Chapter 658 I Read Poetry
The fist swept through, starting a life-and-death battle, and the fight between the dragon and the saint began.
Bang!
The clash of fists is a wrestling match between equals.
"If this is all you have, then you won't be able to try anything else."
The first to speak out was Elrod. The God of Blood Sacrifice was never a good-tempered guy, although he preferred to put things he didn't like on the altar and have his believers sacrifice them with all kinds of torture.
But Elrod also knew that this method could not be used on Mo Cheng for the time being.
Before he was able to tie Mo Cheng to the altar, he didn't mind using harsh words to provoke his opponent's mentality.
As the god of faith of the barbarians, Elrod's fighting ability is definitely not bad. He took Mo Cheng's punch that was powerful enough to split mountains and rocks. Elrod turned his whole body around with his right fist as the center, and used his left elbow to use the force of the rotation to hit Mo Cheng's jaw from bottom to top.
Mo Cheng swung his left fist to block Elrod's fierce elbow, and at the same time, he kicked towards Elrod's crotch silently without making any sound.
If this kick succeeds, then Elrod, whose body is obviously a male saint, will have to consider changing his gender.
But this kick also did not achieve the expected effect. To be able to become the god of faith of the barbarians who believe in strength, Elrod himself has outstanding fighting skills.
He suddenly bent his knees together and clamped them together, blocking the vicious blow before Mo Cheng's toes touched something they shouldn't have.
"Giant dragon." Elrod's expression was very ugly. As long as he was still a male, no one would look good when he was almost losing his male status. "You don't have even a trace of the pride of the ancient overlord."
"The last person who wanted to talk to me about Dragon Pride, I pulled him off because he didn't have the wisdom."
Taisai has said more than once that the reason why he could get along so well with Mo Cheng, the little dragon cub, was probably because they both had no bottom line.
One is the Life Dragon King, an alchemist maniac who has a considerable reputation even among the gods and is even a Class A war criminal.
As for the other, when Taisai saw with his own eyes that Mo Cheng almost pulled off Maxer's [Wisdom], he knew that this little dragon cub was in some sense a match made in heaven.
As he spoke, Mo Cheng's thigh muscles contracted and relaxed violently. Under the premise that he was clamped with almost no room to exert force, he suddenly launched a second attack. The force of the explosion shook off the knee that was clamped on his foot, and kicked towards the original target again.
"I don't have the pride of a dragon, but I do have a little bit of the spirit of the Dragon Tiger Gate."
Elrod stared at the toes that were getting closer and closer with his eyes wide open. He desperately controlled his knees and smashed them towards the middle with faster speed and greater force.
Gla!
Before Mo Cheng kicked him, Elrod once again clamped down on the vicious attack, but it was not without cost for both sides.
Elrod's knee was shattered due to the severe impact, and Mo Cheng's foot was twisted at an angle that ordinary people could not reach.
In the first round of the fight, both of Elrod's kneecaps were broken and Mo Cheng's leg was lame. Neither side gained any advantage.
Using the impact of the fight, Mo Cheng retreated backwards. As he retreated, a deep sea aura swept through his body, and at this moment, his crippled leg instantly recovered.
At the same time, a flash of blood appeared on Elrod's body, and he appeared in front of him without a trace of injury.
"Your race will be ashamed of you, Dragon."
It seemed that he wanted to use the so-called racial pride to attack Mo Cheng, but it was obvious that Elrod made a wrong decision, because Mo Cheng himself did not have any so-called dragon pride at all.
"Don't talk to me about the pride of a dragon. I read poetry books."
What I read is [Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers of different species?].
What I heard was [The blue sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established].
What he was reciting was [Song of Death Without Wandering in Liaodong].
It says "Seven Killings Monument".
…
Read poetry?
What is that?
Before Elrod could understand what Mo Cheng said, Mo Cheng's figure suddenly disappeared at that moment.
Where?
Elrod immediately prepared for battle, but in his perception, Mo Cheng seemed to have disappeared.
Above, no.
In front, no.
Behind, no.
Underfoot, no.
Mo Cheng seemed to have disappeared, but Elrod felt a strong sense of crisis. At this moment...
"Are you looking for me?"
Mo Cheng appeared, he appeared on the left and right sides of Elrod, one holding a knife and the other holding a sword.
Clone?
Before Elrod could figure out which one was the real one, the sword and knife that hit the body had already told him an absolutely bad answer: both of them were real.
The moment the [Blade of the Abyss] hit Elrod, it triggered the active skill [Strong Strike], causing Elrod to fall into dizziness.
What followed was the [Soul Tearing] of [Blood Thorn], which made Elrod, who was already suffering from the pain of the splitting of his godhead, taste the pain of soul tearing again.
The attack from the sword and the knife caused Elrod to fall into a barely noticeable stiffness, but it was this moment of stiffness that gave Mo Cheng the opportunity.
Mo Cheng , holding the Abyss Blade , swung left and right, and it was like a thousand swords were intertwined. The number and momentum were endless. After one sword, there was another, and after ten swords, there were ten more. The sword force penetrated into Elrod's body like mercury pouring, making the Blood Sacrifice Saint endure the pain of being cut into pieces.
Thousands of cuts are endless!
Another Mo Cheng held the Blood Thorn in his hand, and countless sword energies gushed out of the sword body, circling around and releasing like a whirlwind, breaking the seal and splitting the rocks. It seemed that the thousands of sword energies could sense all of Elrod's flaws, and swarmed out preemptively, wrapping around Elrod's body and cutting off the flesh on his body one by one.
Ten thousand swords return to their origin!
The sword and knife attacks continuously dispersed the power that Elrod had gathered, leaving no chance for the other party to resist. Between the sword lights and knife shadows, the power of time was occasionally mixed in, leaving countless wounds on Elrod's body.
It can no longer be said that a wound was left on the body, but rather that a person actually grew between the wounds .
“Get lost!!!”
With a roar filled with anger, a materialized blood-red light burst out from Elrod's body, which not only injured the two Mo Chengs and knocked them away, but also dispelled the [Soul Tear] that was originally inflicted on Elrod and was about to calculate the damage.
Elrod's outburst just now was entirely a resistance using the limited divine power in the saint's body.
The two Mo Chengs who were knocked flying merged into one while flying backwards, and inserted their swords into the ground to stop their own retreating trend. Mo Cheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Tsk, the Divine Power Explosion has the same effect as the Black Emperor Staff. This is troublesome."
Elrod's eyes were red, and his fury was beyond words. "Giant dragon, you will bear all the punishments in the world on the altar of my kingdom of God, and wail for ten thousand years!"
Faced with the threat, Mo Cheng remained unmoved, and pointed his sword at Elrod:
"Don't brag. I bet you don't have enough divine power to play with divine power."
