What was originally frozen everywhere immediately began to disintegrate as the golden scorching sun above the head of the Spirit-Eating Clan's Great Elder dissipated. Seeing this, Zhao Jiuge was helpless.
The crunching sound continued, and the blue light erupting from the 'Dinghai' began to weaken a bit. After all, the Great Elder of the Spirit-Eating Tribe was a monk at the pinnacle of the Mahayana realm, and his attainments on the avenue were far beyond what Zhao Jiuge could match.
The scorching sun above the heads of the Spirit Eaters, after annihilating all offensives, continued to erupt, and the light that bloomed became increasingly intense.
Immediately, several rays of light shot out and headed towards Zhao Jiuge. Those rays of light were like the talisman of death. Once they were contaminated, the body would be directly penetrated. After all, Zhao Jiuge had learned a lot about the temperature of the scorching sun just now. Get by.
Zhao Jiuge looked at the extremely fast golden light and did not even dare to resist head-on, even if he took out a magic weapon. After all, the great elder of the Spirit-Eating Tribe mastered too powerful a path, and the temperature was too high. Zhao Jiuge even I am worried that my magic weapon will be damaged as a result.
A green aura mixed with a little halo appeared on Zhao Jiuge's body, and then Zhao Jiuge's figure kept flickering, leaving several afterimages in the void, avoiding the continuous offensive.
This embarrassing situation did not last long. Zhao Jiuge immediately tensed up and felt a strong crisis, because under the continuous offensive pressure of the elder of the Spirit-Eating Clan and his own unstable mind, The seventy-two infinite flying swords that had been controlled were naturally affected a lot, so naturally the third elder of the Spirit-Eating Tribe in white robes found a flaw.
With the sound of the galloping wind, Zhao Jiuge only felt that the third elder of the Spirit-Eating Tribe appeared behind him. Even so, Zhao Jiuge did not even dare to look back or make any extraordinary evasive movements, because he was in front of him. Behind the wolf is the tiger, and the endless stream of light from the Great Elder of the Spirit-Eating Tribe is blocking his escape route.
At this moment, Zhao Jiuge's mind was unusually calm, and he was constantly thinking about what he should do. After all, he could not completely dodge under the attack from the two elders of the Spirit-Eating Clan. In just a moment's thought, Zhao Jiuge He already had a plan in his mind, and would rather bear the attack from behind than touch the golden light.
After all, firstly, the strength gap between the first elder and the third elder of the Spirit-Eating Clan was too big, and secondly, the third elder of the Spirit-Eating Clan took the fragile path, which was less threatening, so after weighing the pros and cons, Zhao Jiuge had no choice but to make this choice.
"boom."
A dull sound came, and Zhao Jiuge immediately bared his teeth and grinned. At the same time, his face continued to twist, showing a look of pain.
It turned out that the third elder of the Spirit-Eating Clan, after breaking away from the shackles of the Wuji Flying Sword, came behind Zhao Jiuge and gave Zhao Jiuge a blow.
Even with the protection of the 'Purple Extreme Hybrid Thunder Armor' and the Sanskrit Golden Body, Zhao Jiuge was hit hard this time. Fortunately, his physical body was not weak either. If he were an ordinary monk, his physical body and protective methods were not that good, he would probably be directly hit. Smashed to pieces by the spiritual sea.
Even so, Zhao Jiuge didn't feel very good. There was a turbulence in the spiritual sea, and even his consciousness seemed to start to sway in this short period of time.
Zhao Jiuge, who was staring at stars, quickly forced himself to concentrate, and then reacted immediately. Taking advantage of the opportunity to be hit, he immediately rolled up the cyan aura again, kept jumping, dodged to the side, and looked coldly at the sneak attack injury. A middle-aged man in a white robe.
As for the third elder of the Spirit-Eating Clan, when he saw Zhao Jiuge glaring at him, he smiled and did not feel any shame for making a sneak attack.
Zhao Jiuge didn't feel helpless. He tried his best and seemed to have reached the end of his life. He didn't expect that he would reach this point in the end. However, Zhao Jiuge didn't panic at all. Instead, he was unusually calm. After all, he had done the worst before. Plan, that's all.
Since there is not much chance of winning, the only choice is to consume one's own spiritual sea, and to do whatever it takes, regardless of the consequences. After all, once the damage to the consciousness is ignored, if one really wants to desperately activate the third form of Wuji Flying Sword, he can also do it in a short period of time. , causing great power and destruction.
It's just that the consequences of that are unpredictable. After all, it is difficult to recover spiritual consciousness. Once there are any sequelae, it may be irreparable trauma. But if you may even lose your life, why bother with these.
A monk who was in the middle stage of the Mahayana realm died among the Spirit Eaters back then, so Zhao Jiuge knew in his heart that there was nothing the Spirit Eaters dared not to do, only whether they were willing to do it.
In addition to Zhao Jiuge, there are also the young man and the fat man who are in complicated moods. Watching the situation on the field constantly changing, their moods are naturally ups and downs. After all, Zhao Jiuge's success or failure is also related to their fate. Once Zhao Jiuge finally loses, wait and see. Nothing good comes of their nature.
But now, looking at Zhao Jiuge's desperate efforts in the field, the two of them have changed their minds, even the young man who is a little afraid of death.
Because even if they stay in the Xumi illusion at this moment, the two of them can only live for a few hundred years at most, and they will also suffer the result of death and destruction, so it is better to simply fight at this moment and successfully regain their freedom. If you fail, you just need to get the ending you deserve sooner.
"Boy, use whatever means you have, otherwise you may not have a chance if you don't wait long."
Seemingly seeing through Zhao Jiuge's depleted appearance, the elder of the Spirit-Eating Clan was no longer in a hurry and looked at Zhao Jiuge as if he had a winning chance.
After all, it is not a big problem to deal with one Zhao Jiuge with the third child now. Zhao Jiuge wants to fight against the three of them with one person. After all, it is still a bit difficult. Before, he not only had to face his fight, but also had to control the world with distractions. Picture Scroll', and controlling seventy-two infinite flying swords, so naturally he can't hold on for long.
I'm afraid it won't be long before the 'Scroll of Heaven and Earth' can't last long. By then, once the second child comes out, I'm afraid Zhao Jiuge will die even faster.
Zhao Jiuge couldn't see this look, and the decision in his heart immediately became stronger. Even if he died, he didn't want these guys from the Spirit-Eating Tribe to suffer any benefits.
Zhao Jiuge didn't even bother to answer the words of the great elder of the Spirit-Eating Tribe. He just smiled coldly, and then completely let go of his own aura. He had no worries or worries, so he gave it a go without any reservations.
The next moment, the seventy-two Wuji Flying Swords that were originally rotating and circling suddenly condensed, and then immediately became full of momentum from being a little scattered.
I saw seventy-two infinite flying swords flying to Zhao Jiuge's side in an instant, staying on both sides of him, with the sword tips facing the great elder of the Spirit-Eating Tribe.
The third elder of the Spirit-Eating Tribe behind Zhao Jiuge swallowed his saliva, and was a little glad that the sword formation was not aimed at him this time. After all, he had experienced the thorny problem of the infinite flying sword just now, and there was a slight mistake. With the sword's strength, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to escape.
And the great elder of the Spirit-eating Clan, who had a proud smile just now, also temporarily restrained himself a little. After all, Zhao Jiuge is really going crazy. This Wuji Sword Formation is really a tricky thing. After all, that sharp edge is simply... too heavy.
This time, it was Zhao Jiuge who showed a proud smile, and then without any hesitation, he released all his strength and activated the densely packed seventy-two infinite flying swords.
"boom."
The seventy-two infinite flying swords are activated together with extraordinary momentum. The sound of breaking the wind is very sharp. After all, apart from other things, each of these seventy-two infinite flying swords is a spiritual weapon in itself. , not to mention that now there is the blessing of the formation, so the effect is naturally different.
When he saw the seventy-two Wuji Flying Swords moving, the eyelids of the great elder of the Spirit-Eating Clan could not help but tremble. The majestic scene made him a little frightened.
Just when he was about to use all his strength to resist, his expression suddenly froze and he looked surprised. Then he was startled and seemed to understand something. Then he shouted, "Stop him. He is trying his best to attack the clansman." .”
I saw that the seventy-two infinite flying swords did not come towards him, but like the goddess scattering flowers, they went directly towards the barrier cast by the holy tree on the surrounding layer.
It was obvious that Zhao Jiuge was planning to give up completely and just choose to fight tooth and nail, dragging the Spirit Eaters on their backs until death. After all, once this barrier was broken, I'm afraid those tribesmen would not be able to withstand these random sword energies.
At this time, even the great elder of the Spirit-Eating Clan was a little panicked. He never expected that Zhao Jiuge would do something like this. If he really didn't want his life, he really had no choice.
A Mahayana monk's death-defying counterattack is undoubtedly frightening, but a Mahayana swordsman's lifeless counterattack is a killing offensive that no one can have the courage to stop.
Even the middle-aged man in white robes, the third elder of the Spirit-Eating Tribe, looked at him blankly, not fully realizing what was going on. (To be continued)