Although the Cutting Gourd itself will form a brand new flying knife in the future, this time must be his highlight moment, there is no doubt about this.
With the official attack of Zhanxiu Gourd, Qilin also felt a terrible feeling in his heart. For the first time, he felt the threat to his life safety during the battle with monks or monsters of the same level. This is absolutely intolerable and unacceptable.
Yes, it is also an insult to the noble Qilin bloodline.
However, under the powerful deterrent of Zhan Xiu Gourd itself, Qilin can only choose active defense and response. No matter when and where, life safety is always the most important priority.
Thanks to the strength of its body, its tough fur is also its biggest support, and it is still eager to form a shield composed of spiritual water around its body.
These shields are not simply mana shields. Spiritual patterns have been formed on them and intertwined. This is of great significance to the improvement of the quality of the shield itself.
"No wonder I have the courage to challenge this Qilin here. It turns out that I have a high-quality spiritual treasure. But in the battle, the decisive factor is always my own strength and cultivation. Everything else is just a clown.
That's it, today I will let you truly become a clown." Qilin had a serious look on his face and was fully prepared.
Although Qilin's body is flexible enough, there is still no room to escape in front of such a fast Zhanxiu flying knife. It's like Zhao Shoushou can only resist the inundation from the surrounding spiritual water through frontal resistance. This is actually for one person.
A test of Qilin's own cultivation base.
In the end, whoever can last longer under the attack of both sides or recover first will have enough advantage, or control the direction of the attack.
Before the sky was flooded with spiritual water, Zhao Shoushou noticed through the corner of his eye that three white flying knives had left three inch-long wounds on the Qilin itself, and gurgling blood had flowed out from the wounds.
This is the first result he has achieved since the beginning of the war.
"Zhao went all out this time without any luck. Every move was made with true strength. He can only succeed but not fail." This was Zhao Shoushou's final voice, and then the whole thing was submerged in the seemingly endless water.
In the endless spiritual water.
The source of these spiritual waters are all the spiritual whirlpools formed by Qilin's crazy rotation before. It seems to contain endless water flow, which brings endless pressure to him.
At the beginning of the spiritual water submergence, he even used some special means to hit it, as if he wanted to completely defeat it and return to the most primitive state of spiritual power.
But every time a drop of spiritual water is scattered, a larger amount of spiritual water will surround it, which is completely like a useless exercise.
After about a cup of tea, Zhao Shoushou's body was finally submerged in the spiritual water bit by bit, just like a boulder or a big tree, using its natural advantages to suppress it bit by bit and making it difficult to move. This trick was used
It is the general trend and real strength.
The monk submerged in these spiritual waters is like an ordinary person drowning who has lost the power to resist. He cannot breathe, cannot resist, and everything seems so pale and powerless.
When Zhao Shoushou's whole body entered the spiritual water, it was like entering a whole new world. At this moment, all his connections with the outside world disappeared without a trace, including the communication channels with the outside world's spiritual power.
This means that he is in a silent world at this time, and the total amount of mana in his body is limited. Every time the consumption is reduced, there will definitely be no replenishment.
These spiritual waters that submerged it are now the masters of this small world. It seems calm and calm, but it is in a relatively erosive state at every moment. In addition to passive defense against the monks' attacks,
, and there is no other means to resist.
Ling Shui is like a small ant, moving bit by bit, hoping that the monks who are surrounded by layers of layers will digest it thoroughly as soon as possible.
"This kind of constant erosion is the most powerful. It seems to fail time and time again. As long as there is any carelessness in the process, it may cause irreparable losses." This is the biggest feeling in Zhao Shoushou's heart.
However, this kind of attack is beneficial to him at this time. After all, this so-called consumption is harmless to him in a short period of time. Relatively speaking, the attack from Zhanxiu Feidao is immediate.
Perhaps the only negative effect for him is that it is completely difficult to block the invasion and erosion of a completely different alien aura and mana.
The purity of mana and breath is extremely important and indispensable for any monk. If there are any spots, it will cause the mana to be impure. This is a means of affecting the monk's future cultivation potential.
In addition, as time goes by, some large and small wounds inevitably appear on the body, and a large amount of blood soaks from the outside of the body, which looks a bit miserable from the outside.
Compared with Zhao Shoushou at this time, he looked even more embarrassed when faced with the three white flying knives sprayed out by Zhanxiu Gourd. With every flash of spiritual light, there was always an inch-long wound in different places.
Although it was only a minor injury to Qilin, it had enough deterrence after all.
The most critical thing is that there will be some white mist remaining on every wound of Qilin. Blocked by these special ingredients, these wounds cannot heal at all.
Whenever there are some big movements, the wounds that have recovered slightly will be torn open again, and the gurgling blood cannot be stopped in a short time.
In addition to these superficial wounds, as his carefully cultivated trump card, its function is certainly not that simple. In each wound, there will be a small flying knife that looks like a swimming fish and continues to move along the wound.
It erodes away from the body.
However, due to Qilin's subconscious obstruction, most of these finger-sized knives died before they left the battlefield and could only serve as a source of harassment.
In short, in this final war of attrition, whether it was Zhao Shooshou who belonged to the monks or the monster with the bloodline of the auspicious beast Qilin, both paid a heavy price, and both sides were truly hurt.
This kind of battle that consumes each other between levels is a huge drain on one person and one beast. It is destined to be unsustainable and will not exist for too long.
"If it's not broken now, then when? It's just a special law of spiritual water. It's not enough to trap Zhao here." About half an hour later, the pale Zhao Shoushou
Holding the Sea Hunting Fork and under the influence of the two spiritual treasures of white jade jar, he finally broke out of the cocoon.