Preston Chen's Mirror of Eternity Chapter 17

This monster's sorcery is so powerful! Preston Chen's long sword swung up and drew an arc around him. Where the sharp edge was directed, two spikes shattered and turned into ice shards, while the other penetrated through his sword circle and approached Preston Chen's face. Preston Chen couldn't withdraw his sword for a moment, and his body suddenly fell again. The sharp spikes passed by his left shoulder, scratching his clothes, and blood immediately flowed out.

It's ice. This monster can control the flow of water as it pleases, and its Taoism is indeed not shallow. Preston Chen felt a stinging pain from the wound. He handed the sword to his left hand and made a Doumu technique with his right hand and pressed twice on the injured area. The healing spell had no effect on Xiao Shuo before, and he was afraid that it would be ineffective this time, but the wound stopped bleeding immediately, and he felt relieved and thought: It turns out that I can only heal my own wound now.

He just slowed down, but Marcel on the side suddenly screamed. The monster opened its mouth, and a white light shot out from its mouth, wrapping around Marcel's waist like a long rope. Preston Chen was frightened and threw his sword into the air, shouting: "Quick!" The long sword spun around in the air and then slashed towards the white light like a windmill. But just as the white light wrapped around Marcel, it suddenly retracted, and Preston Chen's sword control skills came to nothing. Fortunately, the monster retracted its tongue, otherwise it would have been cut off by Preston Chen. Preston Chen didn't know what happened, so he called out, "Marcel, are you okay?"

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Chen."

Although Marcel's voice was still timid, it sounded very energetic, so she must be fine. At this time, the monster was shouting: "It's so hot! It's so hot!" The voice was much muffled, as if what was entangled was not Marcel, but a ball of fire. Preston Chen didn't dare to step forward for a while, thinking to himself: Is this monster trying to lure me over? But it didn't look like he was being pretentious. He stepped forward and pulled out the long sword stuck in the muddy water, shouting: "Monster, take another hit from me!"