Chapter 145: Fighting with Lan Boting
Chapter 145: Fighting with Lan Boting
The magical foundation of [flesh body flying]!
There is no consumption at all, as if it is an innate instinct, the speed is almost the same as controlling the Blue Butterfly Sword, but it does not consume true energy, it is as simple as raising a hand or moving a foot.
If you want to speed up, you need to consume your true energy.
Wang Yu looked at the alligator approaching rapidly below, ignored it, found the right direction and continued to move towards the other side of the Dead Leaf Swamp.
An hour later.
He roughly verified the flying speed of the foundation-building cultivator. One drop of true essence was enough to support him for three days without stopping. The speed was twice that of a top-grade flying magic weapon.
If one learns the second-level escape technique, the gap will at least increase by ten times.
Besides.
There is also a magical foundation-building skill called [Body Protection True Energy], which has low consumption, nearly instantaneous speed, and protective strength equivalent to a conventional second-level inferior defensive technique.
With the advantages of these two realms combined, it can be seen how difficult it is for Qi training to kill foundation building, and this does not include true essence, magic... and other means.
Fortunately, these are abilities unique to human monks.
There are no demon beasts, evil spirits, or monsters, or rather, they are different types of magical realms. It is said that after condensing the golden elixir, human cultivators will give birth to more magical realms.
These characteristics can completely distinguish creatures of different realms, but it is difficult to gain a huge advantage in the battle in the same realm. They are valuable, but not as high as imagined.
This is the end.
Wang Yu had achieved all of his goals for returning home this time, and even slightly exceeded them. Next, it was time for him to go back and receive the benefits of being an inner sect disciple.
Build a government, amass wealth, own a city, and plunder the land! Just thinking about it makes the future look bright.
At this time, Wang Yu, who was about to set off, suddenly heard laughter coming from the front, which was accompanied by a strong resentment and murderous intent, and blocked him.
"Hahahahaha~
"You little devil, you made me run around in this stinking swamp day and night for several months, and I finally caught you.
"Hehe, why don't you just surrender!"
Wang Yu frowned. He just took a breath of fresh air and then saw such a disgusting creature. He felt nauseous.
"It's you."
"It's me." Lan Boting raised his sword and the long sword he had been carrying behind him all year round came out of its sheath with a humming sound. He pointed at Wang Yu from a distance, and his aura of the fourth level of foundation building was undoubtedly revealed.
"Wang Yu, right? Lan will take your head today to atone for the crime of killing the demon."
"funny."
After building the double foundation, Wang Yu’s capital became even stronger. So what if he was in the middle stage of foundation building?
"If Chang Xi hadn't been planning to use Wang's identity to gain greater gains, there wouldn't have been this difficulty in Withered Leaf City. It was you who forced me to do that."
Lan Boting frowned and glared: "Changxi is greedy, she asked for it, but you shouldn't have harmed me as well."
"This Lord? Heh—"
Wang Yu sneered and showed a look of disdain.
"How shameless! Do you need me to plot against you? With Fellow Daoist Lan's character, you will die in some corner sooner or later, and no one will collect your body~"
"presumptuous!"
The sword flashes and the rivers surge.
The top-grade magic weapon, the long sword, directly slashes out a sky full of sword energy, and each strike has the power to crush the Qi-cultivating cultivator. Realm + magic weapon is the heyday of human cultivators.
Wang Yu had just broken through and had not yet refined the Earth Yuan Ding and the Glazed Soul Lamp. He twisted his body and flew towards the sky, but the rivers and sword forces all turned around and continued to attack him.
I couldn't help but curse in my heart.
"Grass!"
Despise the enemy strategically and take the enemy seriously tactically.
Lan Boting, who was born in the Tianxu Sword Sect, was not the best among his generation and had never studied in the [Zhengqi Academy], but his sword skills were still sharp.
Compared with horses of the same level, it is definitely a top-notch horse.
Not to mention Wang Yu, who has just made a breakthrough and has not had time to update his other methods. He needs to be taken seriously!
As the two fought, Wang Yu quickly took stock of the abilities he possessed. The first-level magic was fine, which was OK for dealing with the initial stage of foundation building, but it was far from enough to deal with Lan Boting.
Then there are only the magic technique [Soul-Devouring Evil Armor Technique] and one of the core methods of Huangquan Temple [Xuanyin Hand]. Only these two can help him in this battle.
Especially the second-grade top-grade spell, Xuanyin Hand.
The foundation-building true essence + the great success realm are enough to bring out the mystery and full power of this technique, which is far beyond the reach of the small-scale fights in the Qi training period.
If you want to win, Xuanyin Hand will be the key to victory.
Do not use lightly.
Faced with the hundreds of sword auras chasing him relentlessly, Wang Yu had an idea and flew in the direction he came from. There was a late-stage second-order crocodile dragon there, which might be a target that could be used to leverage his strength.
Seeing his embarrassed appearance, Lan Boting burst into laughter.
"So what if I have made a breakthrough? I am still just an ant like I was a few months ago. I have to thank you for causing the spiritual energy fluctuations and guiding me in the right direction."
After saying that, he leaped forward, leaving a trail of light blue light, and his speed was several times faster than Wang Yu.
"Boom——"
At this time, the long river of sword energy finally caught up with Wang Yu. At the moment when the two were about to collide, an ice wall appeared under his feet.
While stepping down hard.
The power of his body exploded, like a charge accumulated, or like a spring being released, the whole person shot out, suddenly accelerated for a while and escaped from danger.
The ice wall was directly destroyed by the sword energy. After making a loud noise, it continued to chase towards Wang Yu, as if there was a feeling of fighting to the death.
Lan Boting, who witnessed everything from behind, was stunned for a moment, as if he did not expect that magic could be used in this way. He was a little angry that he had not been able to defeat a new foundation-building practitioner who had not even learned the escape technique.
With a wave of his right hand, the storage bag hanging on his waist glowed with spiritual light, and a magical weapon emerged. "Demon Binding Rope, go."
He became impatient and directly used methods specifically designed to target demon cultivators. Wang Yu's heart skipped a beat when he caught a glimpse of the yellow light that was much faster than the sword's speed, and he had a sense of uneasiness.
"There is another second-level superior magic weapon?"
quick! too fast!
Since the distance between the two was not far, the yellow rope reached Wang Yu in the blink of an eye.
With a whoosh, he was tied up.
His hands were forcibly put behind his back, and his legs were forced together. The Demon Binding Rope had tied him up like a worm. Even though veins on his forehead were exposed, he was unable to break free using his physical strength.
This magical weapon has a very special meaning, and it cannot be opened by brute force!
"Ants are ants."
With a disdainful tone, hundreds of sword auras finally hit Wang Yu. Amidst the spiritual energy and light particles in the sky, the figure who cast a spell to condense the black evil armor was knocked back hundreds of meters.
"Cough-cough-"
The Soul-Devouring Evil Armor Technique is a top-grade magical technique that places the most emphasis on spiritual defense. The souls obtained by devouring are mostly second-level souls, which are extremely powerful.
Facing Lan Boting's sword energy, he felt a little powerless.
Wang Yu coughed up blood as he struggled to jump out of the quagmire. Fortunately, the Demon-Binding Rope did not block his true energy, otherwise the outcome would be hard to predict.
Lan Boting's blue light stayed above him.
Said as if looking down.
"Don't run away?"
"Oh, you might as well look back."
Wang Yu's firm tone made Lan Boting feel uneasy. He scanned the back with his spiritual sense, but found nothing, and immediately felt annoyed.
"At a time like this, why should we..."
"hold head high!!!"
In the blink of an eye, a big hole was washed out in the swamp, and a huge alligator with a body length of more than 20 meters rose into the sky from the ground like a dragon emerging from a cave.
With the help of the secret bloodline technique, the already ferocious head turned into a huge mud dragon skull and bit down fiercely at Lan Boting.
"I--"
Pachi~
As if it had eaten a small snack, the crocodile fell to the ground with a bang, and looked in the direction of Wang Yu with some confusion, but there was no one there except for a few messy footprints.
Just as it wanted to come over and take a look, a blue light suddenly came out of its mouth.
Lan Boting, his body covered with gastric juice and disgusting digestive products, rushed out in a very embarrassed state, his eyes almost spitting fire with embarrassment.
There was a broken tusk stuck in its calf, completely piercing it and causing bleeding to continue.
"Asshole, ahhhhhhh!"
Jiang He Sword Technique: Water and sky become one line.
He did not take the mere late Foundation Establishment stage demon beast seriously. Before the third stage, human cultivators had an absolute advantage, not to mention a disciple like him who came from a dominant force.
What annoyed him was that he was misled by Wang Yu's despicable means.
The attack actually came from underground.
The sword energy condensed to the extreme turned into a long line, which had some of the magic of sword energy turning into silk. It looked ordinary, but it actually contained terrifying lethality.
The monster crocodile roared towards the sky and stomped its short legs.
The nearby swamp began to boil, and the filthy muddy water washed upwards, but was directly split in the middle by the blue line.
The blow continued to strike the crocodile's carapace, leaving a wound deep enough to expose the bone. It couldn't help but scream in pain and became furious.
He actively displayed the mud ball ability that Wang Yu had seen before.
In this kind of field, a wild one-on-one fight takes place.
But how could Lan Boting be willing to let his plan of diverting trouble to others take effect? With a pull of his right hand, Wang Yu, who was in an invisible state, was pulled by the magic binding rope on his body.
They were also pulled into this huge mud ball area which was endless and could be quickly restored if broken.
Lan Boting can use the connection between his body and the magic weapon to sense Wang Yu's location, but the crocodile cannot. In its eyes, he is its only opponent.
The war started again.
Sword light and mud burst out, and scales and flesh and blood fell from time to time. Wang Yu shrank to the edge of the mud ball, gritted his teeth and took the initiative to cut off his left arm.
In this way, a gap appeared in the Demon Binding Rope, and when the Shape-shifting Step was performed, a phantom body with a physical body was left behind to be tied up in his place.
The main body quickly changed direction, waiting for an opportunity.
On the battlefield of the three, one man and one beast were fighting for life and death. It must be said that the crocodile's body was very strong. Even though it had been cut and scarred, it still burst out with strong combat power.
As expected of a monster with dragon blood, it does have some skills.
"Damn it, cough cough——"
On the other hand, although Lan Boting had the advantage, he also began to cough up blood. In this mud ball field, the power of the crocodile's innate magic increased greatly, and every attack needed to be cautious.
"Sacrifice your blood to the sheath, and your body to the sword."
"Blood Sword, quick!"
As if he had made up some kind of determination, Lan Boting used his most powerful trick. In an instant, blood flashed and the terrifying cold sword energy was like a crack.
It's crooked, but it has an extreme sharpness.
(End of this chapter)