The card game lasted almost the whole night, which somewhat broadened Long Qi's horizons. In particular, it allowed him to combine the knowledge points formed by the cold words in the internal textbooks with reality.
He has known for a long time that the battles between extraordinary species are never about gains or losses with one punch or one kick, but rather about the reasonable blessing of their own fields; the energy resources in the abyss that they can seize; the formation of conflicts between them.
In the chaotic turbulence, how to ensure the stability of one's own logic and rules while destroying the opponent's position.
But these words are easy to say. The battlefield is really right in front of you. If you don't have a clear vision, you can only be a fool.
Long Qi is now barely stronger than Fool.
Although he could not capture the trajectories of the three extraordinary species and the four bodies intertwining and colliding, he could only occasionally glimpse some afterimages, let alone the details.
But he guessed that Tuge, with one against two, was still on the offensive.
The reason is very simple. The field force fields that Long Qi can feel are still those spread out by Tuge.
Above the old path of the Sky Ridge, between the two wings of clouds, it is still controlled by the strict laws of the Fire of Style.
And as the rhythm rises and falls, there are those air currents that are constantly squeezing and bursting, just like the invisible long wings stretched out on Tuge's two exoskeleton armors, slashing and striking.
This is by no means a simple flow of luck. Long Qi could barely feel it. Every slash could stir up the abyss area and use the power of the abyss area for his own use. Therefore, he could split the air and cut the clouds, and he could move without any resistance.
On the sky ridge, the earth and rocks on the mountain peaks were cracked at every turn, and many of Bai Feng Lord's roots were also cut off. The blow was more than a hundred times more powerful than the blow that Melasin had swung earlier.
Even if it is Mo La, the tiger
Even such an extraordinary species should avoid the sharp edge for a while.
Therefore, Tuge's current combat method is not the common close-quarters killing on the physical side, but uses his ability to control airflow to control the situation.
The two exoskeleton armors, changing reality and reality, are more like tools used to dispatch opponents and adjust the rhythm. They fight as a whole.
This is in line with the fighting philosophy of the extraordinary species.
At least that's what Long Qi thinks.
By the way, I wonder how Turge’s ability compares to Shakal, who is known as the “first person to control airflow”?
Long Qi could no longer sit on the ground. He had to lie down in order to avoid dying as tragically as possible in the destructive airflow passing through the air.
At this time, Wen Huilan, who was only a few steps away from him, was still standing there, motionless. Her teeth had bitten the second joint of her index finger to draw blood, and her body was trembling.
She is obviously afraid, but what is she insisting on?
Just when Long Qi was confused, Mo La's extremely sharp voice pierced down from above:
"Ronan, don't go too far!"
What?
Long Qi was shocked and sat up from the ground.
The tiger's roar sounded almost at the same time, and there seemed to be something wrong with this old partner.
Long Qi's brain was torn apart at this moment, and he had no idea how to deal with this influx of information. His wandering eyes turned around in the sky, and finally, it was all coincidence that helped him locate the tiger.
At this time, the tiger looked like a mad tiger. Facing the airflow blade that was tearing apart mountains and rocks, he refused to dodge and charged forward forcefully. It felt like he was using the same tactics as Frith, but the results were very different.
With a bang, the tiger didn't use any tricks. He was stronger than the steel body.
He resisted the cutting of the airflow blade and smashed the obstacles on the road to pieces. His whole body was like a flying meteor, and then collided with an exoskeleton armor.
A dull shock wave swept through, and the outer skeleton armor that was hit instantly fell into pieces, and the flying components and fragments screamed through the air.
Tuger was not among them.
It was a hit, but the tiger didn't seem to be feeling well. His left hand firmly grasped the wrist of his right hand, with a gloomy look on his face as he stared at the only complete exoskeleton armor in the sky.
Under Mo La's "rebuke", the armor also broke away from the battle and hovered in the air. The originally tense fighting situation in the sky suddenly came to a standstill, and Mo La retreated far away.
Long Qi quickly changed his gaze. He thought for the first time that Tiger had sprained himself during the hard impact, but he soon felt that something was wrong.
Because at this time, the tiger seemed to be trying his best to suppress something, his face was ferocious, and he couldn't think of anything else.
In the void area above the Sky Spine, for the time being, only the fully armed Tuge remained - but under that set of exoskeleton armor, was it really Tuge?
It was also at this moment that the hundreds of fragmented exoskeleton armor components and fragments that had been hit by the tiger suddenly lost kinetic energy before almost disappearing into the depths of the clouds, and then reversed direction, and were completely destroyed by "Tuge"'s external force.
capture.
Then, they just regrouped in one place, not spliced together again, but surrounding the back of Tuge's head, like the round light behind the old immortal Buddha...
It's just that the cold metal and dark coating can't give it the majesty of the treasure. As it slowly circles around, it inexplicably distorts the atmosphere and absorbs light, and its center becomes darker and deeper.
It seems to have opened up a tunnel leading to an unknown plane.
At this time, "Tuge" was the guardian of the corridor, but when he thought about it again, he felt like a cold demon crawling out of it.
Mo La stayed far away from this "demon" and put on the long-brimmed hat that had been swept away by the aftermath of the fierce battle. It seemed that she was angry just now because the hat fell off...
"That's almost it. I'm just giving up a favor by accompanying you for a few rounds of deductions, but I can't catch a sheep and kill it!"
As she said that, she glanced at the tiger again: "I don't care anymore. The tiger really made you beat him and his old disease relapsed. Are you going to treat it?"
"Ah, sorry."
Ronan's voice came out, so calm that it lacked clear emotions: "The material here is unexpectedly rich and intuitive. It seems that Mr. Turger has often come here in recent years... In addition, there are some materials in memory,
The rendering is too heavy and it takes a lot of effort to organize it.
"I want to draw a rough outline today and lock in the key elements, which is natural for me."
As he spoke, "Tuge" hovering coldly in the sky above the Sky Ridge, as well as the wheel of darkness behind his head, were removed by an invisible hand, just like taking away a painting on the wall and returning to it.
Nothing.
The confused dimensional perception made Long Qi groan.
At this moment, a slight sound came from not far away.
Long Qi turned his face and saw that Wen Huilan seemed to have lost all her strength and sat on the ground. Until this moment, she was still biting the knuckle of her index finger, blood was flowing, and the bones were visible.
The blood flowed directly to her plain gauze, but it did not pollute it. Instead, it meandered along certain specific lines and gradually rendered it. The original colors and blood
The mixed dyeing makes the dark flower pattern on the gauze scarf more clear.
When Long Qi glanced over, he saw faces that were either happy or angry, angry or sad, kind or ferocious, human or inhuman.
And soon, these "faces" faded away, and the outlines of mountains, rocks, clouds, water, and other ink marks that looked like landscape paintings appeared instead, and then gradually disappeared. This should be the gauze pattern in a normal state, and the picture it depicts is just right.
These are the mountains where Baifengjun is located.
Mo La appeared behind Wen Huilan like a ghost. He took the gauze scarf out of her shoulders and neck politely and put it in his hand to look at it.
"It's a very good thing...it maps the various hills and modes of action of Lord Baifeng, and may also receive blessings. It should also be a core-level object in the Hundun Order, right?"
Long Qi suddenly realized, no wonder Ronan always paid attention to this scarf along the way yesterday, especially the misunderstanding scene when he first met Wen Huilan.
When they first met, Wen Huilan used this scarf and the corresponding information about the Hundun Order to gain Ronan's approval and lure him into the mountains by water.
Mo La just confirmed the foundation of the gauze, her focus was not here. As she spoke, she gently tied the gauze back to Wen Huilan's neck, and gently rubbed it twice:
"You fool, do you think you can evade those means by not sleeping, dreaming, or thinking? I'm afraid the tighter you are, the more weight the person you fear will have in your heart, and the more effective that person's means will be.
"In the end, you still have no chance of winning, and the most annoying thing is that the outcome was doomed from the beginning.
"Oh, this is Director Levi's famous quote, I don't like it, it's free
It’s given to you…actor.”
"That's it for today. Adjust your work and rest schedule. I'll update it tomorrow morning."