"One." Wu moved half a step back and turned his body sideways. This seemingly insignificant movement turned the bald head's surprise attack into invisible. He took advantage of the opportunity to draw his sword, but took the lead.
The bald head was not surprised, he knew that the little trick of shooting cold arrows was meaningless in front of superpowers, it was just a way for him to announce the start of the battle.
"Poisonous fangs—chaotic!" Hundreds of thousands of emerald green rays of light burst out from between his fingers, each of which was like a small snake, twisting and running in the air. The speed is extremely fast and there is no trace.
Luo Yi retreated a few steps, and the dark fire stick rolled out several stick flowers in front of him, and the green light deflected away when it touched the spiritual power on the stick.
And Wu was more direct, he stood motionless on the spot, allowing the fangs to attack him, but he was unscathed, and all those attacks passed by him, even if a fang passed by his Adam's apple, He never lifted an eyelid.
"Two." The moment he said this word, Wu's figure disappeared from everyone's eyes. He was so fast that no one could catch his movements. But speed alone may not be able to win, the bald head grinned sinisterly, and bursts of green light began to glow all over his body.
His defensive method was obviously very effective, and Five appeared in his field of vision again, with a sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword was pressed against the bald man's forehead.
The bald head said proudly: "That's right, you also know that I can't touch it now."
Luo Yi at the side saw the clues. The bald man's spiritual power was very strange. Even when it was condensed into a light shape for defense, it was still highly poisonous and corrosive. Presumably, if one's own weapon or body hit the green light, not only would it not be able to break through the spiritual wall, it would be more likely to suffer backlash.
But... five, not Luo Yi.
Those prisoners and beasts that Luo Yi regarded as powerful and dangerous had been killed by Wu a dozen times just now, and they were all done with a wave of his hand. Even if it is calculated by analogy, Wu's strength is much higher than Luo Yi's, which is simply unimaginable.
The bald head gave Luo Yi the feeling that he was a formidable enemy, but Wu gave him the feeling that he was a terrifying god who was out of reach. Therefore, Luo Yi quickly made a very correct judgment: If Wu really stabbed with his sword, there would be no defense or backlash at all, and there would be only one result - a clean break.
Luo Yi smiled, he began to understand why Shi Hu had followed him faithfully for so many years. Everyone needs a god, an object of worship. Because only in this way can you learn to be in awe and realize your own insignificance. This is man, without worship, one cannot live.
Wu snorted coldly, and he didn't bother to explain to the bald head that he didn't stab him because he was afraid of killing the opponent directly. He just continued to calculate the trick: "Three."
The sword aura spread out, just like the bald fangs, these sword auras were aimless strikes, but the bald head had to remove the green light defense to avoid these messy attacks. Obviously, when defending, his speed is not fast enough to avoid those sword qi.
The moment the green light on his body disappeared, Wu's figure disappeared from his eyes again. It seems that all of this is calculated, and the plot has long been doomed.
After the bald head suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, the whole person fell into a semi-conscious state, and a big mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. However, his will was firm, and he did not lose consciousness after all. With a sudden force on his knees, he jumped forward for a certain distance, and he suffered a lot of injuries from the scattered sword energy, but this was compared with the punch behind him. It doesn't seem like a big deal, the most urgent task at this moment is to get rid of the threat behind him, and then use the Poison Spirit Wall to defend again.
It was actually a very ordinary punch just now, and Wu used his left hand to strike casually, not to mention any moves, but this is for him, and in the eyes of others, it can basically be regarded as a poisonous hand...
"Four moves, is that enough?" Wu Bian said as he raised his sword, pointing the blade in the direction of the bald head.
The bald head spat out the blood foam in his mouth, and suddenly roared, his spiritual power suddenly increased, and he opened his mouth wide and sprayed out a green light sphere: "It's just the beginning..."
After landing, the ball of light shook a few times, the light faded, and turned into a semi-solid sphere. After a few seconds, it began to change again. The limbs and head gradually formed, and the volume became larger and larger, and finally turned into a A giant green lion with a height of two meters.
"This poisonous beast is something I have studied here for many years and condensed with my own spiritual power. It is infinitely powerful and full of highly poisonous spiritual power. Do you think you still have a chance of winning?"
Wu's sword was still held flat, and he said expressionlessly: "Five."
He should have slashed with a sword horizontally, but neither the bald head nor Luo Yi saw his strike or movement. They only saw that the four legs of the poisonous beast were broken at the same time, and the remaining torso and head fell to the ground and could not move.
Luo Yi really wants to know how the bald head will react if he replies the sentence "Do you think you have a chance of winning" that the bald head said just now, but he sees a smug expression on the bald head's face? smile.
The four broken legs of the poisonous beast and the wound on the torso once again became semi-solidified, slowly fused, and finally formed into one body, and it was unscathed again.
The bald head adjusted his breath, and made another move: "Poisonous Jiao!" His hands burst into green light, and two Lingjiao flew out from his palms, and rushed towards Wu's face, and the giant poisonous beast also jumped out of his hands at the same time. Attacking from the side, Wu let out another cold snort, and he simply stopped moving, allowing the poisonous dragon to hit his face, and when the spiritual power hit his body, the corrosive poison exploded in the air, penetrating into the air. into his skin. The poisonous beast's big mouth swallowed down at this moment, wrapping Wu whole in its belly.
"Now there won't even be any bones left..." The bald head smiled triumphantly: "When it comes to the strength of the unity of the spirit and body, I am afraid that no one in this world is your opponent, but the contest between psychic users, light Naturally, relying on physical skills is not enough."
"Six." Five's cold voice sounded again, and the poisonous beast's body suddenly expanded rapidly, and its semi-solidified and regenerable toughness only lasted for a few seconds.
With a muffled sound, the poisonous beast exploded from the inside, shattering into poisonous juice all over the sky, like a green rain falling in the dungeon.
Five, still standing there, raised his sword and looked at his opponent.
"Do you want to try again?"
The bald head was beyond shocked, and the degree of integration of the five spirit bodies was even more astonishing than he had imagined. Even the super powerful moves that he used his spiritual power to launch were not even stronger than the ordinary spiritual power emanating from Wuna's body.
Therefore, from the very beginning, Wu didn't need to deliberately defend against anything at all. As long as he didn't deliberately lower his spiritual power, even if he stood there and let the bald head beat him hard, the opponent couldn't cause any damage.
"I lost." The bald head said: "You are too scary... How on earth did you reach that level of cultivation..."
After Wu received his sword, he didn't bother to answer this kind of question, and asked himself: "Name?"
The bald head replied, "Dianqi."
Wu's expression changed slightly after hearing this: "The barbarians?"
Dian Qidao: "My ancestor was originally Dian King Wei, and my generation has already been mixed with the blood of the Central Plains."
Wu was noncommittal, and continued: "You will be the general of the Qinglong from now on, go and choose the new Qisu of the Qinglong Division by yourself, Luo Yi is the head of your four-phase ghost generals, one level higher than you, you should perform the ceremony of the same robe, you can't rash."
Dian Qi glanced at Luo Yi, lowered his head and clasped his fists together and said, "Yes, my lord."
Luo Yi, who was on the side, was overjoyed that someone like Dian Qi was also called the master of the sentence, and even tacitly admitted that he was ranked under him. The disintegration of Wu You and the former Qinglong Department is nothing at all. The current ghost generals undoubtedly possess the strongest combat power among the three major forces.
Wu continued to walk deeper into the Futu Purgatory: "You all come together, leave the available people, and the rest..." He didn't continue, and his back had already walked into the darkness.