CXnovel Chapter 230 You're Too Convinced Too Soon
Chapter 230 You're Too Convinced Too Soon
"Even if they didn't die by my hand, they wouldn't survive a day in these ruins."
You still expect him to come and save you?
Jin Qiaoqiao did not respond.
But her attack rhythm was clearly disrupted.
Mo Chengyue could see clearly from behind the stone statue—the young master of the Great Peng's words were indeed having an effect.
Every word she uttered hit Jin Qiaoqiao's weak spot perfectly.
Sowing discord, mocking identities, and creating psychological pressure.
This person is not stupid.
Mo Chengyue silently kept this in mind.
The young master of the Great Peng's judgment of the battlefield situation, his understanding of the opponent's psychology, and his clear awareness of his own condition all demonstrate that he is a mentally sharp opponent.
The most dangerous thing about this kind of person is that they will make the most rational choice at the most appropriate time.
For example—running.
Therefore, the rune array blocking his escape route must be in place before he turns around.
Not a moment can be too late.
The pace of the battlefield suddenly changed.
Young Master Dapeng stopped in his tracks.
He stood amidst the shattered remains of the stone statue, tilting his head to look at Jin Qiaoqiao, the corners of his mouth slowly curving upwards.
It was an expression that said, "I've made a decision."
Mo Chengyue's heart skipped a beat.
he came.
The golden-black spiritual energy around the young master Dapeng began to contract rapidly—not disperse, but contract, with all the power converging on the bone knife in his right hand.
Even his blackened right arm was trembling slightly, with dark red lines spreading from his arm to the back of his hand, as if he was forcibly squeezing out his last bit of strength.
This is about putting all your cards on the line in one go.
They hit and ran.
Mo Chengyue's breathing became extremely light and slow.
His left hand had already reached into his storage bag, his fingertips touching the cool surfaces of the high-level talismans.
He placed his right hand on his dantian, sensing the dormant thunder deep within the core of his golden core—the extraterrestrial divine thunder.
It is.
Quietly waiting to be awakened.
Mo Chengyue did not turn around, but whispered two words to those behind him.
"Get ready."
Yu Jianhuan's rose-purple spiritual power was circulating within her body along the meridian route of the "moon" position of the Sun, Moon and Man Three Swords Formation.
Su Qingying's Azure Spirit Sword was drawn silently, and the emerald green sword energy flowed thinly on the blade like a cicada's wing.
The three people crouched behind the broken stone statue, like three bowstrings stretched to their limit.
Three hundred feet ahead.
The young master of the Great Roc wielded all his remaining power in his bone blade.
The golden-black light was so dazzling that it resembled a collapsing star.
Jin Qiaoqiao also sensed the weight of this blow.
Her two remaining peacock feathers bloomed simultaneously, gathering their last seven-colored radiance to form a shield of light in front of her.
The trump cards of the two great demons in their transformation stage are about to clash.
Mo Chengyue's eyes, hidden behind his mask, were fixed on the feet of the young master Dapeng.
Don't look at the hands, the knife, or the spiritual power.
Look at the feet.
The direction his feet were pointing determined the direction he would turn and run after delivering that strike.
Young Master Dapeng took a slight step back with his left foot.
Toes pointing northeast.
Mo Chengyue saw it.
Escape route – Northeast China.
His fingers silently adjusted the order of the talismans in his storage bag.
Everything is ready.
Just one more sound—
"move."
Young Master Dapeng has not yet drawn his sword.
Jin Qiaoqiao is also gathering her strength.
The two faced each other sixty feet apart, and the oppressive spiritual energy in the air caused the surface of the remaining stone statues around them to begin to crack.
Mo Chengyue withdrew his right hand from his dantian and calmly took out the talismans one by one from his storage bag, holding them between the five fingers of his left hand.
Six.
He only had six high-level barrier talismans left.
In addition, there were two binding talismans seized from the Yunlan Sect.
There are eight in total.
enough.
He mentally rehearsed the entire process—
Young Master Dapeng unleashed a slash, clashing with Jin Qiaoqiao.
Jin Qiaoqiao couldn't withstand the blow and was sent flying.
The young master of the Great Roc turned around, his toes pointing northeast, preparing to flee.
The moment the young master of the Great Roc turned around, he threw out eight talismans, sealing off a radius of one hundred feet in the northeast direction.
The three then formed a battle formation.
The Sun, Moon, and Man Three Swords Formation unleashed its full power, trapping the Young Master Dapeng within the formation.
Extraterrestrial Divine Thunder – The End.
The core of the entire plan lies in that one or two-breath window.
After exchanging blows, the young master of the Great Roc was exhausted, turned around, and started moving again.
The rune array had to land just before he could accelerate to a point where the three of them couldn't catch up.
Once you miss it, there will never be a second chance.
Mo Chengyue took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
He glanced at Yu Jianhuan.
In Yu Jianhuan's phoenix eyes, there was half murderous intent and half trust.
She didn't speak, but nodded slightly.
He glanced at Su Qingying again.
Su Qingying's hand holding the Jade Spirit Sword remained motionless, and the emerald green sword energy flowed smoothly across the blade as if it were a mirror.
She nodded slightly.
Mo Chengyue turned back and refocused his gaze on the battlefield three hundred feet away.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly beneath the mask, silently uttering a single sentence.
Only he himself can hear it.
"My senior sister's revenge."
"That's all settled for today."
Ahead, the golden-black light on the Great Roc Young Master's bone blade reached its peak.
He didn't utter any more sarcastic remarks, but instead took a step forward decisively.
The blade cleaved down from the upper right.
This strike engulfed all his remaining demonic power, leaving bloodstains even embedded in the hilt of his blackened right arm.
Dark red lines spread from the back of the hand to the elbow.
The bones protrude beneath the skin, as if trying to break free from the body.
Jin Qiaoqiao did not back down.
Her two remaining peacock feathers rose up simultaneously, compressing all the seven-colored light into a solid light shield less than three feet wide. She crouched down and raised her palms.
The moment the golden-black blade energy struck the seven-colored light shield, the explosive shockwave shattered all the remaining stone statues within a hundred feet radius.
Scorching hot gravel flew everywhere, and smoke and dust enveloped the entire battlefield.
The seven-colored light shield held for two breaths before spiderweb-like cracks appeared visibly—and then it shattered.
Jin Qiaoqiao was struck head-on by the residual force of the blade's energy, and her entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
Its back slammed into a pile of stone statue ruins, its seven-colored feathers completely dimmed, and it spat out a mouthful of blood.
Three hundred feet away, Mo Chengyue's eyes behind his mask did not look at Jin Qiaoqiao, but were fixed on the feet of the young master of the Great Peng.
After the young master Dapeng finished his slash, his body visibly swayed.
His right arm, from the elbow down, had completely lost its color, hanging limply at his side, the bone knife slipping from his hand and crashing to the ground.
The golden-black spiritual energy leaked wildly from his body like a burst water bag, and the discontinuity of the demon core's circulation was visible to the naked eye.
A flash of inspiration, then a flash, then a flash.
He didn't look at the pile of stones that Jin Qiaoqiao had been thrown into.
Instead, he slowly turned his head and raised the corners of his mouth in that direction.
"Princess Peacock, if your father knew that his daughter was going to die for a human mount boy, he would turn in his grave."
His voice had lost its previous sharpness, carrying a relaxed air of having the situation settled.
"I'm in a good mood today, so I won't add insult to injury."
"Just lie here and wait to die."
"Once my remains are discovered, I will personally inform the nobles of my passing."
"And incidentally, we'll also recruit the remaining remnants of your Peacock clan."
There was no response from the pile of stones.
Jin Qiaoqiao's breath was so faint that it almost disappeared.