"Fire Ring". It was a new spell he learned after entering the golden elixir stage, and it was also another powerful spell in his "Fire Flame Technique".
This kind of spell is very magical. Even if the spell pattern appears under your feet, nothing will happen as long as you don't move.
But if you move around and want to leave the range of the pattern, this spell will be triggered, which is a bit like a trap.
"Good boy, how dare you trick me? Well, then you have to accept your fate!".
Wang Yu became angry from embarrassment. He patted his storage bag and took out a long black knife with a single edge, and ran towards Huang Ming.
"Isn't it? You actually want to fight me in close combat?".
Huang Ming was stunned at first, and then he was overjoyed.
Fighting on the spot is not his strong point. What he likes most is close combat.
He thought back to when he went to find meteorites to fight against the lama, and later against the two shaman cultivators outside the country, all relying on close combat. He was still thinking about how to get close to Wang Yu, but he didn't expect that Wang Yu would take the initiative to come to his door.
So Huang Ming put away the "double fans", took out the long red sword that he had been unable to conquer, and faced him.
"Cang", the sword blades intersected and made a crisp sound. After a strong wave of void, sand and stones flew wildly.
Huang Ming and Wang Yu each held knives and swords and froze together. The mana fluctuations could be seen layer by layer like ripples, centering on the intertwined knives and swords of the two, and they continued to spread to the surroundings. The two of them fought for their mana. .
"Hmph, let me see how long you can last?".
Wang Yu was a little proud. He had been forming the golden elixir for decades, and Huang Ming had just formed the elixir not long ago. If he fought hard with his magic power, Huang Ming would definitely suffer.
Huang Ming naturally knew this truth, but he had no choice. As soon as his red sword touched Wang Yu's long black knife, he was shocked to the point of numbness. If he hadn't increased his magic power to resist, the red sword would have been destroyed long ago. Get rid of it.
It seems that Wang Yu's long black sword is not an ordinary magic weapon. Even if it is not a natal magic weapon, it should be a top-level magic weapon.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for Huang Ming's forehead to start sweating, and Wang Yu's robe began to inflate from the inside out. He was increasing his magic power, hoping to use up Huang Ming's power as soon as possible.
Huang Ming was a little anxious. If he continued to fight for power and the stalemate continued, he would definitely be the first to fall. He had to find a way to break the deadlock.
"Damn it, do your best."
Huang Ming roared secretly and concentrated on running the "Prison Suppressing Ming King Jue" with all his strength. He saw that the skin of his arms began to emerge with dazzling golden light along the meridians.
"Ah..., open".
Huang Ming roared loudly, held the sword in both hands and pushed forward fiercely. "Bang", there was a loud noise, and the sand and stones flew wildly again. After a strong wave of void, they separated.
"This? How is it possible? You can actually add power?".
Wang Yu was startled. Huang Ming's magic power was obviously not as deep as his, but at that moment, he felt that Huang Ming's power suddenly doubled.
Huang Ming ignored Wang Yu's surprise, hit the red sword with his hand, and struck Wang Yu with "Woo".
Huang Ming thought to himself, since mana can't beat you, let's try our physical strength.
"Dang", there was another huge golden sound of swords and swords intersecting, sparks flying and sand and stones dancing wildly.
But this time, the two magic weapons bounced apart after intersecting, and the stalemate did not continue.
"This? How could this happen? What kind of skills are you practicing?".
Wang Yu began to regret while being nervous.
The long black blade in his hand was originally a "secondary demon blade" specially copied by the Wang family in the capital after they obtained the "imitation spirit demon blade" of the demon cultivator.
Not only is it extremely powerful and spiritual, it can also be controlled in the air and can cast several super powerful sword techniques.
But Wang Yu was so eager to win that he actually used this fine high-level magic weapon as an ordinary weapon. Isn't this a waste of natural resources and asking for trouble?
In addition, Huang Ming is a body refiner, so he is completely using his own shortcomings to counter the other's strengths.
It was only now that he remembered that it was too late to use the sacrifice drive. Huang Ming was swinging the red sword in his hand and slashing at him non-stop, with the force getting stronger every time. Wang Yu could only grit his teeth and fight.
As for Huang Ming, the more he chopped, the happier and more excited he became. He suddenly discovered that in the face of absolute power, all moves were useless. As long as he could keep cutting like this, Wang Yu would be unable to resist sooner or later.
Sure enough, after receiving Huang Ming's seven or eight hard blows, Wang Yu was really unable to withstand it. His hands were numb. The most important thing is that if this continues, his "secondary magic blade" will become useless. It's going to break.
Although his "secondary magic blade" is a high-grade one with good spirituality and strength, the red long sword used by Huang Ming is a natal magic weapon that has been cultivated for hundreds of years. Although it has never been conquered It is driven by a sword, but the strength and spirituality of the magic weapon itself are far stronger than ordinary high-level magic weapons.
After resisting one of Huang Ming's attacks, Wang Yu suddenly said:
"Fellow Daoist Han, can you listen to me?"
"What nonsense? We are fighting to the death now, what else is there to say?".
Huang Ming answered subconsciously, but the attack in his hand paused involuntarily.
At this moment, Wang Yu suddenly threw the "secondary magic blade" in his hand into the air, and when Huang Ming raised his head to look at the magic blade, he rolled on the spot and escaped from Huang Ming's attack range.
"Your sister!".
Huang Ming was furious, but he did not panic or chase. While Wang Yu was still rolling and crawling before he could stand up, he once again recited the "Fire Ring of Fire" spelling formula.
Just when the "Secondary Demonic Blade" that Wang Yu threw into the air emitted a streak of blood and flew towards Huang Ming with countless shadows, a burning circle appeared again under the feet of Wang Yu who had just stood up. Ring of fire.
"clang……".
A burst of sparks flew into the void, and Huang Ming swung his red sword to deflect the demon blade. He was shocked by the secondary demon blade's volley and took two steps back, but he was not injured.
Wang Yu, on the other hand, was a little confused when he saw the fiery ring of fire appearing again under his feet.
He had experienced the power of the blazing fire ring. He had been blown to death by a magic shield before. Now that the magic shield had not completely cooled down, he could not use it again. Once it really exploded, he would be dead.
Unless it is true as Huang Ming said, as long as he doesn't move, the fire ring will not explode. But the problem is that he can't move. Huang Ming is rushing towards him with a red sword. If he really doesn't move, it will definitely explode. He was hacked to death by Huang Ming.
Wang Yu regretted it again. If he had known this, he would not have used that "secondary magic blade". The sacrifice was in mid-air, but now it's better. Without the weapons to parry, he may fall directly whether he moves or not.
Wang Yu had no choice but to take a gamble. Since there was danger, he bet that the ring of fire might not really explode. So while reaching out to recall the magic blade, he jumped outwards.
However, just like before, just when Wang Yu was about to jump out of the ring of fire, the five-pointed star pattern in the ring of fire flashed red and "bang" suddenly exploded.
The huge energy once again blasted a small crater into the ground. At the same time, a raging flame "whooshed" after thirty-six layers of superposition, covering Wang Yu, who had a gray face.
The fire flashed and the dust and fog dissipated, and a half-lying humanoid ashes appeared on the ground.
A gust of mountain wind blew the ashes and scattered them, and Wang Yu, the alchemy monk of the Wang family in the capital, was wiped out.
