Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 521 A desperate move

The evil flames condensed into a vast ocean. Even though the range was intentionally narrowed to increase the intensity, it still raged over an area of ​​several kilometers. Even if a cargo ship of hundreds of thousands of tons fell into it, it would be devoured and melted in a few breaths.

Isidore showed no fear.

The victory of the sky and the wielding halberd formed a round and self-consistent "field", which was not large, limited to seven feet around the body. Such a field resisted all attacks, the surging black fire and the frenzied slashing, but could not break through.

Song Shi was like a strong man trying to break a strong bow. He held his breath and exerted strength over and over again. His knuckles holding the bow turned white. The bowstring slowly tightened and the bow slowly bent, but he was still far from being able to break it completely.

Keli has reached his limit.

"Yeah. There's a lot to praise."

Between Isidore's eyebrows, an inverted triangle of silver appeared at some point. It was a psychic skill she used to stabilize her mind. The silver inverted triangle was stained with a layer of deep black. After being bombarded by such a strong [Disaster Flame], it was obviously not without any impact, but it was also far from being completely soaked.

"His martial arts skills are perfect and self-contained." The halberd swept across the incoming flames, then turned to the side and steadily caught the next attack without leaving any flaws: "His will is consistent and will not be swayed by anything else."

"The combination of psychic skills is tailored to one's own needs, and they complement each other in a cycle, interweaving and multiplying."

In the defensive phase, Isidore's method of swinging the halberd remained the same, neither the gentle differentiation and dissipation of force nor the indestructible head-on collision. She just accurately captured the most appropriate time and used the most appropriate spiritual energy.

"What's even better than that is that you can be yourself."

It was Isidore who was at a disadvantage, but the woman acted so easily. The halberd and the flame blade collided fiercely, and her calm voice rang out between the gaps of broken sparks.

"Whether it's martial arts or psychic skills, even willpower can be honed and tempered. But even if you give others the same psychic powers, they will never be able to do what you do."

It should be some kind of "comparative" psychic skill. Maybe failure is the mother of victory. At this time, Isidore's psychic power is still increasing little by little, chasing after Song Shi, who is advancing rapidly and surpassing himself.

The speed of this enhancement is not as fast or as strong as "self-immolation", but it is more stable.

"It is the 'Song Consciousness' that governs these, rather than these constituting the 'Song Consciousness'."

——The peak is coming!
Song Shi had no time to pay attention to what the other party said.

After a series of blessings, the fierceness and burning intensity of the flames of disaster had even reached a level that he himself could not help but marvel at. If it were the battlefield against Otoro that day, in this state, he could even make the opponent not even have time to use [Natural Disaster Manifestation], and would have been killed head-on.

But still, can't win!

After this series of enhancements, I am about to reach the peak I can reach.

This level of confrontation involves a problem of adaptation. Every time his spiritual power advances, Isidore will first fall into a short-term disadvantage, and then adapt to this new intensity of power in an instant, making the situation stable again.

You are becoming stronger every moment, and the other party is becoming more adaptable every moment.

Song Shi had no doubt that when he crossed the peak and started to go downhill, even if his spiritual energy did not decay much, maybe only a hair's breadth, the opponent could turn the situation upside down, switch offense and defense, and blast him into a place of no return in one breath.

I can somewhat understand Lu Danshu's feelings.

Song Shi thought to himself. In the fight in this life, the opponent had been suppressing him, and his boxing skills were so perfect that they shook the world. At one point, his posture was on the verge of collapse, but in the end, this collapse was only an appearance. The great trend of the furnace of heaven and earth burned the opponent's pure martial body.

And this moment.

Isidore's defense was not even on the verge of collapse, at best it was just a little messy.

Even though he was still getting stronger, his observations from [Liuliguan] and his intuition from countless battles became stronger, and the heart-pounding sense of crisis gradually increased. Isidore was accumulating something. A move that could win the game in one fell swoop.

Either make the final decision or be patient.

——While he was still looking for an opportunity to win, the opponent had already raised two keys to victory.

Boom!

The heavy blow came down on his head, and the axe and halberd were extended just at the right place. The strong aftermath spread out violently, causing the sea of ​​fire to ripple like water satin.

Isidore's hair fluttered in the wind, dancing in disorder. Her lips were cold, but her eyes were shining brightly. The halberd as tall as a person seemed to be nothing in her hand. Only when it blocked the flames would it reveal its shocking power.

The two sides became a series of blurred shadows, galloping in the dark fire, and everything was turned upside down wherever they passed.

It is said that when the sun jumps out of the vast sea of ​​clouds and climbs to the top of the mountain, the golden clouds spread out and everything in the world will be covered with brilliant light. At that time, the climber standing on the top of the mountain is the person closest to the sun in the world at that moment.

Isidore had seen the sunrise, and he had seen it in many places.

Wuzong's people were keen on improvising poetry at that moment, and then quickly turned from literary to physical. The Axiom Army would check the weather in advance, and if there was heavy fog the next day, they would fire fog cannons overnight. As for Haita Trade, unless Isidore said "I need to be alone for a while", those people in suits would find the best angle, take a photo and carefully cut it into a "CEO watching the sun" to promote their work.

But no sunrise has ever been as decisive as this one.

The psychic's perception and vision simultaneously reflected this scene. A "sun" burning with black flames rose up, without the warmth that nurtured all things, only pure destruction.

The young man's body was covered with tiny cracks filled with flames of evil. It looked like porcelain that would fall apart at the slightest touch, yet it was as strong and hard as glass.

After being reborn to this moment, Song Shi had never felt so good before. The boiling blood and fire were about to burn his entire body, including his soul. But from this horrible burning pain of burning blood and marrow, an indescribable pleasure was brewed.

Climbers of the mountain reached its summit.

The moment I reached the top, the sun rose.

All the spiritual energy gathered together, the flowing flames of disaster, the brewing catastrophe, everything between heaven and earth was drained of color, and in this chaotic world, only two colors were still shining.

Carrying a dark sun, Chongshi fell towards another color.

Like the sun, risk everything.

(End of this chapter)