Quan Jingfeng looked around, searching for traces of his opponent.
He has watched the ring matches over the past few days,
Judging from the strength he has shown so far, if Li Ang still wants to use the method of reading instead of martial arts to fight head-on, he is 80% sure that he can defeat his opponent within ten breaths.
The situation in front of him also happened to prove his estimation - Li Ang did not have the confidence to make direct contact, so he changed his method and used means other than telekinesis for the first time.
Huh——
The Zhanma Dao flaps regularly to disperse the fog ahead.
Shasha.
There was a rustling sound in the fog. Quan Jingfeng raised his crossbow without hesitation and pulled the amplifier in the direction of the sound.
The stainless steel crossbow arrows flew into the fog and disappeared.
After a few breaths, the rustling sound, like a scurrying mouse, sounded again and appeared behind Quan Jingfeng.
Phew——
The crossbow arrow fired again, and the tail feathers of the arrow rolled up the thick fog, making the fog appear as a "concave" outline.
The sound stopped for a while, then came again, and began to circle around Quan Jingfeng.
And the sound is getting louder and regular,
It's like some kind of large beast on all fours, running forward.
Pretend to be a ghost.
Quan Jingfeng sneered in his heart, the southern border of Jing Kingdom is adjacent to the Shiwan Barren Mountains, where all kinds of weird and strange things happen one after another.
What kind of military camp soldiers heard a woman crying at night, and a few days later all the soldiers in the camp disappeared inexplicably, with no one alive or dead;
The old woman was washing her clothes by the river and saw a ball of meat floating from the upper reaches of the river. After being cut open, it was the dead head of her son who had not returned home for many years;
A group of children in colorful clothes held hands and swaggered through the city, throwing gold and silver coins at passers-by. Anyone who picked up the coins would die violently at night. The knowledgeable old people said that their lives were bought by things in the barren mountains;<
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I have heard too many absurd stories,
The "footsteps of beasts in the thick fog" in front of us are really just pretending.
"Found you."
Quan Jingfeng took a step forward, and drew a semicircular trajectory in the air with the sword in his hand. Hong Maple's blood was like a razor, gouging out a large piece of dense fog, exposing the source of the sound to his field of vision.
That's...
Wind chimes?
The sound comes from a device composed of talismans and chanting threads. Four vibrato notes are connected together through the chanting threads and successively emit preset sounds.
The thought thread is pulled on the ground, creating an effect like the footsteps of a beast.
The reason why the device can move is because it is connected to a larger, spiderweb-like thought thread system.
‘It turns out that he created thick fog to cover up the arrangement of thought lines...’
As soon as the idea came to mind, a sharp sound broke through the air from behind.
Quan Jingfeng turned around suddenly and grasped a flying arrow out of thin air.
The fire talisman wrapped on the cold arrow was instantly activated, erupting into blazing fire, burning the palm of the hand.
Click.
He pressed hard, and the fine steel crossbow arrow immediately bent, and the yellow paper fire charm wrapped on the surface was also crushed.
"Using your advantage as a sorcerer, using crossbow arrows as a medium to release the talisman without getting close? It's really traditional."
Quan Jingfeng said lightly, swinging his arm forward casually, the seemingly cumbersome Zhanma Dao spurted out red maple energy and blood, and nimbly slashed at the second flying crossbow arrow.
Before the cold talisman wrapped on the crossbow arrow could be activated, it was split in half along with the arrow by the Zhanma Dao that was imbued with energy and blood.
"It's useless, my reaction speed is faster than a crossbow..."
Quan Jingfeng persuaded in a calm tone, but the crossbow arrows were still fired in different directions, including those wrapped in talismans and some simple cold arrows.
In the thick fog, the warrior's perception is not as sharp as that of the mind master.
He couldn't see whether there was any talisman attached to the crossbow arrows, so he had to activate his energy and blood, use his Zhanma Dao to chop down every flying arrow, and use his energy and blood to suppress the spontaneous activation of the talisman.
This was very disadvantageous. The ratio of talisman arrows to ordinary arrows quickly changed from one to two to one to five, and the red maple energy was being consumed every moment.
But Quan Jingfeng was not anxious. He counted the numbers silently in his mind.
Eight, nine...
The ingenious crossbow worn by the opponent is an assassination weapon commonly used by West Jing assassins. A quiver can hold up to twenty arrows.
After twenty arrows, a new arrow box must be installed.
This also means that there will be gaps.
Twenty!
After the twentieth arrow was shot, there was indeed a short gap.
Quan Jingfeng used all his strength to drive up his energy and blood, deflected the arrows, and rushed into the thick fog like a heavily loaded carriage, slashing forward with the sword in his hand.
But it was all empty.
There was no Li Ang in front of him, as he imagined, holding a hand crossbow and gliding on the thread.
There is only a layer of spider web-like thought threads and a few arranged crossbow arrows.
These thought threads will, under the control of thought power, pick up crossbow arrows on the ground and launch them by themselves using the thought threads themselves as bow strings.
This is a trap.
Quan Jingfeng reacted belatedly. His tempered body sensed the approaching danger, and before realizing it, he instinctively held the sword and swung it to the left.
Cang!
The sound of gold and iron interlacing stirred in the ring,
Li Ang emerged silently from the thick fog, and on the way to stab Quan Jingfeng's neck with the three-edged spear in his hand, he was intercepted by the Saber Saber.
Quan Jingfeng's instincts, honed over many years of hunting monsters, saved him from defeat.
He took a deep breath and had no time to think about Li Ang's insidiousness, nor did he have time to think about how he almost lost to an opponent two levels below.
The sword in his hand burst out with more intense red maple energy and blood.
The gap between the two sides in terms of path and physical quality made Zhan Ma Dao, who was at an inconvenient angle to exert force, still provoke the three-edged spear.
Quan Jingfeng moved half a step to the left and blasted out with his left arm.
It's over.
At this distance, the punch thrown by the Houtian Perfect Warrior was too urgent and too fast
Even if the opponent uses telekinesis in time, it is impossible to avoid it.
Faced with an unavoidable punch,
Li Ang showed no fear and let go of the triangular spear directly, even relaxing his muscles all over his body.
Niansi, trigger.
The threads of thought wrapped around his limbs and torso all received instructions to contract or stretch.
Using an angle of exertion that is impossible for a normal human body, he controlled Li Ang's body and made an extremely weird posture, narrowly avoiding this punch.
Quan Jingfeng's eyes suddenly widened. Although he already knew that Li Ang's telekinesis control accuracy was much stronger than that of monks of the same level, the scene in front of him still exceeded his expectations.
In a hurry, Quan Jingfeng reluctantly changed his moves and tried to hit his opponent with an uppercut.
However, the spiderweb-like thought threads spread on the ground stretch faster than the muscles.
Li Ang's palm pressed against Quan Jingfeng's helmet before Quan Jingfeng's fist.
A piece of talisman, like banknotes flying into a merit box, floated in along the slit between the eyes of Quan Jingfeng's helmet.
Tremolo, start.
Boom boom boom boom!
The huge sound reverberated passionately in the metal helmet, and the sound pressure impacted the lymph fluid and vestibular nerves in Quan Jingfeng's ears, causing an instant loss of balance and direction.
The tall body involuntarily knelt on the ground.
Li Ang looked at his opponent, pulled out the short knife given by Duke Yan from his waist, held the handle of the knife with his left hand, pierced the gap in the opponent's helmet, and suddenly hammered the end of the handle with his right hand.
Buzz!
The ring ban lights up with a red light indicating the end of the game.
This chapter has been completed!