Yes, tiredness. Even with the blessing of speed, you have to concentrate while constantly dodging. This is the easiest way to tire the soul.
I feel that I need to have a good sleep, and Silly Tiger also needs to have a good sleep... If it weren't for that monster, I would really choose to do that.
However, the same problem is that I cannot help but believe in myself, so when my mind tells me to procrastinate, I procrastinate. This time it tells me to take the initiative to attack, so I take the initiative to attack!
So, I pounced on it without hesitation... I saw the cold light in the monster's eyes. This behavior as a provocation and an interference with its magic obviously aroused its huge anger... .It taught me a harsh 'lesson'.
In the extremely fast fight just now... I fell hard to the ground. Even though I was in the state of a soul, I couldn't feel the pain of falling. Even though I was a soul, I wouldn't let myself be caught. Death by 'flesh and blood'... Because those flesh and blood are just manifestations, they are actually my soul power and have not hurt the core of my soul.
But if this continues, after my soul power is weakened by being 'grabbed' again and again, I will really be unable to protect my soul core.
With such speed, it's so fast... .
Therefore, I began to feel sorry for Silly Hu... I really felt sorry for him, but what came from Silhu's consciousness was infinite trust, and even my proactive attack on 'seeking death' was not questioned at all.
At this time, how much I hated my incompetence... At the same time, I also hated why I couldn't resist myself.
The monster circled in the sky above me, and then stopped... It looked like it was about to cast a spell again... As for why I knew it was about to cast a spell, I don't know.
I have never experienced such a state. At the same time, I feel like I am schizophrenic, and at the same time I am in strong denial, but I still rely on my inexplicable will.
This is excruciating mental torture.
But the thought kept telling me, stand up, continue to attack... If you don't want to die, you need time now, stand up, stand up... continue to attack.
I stood up unsteadily. I don't know why, but I subconsciously looked back at 'me' (Shahu). It was shocking! ! What’s really shocking is that for the huge body, which is almost fifteen meters long, I can’t find a complete piece of good meat that’s over one meter long. It’s all covered in scars and dense scratches.
And the whole body was cracked in more than a dozen places... In the deepest part, bones could be vaguely seen, where the flesh and blood had been torn away! And those majestic wings, composed of countless small whirlpools of wind, began to become in pieces.
In fact, I felt it before, Silly Tiger's speed had slowed down... But it was not slow enough to let the monster attack wantonly like before.
I just feel that Silly Tiger's repeated avoidance has annoyed this monster, and it will choose to cast the spell on its own. Otherwise, the most correct approach should not be to delay with me, wait until my spell fails, and then take me down in one fell swoop.
However, I took a look at the monster and felt that its eyes were a little taboo, but its eyes fell on me who was sitting calmly? It's not jealous of Silly Tiger, but it's jealous of me? Ordinarily, what does it taboo about me? Magic? In fact, according to its ability, even the Thunder Jue can't do anything with it. Not to mention that it is sure to use its speed to hurt me before the lightning hits it. I don't know if it has any other countermeasures to suppress it.
What does it hate about me? But, I don’t know why? I took a look at the calm me, and I felt in my heart that the inexplicable aura emanating from me would make people jealous.
Keep attacking, keep attacking... What are you doing with such useless actions? Fighting is cruel, and I don't even need sympathy for myself... I thought a lot when I turned around, but I was strongly scolded by my own will.
I have to admit that this kind of scolding is justified. Fighting is like this. I don’t even need sympathy for myself... Bleeding, pain, and even death in battle are the consequences that are destined to be accepted. That kind of useless emotion What to use it for
But continue the attack? What's the difference between continuing to attack and dying? I felt a strong sense of guilt in my heart... What responded to me was still Silhu's unwavering trust. I even felt that this method was like sacrificing Silhu and delaying time.
But once again, I was too weak to resist myself...I still pounced towards the monster...
'Boom' my soul fell to the ground again in the shock... My behavior has completely angered the monster. I have learned the most painful lesson since the fight. This time... I felt that my soul was about to disperse. I felt that Silly Hu, the demon soul that had been with me for more than thirty years, was on the verge of collapse for the first time, because I had protected it well before.
My wind wings were about to dissipate... I was no longer able to stand up, but this time the monster still stopped and started to cast spells... This choice may be due to taboos about my wind wings. It didn't disperse, and didn't want to play chasing games with me anymore, but I knew very well that the bigger reason was because it hated me, the me who sat cross-legged and didn't know what I was doing.
And I glanced feebly at that me, who was performing a mysterious and mysterious-looking hand trick at the moment, because that was also me. I instantly understood in my heart that this hand trick was the reason for the rapid recovery of soul power. ...A technique that forcibly transforms the power of heaven and earth into the power of one's own soul!
The price is that it will damage the core of the soul, which is the three souls and seven souls... In short, the more you transform, the greater the damage. The reason for drinking that kind of wine is to compensate for this damage.
That me was so calm, but there was still a touch of disdain in my heart... If I disdain my own ability, how much of the world can I transform into soul power? Even if he can withstand the damage caused by the secret technique, he can't bear much, not to mention there is a pot of unsatisfactory tonic wine.
This is a good thing, but my own thoughts seem to be something that is not worth being happy at all. I find that I hate myself a little, and all these thoughts show how awkward a person I am.
I thought that Shahu's mission would end here... But unexpectedly, another unswerving thought came to my mind, stand up, continue, attack!
Why? Why do I have such thoughts? Isn’t this going to kill Silly Hu? Once again, there is a high probability that Silly Tiger will only have one result, and that is - death!
Silly Hu and I have a closer relationship than biological brothers. Why would I let Silly Hu die? At this time, what was left of the Wind Wings was already a faint shadow, and it was in disarray. It looked worse than nothing.
At this time, I was certain that the monster's spell was only aimed at me sitting cross-legged. It seemed that it knew that Silly Tiger would try his best to stop it so that it could not hurt me sitting cross-legged, so it did not hesitate to use spells. Law, one-time solution.
Sometimes, people have to trust the instinct of beasts... Even if the person in front of them is a monster, it is still a beast, right
I didn't want to think about these messy things, but I subconsciously developed a resistance. I thought about these messy things in order to divert my own unswerving will and the will to attack.
But, is this useful? It's useless. The voice in my heart is like overlapping waves. Each wave is stronger than the last... Go ahead and attack. One wrong move and the whole game is lost. What is needed in battle is the combination of tactics, strength and persistence. , any emotion is useless and a drag!
Go, go, go... I was almost stunned... but I really couldn't resist myself. I stood up staggeringly again, but Shahu's own will showed a kind of Quiet without any regrets.
My heart ached so much that I almost bled, but I still chose to pounce on me again... My speed was no longer fast, even just a little faster than before I condensed my wind wings... I pounced in front of the monster. , my heart was bleeding, thinking it was another violent blow. I even saw the silly tiger's soul flying away, but my soul and will were back in place, helpless.
But the weird thing this time is... the monster didn't launch any attack on me, but just let my tiger claws fall on it... Compared to the power of each of its attacks, my tiger claws seemed It's so soft, but it's a breakthrough, leaving a little scar on it for the first time!
Is there such a thing? I was inexplicably surprised... But what reason did I have not to seize this opportunity? Once again, I raised my tiger claws, endured the pain, and used almost all my biting and sweeping powers to attack the monster.
Under such an attack, even if it was stronger than me, it would inevitably be hurt... However, just when I was inexplicably happy, the monster's eyes that had been closed suddenly opened.
Once again, just like when it first appeared and attacked me, a strong sense of crisis suddenly erupted in my heart... Another life and death crisis.
And I also feel that this battle may be coming to an end at this time!