Chapter two hundred and fortieth battle against the devil
Boom——
The flames instinctively turned into strips around Desang's body, and the three-headed and six-armed spiritual body was attached to Zhen's body.
He punched out with a clenched fist, and the devil in front of him remained motionless, seemingly unresponsive.
If Desang is not angry or angry, he is either 100% sure or a fool.
boom--
The battle broke out, and the hard wall shook immediately, and the Nordachians inside the wall hurriedly ran inside.
Whether they were civilians or psychics, they scurried away under the impact of this powerful psychic energy.
The devil received a punch, but the fist seemed to hit the air and slid past the devil's cheek.
The punch landed without any real impact.
Desang had a guess in his mind. Is this adding physical and spiritual energy to flexibility?
No matter whether it is a psychic attack or a physical attack, it will not really hurt him.
One punch, another punch, another punch, six arms waving their fists like hot wheels, waving their fists in a roar.
Instead, a smile appeared on the devil's face, eyes closed as he enjoyed the perfect force-relieving fist massage.
Knives, spears, and four sharp weapons were all put into battle at the same time, and the result was still the same.
"It's my turn."
The devil opened his eyes, and his gentle temperament suddenly changed. He was like a helpless scholar who got on the horse and turned into a veteran on the battlefield with a knife.
Boom——
The slender palms hit Desang's chest heavily, knocking him out dozens of meters away. The six-armed monster's rolling body straightened up, and the six palms slapped the ground heavily. One of them jumped forward and leaned down to face the devil.
charge.
Strength and softness are vividly reflected in the devil. When he is soft, he is not hurt at all, but when he is strong, he is invincible with an iron fist.
Desan was in a bitter fight.
The flame is useless to the devil, because it is also removed by him and has no effect on him.
No, we can't start a war here.
Looking at the crumbling city wall in the aftermath of the fist, looking at the plant food that was knocked to the ground, the violent air flow violently impacted the surrounding ground dozens of meters away.
Desang took one step first and ran towards the distance.
The devil waved his hand, and across the small river not far away, the surging river water seemed to violate the laws of nature, converging into long streams of water and hitting the escaping Desang.
Desang, who had run several kilometers away, turned around and his pupils shrank, his clear eyes reflecting the speeding water line.
Top speed, this is the real top speed.
He only had time to open the psychic flame shield, six arms crossed in front of his chest, and two big feet crushed the ground. The inertia of advancement was still pushing him, and the legs and feet rooted in the ground plowed out long and deep feet.
mark.
Almost at the same time, high-pressure and high-speed water arrived.
laugh--
The water flow that used to be extremely gentle changed from being soft around the fingers to becoming a diamond body, cutting through Desang's psychic shield at extremely fast speeds and with extremely small cross-sections.
Separated by tens of meters, the two figures moved differently, one was as calm as usual, and the other was extremely embarrassed.
The water flow and the shield surged, causing ripples. The crushed water droplets turned into mist that filled the sky, intertwining with the boiling flames.
One line, ten lines, fifty lines...
The semicircular psychic shield became more rounded and thicker, and the burning flames and the psychic shield almost merged together, forming bright patterns.
The water droplets in the sky shattered, and the hazy air was as fresh as after a heavy rain.
Tick tick tick——
High-concentration water mist condenses in the air and falls to the ground like raindrops.
The six-armed monster beat the ground, and a large circle of mud exploded on the muddy ground. The shield in front of him was undamaged.
The turbulent water is like an elite assassin, shooting at it from every frontal angle.
The water jet was very sharp and cut through the weeds. The weeds broke in half and cut through half of the big tree, leaving only half of the smooth trunk.
Scratching the stone, the stone is lifted up, leaving a smooth cut surface.
If you use your body to resist, you will only end up being cut into two pieces.
He somewhat understood why the warriors from a hundred years ago had wings but were knocked off, probably because of this high-pressure water jet.
The devil's physical essence is the same as his. They are both peak psykers, the highest peak that the Nordic people can reach.
But the devil, as an existence that has survived for who knows how many years, has a huge difference in the application of its power.
The degree of control is not just the slightest bit, but a deeper level of control.
In two years, he has reached the peak of his physical fitness and spiritual power. When compared to creatures that are weaker than him, he is invincible, but when he encounters creatures that are on the same level as him, but use every power to the extreme.
If it exists, it will fail completely.
When I see the gap, I start to care about it. I am not as clueless as before.
With the right comparison, he can improve himself in a targeted manner, catch up with the devil, and then kill the devil.
call out--
A blazing line of fire flew into the sky and penetrated the hazy water mist plain. The red flame with purple in it was more like light. The extremely compressed light and heat bloomed in an instant.
The devil's heart trembled as the line of fire, which seemed to move at about the same speed as light to the naked eye, approached him in one millionth of a breath.
laugh--
A red line appeared on the devil's innocent cheek, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye. He was injured.
"I didn't expect to meet a genius like you in such a low-level world." The devil whispered, without relaxing the attack in his hand.
The mist all over the sky condensed into water, once again becoming a weapon for his attack.
Desang remained silent and rolled in the vast mist.
Genius? Desan does not agree with this view. He has just broadened his horizons. As long as he has enough experience, there are no difficulties or thresholds that he cannot overcome.
The water lines crisscrossed each other and flew hundreds of meters before evaporating into mist due to fierce air friction.
The three-headed and six-armed monster strode through the muddy swamp. Lines of water struck the psychic shield in front of him. At the same time, lines of fire shot out from his hands.
The scene was a little out of control for a moment. The devil and the weirdo did not fight hand-to-hand, but exchanged blows.
High-voltage water lines and high-voltage fire lines intersect, and in extreme cases they will occasionally intersect, causing mist to rise.
It seemed that neither of them could do anything to the other, but neither of them easily launched a killing move. The devil had lived for at least hundreds of years. At least, the method of condensing the human body into fruit made Desang very afraid.
However, Desang's eight-petaled lotus, the final form of the four spiritual practices combined into one, has not been exposed.
The water vapor rises, and the devil's figure looms in the sky, ethereal and unlike any ordinary thing.
Desang's mouth curled up secretly, standing in the sky? Did you think he couldn't fly?
Under the cover of the intersecting fire and water lines, the three-headed and six-armed monster gradually approached the devil's body.