Chapter 433: A Turning Point in the Desperate Situation
The pain made Cheng Qi a little difficult to concentrate, and Bai Tou Hou obviously had no intention of letting him go.
The long whip whizzed towards Cheng Yu with fierce force. Cheng Yu bent down to avoid it, but before he could stand up, a pair of huge claws fell from the sky and pressed down on him mercilessly.
Cheng Yu had no choice but to turn over with all his strength and barely dodge it. The wound on his back was torn and the pain made him sweat coldly.
Just as he was gasping for breath, a strong wind blew over him, and before Chengqi could react, the long tail of the phantom swung over him mercilessly.
Cheng Yu was hit against the stone wall. The huge impact caused the stone wall to crack. Grains of gravel kept falling down, making a rustling sound, as if it would collapse at the next moment.
The white-headed hound did not stop. The shadowy tail behind it was raised high again, and while Cheng Qi had not fallen yet, it smashed him hard again, over and over again, with no intention of stopping.
Blood gushed out of his mouth, but Cheng Yu was still conscious. He forced himself to resist until he saw the opportunity when the tail was raised again. He jumped with all his might using the Thunder Stick, hanging upside down, and stepped on the stone wall.
When the phantom's tail came again, Cheng Yu pinched the thunder seal, used the force to flip over, and pointed a finger at the tail.
However, this finger hit nothing. Although the tail was hit solidly, it was still just a phantom.
This is strange. If it hurts so much when someone hits you, why can't you hit back?
Cheng Yu felt puzzled, but the severe pain in his body made him unable to think too much. He held on for a breath, changed his finger gestures, and performed the Cloud-Stepping Step.
Suddenly, Cheng Yu's feet felt like a breeze and he jumped lightly to move away.
Seeing Chengqi trying to cast a spell on the phantom, Bai Touhu sneered: "How stupid! You actually tried to cast a spell on 'Fear'. How ridiculous."
The practice of the devil's way is all based on the idea of fear. Some people who have made great progress in their practice can materialize their fear, either as their own devil body, or as weapons and the like.
So Cheng Qi treated her as a mount, which really underestimated her.
Cheng Yu didn't know what the other party meant by "耵", but after a quick calculation in his mind, he understood most of it.
It was probably spiritual energy, and the shadow behind her could also be understood as a kind of magic.
If that’s the case, then it’s easy.
As long as it is a technique, there is a way to break it, either by countering it with other techniques, or by disrupting the person's mind.
For now, the only thing we can do is to see who has the more powerful magic. The demons are deficient in the five elements, and I guess this is the only advantage they have as mortals.
After all, those who practice art take the Tao as their rule and the heart as their law. Those who have no heart have no Tao, and those who have no Tao have no art.
Cheng Yu understood in an instant, and immediately put away the Thunder Stick. He formed seals with his hands, and while avoiding the attack of the White-headed Hound, he silently recited the magic formula.
The white-headed fox was only focused on chasing and did not pay attention to Cheng Yu's direction. Cheng Yu did not dodge randomly, but walked around his opponent according to a certain pattern.
With the help of the Cloud-Stepping Step, it was much easier to dodge, but Cheng Yu was already injured, and he had to cast the spell while being careful of his enemy, so his movements were a little sluggish.
Fortunately, Cheng Xi stopped not long after, looking extremely tired.
Seeing Chengqi like this, Baitouhu was delighted.
It used to run around like a mouse, but now it’s finally behaved!
The white-headed fox used its whip and tail at the same time to attack Cheng Yu from both sides, but Cheng Yu seemed not to notice anything and just squatted on his knees, breathing heavily.
Seeing that he was about to hit Cheng Qi, the corners of Bai Tou Hou's mouth had already stretched to his ears. However, at this moment, Cheng Qi suddenly raised his head while pinching his fingers and shouted:
"Array up!"
A flash of lightning appeared in front of Bai Tou Hou's eyes. She dodged it alertly and her move failed.
However, after taking two steps back, he found that there were lightning and thunder everywhere, and the crackling sound was endless.
Looking down again, he found that he had been trapped in the formation without knowing when.
Cheng Yu grinned, propped himself up, turned his head and spat out the blood in his mouth, but the fingers on his hands did not move at all.
This was the magic circle he had set up step by step when he was dodging just now.
"Eight Extreme Thunder Drums!"
As the name suggests, it is arranged according to the eight trigrams, with the practitioner stepping on the Zhen position and using the power of the five elements to practice the eight-direction thunder formation. This is the thunder formation that Master Zhaoming taught Cheng Yu, and it is his most proud formation.
When Bai Tou Hou saw the situation, she thought it was not good, but it was too late. Just as she was about to escape, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck her head on.
Cheng Yu just uttered a light sound: "Boom!", and a whirlwind suddenly blew up in the Xun position. Streaks of lightning wandered in it and whistled towards the face of the white-headed monster.
The white-headed beast quickly bent down to avoid the attack, but the shadow behind him was unable to dodge and was hit by the thunder, hitting the raised head of the rat.
Cheng Yu was secretly delighted: It really works.
Although the spell cannot hit the phantom, it can disrupt the spiritual energy of the formation, making the so-called "fear" difficult to maintain.
The shadow was like a rock falling in still water, swaying and becoming somewhat unreal.
"You actually hit my face!" The white-headed monster covered his left cheek with a look of disbelief, and then burst into screaming.
The sharp sound echoed through the underworld and spread in all directions.
In order to protect Sang Mu, Xinyi could only stay where he was. However, facing the enemy head-on was not his forte. After a few moves, he gradually showed signs of weakness.
Fortunately, just as Xinyi blocked Fei Lian's attack, the scream of the white-headed beast was heard. Taking advantage of Fei Lian's distraction, Xinyi swung her sword hard to throw him away, and finally she had a chance to catch her breath.
Although Fei Lian was defeated, he was not angry. He just frowned and looked towards the place where the sound came from.
This is not like Fei Lian's style, but he seemed to be concerned about something, and even Sang Mu standing up did not interrupt his thoughts.
Sang Mu rested for a while and felt a little better, but his ribs were still very painful. He thought that several bones were broken. However, facing a powerful enemy, he could not care about these things.
It was not a solution to drag it on like this. Sang Mu knew Xinyi's ability, so he decided to deal with Fei Lian alone and create an opportunity for Xinyi.
Sang Mu secretly tugged at the hem of Xinyi's robe and gave her a look. Xinyi understood but was a little worried. She hesitated for a moment before nodding.
This is the best solution right now.
When Fei Lian came back to his senses, Xinyi had disappeared, leaving only Sang Mu, who was standing with a bow stance and holding a sword, ready to listen to the blade.
This time, Sang Mu did not retain his consciousness, but instead gave himself wholeheartedly to the sword spirit.
Although he knew it was dangerous to do so, given his current injuries, he might as well give himself a try.
"Oh! You really don't know how to live or die!"
After hearing the howl of the white-headed beast, Fei Lian was already a little impatient. When he turned around and saw Sang Mu provoking him, he was immediately furious. He didn't care where Xinyi had gone, and just vented his anger by slashing at Sang Mu.
Fei Lian disappeared in a flash, and then the sound of "clang clang" continued to be heard.
Sparks suddenly flew all over Sang Mu's body. The sword spirit actually caught up with Fei Lian's speed. Although it did not take on all of Fei Lian's moves, it blocked seven or eight of them.
But even so, blood continued to seep out of Sang Mu's body, and wounds appeared one after another, as if they appeared out of thin air, but he remained indifferent and responded to Fei Lian's attack with an expressionless face.
At this time, Xinyi, who was hiding in the dark, discovered something unusual.
This time Sang Mu was farther away, and by the time he got down, Sang Mu and Fei Lian had already started fighting.
Xinyi could tell at a glance that Sang Mu was in the listening blade state, but from his perspective, although Sang Mu's movements seemed normal, they were much slower than when he was in Ding'anju.
Even though Sang Mu was injured, the sword spirit was using the body of its master to attack according to its own will. Therefore, unless the master's bones and veins were broken, there would be no stagnation.
Looking at Fei Lian's speed again, although his attack was still amazing, it seemed that it was not as fast as before.
hiss……
Strange, really strange...
What exactly is going on?
