Lu Dingmo saw Jiuchongquan approaching, but he did not panic.
They had just fought in close combat, and although he took advantage of the chaos and gained the upper hand, he also knew that he would never win in a head-on fight. Lu Dingmo's mind was determined, his breath sank, his hands were frozen like wind springs, and his eyelids were slightly closed.
One movement and one silence, creating two extreme postures.
The wind is certain. Just for a moment when the two were still close to each other, Lu Dingmo suddenly burst out with unprecedented energy!
Because Lu Dingmo had just woken up, he only had a jade hairpin on his head. At this moment, affected by the Yuan Gong that he lifted instantly, the hairpin collapsed and was destroyed, and his long hair was flowing like a sage in the empty valley.
"Huimo Dang Qingcheng!"
The pages of the book turned rapidly, resonating with the ink on the strings. The flow of ink disturbs the sound of the piano and makes a sharp clang, just like the ink passing through the forest, swirling and dancing, and rolling towards the Jiuchong Spring!
The ground immediately sank, and the pressure dissipated. Jiuchongquan suddenly felt as if his footsteps were stuck to the ground, making it difficult to move.
Seeing such momentum again, Jiuchongquan was unprepared, and the momentum attached to the halberd was instantly dissipated. When he wanted to adjust his breath again, he only felt the choking ink breath rushing into his mouth and nose. With one breath reversed, he was immediately severely beaten. I rushed far away, feeling miserable all over my body.
The ink flow spread out, and the ground was dyed into a pitch black color.
When Lu Dingmo saw that the blow was effective, his energy gradually dissipated. His hair slowly fell down the back of his head, he breathed softly, stepped on the sunken soft sand and stones, and walked towards the severely injured Jiuchongquan.
The ink flow carried considerable pressure, and after entering Jiuchongquan's body, its Qi pulses were still swelling.
When Jiuchongquan heard Lu Dingmo approaching, he coughed violently and held the halberd, half-kneeling and trying to get up.
However, when Lu Dingmo walked up to him, he was not in a hurry to make any moves.
"...Why is the sky filled with blood? Is it from your hands?"
The first thing he noticed was the large blood mist covering his head. Since the blood mist had not been broken before he fell into coma, when he woke up, it was the first time he saw such a disastrous scene.
Jiuchongquan gasped. Although he was puzzled by Ting Lu Ding Mo's question, he had no time to care about it.
He secretly clenched the pill that he had been holding in his hand with difficulty just now. Glancing at the figure close at hand, he quickly raised his hand to his mouth.
"Um?!"
Seeing the strange appearance of Jiuchongquan on the ground, Lu Dingmo was suddenly stunned. At that time, the scene of the battle at Lanyung Pavilion was reversed several times, and all of them flooded into his mind at this moment.
Knowing that the situation was reversed, Lu Dingmo immediately charged up his kick and kicked Jiuchongquan's wrist: "Don't even think about it!"
Jiuchongquan suddenly felt a sharp pain from breaking his wrist, and his body instantly rolled away.
However, with his amazing willpower, he stretched out his head and opened his mouth at the critical moment, and caught the pill at the critical moment.
Swallowing it whole, the bitter pill immediately rolled into the throat and went straight down the throat.
Jiuchongquan was in an extremely embarrassed state. But in an instant, the body lying on the ground erupted into a sweeping wave of furious wind.
Although Lu Dingmo realized it in time, it was still a little late. Unable to prevent a terrible turn of events, just like the top of the pavilion that day, it came before him again!
With his stern eyebrows furrowed, Lu Dingmo was swept away by the strong airflow several steps away.
At the same time, the huge rock next to the mountain gate with the words "Qingya Academy" engraved on it was immediately blown to pieces. Crazy sand rolled into the air, and as Jiuchongquan stood up from the ground, even the dead grass on the ground was destroyed by the roots.
Lu Dingmo looked at the demon standing up in front of him, as if he was slowly overlapping with the figure from before.
The memory that made him shudder instantly dominated his mind, and he was almost unsure of the "Nioh Chronicle". What's more, there is no second helper today, so he can only deal with this person alone!
Taking a few steps back, he felt strong pressure across the yellow sand and blood mist.
He didn't expect that such a scene would happen to him again in Qingya Academy so soon.
Lu Dingmo pursed his lips and looked at the Zhan Ran Xue Feng held high in the center of the beacon smoke.
The coercion was still spreading everywhere, and while the mountain gate was completely destroyed, invisible air waves were like suspended springs and waterfalls, passing through the mountains and forests, causing countless trees to suffer.
At the foot of the mountain, Yan Daju and the soldiers felt the chill of their breath, and their hearts and livers began to itch uncomfortably.
I wonder what difficult opponents their Nine Flags Envoys encountered above? After only a few moments, the situation above has evolved into such a terrifying thing?
The fallen leaves fell one after another and were carried by the wind to the forest where they were stationed. Yan Daju took away a leaf that fell on his head and tried his best to do it.
In front of the mountain gate of the academy on the mountain, there is blood mist in the air, which has been disturbed by the air waves of Jiuchong Spring.
The uneven mist envelops the transformed people strolling out.
With one step, the halberd behind him rustled across the ground, cutting a long beacon boundary.
Lu Dingmo looked at the person in front of him, holding each piano and scroll tightly.
This person's pressure is more oppressive than the previous shadow. He has little chance of winning, but he still remembers that once he takes that weird pill and transforms into such a state, there will definitely be a long period of weakness.
In other words... he must delay the person in front of him until he reaches the stage of weakness!
However, with his heart fixed and his body motionless, he saw the flying halberd coming to him in the blink of an eye!
"drink!"
Lü Dingmo kept his position, and at the moment when the halberd was about to fall, he just used the hard surface of the piano to catch the powerful edge.
One is hard and the other is soft, but Jiuchongquan's pressure is not easy to deal with. Even if he blocks the fatal move, Lu Dingmo's internal organs are still stirred, and then he feels severe pain.
He took a few steps back in a hurry. When he looked again, he saw that Jiuchongquan's injury had been healed, and his wrist was back to its original state without any hindrance.
Lu Dingmo couldn't help but be surprised at how terrifying this pill was, but he had no time to think about it at the moment.
Loess flew under their feet, and the two of them moved their steps in the huge courtyard for a moment, and the power of their vertical and horizontal moves chopped the surrounding buildings to pieces.
Smoke and dust filled the air from all four corners. Lu Dingmo wanted to take a look at the safety of the sages' ancestral hall. When he was distracted for a moment, Jiuchongquan's halberd passed close to his face, and his face suddenly hurt.
"One halberd leads to the blood river!"
Jiuchongquan saw the right moment and struck wildly. The burst of blood shone brightly, leaving the sword's edge in an instant, like a mud ball rolling on the ground, running over a river of broken earth and blood, and swept towards the sluggish Lu Dingmo.
Lu Dingmo felt the strong air pressure approaching, but his face still felt like needle pricks of pain. He hurriedly plucked the strings, clasped the strings tightly with his five fingers, and at the same time tried his best to open the canon: "It's not over yet!"
