Chapter 160: Fighting with the Late Stage (Part 2)
Ye Zetian looked at Lu Kun's burly figure speeding towards him. The two golden flywheels in front of him came together tightly and began to rotate. Then golden blades flashed out from their edges. Each golden blade had a primary top level.
The power of magic.
Ye Zetian smiled slightly. His consciousness was average. Although he could not use the most powerful combination technique of the pair of flywheels, he could barely use the less powerful combination technique.
This move is much weaker than the most powerful summation technique, but it is already a very powerful move for those cultivators in the early stages of foundation building.
The cutting arts at the primary and top levels are overwhelming. Lu Kun cannot dodge. No matter how fast his long stick weapon attacks, it cannot block all the cutting arts at the same time. The defensive shield in the early stage of foundation building cannot withstand so many cutting arts.
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Feeling the power of these spells, Lu Kun's eyes became more ferocious, and he directly dragged the combined giant stick in and rushed in!
"Why should I hide from these spells!"
"Even the true fire of the Foundation Establishment Stage can't melt my body for a while, and these cutting techniques that can't even reach the intermediate level spells can do nothing to me!"
Lu Kun rushed in for a short while, and the outermost magic shield was broken.
Many of the disciples watching outside couldn't help but scream, and some even covered their eyes, unable to bear the sight of Lu Kun being dismembered.
In their understanding, if a cultivator has no defensive magic weapon and the magic shield is broken, he will definitely die.
They couldn't understand why Lu Kun went in to die.
"What! How is that possible!"
The disciple who closed his eyes heard the exclamations of the people around him and couldn't help but open his eyes. His eyes were straight and he couldn't believe what he saw.
I saw that the red and blue halo on Lu Kun's body was so strong that it actually blocked all the cutting techniques.
"What kind of defensive shield is this?"
"It turns out that Junior Brother Lu has defensive spells at the intermediate level and above. No wonder he dares to charge so hard."
The only defense spells that can withstand so many attacks from top-level primary cutting spells are two levels higher than this.
Seeing Lu Kun rampaging through the cutting technique, Ye Zetian was surprised. He didn't think that Lu Kun would have an intermediate or above talisman just after he was promoted to the foundation building stage.
This kind of talisman can only be activated by liquid mana in the foundation building stage, and it is impossible for Lu Kun to obtain it in the Qi refining stage.
"Then Lu Kun releases the defensive spells on his body by himself. Can his alien spiritual roots release mid-level defensive spells?"
Seeing that the cutting technique was ineffective, Lu Kun was about to approach him in the blink of an eye. Ye Zetian propped up the defensive shield in the late stage of foundation building, and at the same time, with a move of his hand, the combined flywheel separated.
The defensive flywheel swelled in size and rotated rapidly against his body, providing tight defense.
Another attack flywheel also started to rotate around him.
This late-stage foundation-building monk deployed three layers of defense in an instant.
The outermost layer can also counterattack at any time.
Lu Kun, who was approaching, relied on the Green Fire Escape Technique to cross the outermost attacking golden wheel and hit the defensive flywheel with the giant stick burning with white flames.
The force contained in it pushed it back and stuck to the mana shield behind it.
This blow made Ye Zetian know why Lu Kun beat Li Haiyang until he was unable to fight back.
The huge power contained in Lu Kun's giant stick actually knocked back his level 3 psychic weapon. Coupled with gravity, it was able to completely break Li Haiyang's defense!
In addition to strength, there is also a trace of paralysis coming from the opponent's stick, which makes the movement of his mana slightly stagnant. However, the power of paralysis is much smaller than Sun Haowen's thunder spell, and it does not have much impact on his deep mana.
Impact.
After Lu Kun hit the defensive flywheel with a stick, before he could deliver a second blow, the outer attack flywheel attacked with sharp golden light.
Lu Kun had to change his tactics and swung the black giant stick horizontally.
"Zi Zi"
There was a harsh friction sound between the two magical instruments, accompanied by a large number of sparks.
Lu Kun's arms were trembling, and his legs were on the ground. His pants were torn apart by the bulging muscles, revealing the silver spirit-controlling magic weapon on his legs.
The power of this third-level psychic weapon was beyond his imagination. Under the urging of the powerful magic power in the later stage of foundation building, he was in a hurry and could hardly resist it.
"ah!"
Lu Kun roared angrily, and with a flash of blue-red fire under his feet, he was about to push the offensive weapon away.
But at this moment, the golden defensive flywheel hit Lu Kun's left shoulder hard from the side.
At this time, Lu Kun had put all his strength on his arms, and even the green fire escape technique under his feet had been activated, making him unable to dodge at all.
He was immediately knocked sideways by the sudden attack, and the attack flywheel that was stalemate with him passed over the black giant stick and sliced towards Lu Kun's left arm.
At this critical moment, Lu Kun's left arm suddenly expanded and contracted, and at the same time, the golden attack flywheel shattered the two-color light mask on Lu Kun's body, intersecting with the instantly enlarged arm.
After staggering a few times, Lu Kun stabilized his figure. At this time, the clothes on his left arm were torn, a bloodstain appeared, and a few strands of blood remained.
The Wushuang stick also split into two due to the uneven strength of both arms.
At this time, the golden attack flywheel followed Lu Kun closely, not giving Lu Kun any chance to breathe.
Lu Kun snorted coldly, and stepped back with a flash of green and red fire under his feet. He used the "Object Control Technique" to combine the Wushuang sticks to resist the flying wheel. At the same time, his right hand flashed white light and pressed down on his left arm.
The unparalleled stick used by the "Object Control Technique" was no match for the golden flywheel and was directly knocked away.
However, after a few moments of fighting, the wound on Lu Kun's left arm had healed and the bleeding stopped.
Then the firelight flashed under Lu Kun's feet and he jumped towards the retreating black giant stick. No one noticed that there was a faint black light in Lu Kun's white-glowing right hand.
He grabbed the giant stick with both hands and collided with this powerful third-level magic weapon several times.
Although the power of the giant stick he held was much more powerful than the "Object Control Technique", he could only barely withstand one or two blows, and he was beaten back steadily.
Ye Zetian looked at Lu Kun's intact left arm, his eyes flashing with shock. He could clearly see that when the golden flywheel was about to hit his arm, the arm doubled in size in an instant.
The golden flywheel cut open a silver arm guard behind his clothes, and slid to the side as if it encountered resistance.
"Could that silver arm guard be Lu Kun's powerful defensive inner armor? But my golden wheel has already cut it open!"
Doubts flashed in his heart, but Ye Zetian did not relax. The golden light on the attack flywheel became more and more dazzling.
Lu Kun's face turned a little pale. The attack that he had just made in a quick rush failed in vain. He was even caught by the opponent's golden flywheel. If he hadn't activated the magical power of his giant arm for a moment, which greatly increased the arm's defense, he might have lost his arm.
was cut off.
The power of this third-level psychic weapon is not something that his current physical body can withstand.
Feeling the opponent's offensive, Lu Kun finally decided to use his giant arm magical power. After he established the foundation, combined with the blood essence, he could use it for a short time.
Then all the immortal cultivators watching the battle saw the sleeves on Lu Kun's arms torn apart, revealing the silver spirit-controlling arm guards, and his arms more than doubled in size.
Lu Kun looked at the expanded spirit-controlling armguard and couldn't help but feel that it was a good thing he used black jade spider silk, otherwise using his giant arm magical power would damage the spirit-controlling armguard.
Just when Lu Kun's giant arm appeared, the giant stick he held trembled with excitement, and the black on it became even darker.
At this time, Lu Kun didn't care about the giant stick's reaction. He used his Green Fire Escape Technique to avoid the blow of the golden flywheel and shot towards Ye Zetian.
Ye Zetian felt very troubled by Lu Kun's escape technique.
He could only repeat the same trick, but the attack flywheel was a bit far away. As long as the defensive flywheel in his inner circle blocked two attacks, he could come back to assist.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Kun came to Ye Zetian.
Instead of hammering the defensive flywheel head-on, he burst out with the Green Fire Escape Technique with one foot, spun his whole body, and swung the black giant stick at the defensive flywheel from the side.
"boom"
Under the use of Lu Kun's giant arm, the power of the giant stick seemed to have doubled, directly knocking the defensive flywheel away. Then the giant stick burned with white flames and hit Ye Zetian's mana shield, whose expression changed slightly.
With one powerful blow, the mana shield was dimmed, which showed the power of Lu Kun's giant arm.
At this moment, Lu Kun released the black giant stick with both hands, and a jet-black light shot out from his hands, hitting the somewhat dim mana shield.
This black light exploded directly, and a breath that made everyone's heart palpitate burst out, blasting the somewhat dim mana shield into pieces.
Lu Kun grabbed the giant stick again and attacked forward.
"Stop!" Zhang Xingyu, who was in mid-air, had no time to stop him and shouted in desperation.