Chapter 190 Repaying the favor
The refining monk's kneading speed is very fast, because at his level of cultivation, most of them have already begun to try to cast spells without using the secrets.
Huan Yin saw the refining monk opposite him flying several rounds with his hands, and the aura around him became stronger and stronger. Huan Yin knew that he must cast an extremely powerful spell, because there was no such thing in the cave. A weak spell.
It is still difficult for Huan Yin to resist the refining monks with his current cultivation level. In addition, his injuries have not yet healed, so it is impossible for him to be the opponent of the refining monks in front of him.
However, Huan Yin has no other better way. He has to fight now, whether he fights or not, because he cannot escape the pursuit of the monks in the early stage of refining.
The next moment, the magic formula in the refining monk's hand was completed, and then he pressed it on the top of his head, and immediately opened his mouth and roared at Huan Yin.
The moment the refining monk roared, bursts of sonic booms came out of his mouth, immediately shaking the surrounding area with rocks and sand flying, and even the earth seemed to start to shake slightly.
The moment Huan Yin was attacked by the refining monk's spell, thunder exploded in his mind, and blood immediately flowed out of his mouth.
This refining monk's technique looks far less gorgeous than other techniques, but the biggest feature of this technique is that it is invisible. If it is invisible, it will be difficult to find ways to target and restrain it.
The fighting spirit in Huan Yin's eyes burned crazily. He knew that he had to win this battle, otherwise even if the refining monk on the opposite side had no intention of killing him, it would be difficult for him to recover from the injuries he suffered.
Huan Yin decisively took out the fairy sword and turned it into snow. Then he held the sword in his hand, pointed the sword tip towards himself, and said softly: "Into snow!" Soon, a white light shot out from the melted snow, shrouding Huan Yin in it. In the blink of an eye, a large sheet of white snow formed, wrapping Huan Yin in it.
The roar of the refining monk continued, and the white snow growing on Huan Yin's fairy sword was constantly shaken away by him. However, Huan Yin was also struggling to resist, constantly increasing the sword power on the Snow Fairy Sword, asking Bai Xue to help him block the sonic booms. Not only that, Huan Yin, who was in the snowdrift, also had spiritual power all over his body to further resist the refining monk's spells.
The refining monk's roar lasted for a full twenty breaths before finally stopping. Huan Yin's surroundings were already covered with snow, making it difficult to see his condition clearly.
"Melting snow." After a few more breaths, Huan Yin seemed to have adjusted his breathing, and his voice came out from the snowdrift. Then the white snow wrapped around him gradually melted away, and his figure was revealed again. come out.
At this moment, Huan Yin had blood oozing from his seven orifices, and his entire face looked like a ghost, looking extremely terrifying. Even though he tried his best to resist it just now, he still couldn't completely withstand it.
However, the moment Huan Yin's figure was revealed, the sword was already in his hand, and the tip of the sword was pointing at the refining monk opposite.
Since you want to fight, then fight with all your strength. If you are always waiting for the other party to make the first move, then why fight? Huan Yin drank in his mouth: "Tear the night apart!"
Then, the sword light suddenly lit up on Huan Yin's Yin sword, and the sword light contained the scorching power of Chu Yang. Huan Yin clearly wanted to use his own magic to challenge those in the cave. He believed that his own magic was more powerful!
After the sword light on Yin's sword was extremely bright, a Shaoyang sword energy strengthened by Yin's sword suddenly left the sword and rushed towards the refining monk on the opposite side.
The refining monk on the opposite side was obviously unprepared. When Huan Yin's Shaoyang Sword Qi was launched, he had no time to use any spells to resist. He could only choose to use his spiritual power to block Huan Yin's spells.
"Boom!" A huge sound came out, and then Huan Yin's Shaoyang Sword Qi hit the refining monk, wrapping the refining monk's entire body in a dazzling light.
Finally, when the light faded, the figure of the refining monk opposite was revealed. There was blood at the corner of his mouth, obviously injured. However, Huan Yin could tell that he was not seriously injured.
There is a world of difference in the power of cultivation between the Juli monk and the Refining monk. Huan Yin is probably the first person in history to be able to injure the Refining monk even though he was injured. However, this still cannot change Huan Yin's completely weak position.
Huan Yin moved again, his whole body's cultivation suddenly rose, and his momentum continued to rise. It was precisely because he was about to use one of his most powerful techniques, the Life-Destroying Palm.
However, the refining cultivator on the opposite side seemed to instinctively sense Huan Yin's accelerated pace. After he revealed his figure, he had already pinched half of the magic formula, and it seemed that he was going to attack Huan Yin.
After three breaths, Huan Yin's spiritual power surged, and then he pushed his right hand into a palm towards the refining monk on the opposite side. The refining monk had also completed the kneading, and his left hand was shaped into a palm knife in the direction of Huan Yin. A hard stroke.
Suddenly, a huge palm appeared from in front of Huan Yin, pressing towards the refining monk opposite with a destructive force. At the same time, a sharp edge several feet high appeared out of thin air in front of the refining cultivator on the opposite side and struck at Huan Yin's Life-Destroying Palm!
The life-destroying palm and the refining monk's spells quickly connected together, and there was a fierce collision and roar between Huan Yin's refining monk, overturning the surrounding trees and grass.
"Boom!" With an extremely loud roar, Huan Yin's life-destroying palm was suddenly cut in half by the sharp edge of the refining monk in the field.
The moment Huan Yin's technique was broken, he suffered a backlash, and the injuries on his body suddenly became somewhat uncontrollable. However, this is not the worst thing. The worst thing is that although the refining monk's spell was weakened a lot by Huan Yin's Life-Destroying Palm, it did not dissipate. Instead, it continued to rush towards Huan Yin. come over.
Huan Yin was shocked and quickly spread the giant spirit fan and exhaled the giant spirit to block it in front of him. However, it was a little late for Huan Yin to cast the spell now. In addition, he had not recovered his breath, and his spiritual power could not keep up when casting the spell. Although the giant spirit used his maces in front of Huan Yin to use his mace to master the refining monk's spell, The magic was blocking the outside, but Huan Yin was still overwhelmed by the magic, and his spiritual power gradually felt a little weak.
Finally, the refining monk's technique pushed the giant spirit away, and hit Huan Yin solidly. Huan Yin was instantly blown away, and a cloud of magic was scattered on the path he flew out. The blood of the earth.
Huan Yin's old injuries completely exploded the moment he was hit. He was hit hard to the ground and felt like he could hardly catch his breath.
Huan Yin had already used his strongest means, and he also used up all his spiritual power to activate the spell. However, the gap in realm and the injuries on his body made it impossible for him to be an opponent of the refining monk opposite him. What's more, the refining monk's spells were so powerful.
Huan Yin felt that his cultivation level was beginning to show signs of loosening. Repeated serious injuries made it difficult for him to maintain his cultivation level without falling. Huan Yin didn't know whether he could recover from such an injury, or whether his cultivation would be permanently stagnant if he fell.
The eyes of the refining monk opposite Huan Yin were still empty, and his face was still expressionless. He just sensed that Huan Yin's body was still experiencing fluctuations in cultivation, so he raised his hand again and started dancing the magic formula.
This time, when the refining monk's magic formula changed, the whole place began to become gloomy, and Huan Yin even felt that the sky was gradually getting darker. There is no doubt that this is a stronger technique, even more powerful than the one that seriously injured Huan Yin just now.
However, Huan Yin had already used all his spells. Now that he was seriously injured and exhausted, how could he resist the bombardment of the monks' spells from the opposite side?
"Hiss!" A snake hissed, and then Huan Yin saw the shadow of a huge python appearing behind the refining monk opposite. The magic formula in the refining monk's hand continues to change, he uses more and more spiritual power, the aura on his body becomes more and more powerful, and the shadow of the python behind him gradually changes from virtual to real.
Finally, when the refining monk's method was completed, the python behind him completely condensed and took shape, as if there was really a giant python there.
An extremely powerful spiritual power wave came from the giant python, and even a prehistoric aura was unconsciously released, making this python's cultivation power infinitely close to the middle stage of refining!
This spell is so powerful that a monk who can cast this spell will probably never encounter an opponent at the same level. Even if he encounters a monk one level above him, he will still be able to protect himself.
Huan Yin had no chance of dealing with the terrifying python in his current state. If the python really attacked him, death would be the only thing waiting for him.
The refining monk finished casting the spell and pointed in Huan Yin's direction without any emotion. Then, the giant python behind him roared wildly and rushed towards Huan Yin!
Huan Yin looked at the python rushing towards him, and the spiritual power in his body began to boil again. He wanted to make one last fight, even though he knew that the result of his fight would probably be death, but there was no "sit back and wait for death" in his dictionary. These four words!
"Roar!" Just when Huan Yin was about to sit up and use his fatal blow, a tiger roar came from behind him, and then a white figure passed over Huan Yin's head and rushed towards the person opposite him. Python.
It was a snow-white tiger, and the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from its body were many times stronger than that of the giant python. The moment the white tiger appeared, the giant python started to tremble, but before it could react, the white tiger had already bitten off its head and roared, throwing its huge body out.
"That's it!" Huan Yin looked at Bai Hu's figure, and felt warm in his heart. Then he finally couldn't hold on anymore and fainted.