I obviously just want to be a dragon

Chapter 244 You Are Unlucky

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I don't know how long it has passed, and the roaring and exploding mountains and fields gradually subsided.

The battlefield has turned into scorched earth.

Between the mountains and fields, there are flames burning everywhere, and there are also scorched marks, as if they were ravaged by artillery fire.

"Ha ha."

The sound of violent panting slightly echoed in the air, coming from the mouths of the two people who were facing each other.

Su Ming and Mo Leng knelt on one knee while leaning on a knife, and the other barely stood up with scars all over their body, but both were panting violently, and it was obvious from a glance that they were exhausted.

The battle has already passed for almost 10 minutes.

After 10 minutes of fierce fighting, both sides of the battle seemed to be exhausted, and the fuel was exhausted.

The lines on Su Ming's forehead had disappeared.

His spiritual power already needs to be supplied to Xiao Haier, and it will be used to activate Jianwen and use spiritual skills to fight, which will naturally consume more power. If he does not cancel the use, he may not have enough spiritual power to support Xiao Hai. It has evolved.

Therefore, as early as 3 minutes ago, Su Ming had to cancel the use of Jianwen, which greatly reduced the power of the spiritual technique.

On the other hand, Mo Leng was also in bad condition.

The use of Jianwen will consume a lot of spiritual power, the longer it is used, the greater the consumption, and the same is true for the demonization who is on the same level as Jianwen.

If it weren't for Mo Leng himself being a five-star hunter, with more magic power than the average four-star hunter, he might not be able to maintain his demonic transformation at this point.

Of course, at first glance, Mo Leng seems to be in better condition than Su Ming, at least he can still use his awakening ability, but in fact, Mo Leng is the one in worse condition.

No way, during the fierce battle, Su Ming seemed to have been confronting Mo Leng head-on, and continued to fight with him even though he was being violently crushed by Mo Leng. All kinds of spiritual techniques were cast on Mo Leng's body, and Mo Leng was covered in cuts and bruises from the bombardment.

I have to say that this kind of tactic is terrible, because you don't know when the opponent is fighting with you, and they will release spirituality.

In the situation of hand-to-hand combat, a sudden burst of spiritual spells hits him, no matter how fast a hunter is, he can't avoid it.

Even an existence like Master Ya couldn't escape Su Ming's sudden spiritual attack, let alone Mo Leng?

If it weren't for Su Ming's spiritual power to maintain Jian Wen and Xiao Hai'er's evolution, Mo Leng might not have been bombarded by various spiritual techniques, but Su Ming had directly used advanced spiritual techniques to cover his face.

That's the real horror.

Even so, Mo Leng, who was not attacked by Su Ming with advanced spirituality techniques, still suffered serious injuries.

This made Mo Leng startled and angry.

"Why? Why can he use so many different spiritual techniques?"

To be honest, the feast of spiritual arts displayed by Su Ming really frightened Mo Leng.

It's not that Mo Leng has never seen a high-level warlock, let alone a more powerful spiritual technique than these, but he has never seen a warlock who can use so many different sequences of spiritual skills like this.

There are many types of spiritual arts, including attack, defense, auxiliary, sealing, and even finer branches such as single-target attack and range attack. A hundred kinds of spiritual arts are combined into a seemingly limited , which is actually a very large system.

And a warlock, according to the different directions he is good at, the level of talent potential, and the amount of energy, etc., generally can only practice one or two types of spiritual skills, and each type of spiritual skills will not exceed ten kinds.

In view of this, even a high-level warlock would know at most a dozen kinds of spiritual arts, at most twenty kinds.

The president of the Warlock Guild known as the strongest warlock in Longyao City, the only six-star warlock in Longyao City, relying on the rich collection of the Warlock Guild, his own talent and years of painstaking training, he also only He has learned 48 spiritual arts, which is less than half of the total.

Even so, the president of the Warlock Guild is also regarded as the master of spiritual arts who has the most mastery of spiritual arts in Longyao City. He has specialized in spiritual arts for more than [-] years before he has achieved his current achievements.

But what about Su Ming?

As for the spiritual arts that Mo Leng himself ate, there are no fewer than thirty kinds.

How old is he?

How old is he?

Why can he use so many spiritual techniques?

What's even more frightening is that this person is a dual-professional. His ability as a warlock is so terrifying, and his ability as a hunter is not inferior at all.

Not to mention anything else, just say that the terrifying power that can wipe out all the senior professionals of the Mo family is enough to overwhelm all excellent hunters.

In addition, this person seems to be a four-star professional. He has not yet reached his own star level, but he has been able to push himself to this point. Mo Leng really does not want to believe that there are such monsters in this world.

If such a monster is discovered by Mo Leng in normal times, then he can only take two measures.

Either never offend the other party, or even do everything possible to win over.

Or it is to risk everything and kill the other party by any means.

But now, the former is no longer possible, only the latter measures can be taken.

At least, Mo Leng can't sit back and watch such an existence become the enemy of the Mohist no matter what.

The murderous intent in Mo Leng's heart boiled endlessly, wishing he could tear Su Ming to pieces on the spot.

Unfortunately, it seems that I can't do this easily.

This made Mo Leng almost crazy.

"It's only one step away. Why did such a monster that I didn't know before appear to stop me!?"

Just one step away, the blood of the nightmare species will be in the bag.

Just one step away, the long-cherished wish of the Mo family can be fulfilled and the glory of the past can be regained.

Just one step away. Just one step away!

"Is even fate going to stop us!?"

Mo Leng felt aggrieved and furious at the same time.

"No! I will never admit it!"

So far, it is impossible to give up no matter what.

There is no turning back, and it is absolutely impossible to regret.

"Even if you sacrifice everything, you must fulfill the long-cherished wish of the Mo family!"

Roaring in his heart like this, Mo Leng took out a bottle of potion.

There is no doubt that it is an alchemy potion.

In this last moment when the oil was almost exhausted, Mo Leng finally stopped being reserved, and was about to take drugs and explode.

"Don't think about it!"

Seeing this scene, Su Ming naturally couldn't just watch his opponent taking drugs.

As a man who used to rely on drugs to defeat powerful enemies, he knew very well how effective a bottle of alchemy potion could be at the critical moment of the battle.

So, almost without thinking, Su Ming stopped him.

"【One Style · Flying Arrow】."

At that moment, Su Ming used the lowest sequence of spirituality techniques that could be cast instantly, which hardly required any time to prepare, causing invisible shock waves to shoot out like bullets, blasting towards Mo Leng's hand.

"Oh!"

The invisible shock wave hit Mo Leng's palm very smoothly, knocking away the alchemy potion in his hand.

"what?"

Mo Leng was startled, seeing the alchemy potion dropped, he immediately prepared to fly over to catch it.

At this time, a sound of breaking through the air came.

Mo Leng's heart tightened, he suddenly stopped and turned around.

The purpose of entry was a long alchemy knife that shot like lightning, making the tip of the knife magnify continuously in Mo Leng's pupils.

At the critical moment, Su Ming, just like Mo Leng before, directly used the alchemy weapon as a throwing tool, and the Huo Liao as a hidden weapon, and shot at Mo Leng viciously.

The chill ran over his body, making Mo Leng decisively turn the broadsword in his hand, and slash at the incoming alchemy long knife.

"Chong--!"

Among the bursting sparks, the alchemy long knife exuding a scorching aura was bounced away by Mo Leng's sword.

But behind the alchemy long knife, a series of fire arrows suddenly struck.

"【Thirty Forms · Scorching Sparrow】."

Su Ming used the last spiritual technique, and let the fire arrows hit Mo Leng's body one by one with fire waves and high temperature like flying birds in song.

"Boom bang bang bang bang!"

Waves of small explosions immediately appeared all over Mo Leng's body.

"Uh ah ah ah!"

Mo Leng was so bombarded that he wailed again and again, as if struck by lightning, he staggered back and forth, with blood splattering all over his body, it was extremely miserable.

The continuous bombardment of this type of spirituality technique finally became the last straw that overwhelmed Mo Leng, causing Mo Leng's knees to soften, and he fell to his knees on the spot.

The severe pain hit his mind, causing his mind to go blank for a moment.

It was this instant of blankness that completely determined the outcome of this battle.

"Pfft!"

Mo Leng only felt a blur in front of his eyes, a pain in his chest, and a long alchemy knife pierced through his body, coming out from behind him.

Blood, spilled on the ground.

"what.?"

Mo Leng stopped all his movements and stared blankly in front of him.

There, a figure appeared at some unknown time.

The dark skin is covered with lines of flickering blue light.

The red pupils had an icy luster.

The demon with wings on his back held a long alchemy knife and pierced Mo Leng's chest.

Who else could it be besides Su Ming?

At this moment, Su Ming finally resorted to demonization.

"I didn't want to use this at first, because something seems wrong with my current state."

Su Ming's voice reached Mo Leng's ears.

His demonization is very powerful and terrifying, even an existence like Lord Ya is terrified. If he uses it, Mo Leng, who has entered the demonization state, may not be his opponent.

But in this battle, Su Ming originally didn't intend to use demonization.

It's not because the demonization consumes too much magic power, but because Su Ming's demonization allows the whole body to obtain the power of the right hand, so that the power characteristics of the right hand can spread all over the body.

This was an abnormal reaction in the Devil Emperor Sword, and now that he didn't even want to use the power of his right hand, Su Ming naturally hid it to avoid causing inexplicable symptoms again.

But this time, Su Ming had to use it.

"You are more difficult than I imagined. Should it be said that you are only one step away from the six-star existence?"

Facing such an existence, without using the demonization, without using the right hand, even most of the spiritual power cannot be used, and it has to be provided to Xiao Haier. This can only be said to be Su Ming's fantasy.

Seeing that Mo Leng was even planning to take drugs, Su Ming, who had been unable to win this victory for a long time, finally made up his mind and used Demonization.

"Congratulations, you have successfully forced out my full strength."

Saying this, Su Ming pulled out the long alchemy knife that pierced into Mo Leng's body.

"bang"

Mo Leng fell to the ground on the spot, and blood gradually spread under his body, turning into a pool of blood, which looked extremely shocking.

That was undoubtedly fatal.

As a result, Mo Leng's demonization began to fade, and the appearance of the one-horned ghost gradually disappeared, returning to its original appearance.

"you you."

Mo Leng stared at Su Ming, vomiting blood while stretching out his hand in Su Ming's direction, as if trying to grab him.

However, the gradually disappearing strength and life made him unable to do even this little thing.

Su Ming also took a step back, and the demonization all over his body quickly faded away, and he also returned to his original appearance.

"woo"

At the same time, the right hand suddenly became scorching hot again, so hot that Su Ming couldn't help stretching out his left hand and grabbed it.

Facts have proved that Su Ming is not unfounded.

Once the demonization is used, the whole body will obtain the characteristics and power of the right hand, and the Demon Emperor Sword residing in the right hand will also produce a resonance reaction, which is the same as when using the [Silver Arm], releasing violent power fluctuations.

Although the fluctuation of this power is very subtle and not very strong, the hot right hand is telling Su Ming that that power is indeed having some unknown influence on him.

"It seems that when we go back, we have to find a way to find out what's going on in this situation."

Su Ming frowned, ignored his burning right hand, and looked at Mo Leng.

The consciousness of the Mohist patriarch also seemed to have become blurred.

He no longer paid attention to Su Ming, but stretched out his hand in another direction.

In that direction, the soaring blood energy is still raging, telling others that Xiao Haier's evolution is not over yet.

Mo Leng stretched out his hand in that direction, as if trying to grasp some hope.

That persistent appearance made Su Ming feel pity.

He didn't know what kind of determination Mo Leng had to restore his family.

He didn't even know how much Mo Leng had paid for this purpose.

He only knows one thing.

"You are unlucky."

Su Ming said so.

"What you want at all costs, happens to be mine."

If there is anything wrong with Mo Leng, it is only this point.

If it weren't for this, he might have achieved his goal long ago.

Su Ming had only one thing to say.

"Remember to tell your family members in your next life, don't just teach you to restore some family, but also teach you the basic upbringing not to grab other people's things casually."

Leaving such words behind, Su Ming put away the Huo Liao, turned and left.

As if he didn't hear Su Ming's words, Mo Liang kept stretching out his hand in the bloody direction.

In the end, that hand hung down slowly and fell into a pool of dark red blood, unable to move anymore.

(End of this chapter)