a fire that connected the sky and the earth, and forcibly pierced through the former.

There was no need to speak. Otoro was neither sad nor happy. He just took a breath and slashed out with another sword. The originally dissipated gale suddenly found its backbone. With the long sword as the center, it entangled a spiral storm of hundreds of meters, breaking the sea of ​​fire that was rushing towards him with a devouring force.

The effect was not great. The Storm Sword did tear apart a part of the sea of ​​fire, but the flames were too many, too fierce, and too intense. Almost the next moment, more flames rushed up again, making the former like snow meeting the first sun, decaying and melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But it didn't matter. Ottoro's attack was not for killing power.

As the Storm Sword rotated at super high speed, the turbulent airflow under the previous attack quickly gathered, and the wind raged in the sky again!

Song Shi naturally would not give a chance. He ignited the burning heavy killing every moment, brewing the power of destruction, and instantly penetrated the momentum of the wind and blasted the man.

The wind wall was deadlocked for a short moment, and then it was declared broken. Ottoro groaned, and took advantage of this moment to retreat thousands of meters to avoid a direct slash.

For psychics of this level, especially [Dayuan], the offensive of both sides is not limited to an inch or a foot, but often covers hundreds of meters. Even though Otoro had made adequate preparations, he still suffered some damage from the aftermath of the attack.

It can be seen that the man's meticulously combed hair has become messy since the start of the battle. His white shirt has been burned with large and small black gaps, and the burn marks on his body can be vaguely seen.

Then, just as the last attack ended, Song Shi rushed up again.

The sharp blade condensed by the airflow collided with the sea of ​​fire. In a breath, there were thousands of collisions. As the speed of the wind increased, Otoro's figure was not even enough to be described as "blurred". It was like a flash of frame extraction, appearing anywhere in the wind circle at any time.

These gusts were also the result of his laying out the field, a kind of field of his own. Moving in it, the man was like a fish in water, faster and less consuming.

Too tricky.

Maintaining high-speed maneuvers to avoid direct damage, Otoro made a judgment in his heart at the same time.

That calm state of mind could not help but ripple slightly at this moment.

Both sides skipped the probing phase and went all out. With this ultra-high intensity, they have been fighting hard until now. They have been feeling increasingly tired, and their psychic reserves have declined significantly, but the opponent is not affected at all. It seems that the psychic energy has not been exhausted, and it is unbridled.

It is not a bloated shell with nothing on the surface.

Under the majestic psychic energy, the control skills are also exquisite and perfect. His combat skills honed from his 14-year career as a ranger are good, but in this fight, they are gradually not enough.

And adaptability.

It is only the beginning of the fourth ring [sublimation], but except for the short and obscure at the beginning, the opponent's state is rapidly rising. Indistinctly, it is even more free-spirited than him, a psychic who has been immersed in the fourth ring for six years and has obtained three psychic skills.

In fact, it is not like adaptation, but more like retrieving the original things.

——No wonder the clan leader chose him as a patrol inspector.

Otoro closed his eyes, his figure blurred for a moment, and appeared thousands of meters away along with the flow of the wind.

He opened his eyes again, his pupils returned to iron-like indifference, and his turbulent mood was smoothed out like a mirror again.

If you look down from a higher place, you can clearly see that the storm and the sea of ​​fire that initially formed a confrontation and divided the sky have gradually become a new situation now.

The brilliant red gold continued to engulf the wind, causing the raging storm to curl up a little bit, and in this way that cannot be tricked, it compressed Otoro's activity environment little by little.

Once the high mobility is lost. No, it should be said that once one side of the [Dayuan] civil war loses in the field, then his defeat is basically visible.

As his thoughts flew, Otoro's hands did not stop, and a highly condensed thousand-meter wind sword slashed out diagonally on his head.

Against the wind sword, Song Shi in the distance paused for a moment, and avoided the sword under the burst of [Chongxiao], and switched from close combat to long-range combat, and added a fire magma rain.

High speed, high speed, and high speed.

Most people who looked up could not see through the curtain of raging wind and sea of ​​fire, and the few who barely let their eyes see through could only see two tracks that cut through the sky and turned wildly.

Like a child holding a ballpoint pen and scribbling on paper, these two crazy collisions of light left a series of crisscrossing tracks, almost cutting the sky and making it a mess.

The once magnificent Dharma image, at the moment, also had a lot of damage, not cuts and scratches, [Wild Earth Wind] with unparalleled violence, forcibly smashed part of the [True Glory] Dharma image, making it bumpy.

Even Song Shi couldn't heal such an injury quickly - the Dharma was an extension of the self, and the damage it sustained would inevitably affect Song Shi.

It doesn't matter.

There are obviously signs of damage and disintegration, but this statue of burning flames is emitting a more intense divine light than when it was intact. The sea of ​​fire surging around it emits a more terrifying heat than at first.

【天日】 is still hanging high!

Song Shi felt that every part of his body was burning. As the sky made his spiritual energy stronger and stronger, it also made his load continue to rise. If it continued like this, it would not be surprising if it burned out.

The wind suddenly began to shrink.

It gave up its original form of continuing to withstand the expansion of the fire. The atmospheric circulation that tore up the sky suddenly collapsed inward, suddenly forming a spherical cyclone with a radius of several thousand meters, completely covering Otoro inside.

The sea of ​​fire moved up, greedily licking the vacated area. The blessings from [Liaoyuan], [Scorched Earth] and [Rendering] allowed it to penetrate even the slightest crack like a tarsal maggot——

A hand as big as a mountain suppressed the fire.

As if the huge spherical cyclone could no longer bear it, it suddenly began to break and disintegrate. The giant hand made of pure wind was the first to break the cyclone shell, followed by the second, third, and fourth. A hand, like a majestic existence like a mythical Titan, revealed its body at this moment, occupying the sky.

This is a statue that is several thousand meters tall, barely humanoid, and composed of pure storms, with an erratic and vague outline.

It stretched out four arms, one pair of which suffocated the fire, and in the other pair, a thousand-meter-long storm sword slowly took shape.

Looking down at the dust below.

Compared with the wind in the wasteland, what really remains fresh in the man's memory and never dares to forget are the natural disasters caused by extreme weather.

He consulted the archives and engraved this spiritual skill with the ritual of facing the natural disaster. In a sense, this was his dharma.

Psychic Arts.

——[Natural disaster manifested].