Everything was all to give the wooden swords a chance at a kill!
Ding Xin’s eyes narrowed as a feeling of sudden, intense danger welled up in his heart. This was the first time he had experienced this feeling in the backwater State of Zhao. Even in the Southern Domain, he had never provoked the wrath of Foundation Establishment Cultivators; he’d only ever been in tousles with people of the same stage as himself.
Astonished to be in such a perilous situation, he raised his right hand and pushed down on his forehead. An exploding sound rippled out, and a massive amount of Violet Qi poured forth from his head. It rapidly congealed into the figure of a person, his back facing Meng Hao.
The vague figure was dressed in a violet robe. An explosive pressure burst out from it, and Violet Qi roiled out everywhere, causing the net to stop in place.
Ding Xin’s face paled as the massive net slowed to a halt. He immediately shot backward. The two wooden swords gave no indication that they would stop. They continued to shoot forward without the slightest hesitation, passing through the violet cloud and speeding toward Ding Xin.
“Impossible!” Ding Xin’s scalp went numb and his face filled with astonishment. How could he ever have imagined that Meng Hao’s two wooden swords could defy the power of his lifesaving magic!?
This lifesaving magic was bestowed upon disciples of the ninth level of Qi Condensation, and was capable of resisting the complete power of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator. It could only be used once, and even after all these years, he had never employed its power. Finally, in the face of imminent peril, he had used it today. And yet, it couldn’t stop the two wooden swords.
“What type of sword is this!?” The blood drained from Ding Xin’s face. At such a critical moment, he didn’t have time to think about it. He clenched his jaw and then let out a mighty roar. He bit his tongue and spit out some blood. This was blood from his Cultivation base, and was connected to his longevity. As soon as he spat it out, his Cultivation base dropped a bit. It would take a significant amount of time in secluded meditation before it could recover.
As soon as he spit the blood out, it transformed into a red mist that was sucked in by the violet mist form that had emerged from his head. He let out a shout:
“Violet Qi from the East!” Immediately, the purple-robed figure turned around. Its face was blurry, but its eyes were clearly radiating a powerful, violet glow.
When the violet glow appeared, Meng Hao’s body shook and pain washed over him like floodwaters. He retreated backward, blood spraying from his back. A roaring sound filled his body, and his consciousness began to waver. He floated backward like a kite with its string cut, then dropped down onto the surface of the North Sea. He slowly sank down into the water.
At the same time, the two wooden swords started to shake. One of them turned violet, seemingly no longer under Meng Hao’s control. It spun out of control, then fell down into the North Sea.
But… that was only one sword. Ding Xin had gone all out, reducing his own life expectancy and damaging his Cultivation base to employ the full power of the lifesaving art. But he had only been able to target one of the wooden swords. The second one, though it was shaking, continued onward. In an instant, it passed through everything to stab into Ding Xin’s chest. Then, it seemed to lose the spiritual power which controlled it. It too fell down into the North Sea.
ทุกอย่างเป็นทั้งหมดเพื่อให้ดาบไม้มีโอกาสที่ฆ่าตาดิงซิ narrowed เป็นความรู้สึกฉับพลัน รุนแรงอันตราย welled ขึ้นในใจ นี้เป็นครั้งแรกที่เขามีประสบการณ์ความรู้สึกนี้ในนิ่งรัฐ Zhao แม้ในโดเมนใต้ เขาไม่เคยมียั่วยุโทสะของเครื่องพรวนดินในการก่อตั้งมูลนิธิ เขาเท่านั้นที่เคยได้ใน tousles คนของระยะเดียวกันเป็นตัวเองประหลาดใจจะอยู่ในสถานการณ์อันตราย เขายกมือขวาขึ้น และผลักดันลงบนหน้าผากของเขา คลื่นเสียงระเบิดออก และจำนวนมากของฉีม่วงเทออกมาจากศีรษะของเขา มันอย่างรวดเร็วเป็นโพลีเป็นรูปของบุคคล หลังหันเฮาเมงรูปคลุมเครือตัวในเป็นเสื้อคลุมสีม่วง แรงดันระเบิดที่ระเบิดออกมาจากมัน และม่วงฉี roiled ออกทุก สุทธิการหยุดในตำแหน่งที่ก่อให้เกิดใบหน้าของ Xin ดิง paled เป็นตาข่ายขนาดใหญ่ชะลอตัวต้องหยุดชะงัก ทันทีเขายิงย้อนหลัง สองไม้ดาบให้ไม่บ่งชี้ว่าพวกเขาจะหยุด พวกเขายังคงยิงไปข้างหน้าโดยไม่ลังเลน้อย ผ่านเมฆม่วง และเร่งไปทางซิดิง"ไม่" หนังศีรษะดิงซิไปชา และใบหน้าของเขาเต็มไป ด้วยเมือ วิธีอาจเขาเคยมีจินตนาการว่า เมงเฮาสองดาบไม้สามารถต่อต้านอำนาจของเวทมนตร์ของเขาเป็นThis lifesaving magic was bestowed upon disciples of the ninth level of Qi Condensation, and was capable of resisting the complete power of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator. It could only be used once, and even after all these years, he had never employed its power. Finally, in the face of imminent peril, he had used it today. And yet, it couldn’t stop the two wooden swords.“What type of sword is this!?” The blood drained from Ding Xin’s face. At such a critical moment, he didn’t have time to think about it. He clenched his jaw and then let out a mighty roar. He bit his tongue and spit out some blood. This was blood from his Cultivation base, and was connected to his longevity. As soon as he spat it out, his Cultivation base dropped a bit. It would take a significant amount of time in secluded meditation before it could recover.As soon as he spit the blood out, it transformed into a red mist that was sucked in by the violet mist form that had emerged from his head. He let out a shout:“Violet Qi from the East!” Immediately, the purple-robed figure turned around. Its face was blurry, but its eyes were clearly radiating a powerful, violet glow.When the violet glow appeared, Meng Hao’s body shook and pain washed over him like floodwaters. He retreated backward, blood spraying from his back. A roaring sound filled his body, and his consciousness began to waver. He floated backward like a kite with its string cut, then dropped down onto the surface of the North Sea. He slowly sank down into the water.At the same time, the two wooden swords started to shake. One of them turned violet, seemingly no longer under Meng Hao’s control. It spun out of control, then fell down into the North Sea.But… that was only one sword. Ding Xin had gone all out, reducing his own life expectancy and damaging his Cultivation base to employ the full power of the lifesaving art. But he had only been able to target one of the wooden swords. The second one, though it was shaking, continued onward. In an instant, it passed through everything to stab into Ding Xin’s chest. Then, it seemed to lose the spiritual power which controlled it. It too fell down into the North Sea.
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