Psychics don't die from gunfire

The flames of disaster condensed into a vast sea. Even if the range was intentionally narrowed to increase the intensity, it still raged for several kilometers. Even if a cargo ship of hundreds of thousands of tons fell into it, it would be eaten away and melted in a few breaths.

Isidore was not afraid at all.

The victory of the sky and the waving halberd formed a round and self-consistent "field", which was not large, limited to seven feet around the body. Such a field resisted all attacks, and the surging black fire and frantic slashing could not break through.

Song Shi was like a strong man trying to break a strong bow. He held his breath and exerted force over and over again. His knuckles holding the bow were white, the bowstring was slowly tightened, and the bow was slowly bent, but he still had a distance to break it completely.

But his strength had reached the limit.

"Well. There are many things to praise."

Between Isidore's eyebrows, an inverted triangle silver pattern appeared at some point. It was a spiritual skill she used to stabilize her mind. The silver inverted triangle was stained with a layer of deep black. It was obviously not without any impact after being bombarded by such a strong [Disaster Flame], but it was also far from being completely soaked.

"The martial arts are proficient and self-contained." The halberd swept across the flames, turned to one side, and steadily caught the next attack without leaving any flaws: "The will is consistent and not moved by other things."

"The combination of psychic skills fits itself, circulates and complements, and interweaves and proliferates."

In the defensive stage, Isidore's method of swinging the halberd did not change much. It was not a gentle differentiation and dissipation of force, nor was it an indestructible head-on collision. She just accurately captured the most appropriate time and used the most appropriate psychic energy.

"Better than these, you have done 'yourself'."

It was Isidore who was at a disadvantage in the situation, but the woman performed so easily. The halberd and the flames collided brazenly, and her plain voice sounded between the gaps of broken sparks.

"Whether it's martial arts or psychic skills, even willpower can be honed and tempered. But even if you give others the same psychic power, they will never be able to do what you do."

It should be some kind of "comparative" psychic skill. Maybe failure is the mother of victory. At this time, Isidore's psychic power is still increasing little by little, chasing after Song Shi, who is advancing rapidly and surpassing himself.

This increase speed is not as fast and strong as "Self-immolation", but it is more stable.

"It is 'Song Shi' that controls these, not these that constitute 'Song Shi'."

——The peak is coming!

Song Shi has no time to care about the other party's words.

After a series of blessings until now, the fierceness and burning of Huo Yan have even reached the point where he himself can't help but marvel. If it were the battlefield against Otoro that day, in this state, he could even let the opponent not even have time to use [Natural Disaster Manifestation], and he would be killed to ashes head-on.

But still, he can't win!

After this series of enhancements, the peak that I can reach is about to be reached.

This level of confrontation involves an adaptation problem. Every time my spiritual power goes a step further, Isidore will first fall into a short disadvantage, and then adapt to this new intensity of power in an instant, so that the situation can be stabilized again.

I am getting stronger every moment, and the opponent is also adapting more every moment.

Song Shi has no doubt that when I cross the peak and start to go downhill. Even if the spiritual power has not declined much, there may be only a slight difference, but the opponent can turn the situation upside down, switch offense and defense, and blast myself into a place of no return in one breath.

I can understand Lu Danshu's mood a little bit.

Song Shi thought.

In the confrontation in this life, the opponent has been suppressing me, and the exquisite boxing skills have created a shocking momentum, and once beat my posture to the point of being on the verge of collapse, but in the end, this on the verge of collapse is only a look of "on the verge of collapse". The great momentum of the evolution of the furnace of heaven and earth burned the opponent's pure martial body.

And at this moment.

Isidore's defensive posture was not even on the verge of collapse, at most it was a little messy.

Even though he was still getting stronger, the observation of [Liuliguan] and the intuition born from countless battles became stronger and stronger, and the heart-pounding sense of crisis gradually increased. Isidore was accumulating something. A move that could win the game in one fell swoop.

Either a final blow or patience.

——While he was still looking for a chance to win, the opponent had already raised two keys to victory.

Boom!

The heavy murder fell on his head, and the halberd was just right. The strong aftermath spread violently, causing waves of water satin-like ripples in the sea of ​​fire.

Isidore's hair fluttered in the wind, dancing in disorder, her mouth was cold, and only her eyes were shining brighter. The halberd as tall as a person seemed to be nothing in his hand. Only when it blocked the flames would it reveal its shocking power.

The two sides became a series of blurred shadows, galloping in the dark fire, and everything rolled up and down wherever they passed.

It is said that when the sun jumped out of the vast sea of ​​clouds and climbed to the top of the mountain, the golden clouds were scattered, and everything in the world would be covered with brilliant light. At that time, the climber standing on the top of the mountain was the person closest to the sun in the world at that moment.

Isidore had seen the sunrise, and he had seen the sunrise in many places.

The people of Wuzong were keen on improvising poems at that moment, and then quickly turned from literary battles to physical battles. The Axiom Army would check the weather in advance, and if there was heavy fog the next day, they would fire fog cannons overnight. As for Haita Trade, unless Isidore said "I want to be alone for a while", those people in suits and leather shoes would find the best angle, take a photo and carefully cut out a "CEO Sun Viewing Picture" to promote their work.

But no sunrise is as decisive as this one.

The perception and vision of the psychic's eyes reflected this scene at the same time. A "sun" burning with black flames rose up, without the warmth that nurtured all things, only pure destruction.

The tiny cracks filled with disaster flames covered the body of the young man, and the porcelain that would disintegrate if touched lightly was as hard as glass.

Reborn to this moment, Song Shi had never felt so good before, and the boiling blood and fire were going to burn his whole body, including his soul. But from this horrible burning pain of burning blood and marrow, an indescribable pleasure was brewed.

The climber reached the top of the mountain.

At the moment of stepping on the top, the sun rose at the same time.

All the spiritual energy gathered, the flowing disaster flames, the brewing disaster, everything between heaven and earth was stripped of color, and the chaotic world was left with only two colors that were still shining.

Enveloped in a dark sun, Heavy Killing fell towards another color.

Like the sun, gamble everything.