Psychics don't die from gunfire

The remaining 19 fire seeds were extinguished at the same time, and the majestic flames of disaster surrounded the psychic like a planetary belt.

The "quantity" of psychic energy has never represented the true killing power.

The raindrops sliding over the bamboo joints and the roaring river waves, admittedly, have a huge difference in their destructive power, but in the final analysis, they can't break metal. When the "quantity" reaches a certain limit, its "quality" tends to a marginal attenuation line.

This is also the reason why Song Shi never tries to blast 28 fire seeds in one breath.

I have made an assessment myself. If it is used for a single attack and only seeks to enhance the pure killing power, each additional fire seed can enhance it. With my current strength, the critical point of this enhancement is 10 seeds. Above this, the additional fire seeds will only increase the range of destruction, and the killing power will be negligible.

But this can't blast the opponent.

Therefore, we must go all out and exceed the critical point.

It was as if an endless flame of disaster rose up. It was a vast spiritual energy that surprised Isidore. With the constant blessing of [Heavenly Sun], they have now reached an unprecedentedly strong state. In the usual context, a "determined" person will burn through his mind and collapse his consciousness into ashes if he is stained with a trace of it.

Even Song Shi himself is not immune to this.

It can be regarded as a two-way rush.

Before he really reached the "top of the mountain", Song Shi only maintained a small, central point of his true self, allowing the violent and rampant killing intent to fill his mind, releasing the blockade of the flame of disaster, and actively pushing it to the extreme.

The vast spiritual energy transformed from a full nineteen fire seeds rushed into the "sun" dragged out by Chongshi.

The killing power was more terrible than ever before. As Song Shi exhausted all his means, the idea he envisioned truly condensed into a definite entity. Even though Chongshi was shaking in sorrow, and the rolling flames of disaster seemed to melt Song Shi, even this all-out killing power could only last for a short moment.

But killing only takes such a short moment.

The ultimate peak, the ultimate killing power.

Time became quiet, the endless river slowed down silently, and then froze the invisible ice.

The only thing left between heaven and earth was the dark sun that was overflowing with violence and destructive power.

If Song Shi had been a little more thoughtful during this gap, he would have noticed Isidore's face.

The corners of her mouth rose unconsciously, and the woman's eyes showed undisguised appreciation, and her praise was filled with materialized brilliance. Her pupils reflected the increasingly approaching dark sun, but what really appeared in her eyes was only the young man's appearance on the verge of fragmentation.

Then Isidore moved.

Like a skillful dance, the halberd first turned between the five fingers, then grabbed it and chopped it from the bottom to the setting sun falling from the sky. Six, seven, or ten? Multiple psychic skills worked together to produce a frightening light.

If the sun evolved by Song Shi was a mighty and desperate gamble, then Isidore's style inherited her previous style. From the deepest part of the external brilliant light, it was pure and straight power.

Because it was pure, it was indestructible, and because it was straight, it was unstoppable.

Chong Shi collided with the halberd, and even the latter could not bear the extreme killing power. He trembled and seemed to want to stay away from this battlefield. The dark sun sank little by little, and the halberd of fierce light was pressed down inch by inch, almost touching the tip of the woman's nose.

Isidore loosened his hand holding the halberd.

It's time.

Even though Song Shi was concentrating, he could not see clearly what happened at that moment. He only saw what happened in the next moment.

That well-proportioned and powerful hand clenched its five fingers.

The long-accumulated move was played out in the most leisurely manner.

So, the heavy murder.

shattered.

In the slowly spurting fragments, the leisurely punch hit the sun straight, and the latter made a deadly whine. At the same time, Isidore's five fingers and arms, the skin melted silently, the killing power never stopped, deeply imprinted into the bone marrow, and even rushed into the limbs and bones, destroying the whole body.

But this punch did not waver at all, and the remaining fist shape was still straight.

It shattered the heavy murder and pierced the sun. From then on, there was no obstruction, and it accurately pierced Song Shi's heart.

It's time.

Isidore suddenly raised his eyes, but before that, Song Shi's figure blurred for a moment.

No, it was not blurry. It was the overly powerful spiritual energy, like the huge gravitational source pulling the stars, which caused the distortion of perception.

Those wailing and blasted into debris, all solidified and collapsed towards Isidore who was almost close to them.

It was stronger and shorter than the attack of the 19 fire seeds. Under the unimaginable pressure of the attack, it transformed again, surpassing the extreme and peak spiritual energy, and condensed into a thin line of fire marks.

It was gone in an instant.

In less than one thousandth of a second, the fire mark dissipated.

Isidore looked at the place where the fire mark dissipated, and after a long time, her eyes moved to the floor. The spotless ground reflected the woman's face and the silver-gray hair that suddenly lost a section of her right ear.

After a long while, the woman chuckled.

"Huh, you learn quickly."

No reply.

Song Shi lowered his head, and his expression could not be seen clearly. His breath was so weak that he could not hear it even if it was close to his ear.

Isidore took back his bloody right hand, and Song Shi fell to the ground with a plop, and the red-gold slurry was boiling and burning tirelessly.

She didn't take it seriously either. She first restored her hand to its original appearance, swatted away the evil flame that had swallowed up most of her body, then knelt down and snapped her fingers at the young man.

Song Shi opened his eyes.

I saw a cold woman.

He subconsciously vomited blood, but he didn't expect that he didn't cough up much after vomiting twice.

"It's been fixed a little bit," Isidore said.

The brief sense of clarity brought about by waking up disappeared, and the deep pain suddenly came back.

Song Shi tried to sit up, but found that it was more comfortable to lie down. He subconsciously looked down and saw that it was very good. The big hole on the left side of his chest was still open, spewing plasma and sparks outward, like a dying volcano.

"Why haven't you fixed this area?"

As soon as the words came out, they were so hoarse that even Song Shi was startled. A sharp tearing pain came from his throat. It was like eating a bag of red hot coals alive. It should be the sequelae of the previous series of blessings that reached the limit. It was probably that his throat was burned through. .

"Do your own thing."

Isidore glanced at the big hole in his chest. The heart that had been punctured before was actually intact. No, this new heart seemed to have been pinched out of a pile of minced meat. It looked crude and shaky: "I'm hanging on to your life." It’s okay, you’ll have to take care of the injuries behind you.”

"That's okay"

Song Shi grinned. Against the backdrop of the burnt features and wisps of misfortune, the smile looked a little too horrible to look at. The only thing that cannot be dimmed is the joy in this smile.

"How?" he said cheerfully.

"Hmm, it's unexpected." Isidore's brows were smooth, and his tone did not fluctuate at all, and he said frankly: "I have deceived you."

"There is no way. After much thought, this is the only possibility of victory."

Although his condition was extremely poor, he had allowed the opponent to stabilize his attack after all, and he would not be dead for a while. Song Shi was very interested, and his words were impatient.

"It doesn't matter whether it's heaven or 'self-immolation', including the blessing of nineteen fire seeds. At the moment when the state is at its peak, use all the killing power." Song Shi said smoothly: "But even with such a move, I I’m still not sure I’ll hit you, I’m probably 30% sure at most.”

"And your chance is only this one blow." Isidore nodded.

"Yes, only the moment you reach the peak is valuable. Going forward, even if I can maintain this peak for a while, the threat will be much lower, let alone winning through it."

"So there must be a second strike." Song Shi's brows were filled with explicit joy: "If the first strike can win, naturally it's best. If not, then I have to bet on the second strike. It's just my first strike. It means making a desperate move without leaving any room, if you are prepared for the second blow."

Song Shi shrugged: "First of all, the killing power of the first strike will inevitably be affected and cannot reach the extreme. Secondly, I'm afraid I can't hide this hidden intention from you."

If it were the initial confrontation, intentions such as hidden moves could be concealed, but in the final stage, with such an intense collision, the minds of both sides were almost entangled, the energy and energy were mixed, and it was difficult to make any changes. Outwit your opponents.

What's more, Isidore's combat experience and awareness are so terrifying. In this case, it is almost impossible to hide the idea of ​​"betting on the second strike".

"Throw yourself into death and live again."

Compared with the indifferent expression on his face, Isidore actually showed great patience. He not only listened to the young man's story, but also provided timely support.

"That's right, put yourself to death and survive."

Song Shi raised his face happily: "My limit has been reached. In the situation just now, if I want to go further, I must have external force to push me."

A series of blessings such as "self-immolation" can make a ball of firewood burn vigorously, but no matter how much it burns, there is a limit. If a gust of wind rushes in, the flame will exceed its limit and surge in an instant.

"You must have heard of the revolving lantern, right? I completely suppressed the idea of ​​'betting on the second hit' in my subconscious, so that I could hit the first hit with all my heart. But once the first hit failed, nothing happened. There is no doubt that I must have been defeated by you. Then the moment I was on the verge of death, this thought would emerge from my subconscious."

"Death can make people burst into unprecedented strength. This is a widely circulated truth." Song Shi said with emotion: "I have indeed reached the peak, but after being punched by you and dying, a new one appeared on the top of the mountain. The ladder, I just need to grab it at that moment."

Isidore had already sorted out the whole picture, and his expression remained unchanged.

After the final punch penetrated the first blow, Song Shi's reaction was indeed beyond her expectation. Her final consciousness, which was fixed at the moment of death, affected the surrounding spiritual energy that had been blasted away and was not threatening.

Facing Isidore's powerful punch, they fell apart, but they were also transformed like sand after heavy pressure and compaction.

The new peak at the moment of death and the new spiritual energy of transformation.

The second strike was far less powerful than the first strike. The only thing worthy of praise was its "quality" that exceeded the limit.

If the first strike is to polish the divine weapon to the extreme, then the second strike is to abandon the rest, the edge of the divine weapon. Short, fragile, delicate, and sharp beyond imagination.

Before Isidore could react, he broke through her defense. The ends of the hair can be cut off. The rest can naturally be cut off as well.

"——Do you see clearly now?" Isidore spoke again.

There was no immediate answer.

Song Shi closed his eyes and pondered for a while before opening them again.

Although from a pessimistic point of view, he bet his chance of victory on the second strike, but the first strike still used all his strength. It was undoubtedly the pinnacle move, and its killing power was unbelievable.

As a result, with such a move, he was punched in the face by the opponent - at that moment, he didn't even understand what happened.

"I can only say that I have figured it out a little bit."

As he spoke, Song Shi couldn't help but fall into thinking again. After a few minutes, he came back to his senses and finally spoke formally.

"This punch is extremely powerful. It is indeed of an incredible level. But whether it is martial arts, energy operation or other aspects, let's not talk about whether I can reproduce it. At least it is still in the level that I can see and see. Understand the scope.”

Song Shi's speech was not too fast: "If that's all, I'm 60%, no, 70% sure that I can beat you with the first blow, or the bottom line is evenly matched."

"But there is a 'thing' that I can't understand, attached to this punch. According to my current judgment, it should be some kind of spiritual power involving cause and effect? ​​You anchored the result of victory, and this punch is what gets you there.”

"Although it's not a hit, it's not far off." After hearing this, Isidore said something in the style of Eastern China.

She didn't stand up and looked at the young man lying on the ground: "As a reward to the younger generation, do you think you win?"

Song Shi stared at the woman. After a long time, the young man suddenly relaxed and sighed deeply.

"If I hadn't made a mistake, you didn't seem to have any murderous intention during this whole scene."

"Hmph." The corners of Isidore's mouth curved slightly: "Why would I want to kill?"

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"Disappointed?"

"Disappointed? How is that possible?"

The stable injury gradually showed signs of shaking again. This time, Song Shi successfully coughed up blood, but there was only joy from the bottom of his heart on the young man's face.

Song Shi coughed up blood, looking up with blood-burning eyes, and bright fire ignited in his pupils: "This shows that I can indeed go one step further!"

"Do you want to continue to be my patrol patrol?"

Isidore raised his index finger, slender and powerful.

"Haha." Song Shi smiled: "What do you think?"

The index finger was placed between the eyebrows and poked.

The huge trauma of dying finally broke out. The young man's body became limp, his head tilted, and he fell into a coma.

"Not a good boy."