Trading a head for a life was a last resort. After losing a snake head, Xiang Liu was not only scarred, but his strength also dropped a lot.
When Xiang Liu chose the strong man to cut off his wrist, he had already lost this duel, and the rest of the time was just to survive.
Qiu Chiyu walked through the clouds, and the Flame Dragon Dharma Prime Minister left a long trail of flames behind her. As her figure passed by, the clouds at noon were like the red glow of the setting sun.
"Hell of Hell."
The trajectories of the red clouds crisscrossed back and forth, gradually intertwining into a cage of flames falling from the sky, tightly trapping the injured Xiang Liu within the cage.
Rumor has it that after death, the soul returns to the underworld and must first be judged by the four judges of the Good and Evil Division, the Division of Rewards for Good, the Division of Punishment of Evil, the Division of Yin Law, and the Division of Chacha on the good and evil of the soul's life, and rewards and punishments are given based on merits and demerits.
Those who have committed many evil deeds during their lifetime will go to hell and suffer the punishments. They cannot re-enter reincarnation until they have redeemed all their sins during their lifetime. Those who have committed unpardonable crimes will be thrown into the final endless hell, where they will be tortured every moment and will never be reincarnated.
The mortal world usually refers to hell as the eighteen levels of hell. It is believed that hell extends downward layer by layer. People who commit greater crimes will enter the deeper hell. In fact, this is not the case. Hell is divided according to time, degree of suffering, and area size.
The sixteenth level of hell is called Modugan Zhihu, also known as the volcanic hell. Those who bribe, take bribes, rob and set fire will be sent to the volcanic hell after death, and they will be burned all day long without dying.
At this moment, the flame cage was like a volcanic hell, locking Xiang Liu firmly in the cage. The intense high temperature burned Xiang Liu's body, and the animal blood that had been flowing out was also evaporated by the flames.
As the water in the hell general Xiang Liu's body continued to vaporize, his body continued to shrink. When he was trying to escape from the hell with his shrunken body, he found that the cage had also shrunk with him.
Moreover, the shrinking speed of the Hell Fire has far exceeded the shrinkage progress of Xiang Liu's body. The flames have tightened Xiang Liu's body, turning into sharp fire knives to cut Xiang Liu's body into pieces.
As a last resort, Xiang Liu had no choice but to repeat his old trick, tearing off one of his own snake heads again, blocking the blow from the Hell of Fire that completely closed in.
After losing the two snake heads, Xiang Liu was already on the verge of collapse, and its almost completely burned wings could no longer support its body in the air.
"Let's see how many heads you still have to give up."
Xiang Liu was at the end of his strength, and his broken body could no longer bear the loss of another snake head. The next sword would be the final judgment.
At this moment, Qiu Chiyu only had Xiang Liu's life in his eyes, and at this moment, an inconspicuous light passed through the air.
Under the cover of daylight, this bright light could not be captured by sight. It flew from the distant sky and arrived in front of Qingya in the blink of an eye.
Until he was within three feet of him, Xianzhen sensed the danger coming. Before his brain had time to react, Qingya had already risen in advance to block his chest.
With a ding sound, the light dissipated, and a small silver needle hit the Qingming sword body. At this time, the tip of the silver needle was still spinning at high speed, as if it wanted to pierce Qing Ming.
Although it is unknown what kind of material Qing Ming is made of, it cannot be shaken by ordinary weapons. The high-speed rotating silver needle cannot even splash a spark, let alone leave any traces on Qing Ming.
The next moment, the silver needle suddenly stopped spinning and split into nearly a hundred nails as thin as cow hair, which rushed toward Qingya's chest.
Just as the silver needles were splitting and forming, a burst of ice mist blew in, freezing the tiny nails into little bits of ice and falling to the ground.
"They're coming, be careful."
Hua Qing'er got close to Qingya, and the two of them stood back-to-back, fully guarding against the next assassination attack that would come from nowhere.
But after two assassinations, the opponent seemed to know that no matter how concealed the hidden weapon was, Qingya would detect it. After a short blow, the opponent stopped.
But Qingya knew that the other party never left. Patience is the most basic ability for an excellent assassin. They would often lurk in the dark for days and nights, just waiting for a chance to kill.
The opponent is waiting, waiting for the opportunity for Qingya to relax his vigilance. Qingya is also waiting for the opportunity for the opponent to take action again. As long as the opponent has the slightest sign of trouble, relying on the enemy detection of the needle and the displacement of Ling Yunbu, Qingya has a chance. Be sure to catch the hidden ones unexpectedly.
Above, Xiang Liu's howl when he was about to die enveloped the surrounding area. There was no way to retreat. It burned all the few blood of Xiang Liu in exchange for short-term strength.
The shriveled flesh and blood gradually became fuller, and the scattered feathers and scales once again covered its body, and the two heads that he had abandoned before also grew back. In a matter of moments, Xiang Liu had recovered his initial appearance. appearance.
At this moment, the blood of Xiang Liu that restored it was being consumed rapidly. In less than half an hour, the ferocious beast would die completely. After the blood was exhausted, it could no longer be reproduced.
No matter what, its defeat has long been doomed, but now, its mission is to hold off Qiu Chiyu as much as possible so that she can't distract herself from interfering with Qingya.
Seeing Xiang Liu's movement above, Qing Ya also realized that the other party could no longer bear it. They had to kill him within this period of time, otherwise they would have no chance to take action when Xiang Liu fell.
Just as Qing Ya was concentrating on the movement in all directions, he suddenly sensed a danger approaching. When he subconsciously pulled Hua Qing'er to take a step back, a crescent-shaped blade broke out from under his feet.
The blade almost brushed against the tip of Qingya's nose. A figure jumped up from below, turned the blade, and slashed towards Qingya.
After losing the best opportunity, the knife was easily blocked. However, what surprised Qingya was that the assassin was clearly right in front of him, but he could not see his figure clearly.
It was like he was wearing a cloak that was the same as the background. Qingya could only see a vague outline of a human figure filled with the colors of the sky, houses and streets. It made people feel dazzled at a glance. Taking advantage of this short period of time, When he was free, the man got into the ground again. Where he landed, the street was still intact, leaving no trace, as if the assassination had never happened.
"This is the Five Elements Escape Technique. It is a brand-new assassination technique that has emerged from the coast of the East China Sea in recent years. The assassin can hide himself in any environment and catch him by surprise. You two must be careful, damn, this evil Why isn’t the beast still dead?”
Qiu Chiyu sent a message to the two of them, and only then did Qingya know the reason.
Everything in the world is composed of matter. Since ancient times, people have believed that all matter in the world can be roughly divided into five attributes: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. As early as in ancient times, when people were still engaged in primitive totem worship, preliminary exploration of the world was born. However, in the following thousands of years, the five elements have always been in the scope of people's philosophical discussions.
Until hundreds of schools of thought came together, the Yin and Yang family began to integrate the Five Elements into their cultivation, forming a complete set of cultivation methods. They could convert their own spiritual energy at will according to the combat situation. The masters of gold and fire killed, and the masters of water and wood. Healing, thick soil master defense, they combine multiple attributes into one, they can advance, attack, retreat or defend, and they are invincible in battle.
After the First Emperor swept across the six kingdoms, the Yin and Yang family never appeared again in the world, and the Five Elements method gradually became its last song.
The Five Elements Escape Technique that Qingya saw today has a trace of the charm of the Five Elements Technique of the Yin Yang Family. They adjust their concealment techniques according to changes in external things, creating a kind of visual deception, thereby achieving "under the lamp" "Black" effect.
After escaping the blow from the ground, a beam of light from the sky locked onto Qingya below, and at the moment when the light was about to penetrate Qingya's body, Qingya, who had been in passive defense, finally found an opportunity.
I saw Qingya rising into the sky, and the glow passed through Qingya's blurred body. The assassin driving the machine wings in the sky was about to return after confirming that the glow had hit the target, but in the next second he saw a black sword tip. Penetrated his own chest.
In the Polar Ridge, there are no eternal preys and no eternal hunters. Inadvertently, you will fall into the trap of the enemy. Seize the opportunity and defeat the enemy with one blow. This is the law of survival in the jungle.
The specially-made machine wings can lift into the sky to a height that the Jindan monks cannot reach. According to the intelligence, the target of this assassination was only in the late stage of Foundation Establishment. In addition, he had seen the rising light penetrate the target's body before, so he Relax your tense heartstrings.
The distance of a hundred feet high in the sky was beyond Qingya's reach, but it was easy for Qingming. When Qing Ming flew back to Qing Ya's hand like a falling meteor, there was still hot blood dripping from the tip of the sword.
The death of their companions does not stimulate the remaining assassins hiding in the dark. From the moment they debut, their only criterion is to kill the target. Their companions are just a means of leveraging themselves to complete the mission.
Therefore, what assassins fear most is not death. They live life on the tip of a knife every day. Death is a kind of relief for them. Their fate has been determined from the moment they were born, and they can never escape this dangerous road. Return.
What they fear most is to be seriously injured. Once you lose strength, the companions you relied on in the past will immediately abandon you. They will not keep a person who hinders their actions. It is more likely that they will act like hyenas. Divide everything about you, and finally end your life with my own hands.
But now, the identities of hunter and prey have been interchanged. After the opponent's kills have been defended and even counterattacked, the offense and defense have changed.
There were red clouds under the sky, and ice and snow were floating on the ground. It had just cleared up for half a day, and suddenly there was falling snow again.
No, those were not snowflakes falling from the clouds. With Hua Qing'er as the center of the circle, all movements within a radius of more than ten miles were under Bingshuang's control.
They used the thick snow as their camouflage, crawling under the snow and waiting for the opportunity to assassinate. But now, the original protective color has become their death talisman. The frost and snow dropped by the ice lotus spread the chill that penetrates the soul. Their bodies have undergone the most rigorous training. They can endure the extreme cold, but they cannot resist the frost that freezes the soul.
Once they couldn't control their bodies and moved, Qing Ming hovering above stabbed the snow with precision like a falcon, bringing up a stream of blood and spraying out.
Hiding any longer will lead to death, and the killer's last card is to risk his life. Layers of snow mist exploded on the snow, like a giant whale leaping out of the water. The splashes blocked Qingya's sight. They used the pure snow as a camouflage, and hit all the power of the early stage of the golden elixir in one blow. , sent the final blow with a decisive gesture of never looking back.
The Assassin's only creed is to complete the assassination mission, and for this, they can easily put their own lives as a bet.
Six or seven transparent silhouettes walked through the snow. Even if you followed their tracks closely, you would lose sight of the target the moment the silhouettes intertwined.
As long as one person can hit the target, their mission will be completed.
However, they have no chance to get close.
Just like a river suddenly surging up and down, thousands of phantom swords are surging over this mountain of dancing silver snakes. Above, there is the Milky Way falling from the sky, and below, there are thousands of piles of snow. The sword tide brings no difference. The impact will cover all attacks from any angle. The forward assassin seemed to be hit by a huge wave, and suddenly lost the motivation to move forward. He could only let the tide push him away and drift with the current.
But this was not water, but a sword. Even though the phantom swords had lost their powerful lethality after being split into so many, they still fell to the ground one after another as if they had been washed ashore by the tide, and their disguises were torn apart by the phantom swords. He was broken into pieces, leaving only dense blood marks on his body, and he lost the strength to stand up again.
At this point, the monks who had just touched the golden elixir realm were no longer the enemies of Qingya with one sword.
At this time, the battle above was coming to an end. After the blood of Xiangliu was burned out, the body of the giant beast instantly became in pieces. Under the roar of Yanlong Dharmaxiang, it fell towards the ground.
Just like a meteor crashing into the sea and causing huge waves to reach the sky, the thick snow also raised high snowflakes under the violent impact. Xiang Liu's body fell into pieces after falling to the ground, and then spontaneously ignited into a mixture of fly ash. Among the snowflakes, when the snow melts, they will turn into spring mud together for the coming year, nurturing new life.
The assassins, who had been injured and lost their strength, were also flying to nowhere under the violent impact. Whether they could survive or not could only depend on their own destiny.
Phew, the crisis was finally over, and Qingya also let out a long breath of turbid air. He had just used one sword to turn ten thousand swords into a thousand swords, which had consumed too much of his spiritual power, and now his legs were still a little staggering.
Hua Qing'er took Qing Ya's arm and let him rest in her arms to recover his spiritual power. Qing Ya raised his head and looked at Qiu Chiyu in the air, making a gesture that everything was okay.
Seeing that the two of them were fine, the flame dragon dharma image behind Qiu Chiyu gradually faded away, and the raging fire burning on his body also faded away. It took too long to summon the dharma image this time, and it also consumed a lot of mental power, and it was no longer possible in a short period of time. The Eight Desolate Flame Dragons are summoned again.
After everything had settled, the three of them were ready to return home. The monks from Daci'en Temple had already come here to resettle the people affected by the disaster. Everything was left to them.
There is also a motto in Assassin's Creed that the best time to hunt is when people show a tired posture after victory.
