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Chapter 340: The powerful waves clash and fight - "The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain: Game 749"

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A loud roar resounded through the canyon in the hinterland of Changbai Mountain, and two completely different violent forces collided fiercely. The golden Dao Yun barrier, the annihilation energy and the weak thunder light condensed the defensive front, facing the combined impact of Koga's sharp sword energy, Jiuju's bloody spell power, and the psychedelic soul power of Yin Yang Liao.The majestic air wave suddenly exploded with the collision point as the core, and the circular shock wave swept across the land in all directions. The thick rock formations on the ground were forcibly crushed into several deep and shallow ravines. Sharp-edged gravel flew into the sky with the blasting wind. The trunk of the thick thousand-year-old tree shook violently, branches broke and flew, and withered yellow leaves mixed with dust and blood mist filled the entire airspace.

The bodies of the seven people in the 749 round stumbled backwards, and long mud marks were left on the ground under their feet by the friction of their soles. Each person's body was shaken violently by the powerful impact, and the blood surging in the body was uncontrollable and rushed straight into the throat. Everyone gritted their teeth and swallowed the blood that spurted to their mouths to suppress it, unwilling to show any signs of weakness in front of the enemy.

Yang Rui, who was standing at the front, suffered the heaviest impact. The wounds on his chest and abdomen that had already collapsed were torn open and widened by the huge force. Hot blood continued to flow down his torso, quickly soaking into the inner layer of clothing. The sticky blood clung to the skin, and every rise and fall of his breath caused heartbreaking pain like tearing.The blood-colored evil curse entrenched in the depths of the Dantian is raging crazily and violently through the impact of external forces. The cold evil energy moves rapidly along the meridians of the whole body, constantly eating away at the remaining original strength. The power of annihilation that could still be barely mobilized is now chaotic and scattered, and it is impossible to gather complete offensive and defensive strength.The skin and flesh of his hanging left arm were everted, the wound was bloody, numbness and tingling came from the nerve endings, and the entire arm almost completely lost the ability to control movement. Only one pair of eyes were still wide open, and the scarlet gaze firmly locked on the oncoming Koga ninjas. His body was like a pine rooted in the mountain rock, and it never bent even half a step despite the impact.

Fan Mengxue's old wounds on her shoulders, waist and abdomen were simultaneously cracking open at the side. Fine blood beads on her body were seeping out and forming streams. The meridians that were once able to activate the Thunder Light Taoist technique were now dry and stagnant. Her spiritual power reserves had completely bottomed out, and there was no longer any lightning around her body.The continuous high-intensity battles exhausted all her physical energy. Her limbs and muscles were swollen and weak, and her legs were shaking slightly. She could no longer maintain a stable standing posture. However, she still subconsciously tightened her muscles and raised her arms to block, always guarding against the enemy taking advantage of the situation. Her distracted eyes gradually regained their focus, and she refused to give up any defensive position in desperate situations.

Qian Dan, who was helping Hu Jiulang in the middle, was also tilted by the air wave. The scope of the collapse of the penetrating shoulder injury expanded again. The massive blood loss continued to cause insufficient oxygen supply to her brain. The scene in front of her often showed double images and vertigo. Her head was dizzy and swollen, and her thinking and reaction speed was much slower than her peak state.She subconsciously tightened her arms to firmly support the weak Hu Jiulang next to her. Her fingertips touched his cold and hot skin, and her worries became more and more intense.Hu Jiulang's meridians were broken in many places, and his Dao power was completely exhausted and silent. The golden Dao charm around his body was dim and thin, with only a faint mental consciousness left to barely stay awake. His body was heavy and weak, and the flesh all over his body was bruised and bruised. Every inch of his body was filled with unbearable soreness. However, he still used his remaining energy to scan the entire battle with his Dao eyes, capturing the flaws in the enemy's formation and the flow of breath, and spoke intermittently to deliver key messages in a low voice.

"There is a gap in the connection of the magic power on the left side... The ninja formation on the right side is loose... Do not stick to the dead position and take advantage of the dislocation of the terrain..."

The weak and hoarse words penetrated the noisy wind and fighting sounds and were clearly sent to the ears of every team member.The three girls in the back leaned on each other to support their bodies. Wang Xinxin's soul was shocked and shocked one after another. The sea of ​​consciousness roared incessantly and the sharp pains continued. The spiritual source of breaking through the illusion was greatly depleted. Her vision was frequently distorted and shaken. She could barely distinguish the outline of nearby figures, and it was no longer possible to detect the presence of large-scale breaths.The water spiritual power in Li Anqi's body was exhausted, her internal organs were concussively damaged in the force confrontation, her chest was stuffy and depressed, her breathing was short and rapid, and she could no longer condense the water vapor barrier to form a protection.The Gu insects under Momo's command were completely wiped out, and his own mind was strained to the limit due to the continuous hard battles. Both physical and mental exhaustion swept through his body. He could only rely on instinct to stick to his companions and be wary of sneak attacks and murderous intentions that might appear around him at any time.

The three opposing siege camps also failed to retreat from this collision of forces. The joint offensive was blocked and defeated, and the backlash swept back. Many combatants were injured one after another, and the overall combat power simultaneously declined significantly.

The charging Koga ninjas were the first to bear the brunt of the defensive counterattack. Several ninjas in front were unable to dodge, and were hit hard by the flying gravel and the dissipated energy. The blood in the chest and abdomen was turbulent, and they staggered back a few steps. The Ninja sword in their hands was unstable, and the handle shook. Some ninjas with minor injuries were scratched on their arms by the gravel, and blood dripped down the handle of the sword to the ground.The leader of the Koga Ninja stood in the middle of the formation, relying on his profound cultivation to steadily withstand the backlash. His face was gloomy and stern, his eyes fixed on the stubbornly resisting team in the center, with anger and fear intertwined in his heart.He knew that the resilience of the seemingly broken team in front of him was far greater than expected. Several deadly offensives failed to completely defeat it. On the contrary, he suffered successive casualties in personnel. If he continued to attack recklessly and without thought, his combat power would only continue to suffer.

The auras of the Jiuju Onmyoji who were casting spells from behind were generally fluctuating and chaotic. The blood-colored spell that had just been fully activated was defeated and disintegrated from the front. The spell power backfired and flowed back into the fluid along the veins of the spell. Many older monks suffered internal injuries, and their complexions became gray and gloomy. The hand seal movements were stiff and slow, and it was difficult to condense high-level killing spells again in a short period of time.Several young disciples lacked concentration, and the evil energy invaded their meridians. Light black bruises appeared on the body surface, and the body suffered from adverse reactions such as weakness and weakness. They could only temporarily withdraw from the spell-casting array and regulate their breathing in place to suppress the restless evil energy in the body.

The Yin Yang Liao monk who controlled the illusion at the outermost edge frowned tightly. The large-scale psychedelic field that was spread was shattered and collapsed in the collision between the two forces. The power of the soul consumed in building the illusion was in vain. There were bursts of fatigue and soreness on the mental level. Reshaping the illusion again required more original mind.Everyone looked at each other, and everyone could see the solemn look in each other's eyes. They originally thought that they could easily crush the remaining enemies, but the reality of the battle continued to shift towards a stalemate, and the expected quick victory was completely in vain.

After a brief confrontation of forces, the violent air waves slowly dissipated, and the smoke and dust in the mountains and forests slowly settled. The ground was in a mess and dilapidated. Broken weapons, scattered charms, and broken leaves were all over the field of vision. The personnel on both sides stabilized their bodies, and the new round of close combat immediately connected seamlessly, without any room for breathing and rest.

Ninja Koga suppressed his anxiety and quickly adjusted his combat deployment. He gave up the large-scale collective attack mode and divided his ninjas into several small raiding teams. They cooperated in pairs and responded from far and near. Relying on dense forest trees and raised rocks as cover, they adopted the tactics of roaming raids and segmented harassment. They no longer resisted the team's joint defense head-on, but instead constantly searched for weak points in defense to launch tricky attacks.Several figures in black used the terrain to hide their figures, their footsteps landed lightly and silently, and their figures were erratic. From time to time, cold swords flashed out from between trees and behind rocks, and they stabbed at dead corners and injured areas around the team with precision. The attacks were cunning and insidious, making them impossible to guard against.

The Jiuju Onmyoji gave up the large-scale destruction spell bombardment and switched to the fine and continuous corrosive spell power. Thin blood-colored curse threads spread all over the sky like spider webs, constantly penetrating and approaching along the gaps in the air. They did not pursue instant heavy damage and kill the enemy, but continued to entangle and corrode the meridians, skin and flesh of the team members, bit by bit consuming the remaining physical strength and self-healing ability, and gradually disintegrating the foundation of the entire team's combat.Threads of cold evil energy cling to the clothes and skin, bringing biting coldness and slight corrosive pain, constantly disturbing everyone's mental stability.

The Yin Yang Lao monks learned from the experience of shattered illusions and no longer built giant illusions that covered the whole field. Instead, they split countless small confusing shadows and scattered them in every corner of the battlefield. Real and fake figures flashed alternately, constantly disrupting everyone's vision and judgment, and creating false attack sounds from time to time, forcing the team members to be frequently distracted and vigilant, needlessly consuming mental energy and dragging down the overall defensive rhythm.

Multiple tactics were applied layer by layer, and the fight in the Baishan Canyon instantly became intricate.The team was suffering from injuries and lacked strength. They could only rely on the rugged terrain under their feet and constantly move in misplaced positions according to the directions guided by Hu Jiulang. They always maintained a corresponding distance between each other, so that they could rescue each other without being surrounded and divided by the enemy's surprise force.

Yang Rui dragged his wounded body to the front of the formation, specifically to intercept the oncoming ninja team. Whenever a figure in black suddenly appeared, he gritted his teeth and mobilized the little strength left in his body to block and counterattack with heavy fists and feet.The power of annihilation was incomplete, and the power of the offensive was greatly reduced. He could not defeat the enemy with one blow, and could only rely on his strong physical resistance to withstand the blade stabs. New wounds were added to his skin and the blood-stained area continued to expand. Every time he punched or raised his feet, he had to endure extreme pain, but he always firmly guarded the first frontal line of defense, preventing the enemy from breaking through and approaching the core of the team.

Fan Mengxue moved around on the flanks, flexibly shuttled between trees and rocks, relied on her rich combat experience to predict the authenticity of phantoms, and promptly avoided the confusion of illusions and entanglement of curse threads. Once she found the enemy's offensive flaws, she immediately seized the short gap to get close to interfere, disrupting the enemy's attack rhythm, and sharing the pressure of frontal defense from the side.She did not dare to move too much for fear of tearing open more wounds. She advanced and retreated in a controlled manner between attack and defense, using clever maneuvers to consume the enemy's energy.

While always paying attention to Hu Jiulang's physical condition, Qian Dan glanced at the fighting points throughout the field. With the keen observation of a doctor, he quickly judged the changes in the severity of the enemy's injuries. At the same time, he picked up the small and sharp gravel dropped from the ground, and accurately threw it at the gaps between the enemy's meridians and acupuncture points. He used weak containment means to interfere with the enemy's spellcasting and moves, and did his best to block the enemy's attack.

The three girls on the inside each perform their duties. Wang Xinxin uses her remaining mental perception to eliminate the interference of false illusions and accurately indicate the location of the real enemy; Li Anqi senses the thin water vapor around her and condenses fine water droplets to block the evil spirit of the curse; Momo pays close attention to the movements on the ground, pays attention to the enemy's foot movements, and gives early warning of potential trap risks.

The three enemy forces took turns to launch attacks, with three attack methods: surprise attack, curse attack, and phantom disturbance. All members of the team gritted their teeth and held on to the defense line, blocking, dodging, containing, and counterattacking in cycles.Every collision of weapons will add new trauma, and every spell erosion will consume the remaining bodies. The number of enemy and friendly personnel has steadily shrunk, and more and more people have been injured. There are endless screams, clashing of weapons, and whispers of spells on the battlefield. Blood is constantly dripping and soaking in the rocks and soil. The entire White Mountain battlefield has accumulated injuries layer by layer, and the fighting has fallen into a long stalemate.

No one can easily break through the opponent's defensive line, and no one can gain an absolute crushing advantage. The trump card is still hidden, and the core combat power of the main force has not been fully exploded. The fierce fighting continues, and there is still a distance from the final decisive moment. The bloody game in the mountains and forests of Baishan is still escalating step by step.

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