Zhang Changkong appeared on the colorful moth and stopped in front of the old man.
Now, they have already run out of the Miao Mountain boundary.
"Besides the talisman, what other means do you have? The same method will not work on this insect under me."
Zhang Changkong said condescendingly that the colorful moth was far inferior to the wasp in long-distance attacks, but it was much more flexible when moving in a small area. The colorful moth originally had a body structure like a butterfly, but now that it has eaten vitality stones for so many years, its physical fitness has been enhanced by how much Zhang Changkong Not too sure.
"There isn't much enmity between you and me, right? Let's not talk about whether you can do anything to win over me. Is it worth getting entangled over a small conflict?" Mu Lan said calmly.
"There is no need to say anything unnecessary. We all know what the situation is between you and me. You can only survive by relying on your strength."
Zhang Changkong didn't want to give the old man a chance to breathe. After speaking, he directly used "Earth and Stone Mastery", and the ground thorns on the ground shot out continuously.
"Shameless talk!"
Although Mu Lan's injuries could not be suppressed, he did not show any signs of weakness. He had encountered countless life and death crises in his life, and he believed that he could survive this time.
In particular, he thought he had figured out the details of Zhang Changkong. As long as he controlled the mana output, the battle would become a competition of endurance and courage. He had no hope of winning. Zhang Changkong's defense ability was very good, but he attacked accordingly. The means are not too strong.
He was very confident that he would hold on until Zhang Changkong retreated.
Afterwards, Mulan defended with all his strength, and counterattacks became much less frequent. On the contrary, Zhang Changkong seemed to become more eager, frequently using "Earth and Stone Mastery" to control a large number of stone spears and even stones to attack Mulan.
In less than a quarter of an hour, dust was flying for hundreds of meters in a radius. Fortunately, both of them had spiritual consciousness, so they didn't pay too much attention.
Zhang Changkong's heart moved.
"it's time!"
Colorful moths no longer simply fly around, but release a small amount of phosphorus powder during flight.
As the most special insect under Zhang Changkong, the Colorful Moth may not be very strong in single combat, but its group damage and concealment of attacks surprised Zhang Changkong.
Zhang Changkong had tried to use his spiritual consciousness to observe the phosphorus powder of the colorful moth before, but after the colorful moth underwent transformation, the phosphorus powder became finer than the dust in the air, especially since the phosphorus powder did not carry energy and was colorless and odorless. , If Zhang Changkong had not become aware of phosphorus powder and observed it carefully, he would not have been able to tell the difference between phosphorus powder and fine dust in the air.
To be on the safe side, Zhang Changkong also controlled the amount of phosphorus powder released by the colorful moths to a certain level.
Zhang Changkong's expression remained unchanged, and the attacks on the ground continued, as if nothing had changed.
He thought to himself: "It depends on whether you can notice the poisonous phosphorus powder mixed in the air on this dusty battlefield. If your consciousness is really that sharp, you may be able to save your life, otherwise" .
The battle became more intense. Four stone arms stretched out from the ground to attack Mulan. There were constant thorns on the ground. The gravel in the air harassed Mulan from all directions under the influence of gravity.
Every time Mu Lan planned to activate the talisman, Zhang Changkong would make the colorful moth vibrate its wings quickly and move like flickers in the air, giving Mu Lan no chance at all.
The battle continued for another two quarters of an hour.
Mu Lan's expression suddenly changed while he was moving, and he couldn't help but spurt out a red mouth with black blood.
"Cough cough cough!"
Mulan coughed and defended.
His spiritual consciousness "looked" at the old figure, staggering to avoid the stone spear, occasionally coughing and spitting out a mouthful of blood. Zhang Changkong's eyes were full of deepness, sympathy? nonexistent.
Mulan knew at once that he was poisoned. Although he held his breath immediately, the poison in his body could not be eliminated immediately. In the past, even with this level of poison, with his strong physical fitness as a late warlock, although he was not immune, he could still suppress it, but Now that the poison had entered his body, the injuries he had suppressed had flared up. He knew that if he could deal with the injuries and toxins immediately at this moment, he could still survive.
But the current scene had already ended his hope. He was also decisive. He simply did not suppress the injury and kept his strength secretly, waiting to give Zhang Changkong a hard blow and use his life to deliver the final blow.
After Zhang Changkong saw the old man vomiting blood, he originally thought that he would be incompetent and angrily utter a few words such as "despicable, even using poison", but this old man had the quality to remain silent even if he was plotted against.
This tall personality made Zhang Changkong awe-inspiring. The opponent in front of him, whose name he didn't even know, was qualified for Zhang Changkong to use his full strength.
So Zhang Changkong let the colorful moth fly farther away, increased the five layers of protective shield outside the body to seven, and consumed his mana like crazy.
"Sure enough, old man, although you looked like you were about to die, your inadvertent actions revealed your purpose of getting close to me. I told you clearly, before your body was torn into pieces by stones and crushed into powder, I will never get close to you. No, to be precise, I will not get close even to the remains of your body. The distance between you and me is about sixty meters now. Next, I will stay away from you for more than a hundred meters. It's useless for you to pretend, because from now until your death, none of your suspicious moves can escape my consciousness, Zhang Changkong, and I will never be attacked by you."
After Zhang Changkong finished speaking, he did not look at whether the old man was really going to die or was pretending to show weakness. He directly let the colorful moth retreat at a flashing speed for a distance. The distance from the old man was more than 120 meters. Although the "Earth and Stone" was cast at this distance. Master" Attacking the old man will increase mana consumption.
Although Mu Lan still looked miserable, he was already a little desperate. He was in a difficult situation. In order to protect his hands and upper body, so that his hands could flexibly pinch the magic formula, he had already sacrificed one of his legs to be severed by a stone spear. It's half the price. If some key nerves in his hands or upper body are injured, there is basically no hope of killing Zhang Changkong with the help of talismans.
Now, his hands are intact and his upper body is fine, but Zhang Changkong has already retreated a long distance, especially since he is still riding that butterfly-shaped insect that keeps flashing in the air, scurrying up and down, left and right, unable to aim, and his spiritual consciousness is still there. Interferenced by the opponent's spiritual consciousness, he was unable to lock on to the target. In addition, although his thunder method flew very fast, he could still react with his spiritual consciousness.
At this moment, Mu Lan was really desperate. When he thought back, when was the last time he experienced this kind of despair? Oh, when he was still a middle-stage warlock, his team encountered two late-stage warlock enemies at Nanman Tianguan. His captain only held back one enemy, and the remaining enemy killed everyone in their team except the captain. Twelve people were killed until three were left, and he was one of those three.
After that crisis, he spent most of his time fighting in the Southern Barbarian Heaven Pass, risking his life to obtain resources and get guidance from senior mage. At that time, his ideal was to become a mage. At that time, he was simply a fighting maniac. One by one, enemies died under his thunder.
However, I don’t know since when, rather than obtaining resources on the battlefield, he is more willing to establish a group dedicated to serving him in Shensang Peak. Rather than using magic to kill enemies to obtain resources, he is more willing to use tactics to obtain resources from the gods. Sang Feng Er cheated and cheated to get more.
After being away from the battlefield for many years, he returned to Nanman Tianguan. In less than three years, he had accumulated injuries that prevented him from fighting anymore.
And now, it is so ironic to be forced into a desperate situation by such a young boy who has never experienced the baptism of a real battlefield. Oh, by the way, the "mage ideal" that I often talked about when I was young is no longer true. Having said that, what is the reason for this?
"Pfft!"
A stone spear rose from behind Mu Lan, broke through the power grid defense, and penetrated his chest.
Mu Lan ignored the fact that his chest and heart were also pierced by a stone spear. He just looked up. Unfortunately, the battlefield was so dusty that he couldn't see the sky.
"puff!"
A flying stone spear smashed Mu Lan's head into pieces.
"Bang bang!"
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The sound of stone arms hitting the ground was endless.
