I understood Meng Ling's fighting style, but He Ping did not find a suitable countermeasure. This is the first time He Ping has seen the fight style that integrates the preparation and release of spells into the attack. Most of the warriors in the Dream God camp like nightmare techniques, which are very difficult to detect, so there is no clue. Such a fighting style cannot interrupt the preparation of spells in the middle of the process. Even when the spells will be formed or when they will be released, it is naturally very troublesome to deal with them.

He Ping gritted his teeth and rushed forward. If he was fighting for martial arts, He Ping would definitely have the upper hand. Although Meng Ling suppressed her realm and her swordsmanship was a bit back to nature, He Ping was at the master level. Not to mention other realms, in terms of martial arts, He Ping was truly returning to nature. It was just that in the arena of faith, the other party would definitely not be able to use divine power to compete with others for martial arts, especially in real battles. Therefore, He Pingkong had a delicate martial arts, but was suppressed everywhere and could not let go.

Within a few rounds, Meng Ling released the spell again, still the same as before, with only the fluctuations of divine power. He Ping could not see what spell she was preparing, nor could she tell when it would be released. The nightmare technique just now was not until He Ping avoided the attack that he realized that it was a nightmare technique. This time it was almost the same. He Ping was already very careful, but when he realized that he was fighting a mirror image, and Meng Ling had already walked behind him.

Illusion? No, it’s not just an illusion, but a simple illusion. No matter how hidden it is or how fast it is, He Ping can see something. But just now, He Ping basically transitioned from fighting with the body to fighting with the mirror. At the moment of transfer, in addition to the illusion, He Ping felt that he might have also been hit by some illusion techniques, which made his consciousness and feeling a moment of hazy, so he did not find that the object he was fighting had changed.

But those are not important anymore, because Meng Ling, who was walking behind He Ping, obviously did not see whether He Ping's butt was round or not. At the moment the transfer was completed, her long sword had already pointed at He Ping's back. At this time, He Ping was still fighting in a mirror image. When he found something was wrong, it seemed too late to dodge. What He Ping could do was to unfold a simple shield in an instant, delay the time, and then immediately use a stress response. The long sword behind him aimed at him covered with a layer of biological shells.

That layer of shield basically did not play any role. Meng Ling's long sword was just touched and the shield was broken. The only effect was to slightly reduce the speed of the sword stabbing He Ping, so that the biological carapace on He Ping's back could have time to grow out. However, these were enough for He Ping. Although severe pain was soon heard on his back, He Ping could feel that the biological carapace was still very useful. Meng Ling's long sword was stabbed by about one centimeter and had no speed. He Ping took this opportunity to immediately open the distance.

Meng Ling's eyes looked at He Ping became more and more serious. The shield was nothing special. It did not surprise Meng Ling, either in terms of strength or speed. However, the black carapace that grew on He Ping's back was something Meng Ling had never seen before. Although there were hundreds of races in the faith arena, there were all kinds of strange races, and in addition to this, there were all kinds of strange animals and plants, such black carapaces. It was a bit like the characteristics of some wild animals, but it was a little different. Moreover, she had never heard of any intelligent race with such ability.

He Ping knew that he was very dangerous at this time, and this was not a difference in strength. The gap between him and Meng Ling had never changed from the beginning, so the danger brought by the gap in strength was always the same. The danger that He Ping felt at this time was mentality and will. Before Meng Ling dealt with He Ping, she actually subconsciously regarded He Ping as a warrior in the arena of faith. Because He Ping had not reached the sage level, she treated him as a warrior in the upper stage of the philosopher level, and of course there was a deviation.

Because she regarded He Ping as a philosopher-level master, Meng Ling naturally brought a lot of empiricism in the battle. After all, she has also gone step by step from the believer level to the present, and she has seen countless philosopher-level masters. Now, He Ping's various performances have made Meng Ling gradually abandon common sense and recognize the fact that He Ping cannot judge with common sense. In this case, she will no longer use the method of dealing with philosopher-level warriors to deal with He Ping, but will adapt to the situation and exert all her combat power.

A master who is subconsciously bound by experience and a master who lets go of all common sense and freely plays with the will of adaptability are not the same concept. Especially when this master is stronger than He Ping, the latter is naturally much more dangerous than the former. He Ping can also deal with it through various moves that the opponent has never seen before. In the latter, He Ping understands that he will be at a disadvantage.

Sure enough, when the two of them started fighting again, He Ping found that his bad premonition had come true again. This time, Meng Ling had no subconscious constraints and completely let go of the fight, no longer relying on common sense. Therefore, no matter what actions He Ping made, no matter what moves He Ping used, she could react at the first time. Therefore, after a few rounds, He Ping's body was covered with many wounds, and the moves he could use were basically used up.

After another collision, He Ping opened the distance again. Although the wound on his body could heal himself quickly, the speed was getting slower and slower, and the new wound was always deeper than the previous one. This was not a good sign. He Ping was panting at this time. It was obvious that he was a little tired, and this was the first time that such a state of fatigue had appeared on him in a long time. Although he had had hard battles and life-and-death battles before, he had never been as tired as he is now.

However, although he was very tired, He Ping was very satisfied. Being able to fight with a sage-level master for so long was enough to make him feel no regrets. Moreover, he also understood that what he could learn from Meng Ling had reached its limit. If he continued to fight, it would only increase his injuries. He even had life danger and would not learn more. At this point, He Ping had no reason to stay. After leaving a strange smile, He Ping disappeared without warning. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!