sjar Chapter 401 Hedging
Chapter 401 Hedging
Lin Zhao was not shocked for too long, because the Fallen Angel Judgment obviously had more than just the ability to devour. The moment he was seen by that eye, Lin Zhao clearly felt that his whole body was unable to move for a moment.
Fortunately, Ji Wantang herself seemed unable to fully control this terrifying eye. During the time when Lin Zhao was delayed, she could only sit there and use her consciousness to control the white giant sickle again and chop it down.
"Thousands of mountains have spirits, accompanying my cold sword, dew in the morning, frost in the evening."
"There is a sword in the mountains, leading me to the Tao. Spring thoughts melt away, and winter turns into cold snow."
Lin Zhao stroked her sword, and endless snowflakes were still falling between them.
But they all knew that it was not snowflakes, it was a counterattack transformed by Lin Zhao's sword energy and talisman, an absolute cover of achievement.
However, this spiritual skill, which consumed most of Lin Zhao's spiritual energy, was completely suppressed by Ji Wantang's Fallen Angel Judgment.
Ji Wantang did not perform the Judgment of Fallen Angel entirely by relying on her own strength, so she did not use too much power. Although her speed was slowed down, it was obvious that compared with Lin Zhao, Ji Wantang had more spiritual energy and trump cards left.
This was not good news for Lin Zhao.
This was the first time he fought with a person of the same age, and all his spiritual skills were completely counterattacked and suppressed.
Lin Zhao closed his eyes, and the Sky Phoenix Bone Sword caused the wind and snow to blow all over the sky. The spiritual energy of the Spirit Transformation Period drove the power of heaven and earth. The sword light swept up the cold light of frost and snow, and everything came together as one, pointing directly at Ji Wantang's face.
"This sword kills the devil, this sword proves the truth; the sword breaks a hundred barriers, my heart is clear. The brilliance blooms, the cold snow is sharp, my way grants spirits, thousands of spirits bloom."
To put it bluntly, the Fallen Angel is another kind of demon, and the Thousand Spirits Sword Technique is fundamentally able to restrain the demon.
Ji Wantang felt that the Judgment of the Fallen Angel was suppressed for a moment, and surprise flashed in her blood-red eyes, but this did not surprise her too much.
"Since you have a way to break this, then let me use the thing that destroyed you back then to destroy you again!" Ji Wantang raised her hand and formed a seal. The blood-red phoenix that had been lurking behind her let out a long cry and directly sank into Ji Wantang's body.
The next moment, Ji Wantang's momentum continued to rise, and he actually broke through the 180 million spiritual flow mark.
This is the spiritual technique to improve your spiritual energy.
Obviously, Ji Wantang was a little angry that Lin Zhao was able to use a spiritual skill that could suppress the Judgment of the Fallen Angel to break the surprise he had left for Lin Zhao.
At this moment, her eyes turned blood red, her long gray hair automatically turned black, and the eye between her eyebrows disappeared. She was using the pure power of the Blood Phoenix at this moment, so the wings behind her also turned into a pair of blood-colored wings.
The current Ji Wantang can be called the Blood Phoenix Ji Wantang. It is difficult for Lin Zhao to describe the state of the previous Ji Wantang.
There was the arrogance and bloodiness of the Blood Phoenix, as well as the dead silence and coldness of the ancestral spirit. Although these two feelings were not contradictory, they felt extremely contradictory when placed on Ji Wantang at that time.
Because Ji Wantang in that state didn't seem to have exerted these two powers to their fullest potential.
But now Ji Wantang has taken back the power of his ancestors, and only the terrifying crazy and bloodthirsty spirit remains in his body.
——She can bring the power of the Blood Phoenix to its fullest potential.
Ji Wantang fixed his eyes on Lin Zhao and said slowly, "According to your spiritual energy consumption, you are no longer my opponent. Lin Zhao, surrender. I will let your family erect a monument for you."
Lin Zhao looked at her expressionlessly: "How could you think that my spiritual skills only reached that point?"
How many days had she waited for this day?
How long had she been waiting, eagerly, to get what was hers back?
Does it consume spiritual energy?
Lin Zhao stuffed a few pills into his mouth, feeling the rapid recovery of his spiritual energy, and looked at Ji Wantang with eyes gradually filled with murderous intent.
"This sword is like a mountain, this place is like a peak. The mountain is inaccessible, and there is nothing between the two. I intend to cut through thousands of thoughts, and my heart is burning. The brilliance is hard to contain, and the thousands of opportunities are hard to collect. There is no evil in my way, and thousands of spiritual flowers fall."
The Sky Phoenix Bone Sword flew out of his hand and dispersed into gentle white raindrops, falling towards Ji Wantang.
Lin Zhao held the Tianzhu in her hand and wrote the Qianling Hualuo sword talisman stroke by stroke.
The light seemed like gentle drizzle, but only Ji Wantang, the person involved, knew how terrifying the sword intent was hidden in each drizzle. Any raindrop that fell here could directly destroy a person in the early stage of the Spirit Transformation.
The blood-red sword in her hand no longer concealed the bloody aura.
Feeling the raindrops falling on his body, even with Ji Wantang's terrifying physical fitness and spiritual energy, he couldn't help but roar. At this moment, the whites of his eyes disappeared, leaving only a snow-red color. There was a spiritual light flickering in the red, and it was obvious that Ji Wantang was still conscious.
She stretched out her hand, wrapped in a trace of dangerous and deadly sword energy, but her posture was casual and arrogant, as if she was walking in the rain, and she laughed heartily, "Phoenix Blood Flame, come."
The blood-red flames under his feet shot up into the sky, and at the same time, the flames on the blood-red wings behind him turned into a phoenix, resisting the continuous drizzle.
The blood flame became her armor, and the continuous drizzle eroded this hard armor.
Ji Wantang raised a blood-red thin sword and said, "Phoenix Sky Net, strangle."
The blood-red web was swirling with faint blood-red flames, spinning and growing larger and larger, and finally one turned into two, and two turned into three...
Lin Zhao looked at this scene and let out a deep breath.
She recalled the Tianhuang Bone Sword again, and hundreds of Bodhi Slashes were launched in two breaths, bombarding Ji Wantang's vital point.
Ji Wantang held a rapier in his hand, and the long sword made a sword flower. The patterns left by the sword flowers were magnified in Lin Zhao's eyes.
Fu Xiu? !
When surrounded by the patterns summoned by Ji Wantang, Lin Zhao realized that Ji Wantang was also a talisman master of the same level as himself.
This trick is really well hidden.
She thought she had already expected Ji Wantang to be high enough, but she didn't expect that Ji Wantang would exceed her expectations again and again.
Lin Zhao no longer hesitated, changed his hand seals, and struck out with the Emperor Phoenix Palm.
The blood-red phoenix wings behind Ji Wantang spread out and shook slightly.
The phoenix wings burst out with thousands of blood-red rays of light, and blasted towards the Emperor Phoenix Palm Seal.
"Phoenix Thousand Strikes."
The result of the collision between the Emperor Phoenix Palm and the Phoenix Thousand Strikes was the demise of both sides.
At this moment, Lin Zhao straightened her back.
Ji Wantang's messy long hair fell to her lips. She bit the hair and swallowed the blood in her mouth.
Although her spiritual energy is now stronger than Lin Zhao's, her condition is not necessarily much better than Lin Zhao's.
Because she underestimated Qian Ling Hualuo, she was hit by the terrifying rain of swords.
"It seems like neither of us can do anything when our spiritual skills collide." A white light flashed under Lin Zhao's feet, and when she reappeared, she was already in front of Ji Wantang.
Ji Wantang drew his sword to block Lin Zhao's stab, and the next moment he summoned a giant white sickle with his other hand and slashed towards Lin Zhao's neck.