High Above

  Chapter 391 Psionic Rocket Flying Fist (14)

  In the dark valley, the two opposing sides are surrounded by ice crystals and heavy rain, while the other is backed by the flickering glow.

  Ian raised his sword, and hazy white mist overflowed from the cracks in the alchemist's armor, but it was not the cold air that ordinary people imagined, but high-heat steam.

But on the contrary, the structure formed by the condensed ice on his back is constantly rising, and finally turns into a shape like a flying wing skeleton, and the real cold mixed with the source quality spews out from it, causing the surrounding raindrops to condense, Turned into bright ice crystals illuminated by thunder.

   It seemed like eternity for a moment, until Ian slashed forward with his sword, breaking the frozen silence.

  At this moment, all the originally stagnant ice crystals began to rotate, and they turned into a long ice chain in mid-air, galloping away in the direction of the boy's sword, noisy and violent, like a miniature hailstorm.

  Facing such a massive attack, Baron Ryan's pupils were slightly opened, and his pupils actually showed a strange polygonal star shape, and the deep light could see through everything.

  Boom! He stepped hard, splashing a large amount of water mist.

   Baron Ryan stepped forward suddenly, and he rushed straight into the middle of the hailstorm set off by Ian!

And the moment he rushed into the hail and rain, a transparent water blade that looked like nothing suddenly cut through the white mist and cold air around him, and with the force enough to cut through iron and stone, it landed on a track that Baron Ryan might have dodged. Make mud splash.

  The man was unaware of this, and continued to run at a faster speed. His eyes were locked on Ian, who was raising his sword again, and he drew his weapon.

  A three-finger-thick, 1.2-meter-long prismatic armor-piercing cone!

Bang bang bang, while running, Baron Ryan's body swelled and hardened, a layer of carapace resembling blue rocks in the mountains emerged on key parts of his body, and the right arm holding the long awl was covered by an indestructible layer of blue rocks covered by armor.

  He charged like a chariot, charging towards Ian fiercely.

   Then, lift the awl with all your strength and stab it out!

  Boom! This thorn even made a shrill sonic boom at the tip—the bloodline 'Iwaki White Deer' monster prototype is extremely good at using its only sharp horn and well-developed muscles to launch an impact that shocks the forest, facing the charge of this forest lord Not to mention the sharp-clawed tiger, even the sub-dragon can only flee in embarrassment!

  With the power of this thorn, the armored alloy armor will be completely penetrated!

  Compared to the brute force that the baron is showing at this moment, Ian, who is still only a fourteen-year-old boy, looks like a cat in front of a giant tiger even though he is also at the second energy level.

  But the cat also has the benefits of a cat. Steam gushes from his body, and he deftly dodges diagonally backward.

But it was just dodging—the young man did not escape, but seized the best counterattack distance. At the moment when the long cone was exhausted, the long sword flashed coldly in his hand, and even stabbed Baron Ryan from the sideways. Armpit waist side.

  But the baron's reaction was not slow at all. On one side of his body, the long awl in his hand, which had been exhausted, was retracted with the strength of his waist, and he lifted it up, firmly blocking Ian's stabbing sword.

  clang! clang! clang!

  Both sides were already close, and the instant the fierce close-to-hand combat started, there were three completely different collision hums.

  As a pure 'fairy' bloodline, also at the second energy level, Ian's power is 'inferior' to Baron Ryan, not to mention that the other party is an adult sublimator who has practiced for a long time?

   But even so, in the actual collision of weapons, he never suffered the slightest loss.

Indeed, the armor-piercing long cone in the hands of Baron Ryan has turned decay into magic. The martial arts imitated from the rock and wood white deer's thrust and charge are used one by one by him, turning into phantoms that ordinary people cannot see. Each phantom is different from different angles and methods. offensive.

Slashing, sweeping, vibrating, straight poking, and collapsing, the monster's instinctive attack methods are absolutely incomparable to his skills. The trajectory of the long awl in his hand is simply like the raging waves of the forest sea coming from all directions. A fatal move.

  However, Ian's sword skills are unbelievably exquisite and meticulous. Every time the cold light long sword is tapped, it can very accurately intercept Baron Ryan's power point, which frustrates the opponent's offensive and makes it difficult to continue to use it.

   And he will immediately take this opportunity to attack.

  Whether stabbing straight, or slashing, or even a backlash that doesn't look like a sword at all, he can always make the cold blade close to the baron's neck, wrist, waist and abdomen, and other vital points, forcing the opponent to retreat and defend.

   "On the surface, the momentum is huge, calling for hail storms, but in fact the sword skills are so meticulous and vicious, that they are almost becoming a class of their own!"

   Leaping back and widening the distance, the man couldn't help admiring.

  Such a young second energy level, so excellent, approaching the sword skills of the grand knight level, the opponent is a real genius, no wonder he dares to act alone, looking for his own trace.

   This young knight does have strength!

   But after all, he is still too young. Skills are only useful when the strength is the same. His admiration sounded like a church bell.

On Baron Ryan's chest, shock waves visible to the naked eye began to spread, swept across his whole body, and finally converged on his right hand—at this moment, his knees were bent, and his right hand held the long armor-piercing cone tightly, placed on his waist, and his whole body was like a spring Shrinking, almost full of flaws.

  But Ian stared blankly when he saw this. Not only did he not take advantage of the situation to approach, but he stepped forward without hesitation, and quickly retreated towards the rear!

   The attack has come.

   Baron Ryan concentrated the shock waves all over his body on the armor-piercing long cone in his hand, and then his feet shook violently. Suddenly, the ground within ten meters around him shook violently, and a layer of misty water mist appeared!

  Iwaki White Deer is a powerful monster that can grow to the third energy level, and even has the fourth energy level, which is related to the advanced level of the "Ritual Master" of the mountain people.

It has a rocky horn and aggressive habits that are different from ordinary deer monsters. The golden rock horn that is constantly being polished and hardened, combined with a swift and violent explosive force, is enough to pierce all armor, and when it reaches the second energy After leveling up, the shock wave bag lurking in its body can even make this ten-meter-long behemoth emit a vibrating cry, driving away the surrounding carnivores.

   But how can Warcraft compare with human wisdom? The shock bag, which was originally only used to emit a shocking roar, was converted into a sublimation organ that can create a huge mechanical wave, turning it from a deterrent howl to an all-conquering destructive force!

  Boom! The waist and legs worked together, directly turning the man into a human shell, and pounced towards Ian. Coupled with the long armor-piercing cone at the tip that was still vibrating violently, the baron at this time was simply a spear that could pierce through The city wall, the dragon-striking spear that pierces through the dragon scales!

  Just the violent air pressure brought out by his charge this time is enough to blow ordinary people away. Baron Ryan has already seen through Ian's trajectory, and this blow can completely penetrate him!

  However, he somewhat underestimated Ian's ability to control the goblin bloodline.

   Hum! The cold air spread, and the rainwater on the ground had condensed for some time, and a layer of smooth frost had spread towards the ground in all directions when the two were fighting close to each other.

This is not really ice that condenses because of the cold, but the result of the source quality manipulating natural phenomena and material changes. With the phenomenon of ice condensation, a large amount of high-temperature steam is also surrounding Ian. All water system sublimators must master it proficiently. The control methods of evaporation, condensation and fluid were only difficult to truly control with the nature of the Wavesinger.

   But now, he already has Weiming Jade as a further source organ, and the crystal at the front of the boy's chest is quietly glowing.

Seeing that Baron Ryan and his long awl were about to collide with the young man, piercing his chest, Ian suddenly changed his pace, and his whole body slid sideways as if without the slightest inertia, almost like a layer of ice walking with him.

The long armor-piercing cone had indeed hit the armor plate of the alchemist's armor, but after smashing the layer of solid ice on its surface, Ian's figure followed Baron Ryan's strength and moved towards the distant ice layer. Glide fast!

  —It’s stilling power! And it's a very high level!

More than that.

   When Ian retreated rapidly, he crushed a bottle of alchemy potion and spilled it on the ground. The potion turned into a dozen streams of cold air lingering in place, and then clinging to his body along with the cyclone generated by Baron Ryan's charge.

  Crack, click, crystal clear translucent ice began to condense on the joints of the baron's hands and feet, stretched, and became thicker and thicker. The man looked at his body in astonishment, and his figure immediately slowed down.

   "Good method - Frost Trap Potion, I originally thought that this thing is only useful if it hits people!"

  Speaking, urging the shock wave bag in the body to stimulate fluctuations, shaking away the ice crystals that are still condensing on the body.

   Baron Ryan raised his head, and the polygonal star-shaped blue pupil "Sen's Eye" locked on Ian who had been submerged in the darkness: "But do you really think that I chose this place to hold the ceremony on a whim?"

   "Huh?" Ian couldn't help frowning when he heard the words. Baron Ryan's words made him cautious, but he didn't find any ambushes around him for a while.

   There are no traps, mines and explosives?

   Not to mention the man in black ambush...he's been on guard for this all along.

  But soon, he knew with the goblin's endless perception that the real mutation came from the ground!

   Hurrah! Driven by the source quality one after another, abnormally proliferating vines or roots suddenly protruded from the ground, winding towards the boy's legs and waist and abdomen.

   This is the Nanling carnivorous plant 'hunting vine' that is strong enough to strangle wild boars and wild deer.

  But Ian broke out in cold air, freezing these moist and succulent plants, and then jumped up quickly, leaving the area where more than a dozen vine roots were dancing indiscriminately.

  —Baron Ryan deliberately used words to interfere with his concentration, otherwise, with the perception of the goblin, he would have noticed something was wrong when the vines started to squirm!

But before Ian could catch his breath, he discovered that both the words just now and the vines were all Baron Ryan's bait, and his real ultimate move was not at all these hunting vines that could not even be touched by the boy's shoes !

  Boom!

  A pitch-black shadow cut through the dark rain curtain, and charged towards the boy with an extremely sharp armor-piercing cone!

   "What the hell?!"

  Even the highly educated Ian couldn't help being shocked. He stared in astonishment at the weird thing flying towards him. It looked like a hand... no, it was just a hand!

   That was Baron Ryan's psionic left arm that was condensed for him by his children using rainwater and mud!

   It was this hand, holding the armor-piercing cone tightly, charging towards him with lightning speed!

  The teenager exclaimed: "Rocket Fist?!"

  The correct answer is Psionic Flying Fist!

  (end of this chapter)