Everything is not meaningless, the Snake King was also chopped by his sword. If Song Ping's magic power was still at its peak, he would definitely be able to influence the opponent with his piccolo.
His ability to control beasts is due to his physical constitution and his natural ability. Later, he practiced diligently and was one of the few who could control and influence the minds of spiritual beasts that were comparable to his own strength.
He has always been proud of this, but now he hates that his cultivation level is low and he cannot be stronger.
Song Ping took out a pill and drank it, hoping that his magic power could be replenished quickly.
Shuiying on the other side felt that her entire arm had lost all feeling, and she suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart.
Of course she guessed that the snake king would be more venomous, but she didn't expect it to be so exaggerated. It was completely different from the previous bite she had received.
She was sure that if she couldn't get treatment in time, she would die miserably.
What Shuiying can do now is to use her magic power to resist the erosion of the poison with all her strength, and leave everything to Song Ping, who is still able to move.
The sound of the flute kept coming from Song Ping's mouth, and he stepped back step by step. He couldn't count on Wu Shu at this moment. The Snake King's attack could come at any time.
Even though he knew clearly that he should save mana, Song Ping still had to go all out. After all, if in order to save mana and the defense was not completely bitten, it would be a waste of effort.
The magic power surged like a spring, but the sound of Song Ping's flute gradually became quieter.
The snake was wise, so he chose to use a more low-key approach.
The low hiss was almost undetectable, but there was something in it that was ready to go.
Song Ping asked Shui Ying to turn around so that she was facing behind him, and he hugged her sideways and said, "I'll have to rely on you later."
The Snake King is not low on intelligence, and he would confuse the little snakes before. Now if the Snake King attacks him from behind, he will have no defense at all, so he can only let the seriously injured Shui Ying help watch.
He held the jade ice sword in his hand and said through a message: - It can still be blocked.
What she said is very pertinent, that is to say, it can be blocked once, but no matter how much it is, it may not be possible.
"Wind and snow turn into frost, and ice condenses." Shui Ying whispered, and traces of icy air came out of the sword, but the icy air was darker than before, which was obviously the reason for her poisoning.
Ice condensation is a move that accumulates mana, just like freezing water into ice. It is a process of preparing for attack. Mana is accumulated bit by bit and gradually becomes a stronger attack.
It is not as fast as ice spikes, but it does not consume mana for no reason and needs to be used directly. Instead, it can be accumulated bit by bit and explode when it comes into contact with the enemy.
It can be said that not a single bit of effort is wasted.
This is the most suitable move for Shuiying.
The magic power accumulated on the sword bit by bit. Shuiying's body was aching and numb, but her eyes were still focused and she was not distracted by the pain.
Sure enough, the next moment, the snakehead appeared behind Song Ping.
"Here we come." Shui Ying said as she released her magic power, ice instantly formed on the sword.
Song Ping and she were Taoist lovers. They had fought side by side for many years and had a very tacit understanding. As soon as Shui Ying spoke, the piccolo in his mouth became more powerful and his hiss became more melodious.
There was an obvious scar on the Snake King's body, which was obviously made by Song Ping just now. At this moment, its eyes were full of anger, and it rushed towards his back with all its strength...
Shui Ying slashed with her sword, and the ice spread out like a fan, like a miniature ice wall.
Song Ping's flute also played a role. Although the Snake King was not confused, he was injured and disturbed, so he was a little slower after all.
Shuiying's ice wall directly blocked its triangular head, and the sword tip almost touched its face, leaving a very thin scratch.
Unfortunately, it's of no use.
If she had more magic power, she could blind one of its eyes, which made Shuiying feel uncomfortable.
The next moment, the Snake King retreated again, and Shui Ying spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"Yingying?" Song Ping's voice was full of uneasiness.
"Song Ping, I don't want to die." Shui Ying suddenly said.
Song Ping was stunned.
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I misunderstood my father back then... Ahem, he forced me to let me live, to let me leave Shuihanmen and have no more contact with Hanziqi. Maybe, there was a prophecy in his wallet, pfft
,Ahem...after saying everything, saying, see you again, I still want to see him."
Shui Ying's eyes were a little distracted, but for some reason she persisted.
"No, no." Song Ping felt like he was being roasted on a fire. He wanted to take a look at Shui Ying's condition, but he didn't dare to be distracted.
The previous flute sound consumed too much of his mana, and now he didn't know if he could still block the Snake King's next blow, so he didn't dare to look at Shui Ying at all, fearing that at this moment, the Snake King would open his blood to them again.
Big mouth.
The sky gradually brightened, and dawn was coming soon. The forest behind them was still dark, and the rocks were also dark. It was as if they had sunk to the bottom of hell, and they didn't know if they would ever see the light of day again.
A sad smile appeared on Shuiying's face. If Song Ping's hand hadn't been around her waist, she would have fainted.
She is a monk, and monks are competitive and not afraid of death. She believes that if she dies, Song Ping will skin and remove the snake king.
But she has regrets in her heart. She doesn't want to die. If she dies, she won't leave even if she turns into a ghost.
Vaguely, Shui Ying thought of this.
There was a bitter taste on Song Ping's tongue. He held Shui Ying's waist. He didn't know her state, but he still said to himself: "No, Shui Qing... your father said he would see you again alive."
His words seemed to arouse Shui Ying's fighting spirit. Her distracted eyes tried hard to reunite, and she held the jade ice sword tightly, trying not to let it go.
When is the final blow?
The two young monks stood staggered, each staring at the rocks in the foggy mountains in the dark night, waiting hard for the next fatal move.
The next moment, the Snake King quickly jumped out and appeared behind Song Ping and in front of Shui Ying again.
The spirit beast was wise, it had already seen that Shui Ying was trying to hold on, and of course it would not miss this opportunity. Shui Ying tried her best to lift the sword, but she knew that she could not withstand the blow.
So, she faced Shekou with her intact right arm.
It was her left arm that was bitten before, but now she took the initiative to send her right arm into the snake's mouth again, just to help Song Ping block the blow.
Shuiying knew that she would be bitten to death, but this time, she was determined to keep the snake's head.
But suddenly, Song Ping's hands tightened and he hugged her waist tightly, pulling her directly into his arms, and then turned around suddenly as if there were eyes behind his back!
He knew about spiritual beasts and had already guessed that the Snake King would be like this, but he kept trying to pretend not to know and waited with all his patience.
Almost the moment Shui Ying moved, he knew it was time. Even at that time, Shui Ying had not tried to lift the sword, nor did she say a word to remind him. He directly gathered his strength to hug the person, turned around, and completed the movements in one go.
The flute sounds in his mouth were like the whispers of revenge from evil spirits in hell. The moment Song Ping turned around, he was facing the snake head who was mid-attack and was affected by the sound of his flute, slowing down a beat.
But it was still too late, he didn't have time to observe and choose the angle of drawing the sword, because even if he anticipated the enemy, even if he tried his best to damage the foundation and blew the piccolo again, blowing out the ghost sound that he couldn't use now, that turn was too much.
Time is wasted.
The movements of snakes are very fast, let alone the king of snakes?
So at the moment when he turned around, Song Ping swung his sword directly. He had no time to change the direction, no time to observe, no time to adjust. He just swung his sword from the lower right to the upper left, sweeping away violent sparks.