Psychics don't die from gunfire

The blue dragon was undulating in the sea. Its huge body didn't even need to attack actively. Every time it surged, it would break large pieces of flames, but in the next moment, more flames would come and hit it again.

Under the dual effects of [Embers] and [Rendering], it had obvious injuries, large pieces of scales peeled off, and cracks appeared on its majestic body condensed by the Nanming Lihuo. Even if a certain healing psychic skill continued to play a role and healed its injuries, the balance of the battle was still sliding towards the unfavorable end.

The blue dragon roared to the sky and tried to take off again.

But in the iron-like clanging and trembling, the chains extending from the sea of ​​fire bound it tightly, and it was difficult to break free even if it struggled hard - with the "raw materials" provided by the sea of ​​fire that had completed the laying, [Forging Flame] could continuously create "chains" made of flames to continue to bind.

In the distance, its owner slowly relaxed his brows and did not look at the bound blue dragon.

The man just stepped forward and swept out a line of sword light again.

The engulfing flames cracked a gap, then split into two, and then there was a crisp and slight shattering sound, and the red crystals rising from the scorched earth shattered.

In front of this sword edge composed of extremely condensed Nanming Lihuo, which was in a nearly "pure white" form, all obstacles were like scraps of paper and not worth mentioning.

——Until this moment.

Facing the sword edge that destroyed everything, in the fragmented flames, Song Shi did not retreat but advanced!

The man looked on indifferently, the sword light bloomed, the pure white sword edge twisted and turned, cut through the sea of ​​fire, and slashed towards the opponent-except for the initial "Canglong", he did not show any of the common magnificent momentum of [Dayuan].

There was no grand layout, no wanton wielding of the power of Dayuan.

From beginning to end, the man just held the sword and slashed.

This pure and simple power, under his control, became the Lihuo Divine Edge that could urge everything at this moment.

In the next moment.

This line of sword was completely blocked for the first time.

——That was the red-gold blaze of "Heavy Killing"!

At the moment of the collision, the air paused for a moment, and then it sunk deeply. The sunken area suddenly expanded, completely clearing the nearby sea of ​​fire and creating a huge "vacuum".

No, it was not a complete "vacuum".

At this moment, the man's expression changed for the first time since the start of the war. A little surprise emerged from his brows. His black pupils reflected the scene in front of him - the flame curtain that seemed to burn the sky and boil the sea, rising into the sky behind Song Shi at this moment!

The huge impact of the collision between the sword and heavy killing had no effect on this flame curtain that covered the sky and the sun?

"Nothing can be burned, and nothing can be accelerated. This form of Nanming Lihuo is strong."

The sword light swept across, stirring up a large winding crack in the flame curtain, but the latter seemed to have no effect at all, and it was still surging and boiling.

Wrapped in this panic flame curtain, Chongshi slashed out, forcing the sword light that had been rampant to finally evade.

"But this is not something that the second ring can perform. With your exquisite realm, you forced this "pure white" form by completely concentrating and condensing the Nanming Lihuo——"

Chongshi slashed again and advanced again.

"The price you paid was that you consumed almost all of the Nanming Lihuo. You only maintained a "line" of divine edge, not voluntarily, but only like this——you no longer have more Nanming Lihuo."

The line of divine edge crisscrossed, and the sword light dragged out a very eye-catching pure white flow mark.

It was still unstoppable, even in the face of Song Shi's spiritual energy flame, it could be easily cut open.

But that was all.

Every time a piece of flame curtain was chopped and collapsed, more flame curtains would fill the gap in the next moment, and even turned into a more turbulent flame, devouring the enemy.

In the raging sea of ​​fire, Song Shi slashed out with a knife, but was pushed back by the sword light. The man indifferently splashed the divine edge and built a nine-foot sword circle. Anything close would be instantly crushed into dust.

"How can a mere 'line' cut through my 'great trend'?"

Song Shi was laughing.

He laughed heartily.

"—— So, you will lose!"

Facing the divine edge and the nine-foot sword circle, Song Shi no longer evaded at all. He went against the trend - no, at this moment, the opponent was the real "against the trend"!

The tearing of the sword light, the expansion of the prairie fire, the tumbling of the blue dragon

These things that should have been enough to affect the battle situation, at this moment, all lost their color.

—— The real power has never been intact.

As long as the will to control it is not broken, then even if it is riddled with holes and shaky, this trend can still be called "Xuanhe Shenwei"!

Finally, during the slash of Zizhongshi, the flame curtain and the sword enclosure touched.

It was not a simple "slash", but what the sword enclosure faced at this moment was a natural disaster that covered the sky and the sun - it was not aimed at the destruction of a certain individual, but a trend that would burn the sky and boil the sea and encompass the four fields and eight wildernesses.

Nine feet, disintegrated.

Eight feet, burned out.

Seven feet, shattered.

This space belonging to the Tao path was briefly lit up, pure white and red gold, two completely different colors blended together, and soon turned into a purer color.

The brilliant red gold submerged everything.

I don't know how long it took, maybe only a moment.

When the burning wind finally took a breath and began to sweep again, Song Shi stood in front of the man in the center of the gradually fading sea of ​​fire.

The man's expression was still indifferent. He lowered his head and glanced at the cuts on his chest and abdomen.

After a long time, the man nodded slightly and let go of his hand. The divine sword that had long been unable to maintain could not wait to jump out, and a line of disintegration, becoming scattered fire.

The blue dragon in the distance roared unwillingly, but could not defy the will of its master and also dissipated.

Song Shi looked at the other party quietly.

The man put the long sword that had lost the divine sword blessing back into the scabbard, tidied his clothes, pulled a green jade pendant from his waist, and handed it over. When the other party took it, he took a step back and bowed.

There was no word. The next moment, the man raised his head indifferently, and his body turned into a stream of light and rose into the sky.

Song Shi also raised his head. In the endless night sky, a star in the east flickered slightly.

When he saw the star, the jade pendant in his hand became warm and hot.

The next moment, whether it was the night sky, the sea of ​​stars, or the jade pendant, everything began to tremble and then collapsed.

An obvious sense of weightlessness came, dragging the consciousness of the person. The huge gravity from reality, with a gentle and unquestionable attitude, brought back its child.

Song Shi slowly opened his eyes.

He was still sitting on the chair, and Cha Keluo opposite him was still smiling. Everything that happened not long ago seemed like a dream, giving people a clear sense of disharmony.

"What was the result?" Cha Keluo asked.

Song Shi raised his head and stared at the ceiling. After a while, he looked at the man.

"It's in my hands, everything is under control."