Some people may think that Ningxia is making such a fuss, isn’t it just a piece of wood? With prosthetic hands and feet, there is no flexible thinking, and the joints may get stuck due to friction when moving. In short, he is a very rigid big guy.
But Ningxia, who is being beaten painfully by the wooden man at this moment, tells everyone the painful facts... Who said dead things are easy to deal with? Who said that wooden people have no brains and are inflexible? Who said that? !
Ever since Ningxia entered this space, he has been chased and beaten. His waist, legs, arms, and forehead were all hit by the wooden man, causing severe pain all over his body. She was in so much pain that her whole body ached, but Ningxia had no time to care about the wooden man's relentless pursuit, so she had to deal with him in great pain.
To say that this wooden man's physical skills are very good, is that actually not the case? It doesn't even use any spells. So far, all attacks have been carried out through its body. But Ningxia, who had been in the world of cultivation for nearly a year and could barely master a few small spells, couldn't do anything about it.
It reacts quickly. Although it is not an overwhelming speed, it is still a little faster than Ningxia. how to say? It was like he had stepped on Ningxia's bottom line just now, tailor-made it for her, and specially designed it to defeat her.
Ningxia is young and has little actual combat experience. In the past, apart from the big guys that she couldn't deal with, the rest were low-level monsters with slightly inferior combat capabilities. She rarely had the opportunity to compete with those whose cultivation level was comparable.
Now that she encountered it, it was indeed very difficult. The odds of winning were less than 50%. Oh no, it could even be said that she was beaten.
Ning Xia can use spells, but she suffers from little experience. It seems that the operation of spiritual combat is not as flexible as expected, not to mention that she is facing a fast and flexible opponent. Often when her spells are in the middle of preparation, the wooden man's "punches and kicks" from behind will already kill her. These ultimate moves are often useless and consume spiritual energy.
In this way, Ning Xiaoxia was extremely miserable and was beaten by the wooden man until she ran away with her head in her arms. All her spiritual power was of no use.
The whip was of some use, barely blocking a few of the wooden man's movements. However, I don’t know what kind of special material the wooden man is made of. Even a nine-section whip made of fine steel cannot do anything to it, and it can’t even scrape off a few pieces of sawdust.
In addition, Ningxia's whipping method has just started, and relatively difficult operations such as teasing and pulling are not done right, and often fall behind in the fight, which is very annoying.
She was so desperate that she tried all kinds of methods, including setting fire to it, breaking it with her hands, and wrapping it in a spell... This wooden man was invulnerable, and no physical damage could hinder it. On the contrary, Ningxia, who is made of flesh and blood, couldn't bear it at first, it was too painful.
There is no part of her body that does not hurt, and no part of her body is good. It hurts too much. She has never suffered this kind of pain since she was born. When she was bullied in the orphanage, when she almost exploded to death due to improper cultivation, The piercing pain in the trial forest... This is the real pain of the flesh.
Unable to fight hard, unable to sustain the troops, and unable to seek help, the despair in Ningxia's heart faded away little by little, and she couldn't help but feel the urge to retreat.
----------I am the dividing line between fighting in another field----------
In a certain space at this time
"How dare you?!" The female cultivator in blue lay half-spread on the ground, vomiting blood, staring wide-eyed at the condescending girl in front of her, wishing to tear her mouth open.
"Of course I dare." The girl said casually, as if she had heard something funny, and kept moving.
Sure enough, the female nun in blue groaned and could not speak. Her throat made a hissing sound, and the veins on her face were exposed. She looked very painful.
Qi Weirui took off the hairpin from her head, smiled playfully, and leaned close to the woman's pink face. The tip of the hairpin flashed with a sharp light, which was particularly penetrating. It was gently pressed against the white and tender skin, and it was scratched as the girl moved, as if the skin was about to be cut in the next second.
The female cultivator in blue was breathing more and more heavily and yelled with all her strength: "Are you crazy? You will be kicked out of the trial, and neither of us will be able to do well by then!"
