Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 215 [A prairie fire] (Part )
The blue dragon rose and fell in the sea. Its huge body did not even need to actively attack. Every time it surged, it would shatter large pieces of flames. But in the next moment, more flames would come and hit it again.

Under the dual effects of [Embers] and [Rendering], it has shown obvious injuries, with large flakes of scales peeling off, and the majestic body condensed by the Nanming Lihuo bursting with cracks. Even with some psychic skills with healing effects constantly playing a role in healing its injuries, the balance of the battle is still sliding towards the unfavorable end little by little.

The blue dragon roared towards the sky and tried to take off again.

But with the clanging sound of iron and stone, the chains extending from the sea of ​​fire bound it tightly, and no matter how hard it struggled, it was difficult to break free - with the "raw materials" provided by the completed sea of ​​fire, [Forging Flame] can continuously forge "chains" made of flames to continuously bind it.

In the distance, its owner slowly relaxed his brows and did not look at the bound Canglong.

The man simply stepped forward and swept out a ray of sword light again.

The sweeping flames cracked, then split into two, followed by a crisp, slight shattering sound, and the red crystals rising from the scorched earth shattered.

In front of this sword edge that is made up of extremely condensed Nanming Lihuo and is almost "pure white", all obstacles are like pieces of paper and are not worth mentioning.

——Until now.

Facing the sword that could destroy everything, in the shattered flames, Song Shi did not retreat but advanced instead!

The man looked on indifferently, the sword light flashed, the pure white sword tip turned around, cut through the sea of ​​fire, and slashed towards the opponent - except for the initial "Canglong", he did not show any of the common majestic momentum of [Dayuan].

There is no grand scale of preparation, no wanton exertion of great power.

From beginning to end, the man just held the sword and slashed.

This pure and simple power, under his control, became the invincible Fire Divine Sword.

And in the next moment.

This line of sword was completely blocked for the first time.

——That is the fierce red-gold light belonging to “Heavy Murder”!

At the moment of collision, the air paused for a moment, and then formed a deep depression. This depression suddenly expanded, completely sweeping away the nearby sea of ​​fire and clearing out a huge "vacuum".

No, it's not a complete "vacuum".

At this moment, the man's expression changed for the first time since the war began. A hint of surprise appeared between his brows, and the scene in front of him was reflected in his black pupils - a curtain of flames that seemed to burn the sky and boil the sea, rising into the sky behind Song Shi!
The huge impact caused by the collision between the sword and the heavy killer had no effect on the flame curtain that covered the sky and the sun?
"Nothing can be burned, nothing can be extinguished. This form of Nanming Lihuo is very strong."

The sword light swept across, creating a large winding crack in the flame curtain, but the flame curtain seemed to be unaffected and continued to surge and boil.

Wrapped in this curtain of flames, he slashed out with a heavy blow, forcing the sword light that had been rampant to finally start to evade.

"But this is not something that the second ring can perform. With your exquisite state of mind, you completely gathered and condensed the Southern Bright Fire and forced it to produce this 'pure white' form—"

Kill again and chop again, then advance again.

"The price you paid was the consumption of almost all of the Nanming Lihuo. You only maintain the 'first line' of divine power. It was not voluntary, but it was the only way - you no longer have any more Nanming Lihuo."

The sharp swords crisscrossed each other, and the sword light dragged out an extremely eye-catching pure white trail.

It was still unstoppable, and even facing Song Shi's psychic flames, it could be cut through easily.

But that's all.

Every time a piece of flame curtain is chopped and disintegrated, more flame curtains will fill the gap in the next moment, and even turn into an even more raging flame, devouring the enemy.

In the raging sea of ​​fire, Song Shi slashed with his sword, but was pushed back by the sword light. The man indifferently splashed his divine sword, forming a nine-foot sword circle. Anything that came close would be instantly turned into dust.

"How can a mere 'line' break my 'trend'?"

Song Shi was laughing. He was laughing heartily.

"——So, you will lose!"

Facing the powerful front and the nine-foot sword encirclement, Song Shi no longer had the slightest intention of avoiding it. He went against the trend - no, at this moment, the opponent was the one who was truly "going against the trend"!
The sword's tearing, the prairie's spreading, the blue dragon's tumbling
These things that should have been enough to influence the outcome of the battle, lost all their color in an instant.

——True power never lies in being intact.

As long as the will to control it remains intact, even if it is riddled with holes and on the verge of collapse, this trend can still be called "magnificent and mighty"!
Finally, as Zi Zhongshi chopped down, the flame curtain and the sword circle touched.

It was not just a simple "slash", what Jian Wei was facing at this moment was a natural disaster that covered the sky and the sun - it was not aimed at the destruction of a certain individual, but a trend that would burn the sky and boil the sea and encompass the four corners of the world.

Nine feet, collapse.

Eight feet, burned to ashes.

Seven feet, crushed.

This space belonging to the Tao briefly lit up. Pure white and red gold, two completely different colors blended together and quickly turned into purer colors.

The brilliant red gold submerged everything.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe only a moment.

When the burning wind finally caught its breath and began to sweep again, Song Shi stood in front of the man in the center of the gradually fading sea of ​​fire.

The man's expression remained indifferent. He lowered his head and glanced at the cuts on his chest and abdomen.

After a long time, the man nodded slightly and loosened his hand. The divine sword, which had long been unable to hold on, jumped out impatiently, and a line of it collapsed into scattered streams of fire.

The blue dragon in the distance let out an unwilling roar, but was unable to defy its master's will and also dissipated.

Song Shi looked at the other person quietly.

The man put the long sword, which had lost its divine power, back into the scabbard, straightened his clothes, pulled out a green jade pendant from his waist and handed it to the other party. When the other party took it, he took a step back and bowed.

There were no words. The next moment, the man raised his head indifferently, and his body turned into a stream of light and rose into the sky.

Song Shi also raised his head. In the endless night sky, a star in the east was twinkling faintly.

When I saw the star, the jade pendant in my hand became warm.

The next moment, whether it was the night sky, the sea of ​​stars, or the jade pendant, everything began to tremble and then collapsed.

A distinct feeling of weightlessness came over me, dragging my consciousness down. The huge gravity from reality, in a gentle but unquestionable manner, brought back its child.

Song Shi slowly opened his eyes.

He was still sitting on the chair, and Chakoro opposite him was still smiling. Everything that happened not long ago seemed like a dream, giving people an obvious sense of disharmony.

"What's the result?" asked Chakoro.

Song Shi raised his head and stared at the ceiling. After a while, he looked at the man.

"It's in my hands. Everything is under my control."

(End of this chapter)