Variety Comic: My plug-in is myself

"Ah, ah, you guys from the Twelve Moons are all like monsters, so scary~"

Facing the sneak attack of Rui, Xia Yan still made the same weird joke, but his eyes became more serious.

Strategically despise the enemy, tactically pay attention to the enemy.

The blood demon art of the Twelve Moons, even if it is only the lower moon, will definitely not feel good if he is hit.

What's more, Rui is not an ordinary lower moon demon.

Being more favored by Muzan means that he has received more blood from Muzan.

Even if he divides his power and gives it to his so-called family, which weakens his own strength a lot, it is still not to be underestimated.

From the perspective of destructive power alone, this move can even barely reach the attack of the upper moon demon.

So there is no way to block it with a simplified move like before.

But it's not that difficult.

The tip of the knife pointed vertically downward to the ground, and Xia Yan's eyes were filled with coldness, making people dare not look directly at him.

"Mist Breathing Nine Forms Wuming Shenfeng Xuanwu!"

At this moment, the air shook!

Ang——

The whistling winds gathered together, accumulated, collided, rubbed against each other, and made a dull sound. 503

There was an inexplicable sacred charm.

It was like thunder rolling, and it was like the roar of some kind of mythical beast.

The boiling sword energy rushed straight into the sky, and the terrifying sword intent made people unable to help but see a wonderful scene in front of their eyes. In a trance, it seemed that an extremely huge mythical beast with a tortoise body and a snake tail was roaring towards the sky.

The guardian beast with the sky as its tortoise shell and the earth as its tortoise belly, in which the atmospheric snake was bred - Xuanwu!

The barrier of the atmosphere that covered the sky and the earth, intertwined with the unimpeded divine wind, any move would be restored to nothingness by it!

It is a move that represents absolute defense and restraint!

Swish————

The harsh friction sound continued, as if an angle grinder was cutting a steel cable.

The blood-colored silk thread collided with the invisible object, and in an instant, countless sparks burst out in the air. Finally, even if you are not involved, you can still perceive the danger.

But, Xia Yan is still better in the end!

Countless broken spider silks and sparks intertwined, red and gold collided with each other. If you ignore the solemn feeling and only look at this gorgeous scene, it may even make people feel a little romantic.

Although Xuanwu is a defense, it does not block the attack like a shield.

Instead, it is like a crusher, using terrifying wind pressure to grind all attacks that hit it into pieces, so it is said that no matter what kind of moves it is, it will be restored to

nothing.

Under the protection of Xuanwu, Xia Yan leisurely admired the scene in front of him, gorgeous and holding a little beauty, the main theme is a relaxed and comfortable.

On the other hand, standing on the opposite side, Lei felt the pressure explode at this moment.

What happened! ? What happened! ?

What did he do? What is that invisible barrier! ? What is this terrifying monster! ?

Why can't my lines even get close? They all scattered in just a moment! ?

Didn't I touch even one of them? Those are my strongest lines!

"Impossible, I don't believe it! Do it again... again..."

What happened in front of him was obviously beyond Lei's cognition, making him shout in impotence and rage, but when he tried to attack again in disbelief, his voice stopped abruptly.

"You are sweating all over, brother."

Xia Yan's mouth corners slightly curled up, revealing a dragon king-like smile, and the long sword was casually carried on his shoulders, looking like he had no defense at all.

Obviously, he decided that Lei could no longer pose any threat to him.

Rui did not respond to his words.

He said he wanted to do it again, but his body was frozen like a specimen, and he seemed to have no intention of moving.

But judging from the bulging veins on his body and the slight trembling of his muscles when he exerted force, he was not playing the game of wooden man, but was trapped by something and could not move!

"Feel it, this suffocating feeling like a python entangled, do you like it, brother?"

"Damn it, ah ah ah ah --!!!"

"What the hell did you do, you guy!?"

Rui struggled and roared in exasperation.

It is actually very difficult for ghosts to be bound, because they can forcibly break free by self-harm.

Xia Yan had encountered this problem before, when he first saw the Twelve Demon Moons, which was the moment when he officially received the title of Storm Pillar.

At that time, the ghost twisted its body forcefully, broke its arm and tore it off, reduced its body size, and broke free from the restraints of Xuanwu with a moment of gap.

Although it can be said that it was the result of Xia Yan's deliberate indulgence for fun.

This is not a defect of the move itself. After all, Wuming Shen Fengliu is a move against humans, and humans cannot do this.

But it also shows that the original Xuanwu still has room for improvement.

After the swordsmanship talent was maxed out by the substitute ability of Anubis, Xia Yan could naturally easily improve it more locally.

After the improvement, the sense of restraint brought by Xuanwu now is not simply to tie it up, but it is like being buried alive, and there is no point to exert force at all.

And no matter whether it grows bigger or shrinks, it cannot escape.

Unless the power is so strong that it can directly break the restraints of Xuanwu, otherwise.

Even if you explode on the spot, your plasma will only be limited to the current range.

"Ah, ah, this scene feels familiar. Why do you always like to ask such meaningless questions to the enemy? Do you think I will answer you honestly?"

"I am neither your elementary school teacher nor your parents. I have no obligation to answer your questions."

"But I have answered a ghost before. If you are really curious, you can ask him when you go to hell."

While speaking, Xia Yan walked towards Lei with a leisurely pace. (To read the violent novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

The long sword in his hand flashed a cold light under the moonlight.

"Ah, right——"

As if he suddenly thought of something, Xia Yan stopped his hand.

"You should have felt it too, feeling the intense restraint of Xuanwu like the heaven and earth..."

The closing remarks after the move are the tradition of Wuming Shen Fengliu, which cannot be forgotten.

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