Chapter 163: Fireball术

“Elder, find two people to protect me down there!” Mo Hua said to Elder Yu, then lightly leaped, jumping down from the mouth of the mine cave.

Elder Yu didn’t know what Mo Hua wanted to do. After a moment’s thought, he called out to two demon hunter masters and told them to stay by Mo Hua’s side to protect him. His own divine sense also followed Mo Hua constantly to prevent him from encountering danger.

Mo Hua didn’t enter the center of the battlefield. He only found a hidden position at the edge and concealed himself carefully and cautiously. Two demon hunter masters were on guard around Mo Hua.

Mo Hua held his breath, focused his mind, closed his eyes, and released his divine sense to its maximum. The chaotic and messy battlefield suddenly became a virtual white space. All the fighting cultivators appeared one by one in Mo Hua’s divine sense as states of spiritual power.

After a long time, Mo Hua finally found a strange human shadow. The human shadow was a faint light blue color, wandering on the battlefield. When it moved, its shape was like a ghost, difficult to grasp. If Mo Hua hadn’t pushed his divine sense to the extreme, he wouldn’t have been able to detect this figure at all.

Mo Hua tried to use his divine sense to lock onto it. But that human shadow drifted uncertainly and was very faint, making it very difficult to be locked by divine sense. Seeing more and more fallen demon hunter masters, Mo Hua took a deep breath, forcibly calmed his mind, and entered a meditative state of forgetting both self and object.

Mo Hua used all his strength to capture that light blue human shadow with his divine sense. After an unknown amount of time, Mo Hua’s eyes suddenly opened, his pupils slightly bright. Locked! The light blue human shadow in Mo Hua’s divine sense was as if hidden, as if present, but its track was clearly visible.

Mo Hua put his two fingers together and pointed forward, and a fireball technique howled out. The fireball technique flew towards an empty space on the battlefield. Near the empty space was a demon hunter master wearing iron armor, who was just entangled in a fight with someone.

Suddenly, a warning sign was born in that demon hunter master, feeling danger beside him, but his saber and sword were all entangled by someone, unable to move. Just at this moment, a dagger suddenly appeared in the empty space beside the demon hunter master. The angle was treacherous, rushing straight towards his eyes. The demon hunter master had no way to avoid it. For a while, his face showed despair.

Exactly at this time, a fireball howled and struck the cultivator who was sneak attacking him. The moment the fireball technique exploded, flames filled the area, interrupting this sneak attack. The sneak attacking cultivator’s body shape was also briefly exposed. It was a black-clothed cultivator with a short stature, ordinary appearance, and sinister eyes.

The demon hunter master got this gap, gasped for a while, swung his saber open the nearby Qian family cultivator with one strike, raised his saber and chopped towards this black-clothed cultivator. The black-clothed cultivator cursed, displayed his movement technique, and retreated backward, retreating to the edge of the battlefield. He shuttled through the crowd several times, and his figure gradually disappeared again.

That demon hunter master felt regret in his heart, but also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had this fireball technique, otherwise, he would have probably died here in this life. It was just a pity that he didn’t catch and chop this black-clothed cultivator!

After the black-clothed cultivator shuttled several times, he hid his figure and continued to wander on the battlefield. However, he couldn’t help but feel doubt in his heart: “Where did the fireball technique come from?”

Demon hunter masters are mostly body cultivators, and very few are skilled in techniques. The technique just now was both treacherous and precise; the caster should be an old hand. Fortunately, its power wasn’t great, only interrupting his attack, not causing any injury.

But the black-clothed cultivator thought about it again and felt something was wrong. An old hand’s fireball technique couldn’t have such low power. Could it have been just a coincidence? In the chaotic fights of cultivators, it is inevitable to be hit by stray techniques flowing from all sides and be accidentally injured. Just now, he should have just been unlucky and just happened to be hit.

He didn’t believe that someone could lock onto him with techniques in this kind of chaotic war situation. The black-clothed cultivator composed himself, his expression becoming confident, and continued to patrol all sides, looking for opportunities to make a move.

As soon as a demon hunter master exposed a flaw, the black-clothed cultivator wanted to make a move. Suddenly, a fireball technique flew over again, interrupting his sneak attack once again! Once was a coincidence, the second time was definitely not.

The black-clothed cultivator was slightly annoyed. The corner of his eye quickly swept over from all sides. When a cultivator displays a technique, they need to condense qi and raise their hand. He had rich experience fighting with people and could tell with one look. But the demon hunter masters on all sides showed no signs of displaying techniques.

The black-clothed cultivator used his divine sense to shallowly sweep all sides, still with no discovery. He couldn’t help but have a puzzled expression: “Who is using the fireball technique?”

He didn’t dare to release his divine sense to the extreme, nor did he dare to sweep with his divine sense for too long. Once he was distracted by using his divine sense for too long, his flaw would definitely be seen, and at that time, he would be the dangerous person.

Mo Hua found a place behind a large stone far away and hid. First, he used his divine sense to lock on, then exposed his head to release a fireball technique, and then secretly hid back again. The black-clothed cultivator’s eyes couldn’t see him, the distance was far, and his divine sense couldn’t reach him either.

Moreover, having locked on twice and released two fireball techniques, Mo Hua’s technique was becoming more and more skilled. The figure of the hidden cultivator in his divine sense also became clearer. The black-clothed cultivator faintly perceived a trace of unease. He seemed to be constantly being spied on with divine sense!

Originally, the battlefield was chaotic, spiritual power was mixed, and divine sense was also chaotic, so he hadn’t perceived it. But now, having been hit by fireball techniques twice, he discovered that there was indeed a divine sense, always vaguely following him, like a ghost that wouldn’t disperse. Foundation Establishment cultivator?!

“No, impossible.” The black-clothed cultivator thought, “If it were a Foundation Establishment cultivator spying, I wouldn’t be able to perceive it at all.” That is, other Qi Refining ninth layer cultivators, whose divine sense is stronger than his! But how could the power of a Qi Refining ninth layer technique be so low?

The black-clothed cultivator’s thoughts were a mess. He had to find out this cultivator who was using the fireball technique! Otherwise, he would be restrained as soon as he made a move, and the situation would not be good.

The black-clothed cultivator felt apprehension. He no longer made rash moves, but only wandered around the battlefield, patiently looking for clues, wanting to draw Mo Hua out. The enemy doesn’t move, I don’t move. The black-clothed cultivator didn’t make a move, and Mo Hua also didn’t need to make a move.

Mo Hua hid behind the large stone, his expression also relaxed. He even took out a sour and sweet wild fruit and ate it with relish. But with the black-clothed cultivator not making a move, the demon hunter masters in the field suddenly felt their pressure reduced, and they also moved more freely.

The pressure on the Qian family cultivators suddenly increased, and it became harder and harder to hold on. The black-clothed cultivator saw the situation was not good and had to make a move again. But every time he made a move, it was interrupted by Mo Hua’s fireball technique.

The black-clothed cultivator thought about it, pretending to make a move, wanting to see where the fireball technique came from. At first, he did see the approximate direction, but the second time he couldn’t see it. Because after the fireball techniques, they all exploded directly in his face.

Mo Hua vaguely perceived his line of sight and also guessed the black-clothed cultivator’s idea, so he directly used the fireball technique to paste his face. This way, he couldn’t see anything. Because he had locked on many times, the black-clothed cultivator’s track was also more obvious, and Mo Hua’s aim was also more accurate.

The black-clothed cultivator felt like spitting blood. How the hell could it hit him more accurately the more times it hit? If he said hit the face, it would hit the face? He was anxious. Having been in the cultivation world for so many years, he had always been the one to sneak attack others. Now, he was actually being sneak attacked by others, and they were even using fireball techniques? And it wasn’t just once; it was sneak attacked three or two times!

“Despicable and shameless! I must find you and kill you!” The black-clothed cultivator was extremely angry, his mood was too excited, and his spiritual power operation was a bit dislocated. His hidden technique was ineffective for an instant.

Mo Shan, who was always watching for opportunities, caught the flaw with one look. His body flashed, and he came in front of the black-clothed cultivator. He grabbed the black-clothed cultivator’s shoulder with his big hand, pinched it hard, and then threw him fiercely. The sound of bones breaking echoed. The black-clothed cultivator was thrown heavily to the ground, spitting blood!

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