Defending the Nine Heavens

Good...this is a Super Saiyan? Resurrected on the verge of death, double the combat power? And... what kind of celestial resilience is this? With such a serious injury, even the bones have grown in just two days? If this guy wasn't a Super Saiyan, he would be a gecko!

Mo Tong was fully awake at this time, and some fragments of the previous two days flashed in his mind.

I was fainted by Caesar Mo. It was Wang Feng who caught him in the grass, and then he didn't know what method he used to retreat from the enemy. Then there were bumps all the way, until here, Wang Feng poured medicine and healed him...

Actually, it's not that I hate Wang Feng... This guy is still good sometimes, but he always feels that his mother is very angry. He doesn't fight like a man and hides behind others. This has to be his own, and he sees his younger brother being stunned. Samo was beaten so badly, of course he wanted to jump out to help the younger brother get revenge! Hum...Forget it, just this weak chicken, really jumped out, afraid that the bone scum can't be found.

Mo Tong curled his lips and resisted the irony that had reached his lips. He wanted to say thank you, but when he reached his lips, he found that Wang Feng was staring at his own eyes.

"You, what are you looking at?" Mo Tong was startled, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover the pectoralis major, which he was most proud of, and then said with a look of alert: "Wang Feng, let me tell you, don't think you saved me... "

"I'm recovering well, Junior Brother!" Lao Wang was full of praise: "I thought you were going to drag me down for a few days at least. The serious injury would have been cured in two days."

Speaking of this, Motong suddenly looked proud: "That is! Our Mahuraga has the first strength in the world, and the restorative ability is the best in the world, so there is no better than us! What a small injury!"

"Small injury?" Old Wang was pleased: "If it wasn't for brother, I arrived in time, and you have lost your life, and you have a small injury? It's not that the brother said you, if you can't beat it, don't beat it. It's like a calf. The typical developed limbs are simple and simple..."

"What can't be beat? Obviously I've been suppressing him, okay! Don't talk nonsense if you don't see anything!" Mo Tong's eyes widened, saying anything is OK, saying that he can't beat him: "I made a mistake. Now, that Tin Man’s tricks are also a bit weird...Wang Feng, don’t laugh! When you run into it next time, I’ll fight back and show it to you!"

"Don't try hard, brother." Old Wang said cheerfully: "Senior brother doesn't laugh at you. Somehow, he is the third-ranked super master of the War Academy. It is normal for you to lose."

"Bah! I'll shoot the number one too!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

"Wang Feng, what is your expression? Do you think I'm bragging?"

"No, no! How can you brag about the first hero of Mahuraga?" Old Wang was pleased, and teased him: "Brother, brother absolutely believes in your courage! Isn't it just fighting? Go up for three seconds anyway. Zhong, let him kneel down and pinch you, it's a beating..."

"I'll go!" Mo Tong's entire face has turned into a pig liver color: "Wang Feng, don't irritate me, I will kill him next time to show you! That tin man will do a weird trick before me. I don’t know, I was fooled by him, now I know his trick, next time he won’t work!"

"What's the trick?"

Mo Tong was dumbfounded, his brows were twisted into a Sichuan character. The description of the picture is really not his strong point. He tried to recall: "I felt his eyes flashed, and then just like some illusion, it pulled me into a weird. In the space..."

"That space is very weird, and the body is a little light and can't use strength... By the way, I can't breathe! I can't use the Hundred Breath Warfare, and besides, he even used my clothes and the Titan War Axe. It's gone!" Mo Tong blushed tenderly, and said stubbornly: "This thing is shameless, let's fight, there is no reason to change people's clothes..."

He babbled endlessly, but he couldn't grasp the main point a little. Pharaoh asked a few more questions before he roughly figured out what was going on.

After any practitioner reaches the top of the tiger, his spirit power can no longer rely on conventional practice to continue diligently. At this time, the practice will become horizontal, consolidating the soul and further solid the foundation, while having more energy to develop his own soul. Master skills.

It is not just common powerful witchcraft or martial arts, but also some special ones, such as Caesarmo...

That bizarre space should be Caesarmo's soul tyrant ability. Listening to Motong's description, it seems to be a pure soul world. Caesarmo can enter that space for a short time, and at the same time can absorb his opponents together.

Soul space and reality space are two completely different dimensions. Motong feels that his body becomes lighter, unable to breathe, etc., which are all normal situations when entering a different dimension. People who have just entered are definitely not used to it, only frequent travel between the two. Caesarmo in the space can maintain absolute combat power in it. More importantly, he can still bring in the equipment, and maybe even his spirit power is still slightly enhanced there. He is in the soul space. After occupying the right time and place, Motong was easily hit.

And when he activates the soul space, the mysterious light flashing in his eyes may be a prerequisite for opening that space channel, some kind of talented pupil technique.

Motong said that you can avoid this trick by avoiding his eyes. This idea may be too naive, not to mention that there is no condition to implement it. In the face of a master like Caesarmo, you don’t always stare at the other party, how can you and He fights?

This kind of soul tyrant skills with unknown attributes is the most troublesome. The methods of unconventional combat are completely indefensible, and some are even incomprehensible, but if you understand the details in advance, you can slowly think about countermeasures.

In this world, there is no truly invincible trick.

Although Mo Tong clamored that he would be killed next time, he couldn't hide his concerns on the face of a person like him. He recalled how he was beaten into a pig by that guy, and now he is still despised by Wang Feng. The more I think about it, the more angry I want to go back soon, but the problem is, I can't find where the family is now, and I have nowhere to get revenge.

This little stubborn donkey has a temper and a look that he is about to be angry. The old Wang can't laugh or cry, forget it, don't tease him: "Okay, okay, just kidding, isn't your Mahuraka the best in the world in recovery? Why can't I recover from this feeling?"

Mo Tong gave him a vicious look, and then remembered the time: "By the way, Wang Feng, how long have I fainted?"

"Two days." Old Wang said, "It's okay during the day. My old black dress is here. Basically no one dares to make trouble. It's trouble at night. Don't eat and scare those ghosts."

Mo Tong's eyes lit up: "Those things? Ghosts? Can you beat them?"

Pharaoh chuckled.

hit? nonexistent.

The fog after noon last night was bigger than that of the first night, and the ghosts and walking corpses that appeared were stronger than those of the first night.

Only when the old Wang found near this jungle, he had already seen at least two ghosts at the top level of the tiger, and the gloomy light all over his body was almost blue in substance, and he could even faintly see the beginning on the bare orb. Growing slender hands and feet... The walking corpse possessed by these two guys is also quite fierce, both in terms of speed and strength, far surpassing the average tiger martial artist, even making Lao Wang feel not under Motong.

With the strength of the old king, fighting certainly does not exist. Although the sky bombardment thunder is easy to deal with these things, but the sky bombardment thunder is limited and the ghost walking corpse is unlimited. The more bombs it will only attract more things, and die faster. .

But fortunately, Pharaoh has a brain, and there are always more solutions than problems.

These ghosts and walking corpses, as long as they see living things, they want to kill them and chase them. But whether it’s humans, animals, or insects, Pharaoh’s ice bees have been scattered around here last night. The ghost approached in this direction and immediately dispatched the ice bees to attract their attention and draw them away.

The flying speed of the ice bee is not slow, and it is surrounded by jungle terrain. If you hide in a leaf when it can't run away, the ghost and the walking corpse can be directly confused.

It means that the old king who is monitoring the surroundings is too tired, and he dare not care for a minute, sometimes he has to command several ice bees at the same time, and the whole process is very nervous...

Of course, there is no need to talk to Motong.

"Senior brother's method is something you can guess about it?" Old Wang faintly pretended to be forced, but then he became serious.

"But last night's ghost is obviously much stronger than the first night, and the fog this morning has cleared later than yesterday. I'm afraid it will be more difficult tonight."

"What are you afraid of, there is me!" Mo Tong hammered his chest fiercely, and said hoarsely: "I am not afraid of these ghosts!"

"There are seniors here, do you need you?" Lao Wang gave him a blank look, and then said with a little worried: "I am worried about other people! Lao Hei and Winnie are probably fine, but Kela and Asiba are just fine. It depends on luck..."

Speaking of Kola, Mo Tong's expression became tense and worried: "I wipe, then why are we staying here? Hurry up and find them!"

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Last night's ghost became more and more tyrannical, and the death rates on both sides have risen sharply. Both the War College and the Blade's Edge Temple can survive this time, and basically each has a few unique skills.

But after having suffered a loss and learned a lesson, except for the top players on both sides who are still unscrupulously looking for the next opportunity, most of the others have begun to choose a defensive posture, not daring to move around, let this The daytime in the Soul Illusion Realm suddenly became calmer...Everyone could have predicted that the third night would definitely be more difficult than the previous two days.

Lao Wang's other concerns about Rose are not unreasonable, but in fact, Rose's luck is really good.

Fantasy was really convinced. After staying for two nights, he didn't even notice the difference between the ghost of the first night and the ghost of the second night, because there was Winnie beside him.

To tell the truth, Winnie is really good, all kinds of disguise, not to tell people, and even to deceive ghosts, she sprinkled some unknown phosphors near the camouflage in the hiding place, and at night, those phosphors emitted With a faint gloom, those ghosts and walking corpses actually detoured directly after seeing them.

The ghosts are mysterious and weird to most people in the Nine Heavens Continent, but this obviously does not include the Li family. This is a magical family. On the surface, it seems that there is nothing powerful enough to pass down or frighten all directions. , But as long as there are any crooked things, there is almost no thing that their family can't, even if it is placed in the family of the eight, it is the most special kind.

What's more terrifying is that they not only have technology, but also money!

Fantsey also didn't realize that this girl actually had a small space ring when he saw Winnie's various tricks to make things out of thin air!

Space Horcrux... Oh, a god!

Fantasy had only heard of this kind of stuff here, and the Li family had prepared a lot of good stuff for this little princess who was dominated by the men of the family.

When I was in Rose, Fantsey thought Winnie was good at being positive. After all, Jiao Baba looked very straight, but what people are really good at is the way of survival and hiding from the underworld...

In the past two days, Fantsey has played the role of a follower. Except for digging a hiding hole, tossing dry food, helping Winnie to set a plate during the rest, there is almost no need for him, whether he is facing people or Ghost, Winnie is enough to do it alone.

Asiba was very fortunate that he was still blessed by the heavens. If it hadn't been for Winnie, he would have died seventeen or eight times.

Kola on the other side is also pretty worry-free.

The snow trio of Xuezhiyu, Ota, and Badlow is very powerful in the face of ghosts and walking corpses. The ice witch’s attack is quite effective against ghosts and walking corpses. Even if they can’t beat them, they can slow down their actions. Let everyone slip away calmly.

Compared to the night when everyone else has a headache, the daytime is more dangerous for them, such as this time...

It was just after noon, and the four had climbed up to observe the surrounding terrain in the morning.

On the left side of the jungle where everyone is, there is a huge Yokogawa, with a waterfall like a dry flow falling into the boundless abyss.

On the opposite side of the Great Heng River, there is a spore forest, where the spirit power reaction is much stronger than this jungle. Everyone intends to pass through this jungle and go over there.

The opportunity to come to the next level is probably to appear in a place with strong spirit power. You can try your luck. On the other hand, if Wang Feng and Hei Wukai and others are nearby, they will probably have stronger spirit power. If you drill somewhere, you might have a chance to meet in the past.

Everyone marched towards the position of Dahenghe, but just as they arrived by the river, a fellow from the war college appeared in front of the four.

The man was dressed in a weird black silk robe and a red scarf around his neck, feeling incompatible with the others.

"There's someone alone!" Badlow grinned, and the wolf-toothed Winter Frost slapped his shoulders: "Vampire?"

The kinsmen like to wear scarves, especially red. The blood demon Manku wears a red scarf. Many kinsmen in the War College are eager to follow suit, and it has become a symbol of kinship.

Kola's pupils shrank slightly. The guy who chased her in the middle of the night was wearing a red scarf, which was somewhat similar to the person in front of him. The one wearing the red scarf was the blood?

"Who cares about him!" Ota shouted at the red scarf, "Hey!"

The red scarf turned around, his handsome face was pale and colorless.

"Oh, there are a lot of people." He grinned, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes, revealing two pointed fangs, and the logo of the two interlaced fangs on his forehead was very conspicuous.

"Blood Demon Mancu!" Xue Zhiyu's face condensed slightly.

Badlow and Kola were both startled.

This guy is the blood demon Mancu? The fourth-ranked top player in the War College?

"Look at this sulky little scarf, who am I supposed to be!" Ota laughed, and carried his wild knife two steps forward: "Isn't this the fool who was beaten by Heiwukai? Hahaha, What? Now that the injury is healed, I came to look for abuse again?"

The blood demon Manku's face suddenly sank.

Lost in the hands of Hei Wukai, although other people in the war academy did not look down on him because of this, they just kept spreading word of mouth about Hei Wukai’s strength, but for him, this is the biggest in his life. Shame is the lowest point of life, and it is regarded as a bad scale, but these people dare to make fun of this in person?

He glanced coldly, but quickly recognized the identities of these people.

The princess of the ice spirit, Xue Zhiyu, and the top ten little barbarian king Ota, are indeed two masters. No wonder they dare to ridicule and provoke face to face. The other two have no impression. They feel that the spirit response is not bad, but for him It's not worth mentioning.

To be honest, if there is only Ota, Manku will take the shot without hesitation, but since there are helpers...no one will underestimate any of the top ten and add a few helpers, even Manku has to weigh it carefully.

"Just you, the bottom ten rookie chicken, can you abuse me?" He said coldly, Xiaoman Wang is brave and inexperienced. To deal with this kind of people, the best way is to use aggressive methods.

Ota was happy: "Oh, see if you can get you, you can be ranked fourth, which shows that your war college is not good, and there are few talents!"

"Of course dad can torture you! Hey hey hey, don't help, I'll fight him one-on-one! See if I beat him to call him father!" Otahaha laughed and dragged the long knife against his shoulder to the ground , He said triumphantly, adding fuel and jealousy: "Anyway, this is not your first time. After I heard that you were beaten by Hei Wukai last time, you just knelt on the ground and yelled, begging Hei Wukai’s father to forgive her. Mancu’s fate was the only way to get out, right?"

"Hahaha, Brother Ta, is this guy so awkward?" Badlow laughed beside him.

"Of course, the fourth child, these vampires are all cartilaginous. They can't stand up after kneeling for a long time. Just watch if you don't believe me!" Horta said triumphantly: "I'll beat him up and perform another heartfelt performance on the spot. , This time I will call Dad Ota to spare the life of the villain Mancu..."

Mancu was startled slightly, and finally recovered, his face twitched.

To be honest, the blood race is cold-blooded and has always been very calm. There is hardly anything in this world that really moves them, but the problem is.

The problem is that the **** spread of Blade's Edge Temple is too ridiculous, too bad for Bilian!

Even though he was as calm as Mancu, he felt a little cold with his hands and feet, and his whole body was shaking.

What does it mean to kneel on the ground and yell that Hei Wukai's father spared the life of the little blood demon?

His own dignified blood demon, the most outstanding super genius of the blood clan, is such an image in the eyes of others! This is 10,000 times more embarrassing than losing. Will Nima be able to see people after going out? !

"Miscellaneous, you are looking for death!"

At this time, the handsome and pale face was filled with blood by the rage.

Awning!

Without warning, a circle of blood mist suddenly exploded around his body, and the red light in the air swept at high speed, like a flying shadow.

Ota's ridicule was a ridicule, and he didn't relax at all, and his soul power had already been secretly accumulated.

At the same time when the bleeding fog exploded on the opposite side, he already kicked his feet, the drag knife in his hand bounced from the ground fiercely, and at the same time, one hand instantly changed to both hands on one side of his body, holding the long handle of the knife, his whole body's soul power Converged long ago and broke out in an instant.

Overlord drag and cut!

boom!

The long knife was lifted up diagonally, and a half-moon-shaped blade light visible to the naked eye flew forward from the ground.

The blood shadow looked like it was already atomized, but he didn't even dare to harden the half-moon-shaped sword energy, and suddenly turned in the air.

But it was followed by the second cut.

As if the direction that Manku had already calculated, Ota leaped high into the air.

He was in the air, holding a knife with both hands, and his body bent into a bow shape. At this time, the spirit power of his whole body was suddenly erupting, and a wind of ice and snow suddenly blew up around him.

The air was almost frozen by this slash at this moment and slowed down, and on the blade of his long blade, a faint white wind blade flowed, sharply blessed, and the slashing speed doubled.

Soul is like ice, blade is like wind!

Ice Wind Slash!

The blood shadow, swift as the wind, seemed to be slightly affected by the freezing air, and its speed actually slowed down a bit.

"It's hit!" Horta's eyes burst brightly, his face was delighted, and the cold air was really useful!

But in the next second, a sneer flashed in the eyes of the blood demon Manku, the blood burst, and the blood red figure suddenly more than doubled.

call out!

He actually made two changes in an instant. The **** afterimage left a ‘Z’-shaped trace under the Ota knife, and the whole person had quickly circled behind Ota.

Huh!

Manku's eyes burst with blood, his five fingers formed into claws, long and pointed, and he grabbed Ota's back.

Tear!

The clothes made of ice silk tore at the sound, leaving four deep blood stains on the bronze skin.

Ota was in pain, dragging the knife in his hand and swinging backwards, but the blood shadow succeeded in a blow, not in love with the fight.

A sneer hung on Manku's mouth, he was going to tear this iron bump!

call out!

The blood shadow's speed escalated again, and with a squeak, it disappeared without a trace in the air this time.

The best thing vampires are good at is speed. When the Gorefiend Dafa soars, the speed is so fast that it can hardly be caught with the naked eye.

Whoops whoops!

At this moment, I only heard the sound of breaking wind around him, and the sky was instantly covered with that **** afterimage.

Such a rapid body technique cannot be observed with the naked eye at all, and it is even easy to be confused by the shadow. Ota simply closed his eyes and concentrated his mind, sensing the movement of the spirit power in the surrounding air.

right!

Huh!

A claw hit from Ota's right side, he keenly felt it, and even predicted it, dragging the knife and cutting it horizontally.

But even with the prejudgment of the advance shot, the knife was still a little full, and a few shallow blood stains were left on the right shoulder, but the blood shadow was gone.

A sneer voice sounded from all directions in the air at this time: "Trash! Aren't you very capable? Fight back!"

Unparalleled speed, terrifying attack, and the moment is dense like a storm, countless silver claws are like grabbing from all directions out of thin air, but in three to five seconds, Ota's body is already more than a dozen big or small. Road scars.

He was already in a completely passive defensive posture, and the drag knife in his hand almost lost its original function.

Barbarians are good at head-to-head, duel of strengths they are good at. Facing this kind of helplessness is really anxious.

To tell the truth, I only fought two battles in Longcheng, and what I encountered in both battles was the agility that restrained him to the death, and he was really annoying.

Can't hold it anymore, if this continues, the blood will bleed.

Horta's eyes widened suddenly, opening wide.

"Tyrants!"

His arms circled, the blue veins on his forehead jumped up, his soul power exploded, and his whole body muscles swelled.

Ota's eyes became golden in an instant, and there was a burst of dazzling gold all over his body, as if a layer of secret gold was plated on the surface of his tyrannical muscles, which looked indestructible.

"Roar!"

Horta roared wildly.

His clothes had long been ripped apart, revealing the dazzling golden muscles, and even the place where he was injured and bleeding by claws was covered by golden light, as if he had become intact.

Winter's domineering body, known as the absolute defense of the temple, the Winter King, who had a love for the Ice Spirit Queen, once challenged the Most Holy Master, relying on this trick to force the Most Holy Master's various mad bombings. Minutes, he was almost unscathed, that was the only **** in Nine Heavens World...The Winter Domineering Body was once hailed as the number one defense technique in the Nine Heavens.

Boom boom boom boom!

Just listening for an instant, countless sharp claws attacked his body, making a clanging sound like a golden collision, and withstanding countless attacks, there was no damage.

Mancu sneered.

Invincible? Invincible also has to divide people!

There are no truly invincible tricks in this world, even if it is the Winter King who invented this overlord technique back then, let alone a sect disciple on the top of the tiger?

"See how long you can last!"

There were **** shadows in the air for an instant, and Manku knew very well that the opponent's overlord body was at most half a minute, and after half a minute had passed, that was the barbarian's death period!

But the next second...

"The Art of the Ice Forest!"

Chuckle chuckle!

The ground within a radius of tens of meters was covered with a layer of white icy air in an instant~www.ltnovel.com~ At the same time, dozens of ice thorns with thick arms condensed in the icy air at the same time, piercing out instantly, This area is tens of meters wide, as if countless barbs were suddenly inserted!

This ice thorn came too suddenly, and with a decent frost effect, even the running speed of his blood seemed to slow down a bit.

The pupils of the blood demon Manku shrank slightly, and the flying figure was blocked by the spear forest full of ice thorns, and stopped abruptly. Several ice thorns almost passed through his body, Senhan's ice-tip upper soul Li Yan, can imagine that if he is stabbed, even the body of the blood mist will be injured.

Barbarians? Xue Zhiyu?

The thought in his mind hadn't finished yet, and the sky was already covered by a giant shadow.

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