However, a prediction is just a prediction. Things in the world are unpredictable and the vicissitudes of life are countless.
The same is true in a battle. The fighter planes change rapidly. No one knows whether Ji Chang has a back-up plan.
"You are so good that your body is not broken, but you can resist the thunder without dying, and even suffer only minor injuries. However, I want to see how long you can endure."
Ji Chang's heart sank and he admired slightly. Even as an opponent, he had to admit the opponent's strength.
If he were a different innate and a different opponent, he would most likely be blasted to pieces.
The next moment, Ji Chang was vomiting blood while swinging his sword. The path of the sword was gentle and swift, as if he was drawing some kind of talisman in the void.
As if manipulating magic, he directed two thunder pillars like flames to strike down one after another, no less powerful than the previous two strikes.
The originally dark and shiny hair was visibly dry and curled up, and even a small part turned snow white.
The aura that was as piercing as thunder also plummeted back.
However, the effect it brought was obviously not as good as the first time it guided the sky thunder.
One of the thunder pillars was also resolved by Niu Dali with the move of the Bull Demon's horns. Another fresh scar was added to his chest, but it was still just an injury floating on the surface of the skin. It was not serious, and it did not affect his condition.
The other thunder pillar was dodged by Niu Dali. This was not because Niu Dali's speed suddenly became faster, but because Ji Chang's speed of guiding the sky thunder slowed down, giving Niu Dali time to react and dodge, and his condition declined. It has become difficult for him to maintain.
In this way, the situation on the field became more clear. Even those acquired warriors with insufficient eyesight could see that although Ji Chang was powerful, he was already at the end of his strength. On the contrary, Niu Dali seemed to be suffering a loss, but he was sure of victory.
Many people were beating their chests and feet in hatred. It seems that they bet on Ji Chang's victory in the handicap, and they also made a heavy bet. Now they may lose everything, and of course they cannot afford it.
At this time, Niu Dali also discovered that Ji Chang's aura had become extremely weak and could no longer maintain the secret technique of summoning thunder, because the dark clouds that originally shrouded his head quickly dispersed, and the gloomy weather was immediately swept away by the red sun, which was dazzling. The warm sunlight shines down, making people feel comfortable all over.
Niu Dali grinned, revealing his teeth as white as sharks. The injuries on his body seemed to have no effect on him, and he did not feel any pain. He smiled cruelly,
"Is Guizhou Donkey exhausted?"
Ji Chang flicked his backhand, buckled the soft sword back to his waist in an extremely cool and handsome manner, and slipped out a red pill from the cuff, swallowing it in his mouth. Recovery, even the withered snow-white hair is nourished by some kind of power and restored to its original black and shiny color.
No wonder he dared to use such a dangerous secret technique. It turned out that he had a magical elixir and was not afraid of losses.
Seeing this, Niu Dali was not afraid at all. Although the two of them fought for a short time and not many times, they generally understood each other's strength level.
The Tianyin Divine Thunder is indeed sharp and extremely powerful, but Ji Chang's cultivation base is insufficient and it is difficult for him to pose a threat to Niu Dali, just like the three consecutive fingers at the beginning.
It seems to be just a simple move, but in fact, it is no less than a battle of thousands of moves, which is enough to reflect the gap between the two people's background and is equivalent to a competition between the two people's overall strength.
Unfortunately, Ji Chang found nothing and was completely at a disadvantage, so he took a desperate risk and risked being backlashed, using the special location on the mountain to guide and summon the divine thunder.
Of course, the results are obvious.
If he leaves this arena, there is probably nothing anyone can do, because Niu Dali cannot catch up with the fast Ji Chang, and Ji Chang is not Niu Dali's opponent at all, and a hard fight is something only a fool would do.
But limited to this special arena environment, Niu Dali is the absolute winner because of his strength.
Therefore, if there are no other tricks and methods, even if Ji Chang's true energy is restored and his condition remains the same, the outcome cannot be changed.
In response to this, Ji Chang did not look as shocked as he imagined, nor was he disappointed at all. His gloomy expression even relaxed, and he secretly transmitted a message to Niu Dali,
"Killing Walker, a fight between you and me is just the aftereffects of other people's fights, so why don't we just let it go.
I also have in my hand a kind of cigarette smoke given by Wei Ning. It is extremely poisonous. Once released, it will not distinguish between friend and foe. We will perish together. You should not be so stupid! "
Niu Dali's originally confident expression suddenly choked up, and his fierce expression collapsed. His mouth moved, and he wanted to curse, but in the end he did not say it.
His martial body is powerful, infinitely powerful, as strong as a diamond, and his true energy is extremely strong, as turbulent as the endless ocean.
However, after all, it is not the kind of poison that is invulnerable to all poisons. The kind of poison that is as big as a killer will still be effective on him, and even kill him.
If Baishuyan is real and Ji Chang is really determined to die together, then if he continues to be aggressive, he may really be pulled into the water. This makes Nu Dali hesitate and dare not make fun of his own life.
As a warrior with a hot temper and cruelty, it was even more frustrating for him to have to let the opponent go after being provoked.
That's why Niu Dali looked so tangled and depressed, with his pair of huge bull's eyes sometimes showing fierceness, and sometimes showing hesitation. This kind of situation is really rare.
The big arena that was originally a restraint for Ji Chang has now become his prison. Once the poisonous smoke spreads, he, as the first to bear the brunt, will not be able to escape.
For a while, the two of them were stunned on the spot, neither of them made a move, and the stalemate lasted for a while.
The outside world is already impatient. The huge competition they have just experienced has satisfied everyone's expectations. Although many people are worried that they will lose the bet and lose all their money, it is not a big deal to witness a wonderful duel. Express comfort.
However, Niu Dali and Ji Chang secretly passed on the news and put a stop to it, which brought the originally exciting decisive battle to an abrupt end. It was like urinating. The originally hearty and refreshing flow of water flowed for thousands of miles. The card owner was so cold that he was holding it in and was in a very bad mood. .
In the audience, Meng Zhao and others also felt strange.
Zheng Que took a few steps forward anxiously and said in confusion,
"Lao Niu should take advantage of the victory and pursue it. Why are you so stunned? Is it possible that the other party has plotted against you?"
Meng Zhao, on the other hand, was thoughtful and vaguely guessed that the other party might have said something to give Niu Dali a considerable threat, so that he did not dare to act rashly, so he froze there.
On the other side, Wei Ning, who was covered in poisonous insects and could give people nightmares just by looking at him, also saw Ji Chang's abnormal behavior. He smiled coldly, knowing what the other party had planned, and secretly mocked,
"You got on my ship and took advantage of my power. How could you fool him so easily?"
He didn't know what the back-up was, but he turned around and left without saying a word, not even looking at the outcome of the battle in the arena.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
