Chapter 1061: Chapter 668 Counter-Kill_3 Chapter 1061: Chapter 668 Counter-Kill_3 Despite that, the black-clad leader’s gaze was still one of horror.
This ti, he clearly saw that without the Formation Flags, without the Array Plate, and even without the Formation dia, Spiritual Ink spontaneously writhed on the ground. Following the structure of the Formation Pivot, it ford the Formation.
“No dias to form the formation?”
No…
The black-clad leader furrowed his brow in deep thought, suddenly realizing:
“It’s not about forming a formation without dia, but using the ground as the dia… to draw the Formation?”
He abruptly looked up, staring hard at Mo Hua, and said incredulously:
“Who on Earth are you?”
“What is your relationship with Earth Sect?”
Mo Hua was startled, then he furrowed his brow.
This man knows a lot…
Who exactly is he?
That he could deduce so causal connections in my movent technique and the Formation from just a few exchanges…
This trafficker cannot be left alive!
And the black-clad leader, likewise, could not let Mo Hua live.
He had been seen by Mo Hua.
Moreover, Mo Hua’s movent technique and the Formation indicated a significant origin and deep causality.
He must be killed early, then ask Mr. Tu to cover the causality to prevent future troubles.
At the sa ti, he felt a sharp pain on his forehead.
It was the Divine Lord’s eye, urging him.
Urging him to quickly kill this youngster.
Within this urging was even a hint of… fear.
It seed as if the Divine Eye, through the youngster’s Formation, sensed sothing indescribable.
“Kill!”
The black-clad leader’s gaze darkened, his Sword Moves beca swifter, his Demonic Qi fiercer, forcing Mo Hua to exert his full effort, utilizing the Water Passing Step to manage.
Under such pressing conditions, Mo Hua had no chance to set up a Formation.
Similarly, should Mo Hua be careless, even for a mont, a strike from Sword Qi or corrosion by Demonic Qi could instantly be fatal.
The black-clad leader’s attacks grew increasingly urgent.
Though Mo Hua could still dodge relying on his movent technique, it was evidently becoming more difficult.
Just then, the sinister eye on the forehead of the black-clad leader suddenly flared brightly, emitting a crimson glow that enveloped Mo Hua.
Although Mo Hua’s Divine Sense was unaffected by the sinister eye, the sudden engulfnt in the scarlet light inevitably caused a mont of hesitation, and his movents slowed slightly.
This slight delay was seized by the black-clad leader.
With a slash of his sword, the Demonic Qi transford into a rainbow, shooting straight for Mo Hua.
Mo Hua gritted his teeth, pushed his Divine Sense to its limits, and produced a faint afterimage atop his Water Passing Step, speeding up his movents just enough to narrowly dodge the attack of Demonic Qi.
Yet, he lost his balance, stumbled, and with a cry, fell to the ground.
The black-clad leader sneered and slashed another sword down.
This sword, fueled by a massive amount of Demonic Qi, was intended to kill Mo Hua in a single strike, aiming for a permanent solution.
To prevent any Spiritual Artifacts on Mo Hua from protecting him if the sword didn’t kill him outright, needing an additional stroke,
thus, he charged up this strike a bit longer.
Just as he powered up a little longer, when he brought the sword down, the black-clad leader’s pupils suddenly contracted.
He realized Mo Hua was gone!
In the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a faint blue shimr moving behind him.
Behind him, a gathering of flaming aura was solidifying.
The black-clad leader’s heart trembled.
He inexplicably thought of what Mo Hua had said earlier:
“Now let show you how powerful my Fire Technique is…”
teor Fire Forbidden Art?
Could it really be… that teor Fire Skill?
Damn…
The black-clad leader, feeling like facing a formidable enemy, terrifiedly concentrated his Demonic Qi into armor around his body. As he quickly turned his head, he saw a Fireball Technique blast onto his face.
This Fireball Technique was just an ordinary Fireball.
It wasn’t very powerful, it didn’t even break his Demonic Qi.
It was more like a kind of…
Humiliation.
The leader in black fell silent for a mont, his expression turning utterly ferocious.
“You little beast!”
“Are you fucking playing with ?!”
Even on the brink of death, he still didn’t know better and mocked him over and over!
The leader in black’s eyes were about to split, and Demonic Qi surged like a tide.
He crazily brandished his long sword, recklessly slashing towards Mo Hua.
In the valley, Sword Qi and Demonic Qi intertwined and surged.
Sword Qi carved out streaks, and Demonic Qi corroded patches of vegetation.
Mo Hua’s figure beca even more ragged.
But despite this, he found ti to throw one or two fireballs at the face of the leader in black.
The damage was minimal, but the insult was profound.
The murderous intent of the leader in black grew heavier, his sword moves beca more ferocious, and as he slashed, he spat out words filled with hatred, taunting coldly,
“Where’s your teor Fire Forbidden Art?”
“This is it?”
“Just these few fireballs?”
“Isn’t your Formation supposed to be powerful? Use it again!”
“You little beast, let see the power of your fla spells!”
…
It was unknown how long he had hurled insults when the Divine Sense of the leader in black beca tired and sowhat dazed. When he refocused,
Mo Hua used this gap, his figure flashed, as he swiftly disappeared like water light rapidly passing, vanishing from in front of the leader in black.
At the sa ti, the leader in black sensed Mo Hua’s presence behind him, along with that faint fla presence.
It was a familiar sensation…
But this ti, the leader in black just sneered with disdain.
He didn’t dodge.
He did not use Demonic Qi to form armor.
Nor did he use any other defensive asures.
Instead, he swung his sword backhand, condensing Demonic Qi, intending to face the fireball technique head-on and cut Mo Hua down.
But halfway through the swing, the leader in black suddenly shuddered, feeling a chill all over.
He sensed that the aura behind him was not right.
It was not a single fireball, but two fireballs condensing at once.
After the condensing of the fireballs, in an instant, a powerful Divine Sense oppression ca, followed by a tearing howl.
It seed sothing had collapsed and rged.
Following was an incredibly condensed, intensely hot wave of spiritual energy compressed to the point of inducing fear…
A clear yet chilling voice sounded in his ear:
“Let show you now, my fla spells…”
The leader in black’s pupils trembled.
“What is this?!”
In a critical mont, he tried to turn around and activate his Demonic Qi to protect himself, but it was too late.
Behind the leader in black, Mo Hua rubbed his two little hands together.
A small, purple “teorite” ford containing powerful spiritual energy.
Then he swiftly pressed this “teorite” against the back of the leader in black.
The imnse spiritual energy was released in an instant.
Spiritual power distorted, and rampant flas ravaged.
The leader in black felt as if his chest had been stuffed with nearly a hundred Explosive Fire Runes exploding simultaneously, the terrifying flas annihilating his flesh, Spiritual Power, and Demonic Qi all at once.
Then a blinding fire burst through his chest.
The expression of the leader in black was one of disbelief.
“How could it really be… a Forbidden Art?”
He looked down at the large hole burnt and erased through his chest, his pupils lingering in shock, then gradually losing focus.
His body also slowly knelt to the ground, lifeless.
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