Song Xin saw the whip coming, but he was not afraid and calmly avoided it. At the same time, the long sword was filled with spiritual energy, and the sword suddenly glowed with purple light and made a "buzzing" sound.
He dared to fight the old man not only because of his breakthrough in realm, but most importantly, because he already knew the old man's origins and weaknesses from "The Record of Ten Thousand Lives".
This is a mantid beast. He has now reached the young demon stage and has transformed into half human and half demon.
According to the records in "The Record of Ten Thousand Lives", monsters are divided into four realms: young monster, half monster, big monster, and spirit monster.
The young demon can transform into a human form, but it is incomplete, just like the old man. Although the body is human, the head still retains the general shape of a mantis head. Moreover, the combat power in this state is far less powerful than when it transformed into a prototype. If they encounter an enemy they cannot defeat, they will revert to their original form and their combat power can be increased several times. But once this happens, the practitioners will no longer care about one-on-one fairness, and will definitely work together to kill.
Half-demon means that you can already take on the appearance of a human and live among the crowd. If you don't reveal your true form, no one will know about it. However, some special detection methods can still detect the evil spirit in them.
A great demon is one who completely transforms into a human form to cover up the demonic aura. And it can also exert 100% of the tyrannical power of monsters. The strength is comparable to the realm of a cultivator.
As for the spirit demon, it is the ultimate state that the demon beast can reach in this world, and its strength is comparable to that of a real person who has formed a pill.
While Song Xin assessed the opponent's strength, he looked in the direction of the whip and raised his hand to draw out the sword.
The sword energy from heaven, with its vast power, pressed down on the long whip that the old man shook.
However, before he was happy for a long time, Song Xin's sword that he thought was a sure hit was missed.
"Hey, this sword technique is interesting. Did you get it in Shuifu?" The old man shook his wrist, and the long whip retracted like lightning, and wrapped around his arm obediently.
"Sure enough, this long whip is made from a living creature. It is the iron worm inside the mantis!" Song Xin frowned when he saw that the black long whip seemed to be squirming slowly, like a living thing.
"He seems to be able to predict my actions!?" Song Xin felt that the sword strike just now was well grasped in terms of speed and timing. The opponent's soft long whip seemed to be alive, and even before the sword energy was about to reach, The moment he arrived, he nimbly dodged away. This kind of propriety and timing made him secretly speechless.
This must be because in Mantis's compound eyes, all his movements are like a slow-motion camera.
Song Xin stood with his sword in hand and did not attack again. Staring into the old man's big eyes, the feeling of being stared at by many people became even stronger.
Although I know the other party's methods, if I really want to suppress them, I still have to think of a way.
"Boy, what's the name of this sword technique?" the old man asked with a smile on his face.
"Just hit me, you ask so many questions!" Song Xin said, took the Tiangang Step, and within a breath, approached the old man again.
At the same time, the sword that stabbed straight through had a faint sound of thunder.
The old man's eyes suddenly brightened up, and he actually said with a smile: "Hey, that's interesting."
The old man seemed to have seen through Song Xin's movements and avoided it easily. Logically speaking, in "Xuanhuang Sword Art", the sword moves with thunderous sword energy are quick and fast, and it is difficult for the enemy to avoid them.
But the old man avoided it with great ease. Song Xin's swift sword moves could not even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes. Song Xin, who had originally understood the sword energy, was still a little excited, but now it felt like someone had poured cold water on him.
Song Xin's heart felt like a turbulent sea, but he immediately suppressed his surprise and continued to attack.
The old man retreated left and right like a leisurely stroll, dodging easily. At the same time, the large pliers in his hand occasionally touched Song Xin's sword, causing Song Xin's arms to feel slightly numb every time.
Zhang Moyang and Zhang Xiuyang, who were watching the battle from a distance, also frowned, "This old man doesn't look very agile. Why can't Brother Song hit him?"
Zhang Xiuyang was even more frightened. If Song Xin had been fighting with him and the other party had used such powerful methods, he might not have been able to survive even ten lives.
Song Xin, who was in the battle circle, was even more frightened, "He just bumped my weapon lightly, and I felt my arms were sore and numb. It was so heavy." Song Xin felt that his arms were getting more and more sore and numb at this time. His mood became increasingly heavy.
"Brother, I want to help!" Zhang Xiuyang was about to show up to help, but Zhang Moyang stopped him.
He shook his head and said: "Brother Song naturally wants to help, but you will die if you go down. This old man is experienced, and I am afraid he wants to see Brother Song's background."
"Brother, what should we do?"
"The only solution now is to find a way to force out the old man's original form of the monster, so that we don't have to worry about the rules of practitioners' competitions."
"Song Xin, be careful, his whip is poisonous!" Xiaoyu reminded Song Xin eagerly in the battlefield.
"Toxic? Could it be that my arm is sore and numb because of the poison? Xiaoyu, is there any way to solve it?"
"You deal with him first, and I will slowly help you get rid of the toxins in your body." Xiaoyu said, secretly sending out a purple soul power to swim around Song Xin's body. When it encounters the toxins released by the old man, it will One package. Song Xin immediately felt a little lighter, and the strength in her arms began to recover.
Just as Xiaoyu was getting rid of the toxin, the old man laughed and said,
"Huh? You made a breakthrough in the water palace? Hehehe, this is better." Song Xin took the opportunity to stab him again, but the old man dodged it again. Now he feels more and more unsure, and the excitement of breakthrough is gone. It seems that if his compound eyes are not broken, he will remain passive.
"Song Xin, he should be a young demon who has just transformed. He cannot fully use his methods yet. Don't let him fight you with his true body." Xiaoyu reminded again.
This was a tense moment, so he didn't think much about it, so he just agreed secretly.
At this time, the old man suddenly took a step back, and at the same time, the two large pliers in his hands suddenly came forward and pinched Song Xin's neck and waist. If this hit, Song Xin's body would definitely be broken into three sections.
"So fast!" Song Xin didn't expect that the old man's attack would be so fast, almost as fast as his own Thunder Sword Qi.
Seeing the two big pliers getting bigger and bigger in his pupils, Song Xin suddenly took a few talisman on his chest in desperation. Even so, he didn't want to just take the opponent's big pliers.
"Ah!" Song Xin yelled, not caring much anymore. A stream of water sword energy gushed out from the long sword, and the old man was startled. A wall of water suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. If he looked carefully, he saw that the wall of water was actually composed of countless tiny water droplets.
Song Xin shook his long sword, and there was another thunderous sword energy. Countless arcs of electricity suddenly appeared in these suspended water droplets, like tiny insects crawling on the water wall.
The old man didn't know why and didn't dare to approach rashly. The next moment, Song Xin sheathed his sword and pushed it with both palms. A ball of white mist was like a white dragon, directly hitting the wall of water in front of it.
It took Song Xin two breaths to switch between these three spells, but the old man couldn't figure it out. If it were any other experienced practitioner, he would probably lose his head.
At the same time, there was a thunderous explosion, followed by a sound like heavy rain, and countless small blue ice needles wrapped in blue arcs spewed towards the old man's face.
Both the old man and Zhang Moyang and Zhang Xiuyang were shocked by this amazing momentum!
"Brother, this... what kind of spell is this? It's so powerful."
"Did he use this kind of trick the last time you fought him?"
Zhang Xiuyang shook his head, "If he had used this trick on me, I wouldn't be here today."
"This should be the spell he learned recently. Well, the spell that sprays mist from the palm of his hand should be Xuan Mist Thorn."
"Xuan Mist Thorn? How can this spell be so powerful?" Zhang Xiuyang asked in disbelief.
"Look, the wall of water and thunder and lightning in front of him should be formed by two kinds of sword energy, and then he uses the Xuanwu Thorn method to shoot out the water droplets. This method really opened my eyes. Look at the Xuanwu Thorn and the sword energy. Together, they can produce such a powerful spell."
While the two were talking, Song Xin in the battlefield controlled the Black Mist Thorn, like a multi-barreled close-range anti-aircraft gun on a warship, constantly adjusting its direction. Although the old man with the rice dumpling head had a powerful look, he could not get close to Song Xin no matter what. He could only dodge in embarrassment after being beaten, and he didn't even have half the momentum he had just now.
Just after hearing a loud noise, a miserable roar was heard. A figure flew out backwards and rolled awkwardly on the ground several times. Ice crystals came one after another, and the old man howled miserably and rolled around in embarrassment.
He was hit by Song Xin's Blue Fire Ice Crystal Gatling, and this hit was not a simple blow, it was hit by hundreds of electrified ice needles at the same time in an instant.
The wall of water in front of Song Xin was also exhausted.
After the air wave dissipated, the old man was seen half-kneeling with an angry face. One of his arms was beaten directly into a sieve, and the other hand held a large pliers, which was also beaten almost into a honeycomb. Only the handle was still in the old man's hand.
Song Xin took a deep breath. Such an intensive attack actually caused the opponent to dodge half of his body at the critical moment. His understanding of the monsters deepened even more.
Zhang Xiuyang was both impressed and surprised, "Yes, I didn't expect Song Xin to be so powerful now. I am no longer his opponent."
"Well, he got a chance in Shuifu, and his cultivation has reached the level of Warlock, which is a whole level higher than you. And his sword skills and methods have far surpassed yours. Maybe he can kill without us taking action. Got this old man."
"How did he practice?" Zhang Xiuyang exclaimed in admiration.
"He doesn't have a sect disciple, but he can practice so fast. Junior brother, you are right, he is indeed a talent." Zhang Moyang said.
"Senior brother, what do you mean, should we show up?" Zhang Xiuyang asked, he was already eager to help Song Xin.
"That old man has a fair fight with him now. We can't take action, but look over there." Zhang Moyang looked in one direction. Zhang Xiuyang followed his eyes and saw a pockmarked face watching in secret.
"We can't fight that old man because of the rules. Then we don't have to abide by the rules. I will help Song Xin deal with him secretly." After Zhang Moyang finished speaking, he put a talisman on his body, and his figure In an instant, it disappeared without a trace.
"Junior brother, wait here." Zhang Xiuyang felt a gentle push on his shoulder, and he nodded immediately.
Looking back at the place where the pockmarked face was hiding, not long after, I saw him stiffen and fall down in the grass with a thud. Zhang Moyang slapped him on the back, and his pockmarked face disappeared.
During this period of time, Song Xin and the old man exchanged a few more moves. Although they still failed to hit the old man, Song Xin gradually became familiar with his movement routines. It was targeted. Because the old man was injured, it was not as easy to evade as before.
"Ding!" There was a sound of gold and iron clashing, and Song Xin took a few steps back. The old man was not relaxed either. His other big pliers were cut open by the blow just now.
The old man was heartbroken. This was a spiritual weapon he had used for many years, but it was actually cut by a long sword made of ordinary iron. The old man's initial calmness was gone, and now he was filled with anger.
The old man was also a little surprised that Song Xin could learn in battle and immediately turn what he learned into combat power. He originally wanted to capture his opponent and force him to tell him about the swordsmanship acquired by Shui Mansion, but now, the old man had murderous intentions.
If he is allowed to grow, Guangfutang will definitely be in trouble in the future.
