Psychics don't die from gunfire

"Song Shi went in."

"Oh, they are chatting, I can't hear anything for the time being."

"Good! Finally finished chatting! I smell the smell of psychic energy!"

Awa Kuin squatted at the door, swinging his huge dragon tail back and forth, hitting the floor with a crackling sound.

The middle-aged man in black armor couldn't help but cough: "You"

"Don't tell me you're not curious."

Awa Kuin turned his head: "If you didn't want to see, you would have left long ago."

The middle-aged man could only keep silent.

The steel door leading directly into the dome was indeed closed, but Awa Kuin's "seeing" was naturally not with his eyes. As the fifth ring of [Transcendence], its perception was enough to depict the general scene inside through the door.

"Officially start!"

"Wow, such a fierce psychic flame, the quality is so high? The spread is also unstoppable. It's a pity that it will suffer."

Awa Kuin sighed repeatedly.

"It's hard to say what else he can do, but how can he win against Siniti in terms of momentum?"

"Sure enough, here it comes! The victory of heaven! Oh, it really reminds me of those old times."

The half-dragon man shouted and chattered.

"Changed his Dharma form? So decisive, but he was suppressed again."

"No, Siniti is still better in martial arts. Tsk, Siniti just suppressed him with such a fierce attack."

".He is adapting."

A low voice interrupted.

Awa Kuin turned around and saw that the man had put on his helmet again, with complete armor, and his expression could not be seen.

"Song Shi is adapting little by little, have you noticed? His Majesty's attack is not so suffocating for him."

"I know." Awa Kuin's expression became more serious: "But it's not enough. Adaptation, progress, catching up, and even surpassing, do you know how long the distance is."

As he was speaking, Awa Kuin's tone suddenly changed.

"Siniti is getting serious!"

"Your Majesty, you are getting interested."

"Wow!" Awa Kui closed his eyes and opened them after a few seconds: "It's terrible."

"Song Shi still has the strength to fight." The concentrating man calmly pointed this out: "He held on and is still looking for a chance to counterattack."

"What a good move!"

Awa Kui became more and more interested and praised: "Huai Jie and Chong Xiao, if they can be used to this extent, 99% of the so-called strong men will be defeated."

"But Your Majesty is a strong man beyond the category of 'strong men'."

"It's not over yet, keep watching!"

Almost at the same time, at the other end of the distance.

The man who was explaining to Wang Chenlie and He Xian what to do after leaving suddenly stopped. He raised his head and looked to the south after a few seconds.

"Grand Marshal?"

"The throne has taken action." The man said.

"Huh?!"

Female voice.

"It's the 'Victory'." The man stood with his hands behind his back, as if carefully evaluating: "Well, the energy level is not high, and there is no intention to hide it deliberately. Is she trying her hand?"

After a few more breaths, the man nodded: "I know, it's Song Shi."

"Ah?!"

A male voice.

The things on the other side are too far away, and it is difficult for the parties involved to know, at least Song Shi is like this. He can't hear the shouts of the half-dragons and the evaluation of the man. In the eyes of the young man, there is only the outline in front of him.

"Self-immolation" has begun.

A steady stream of new power is pouring into Song Shi, and the blessing from the high-hanging [Heavenly Sun] makes "Self-immolation" reach an unprecedented level.

-"Self-immolation" is to burn oneself in exchange for the dazzling flames when the firewood burns in one breath.

-[Heavenly Sun] is to ignite the holder constantly, so that its spiritual energy strength continues to "heat up", burning the enemy or burning oneself.

The two blessings of similar nature are in a spiral, and from the collision between each other, a more severe load bursts out.

And power.

But Song Shi had no time to care.

[Evil Flame] must be driven by hatred and murderous intent. He let it rage wildly, and the dark flames intensified and soared wildly, just to exchange for the killing power that could destroy anything.

The black flames pierced the earth.

This time, the main attack was Song Shi!

"Vicious, angry." Isidore swept the halberd, still a skillful and concise method, holding a thousand pounds of power in one: "This is the psychic skill you created. I like it."

There was a loud explosion. Since the beginning of the battle, the halberd, which had been as unshakable as a towering mountain, showed a tendency to retreat for the first time. Dragging the heavy murder that shocked the black flames, with the killing power driven to the extreme, it pressed Isidore head-on.

The two sides no longer used the sound of air vibration to transmit information, the spiritual connection, and the words were directly imprinted into each other's hearts.

No reply.

Song Shi must invest every bit and every inch of his heart and drive everything to perform his moves. "Self-immolation" has a load, [Heavenly Sun] has a load, and [Huoyan]'s violent killing intent also has a load.

In the worst case, the psychic will be driven by the "killing intent", lose his self, and only know how to kill.

One after another, the psychic skills are intertwined, and under the terrifying load, they are exchanged for more terrifying power.

No longer a trick, no longer a maneuver, and no longer a risky move, the raging Huoyan swirls wildly, and now, Song Shi has suppressed Isidore without a doubt! Every second is dozens or even hundreds of collisions, and Chongshi and Yueji are in conflict, suppressing the latter again and again.

Attack and defense change positions.

But it's not enough.

——It’s still not enough!

At first, Isidore could suppress me but couldn’t defeat me. So at this moment, even if I suppressed him, how could I expect to win like this!

The towering mountains collapsed bit by bit, and the broken rocks and sand fell off. What appeared in Song Shi’s perception was a piece of unshakable and indestructible diamond rock without the outer shell of the mountain.

This last shackle seemed to be stronger than all the previous ones. The distance was just a few inches, but it was like a natural moat.

I couldn’t get in.

Song Shi felt as if he had been separated into two beings. His instincts and body were running. The black flames were leaping like they had life, flowing through his body. In a thousandth or hundredth of a second, with the roar of the sharp blade, he struggled to climb towards the natural moat ahead.

Song Shi thought that he shouldn’t be distracted, but his consciousness was out of control and floated out inexplicably. He took a breath in silence, and thought quietly for a breath, and found that he had been distracted a long time ago.

In the fierce battle till now, I have already used all my means and changed my fighting style by dozens of times. I have used burning techniques, blasting my mind with flames, and using dangerous moves. I have even used violent head-on attacks. But now, if I can still say that there are winners and losers in the local confrontations, then the overall situation is gradually declining.

Yes, with the blessing of "self-immolation", I am still getting stronger every moment, and my spiritual energy is becoming more and more violent, but even the most rampant burning will eventually end. Song Shi can feel that his limit is about to be reached. The peak of the mountain is approaching.

Once you exceed that peak, your state will decline.

——How can you win?