Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 118 The shield is broken and the BOSS enters the second stage!

Hearing the footsteps outside the room, Lu Linglong forced herself to look clear-headed with a confused look in her eyes, her brows furrowed.

She turned her head and whispered to Feng Shayan, "Be careful, they're coming for us!"

The Quanzhen Qi was running at full power in her body, and the powerful foundation of dual cultivation of sex and life was demonstrated at this moment. She could still exert 70% to 80% of her strength.

"Mo Yu is in the middle of a bloody battle. We can't let him be distracted." Feng Shayan took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in her body. She gritted her teeth and stood up. The corners of her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with desire. "If it's just a few of us, we should be able to handle it ourselves."

The tone of the words was firm, but the breathing was as soft as silk, with a hint of alluring tenderness.

She was not from the Quanzhen sect, and her life cultivation was far less solid than Lu Linglong's. She was previously ambushed by Yuan Tao and his men, and her internal injuries had not healed yet. Only 40% to 50% of her strength remained.

The two women looked at each other, and saw a mixture of shame, anger and confusion in each other's eyes.

Feng Shayan's eyes were hazy like fog, and her plump lips were slightly opened due to panting, revealing a weak charm; Lu Linglong's pupils were trying to maintain a hint of coldness, but the blush on her cheeks could not be concealed, and there was an unyielding spirit in the temptation.

Outside the room, footsteps were getting closer and closer, mixed with a few low, sinister laughs.

"Sister Shayan, I will take the lead and you assist me." Lu Linglong said in a low voice.

He poured Quanzhen Qi into his palms, took a step forward, and assumed the starting posture of Baguazhang. With his full concentration, the heat in his heart seemed to calm down a little. Although his legs were as soft as spring willows, he managed to steady his body.

"Swoosh!" A black thorn as long as a forearm was thrown over, drawing a cold arc.

Feng Shayan gritted her teeth, her true energy surged, and she used her own spatial ability to transmit the black thorn into the ground.

This action, which was usually easy, now made her breathing disordered, her chest heaving violently, and her breathing heavier. She bit her lip to remind Lu Linglong: "Be careful." Her voice was hoarse and had a hint of seductive tremor.

"Heh, Miss Feng's abilities are indeed well-deserved. We who play long-range games are really your natural nemesis."

A burly man with a gold chain walked in, holding a black thorn in each hand. His eyes lingered on Feng Shayan and Lu Linglong, lust gleaming in his eyes. He grinned and said, "Look, their faces are as red as ripe peaches. Sister Xia He's tricks are amazing! Come on, give me a smile, and I'll take you to have some fun. I guarantee you'll scream with pleasure!"

He licked his lips, his eyes as greedy as a hungry wolf's as he fell on the sweat-soaked clothes of the two women, as if he wanted to peel off the thin layer of covering.

"A bunch of scum!" Feng Shayan snorted coldly, and swung her fist violently, piercing through the space and hitting the face of the strong man with the gold chain.

The punch was powerful, but the heat in his body was surging, his Qi was unstable, and his strength was a little lighter. When he retracted his fist, his fingertips trembled slightly.

The sturdy man just shook his head, with light scratches on his face, showing that he was not seriously injured. He even grinned and sneered: "Oh, you are so gentle? Why are you so soft like a spoiled child? I am itching to hit you, hehe!" He swung his hand and another black thorn flew out, shooting directly at Feng Shayan's shoulder.

Feng Shayan gritted her teeth and tried to use the wormhole to return, but the true energy in her body was disordered and her spatial ability failed to activate. She could only forcibly make her body ethereal and barely avoided it. The tip of the thorn sank into the floor, leaving a muffled sound.

But just as she finished her transformation, she couldn't help but let out a low moan from her throat, so charming that Feng Shayan bit her lips hard to hold it back, almost bleeding as she gasped, "Damn it! This is so embarrassing!"

Seeing this, the sturdy man's eyes gleamed with lust and he grinned, "Listen to that sound, it's fucking horny!"

On the other side, Lu Linglong faced a Quan Xing demon who wielded a black vine whip.

The demon swung his whip, and a green mist filled the air, wrapping around her waist, and the wind from the whip whistled.

"Girl from the Lu family, look at how your waist is twisted and your legs are shaking like a sieve. Kneel down and let me see. I will love you all night and make you call me daddy!" He smiled lewdly, his eyes falling on her sweaty waist, as if he wanted to tear off her clothes to find out.

"Get out!" Lu Linglong shouted.

The Quanzhen Qi circulates, and although the legs and feet are soft as cotton, Baguazhang emphasizes relaxation, softness and continuity.

A palm blast shook the whip's tip, and the green mist that blew in her face was dispelled by her true energy. Lu Linglong's body rose and fell like a dragon, sweat dripping down her cheeks. She struck the demon's heart with a palm, knocking him back several steps and opening his middle gate wide.

With Qi flowing through his palms, he was about to use the Eight Diagrams killing move, 'White Ape Offering Fruit' to finish him off. However, as his Qi surged, the influence of the Qi on his 'resting muscles' intensified, his heartbeat pounded like a drum, and his body felt a burning heat.

Lu Linglong was filled with both shame and anger, with a trace of regret flashing in her eyes. At this moment, she didn't dare to use this killing move at all, otherwise she would not be able to defeat the opponent, and she would reveal a huge flaw, and she might not even be able to stand steadily.

"Brother Mo Yu, I'm so sorry. I didn't expect me to be so useless." Lu Linglong gritted her teeth and muttered to herself, "If it were you, even if you were affected by Xia He's ability, you wouldn't be unable to perform the killing move of Bagua Zhang."

A pair of gradually blurred eyes looked at the courtyard through the broken wooden wall, sweat dripping down her cheeks.

A warrior's senses are so sharp that the moment her gaze fell on him, Mo Yu, who was surrounded by wolves, suddenly turned around.

The moment their eyes met, the knife in Mo Yu's hand suddenly became three times faster, and a Quanxing demon was caught off guard and was cut in half on the spot!
Sensing the change in Mo Yu's temperament, Monk Gao Ning suddenly realized something and his pupils shrank sharply.

"No, something's wrong!" He turned his head to look at the wing room, with suspicion flashing in his eyes.

Given Mo Yu's intelligence, why would he leave such a glaring flaw here? Xia He's abilities were no secret, and even without her, how could Mo Yu not have guessed that Quan Xing would inevitably leave a hidden trick on Feng Shayan to contain him?
Even if you want to hide your strength and keep a backup plan, isn't it difficult to think of some ways to make the two women retreat in advance?

But if it was intentional, why would Mo Yu do this! ?

Monk Gao Ning vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what exactly was wrong. His brows were furrowed and doubts were surging in his eyes.

"boom!"

The Ba Xia Pearl slammed down on the shield once again, a deafening crash resounding like a mountain collapsing. The shield in Mo Yu's hand creaked, finally giving way and shattering. But Mo Yu didn't hesitate. He raised his hand and grabbed the face of a Quan Xing demon who was attempting a sneak attack. His five fingers, like iron claws, clamped down on the man's head.

The demon struggled in fear, but before he could stab out with the dagger in his hand, Mo Yu lifted it up and used it in front of him as a temporary meat shield.

"Swoosh!" Several long-range attacks, black thorns, poison darts, and Qi flows came whistling and all hit the monster. His flesh and blood burst and splattered, staining his heavy armor red.

The broken corpse was thrown out by the huge force, knocking down a group of monsters.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yu held the knife in both hands. There were countless residual souls stuffed in his heavy armor, emitting a faint black aura, cold and weird; the blood in his body roared, and a few wisps of crimson aura emanated from his pores, like steaming blood mist; finally, there was the golden true aura that circulated endlessly from his meridians, dazzling like the scorching sun.

The cold black Qi, the violent blood Qi, and the pure gold Qi, these three completely different forces, under the restraint of Mo Yu's spiritual will, vaguely condensed into the shadow of a bloodthirsty mantis.

"Sure enough." Mo Yu felt his own agitated mind. The influence of the Twelve Emotional Labor Formation and Dionysus Pollen on him was decreasing, and the corners of his mouth under the mask rose slightly.

The driving force of power comes not only from one's own strength, but also from the power of the heart.

Without a clear goal to fight for, even with Mo Yu's fighting talent, he could only maintain the lower limit of his strength at a higher level, but he was also unable to unleash 100% or even 120% of his strength.

Since that’s the case, let’s set a goal for ourselves!
Lu Linglong and Feng Shayan both have a good relationship with Mo Yu, especially Feng Shayan, who is actually his girlfriend.

Even though he didn't have deep feelings for her, to Mo Yu, it was her own 'thing', so how could she let another man get his hands on it?!

From the outset, Lu Linglong and Feng Shayan were bait. Not only was Mo Yu the bait used to lure out the lurking Quan Xing demon, but he was also the bait used to draw Mo Yu's own will from the Four Madmen's abilities.

However, Mo Yu, who deliberately put his woman in danger to stimulate his own fighting spirit, is truly an extremely selfish bitch!
But, for an extremely selfish bitch.

Is it enough to fully arouse his fighting spirit just by putting his woman in danger?

'No, not at all.'

Mo Yu had never felt so clearly how insignificant his love for Feng Shayan was. At this moment, as the fuel driving his own strength, it was completely inferior to the possessive desire derived from his own greed.

But this desire was not enough! He needed a hotter flame, a more violent fuel, to ignite the sleeping beast within him.

When Mo Yu held the machete in both hands, he displayed a completely different fighting style.

"Taiyi Combat Technique: Breaking the Sheath!"

Mo Yu let out a low shout and took a step forward, causing the ground to crack. The night wind tore through the cracks, making a low whistle.

The monsters thought the shattering of the shield was a temporary victory, and a hint of pride lingered in their eyes. But the next moment, they never expected that the boss would enter the second stage and start a rampage!
After throwing away the weight of more than 20 kilograms, his left hand was freed, and Mo Yu's most proficient two-handed sword technique was fully unleashed.

Like a tiger released from its cage, it completely abandoned defense and swept forward with its mad sword.

"Blade Cloud!"

The knife moved freely, and the man followed the knife. The huge body weighing more than 300 pounds flipped in the air while waving the long knife. The movements were so fast that only afterimages were left. Under the inertia brought by the weight and the terrifying sword energy, all resistance became futile.

Three streams of Qi intertwined and entangled on the blade, which drew an extremely sharp blood-red arc, so fast that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. Before the two monsters in the front could react, their bodies were cut off.

Before the sword energy subsided, another demon who swung the sword to fight back was cut in half along with his weapon. The broken metal fragments of the sword mixed with flesh and blood scattered everywhere, and the screams stopped abruptly.

A Quanxing demon raised an iron whip to try to block, but with a flash of a knife, the iron whip and his arm were cut off at the root, and blood spurted out like a fountain. Before he could scream, the blade had pierced his chest, nailing him to the ground, and blood flowed like a river.

During the time when Mo Yu was using all his strength to unleash his true energy, the heavy armor on his body seemed to have lost its weight, and he was like a heavy tank, moving like a dragon and acting like a runaway motorcycle.

As his body turned, the sword light continued to flash. With every step he took, the ground trembled slightly. With every swing of the sword, the air was torn apart and gathered into a deadly sword light.

In the courtyard, sword energy crisscrossed the ground, plowing deep grooves. Dust and blood mist intertwined, and the entire demon formation completely collapsed. Screams of terror echoed one after another. Someone shouted, "The sword maniac has gone mad! Run!"

The knife flashed again, and a demon who turned to flee was chopped in half from behind. His spine was broken, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and his body fell to the ground, twitching a few times before he died.

Monk Gao Ning wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, and cold sweat flowed down his fat face like rain. In his perception, Mo Yu's character became even harder.

"I see." At this moment, he had guessed the source of Mo Yu's change of heart, but his doubts were even greater: "But if those two women are really that important to you, wouldn't you be furious when we capture them?"

Then, Monk Gao Ning frowned again and whispered, "And this direction is wrong."

Mo Yu's killing trajectory left him puzzled.

At this point, you can either run back to save him, or rush over to chop him down. But no matter what, you shouldn't go in that direction.

What's in that direction?
Monk Gao Ning looked at it in confusion, his eyes wandering in the night, but he couldn't see any clues for a long time.

Until he noticed that Mo Yu's eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, lingered on a beautiful figure in the crowd, and his pupils suddenly shrank——

"Xia He, don't use your ability!"

(End of this chapter)