Quan Jingfeng looked around, searching for traces of his opponent.
He has watched the arena matches over the past few days,
Judging from the strength he has shown so far, if Li Ang still wants to use the method of reading instead of martial arts, he will face it head-on. I am 80% sure that I can defeat my opponent within ten breaths.
The situation in front of him also happened to prove his estimation - Li Ang did not have the confidence to make direct contact, so he changed his method and used means other than telekinesis for the first time.
call--
The Zhanma sword flapped regularly, dispersing the fog ahead.
rustle.
There was a rustling sound in the fog. Quan Jingfeng raised his crossbow without hesitation and pulled the trigger in the direction of the sound.
The stainless steel crossbow arrows flew into the fog and disappeared.
After a few breaths, the rustling sound, like a scurrying mouse, sounded again, appearing behind Quan Jingfeng.
call out--
The crossbow arrow was fired again, and the tail feathers of the arrow rolled up the thick fog, making the fog appear as a "concave"-shaped outline.
The sound stopped for a while, then came again, starting to circle around Quan Jingfeng.
And the sound became louder and regular,
It looked like some kind of large beast on all fours, running forward.
Pretend to be a ghost.
Quan Jingfeng sneered in his heart. The southern border of Jing Kingdom was adjacent to the Shiwan Barren Mountains, where all kinds of strange and strange things happened one after another.
Soldiers in a military camp heard a woman crying at night, and a few days later all the soldiers in the camp disappeared inexplicably. No one was alive or dead, but no corpses were found;
The old woman was washing her clothes by the river and saw a ball of meat floating upstream from the river. After being cut open, it was the dead head of her son who had not returned home for many years;
A group of children in colorful clothes held hands and swaggered through the city, throwing gold and silver coins at passers-by. Anyone who picked up the coins would die suddenly in the night. The wise old people say that their lives have been bought by things in the barren mountains;
I have heard too many absurd stories,
The "footsteps of beasts in the thick fog" in front of us are really just pretending.
"Got you."
Quan Jingfeng took a step forward and drew a semicircular trajectory in the air with the sword in his hand. Hong Maple's energy and blood were like a razor, gouging out a large piece of dense fog, exposing the source of the sound to his field of vision.
That is...
Wind chimes?
The sound comes from a device composed of talismans and chanting threads. Four vibrato notes are connected together through the chanting threads, and they successively emit preset sounds.
The thread of thought stretched on the ground, creating an effect like the footsteps of a beast.
The reason why the device can move is because it is connected to a larger, spiderweb-like system of thought threads.
'It turns out that he created the thick fog to cover up the arrangement of the thought thread...'
As soon as the idea came to mind, there was a sharp sound piercing the air from behind.
Quan Jingfeng turned around suddenly and grasped a flying arrow out of thin air.
The fire talisman wrapped on the cold arrow was instantly activated, erupting into blazing fire, burning the palm of his hand.
Click.
He pressed hard, and the fine steel crossbow arrow immediately bent, and the yellow paper fire talisman wrapped on the surface was also crushed.
"Using my advantage as a telepathic master, using crossbow arrows as a medium to release the talisman without getting close? It's really traditional."
Quan Jingfeng said lightly, swinging his arm forward casually, the seemingly cumbersome Zhanma Dao spurted out red maple energy and blood, and nimbly slashed at the second flying crossbow arrow.
Before the cold talisman wrapped on the crossbow arrow could be activated, it was split in half along with the arrow by the sword that was filled with energy and blood.
"It's useless, my reaction speed is faster than a crossbow..."
Quan Jingfeng persuaded in a calm tone, but the crossbow arrows were still fired in different directions, including those wrapped in talismans, and some were simply cold arrows.
In the thick fog, the warrior's perception is not as sharp as the mind master's.
He couldn't see whether there were any talismans attached to the crossbow arrows, so he had to activate his energy and blood, use his Zhanma Dao to chop down each flying arrow, and use his energy and blood to suppress the spontaneous activation of the talismans.
This was a disadvantage. The ratio of talisman arrows to ordinary arrows quickly changed from one to two to one to five, and the red maple energy was being consumed every moment.
But Quan Jingfeng was not anxious. He counted the numbers silently in his mind.
Eight, nine...
The ingenious crossbow worn by the opponent is an assassination weapon commonly used by West Jing assassins. A quiver can hold up to twenty arrows.
After twenty, a new quiver must be installed.
This also means that there will be gaps.
twenty!
After the twentieth arrow was shot, there was indeed a short gap.
Quan Jingfeng used all his strength to drive up his energy and blood, deflected the arrows, and rushed into the thick fog like a heavily loaded carriage, slashing forward with the sword in his hand.
But it was all empty.
There was no Li Ang in front of him, as he imagined, holding a crossbow and gliding on the thread of thought.
There was only a layer of spider web-like thought threads and a few arranged crossbow arrows.
These thought threads will, under the control of thought power, pick up crossbow arrows on the ground, use the thought threads themselves as bow strings, and launch them on their own.
This is a trap.
Quan Jingfeng reacted belatedly. His tempered body sensed the approaching danger, and before he realized it, he instinctively held the saber and swung it to the left.
clang!
The sound of gold and iron interlacing stirred in the ring,
Li Ang emerged silently from the thick fog. On the way to stab Quan Jingfeng's neck, the three-edged spear in his hand was intercepted by the sword.
Quan Jingfeng's instincts, honed over many years of hunting monsters, saved him from defeat.
He took a deep breath and had no time to think about Li Ang's insidiousness, nor did he have time to think about how he almost lost to an opponent two levels below him.
The sword in his hand burst out with more fierce red maple energy and blood.
The gap between the two sides in terms of path and physical quality made Zhan Ma Dao, who was at an inconvenient angle to exert force, still provoke the three-edged spear.
Quan Jingfeng moved half a step to the left and blasted out with his left arm.
it's over.
At this distance, the punch thrown by Houtian Perfect Warrior was too urgent and too fast.
Even if the opponent uses telekinesis in time, it is impossible to avoid it.
Faced with an unavoidable punch,
Without any fear, Li Ang let go of the triangular gun and even relaxed his muscles.
Niansi, trigger.
The threads of thought wrapped around his limbs and torso all received instructions to contract or stretch.
Using an angle of exertion that was impossible for a normal human body, he controlled Li Ang's body and made an extremely weird posture, narrowly avoiding the punch.
Quan Jingfeng's eyes suddenly widened. Although he already knew that Li Ang's telekinesis control accuracy was far better than that of monks of the same level, the scene before him still exceeded his expectations.
In a hurry, Quan Jingfeng reluctantly changed his moves and tried to hit his opponent with an uppercut.
However, the spiderweb-like thought threads spread on the ground stretch faster than the muscles.
Li Ang's palm pressed against Quan Jingfeng's helmet before Quan Jingfeng's fist.
A talisman floated in along the slit between the eyes of Quan Jingfeng's helmet, like banknotes flying into a merit box.
Tremolo, start.
Boom boom boom boom!
The huge sound echoed passionately in the metal helmet, and the sound pressure impacted the lymph fluid and vestibular nerves in Quan Jingfeng's ears. His sense of balance and direction was instantly lost.
The tall body half-knelt on the ground involuntarily.
Li Ang looked at his opponent, pulled out the short knife given by Duke Yan from his waist, held the handle of the knife with his left hand, pierced the gap in the opponent's helmet, and suddenly hammered the end of the handle with his right hand.
Buzz!
The ring ban lit up with a red light indicating the end of the game.
