Controlling a sword doesn't necessarily require the use of hands.
From Wang Xiaole's use of the pitch-black long sword, he had developed considerable proficiency.
As long as the power within him didn't run dry, he could manipulate the sword blade to perform various actions including slashing and chopping without using his hands, utilizing either magic or holy power.
The (pretend) bishop noticed:
while taking a step to the side, the long sword swung back in a counter-chop, coming down towards his own back at a tricky angle.
Twisting his right hand, the (pretend) bishop reversed the handle of the white scythe, deflecting this weapon towards his back.
Clang!
The tip of the pitch-black long sword descended, flicking lightly against the scythe's surface, then continued without stopping,
like a spinning long sword sliding up along the scythe's edge, arriving instantly above the (pretend) bishop's head;
at the moment the sliding ended, the blade pointed down at the target's head, but the (pretend) bishop dodged it by tilting his body backward.
Now, the (pretend) bishop was positioned at a subtle slant between the ground.
As he retreated, Wang Xiaole advanced swiftly.
Calculating the angle with precision, he merely extended his hand flat in front, lightly gripping the sword handle with the base of his palm.
Seizing the (pretend) bishop's body, during the time he couldn't regain balance, he raised one or two slender fingers, driving the sword blade forward in an arcing slash.
In response, the (pretend) bishop tossed his right hand, allowing the tightly gripped scythe to spin upwards;
as the scythe spun, the (pretend) bishop lifted his left leg high, striking down with a kick from above, knocking the weapon down so it embedded itself into the ground.
The scythe, with sufficient length and width, stood upright before the (pretend) bishop, acting as a "shield."
Crack!
The sword blade sliced smoothly across the scythe's surface, leaving a mark.
At this moment, the (pretend) bishop flicked his foot, causing the scythe to rotate in place;
the sharp end deeply embedded in the ground unearthed several clumps of soil;
as the clods flipped upwards, the scythe's tip rose from the earth, gripped again by the hand of its owner;
after a wrist flick, the (pretend) bishop raised the scythe overhead, swinging it with force in a powerful circle above his head.
Moments later, the scythe's blade, accompanied by a cutting wind, struck downwards, met by Wang Xiaole blocking with the black sword hilt in front.
As the two weapons clashed, the (pretend) bishop immediately freed his left hand, shaping a new weapon in the palm;
it was a gleaming metallic spear, its rotating tip stabbing forth, creating a vortex of mixed light elements.
The spear, carrying the wind thrusting forward, prompted Wang Xiaole to lift one leg, controlling the corresponding foot to step down;
before the sharp end of the spear could strike, he dispersed the swirling wind in advance, simultaneously stepping on the spear tip aimed at his lower body.
However, the dispersing breeze lifted his skirt, a situation beyond Wang Xiaole's control.
An instinctive response, the (pretend) bishop glanced askance at the opponent's wardrobe malfunction, ensuring there was no sign of any "hidden treasures", then slightly puzzled:
"I couldn't have been mistaken. Your aura may be deceiving, but it should belong to a male, why..."
Noticing the wardrobe malfunction, Wang Xiaole promptly used his elbow to press down the fluttering skirt and answered with a somewhat displeased expression:
"I'll remember your advice next time, I'll remember to wear safety pants!"
Human emotions are always wonderful. When Xiaole was a boy, he maintained a strong critical attitude towards the evil invention of safety pants, which hindered the future of humanity; but when he turned into a girl, facing the trouble of revealing the scenery under the skirt all the time, Xiaole praised the invention of safety pants again. After experiencing these two different emotions, Xiaole suddenly realized: He both loves and hates the inventor of safety pants! The clash between the sword and the sickle has been going on for a while, and the bishop (fake) is gradually falling behind. At that moment when Xiaole sensed that the time for counterattack had arrived, he pushed the sword handle forward, pushing back the sickle that was swinging down; he reflexively rotated the sword body to stab straight out with the blade. At a moment of unfavorable situation, the rested dragon rushed to support the bishop (fake). Dealing with two opponents at once was troublesome, but now Xiaole was even more determined to disrupt the mutual assistance between the bishop (fake) and the dragon. In order to achieve this goal, the best way was to quickly eliminate the dragon before its action. Deciding on his course of action, he took on a killing posture, his right hand conjuring several sword shadows with a flick. As soon as the sword shadows appeared, the dragon's dragon breath and dragon power were torn apart and dissipated, as if they were nothing; at that moment, the dragon felt the threat of death, and all its scales stood on end in an instant; its eyes, like the sun and moon, emitted a crazy brilliance, and circles of terrifying aura spread out from its body. This was not just a display of power; the dragon was desperately unleashing its most powerful attack; in that moment of aura spreading, dragon scales shot out, launching a frenzy of attacks towards Xiaole in the opposite direction. Faced with such a frenzy of attacks, Xiaole did not retreat; only under the premise of keeping the hem of the skirt down, he shouted and fought back. In an instant, his aura became more violent, and the sword shadows that had been swirling around the sword blade began to rotate even more wildly. The magic and holy powers surged together, pouring into the sword shadows with great momentum; at that moment, demonic and sacred powers coexisted on Xiaole's sword, their two colors constantly flashing. The more the light flickered, the more obvious Xiaole's fierce aura became, and his figure showed a transcendent beauty! Now, Xiaole seemed to have become a beautiful celestial being descended to the world, and also held the unique title of the only one who could punish in this world; in an instant, a hint of horror flashed through the dragon's eyes, although its expression was extremely fierce, it was not devoid of intelligence due to anger; the dragon keenly felt that all its power was completely suppressed at that moment. Even though the dragon possessed a powerful body that could ravage any opponent below the "city-toppling" level, it was powerless to resist the impending terrible blow; if there were more than five dragons, perhaps five dragons working together could withstand this powerful blow; unfortunately:
Relying solely on the split of the Purple-robed Bishop, it was difficult to consecutively summon two true dragons, hence there were no companions around it;
Under such circumstances, the Giant Dragon was bound to be unable to confront this terrifying strike head-on.
Amidst the raging and frantic roars, several sword shadows enveloped in two-color light completely shrouded the surroundings of the Giant Dragon.
A wail echoed through the land, accompanied by a sorrowful sound, followed by a series of muffled explosions.
Faced with the relentless barrage of consecutive strikes, the Giant Dragon had no chance to defend itself at that moment;
In fact, it was simply cut into a mist of blood by the flurry of swords.
If it were an ordinary attack, no matter how severe the injury, the Giant Dragon could gradually heal over time as long as its body was not completely destroyed;
However, this time, the situation became different!
It faced a truly devastating blow;
Under the dual onslaught of the two forces of the Archmage, the Giant Dragon, despite its formidable body, was destined to be unable to contend with it;
Death was the Giant Dragon's only fate, as its life finally came to an end under this absolutely lethal strike...
The beheading of the Giant Dragon was indeed a significant loss to the Bishop (False).
For such powerful beings, the Bishop (False) could not recreate them easily in a short period;
The main reason was none other than the limitation of his own power;
There were always limits to what a split could achieve.
But even in adversity, the Bishop (False) could not choose to retreat and had to continue the battle.
As Wang Xiaole, with a long sword, dispersed the mist of blood floating ahead, the Bishop (False) attacked with a sickle in his right hand and a spear in his left.
Swoosh!
As the first slash missed, a dazzling light rose again;
The tip of the long spear carried a murderous intent, tracing a highly cunning trajectory, swiftly aiming for Wang Xiaole's neck.
Wang Xiaole furrowed his brows slightly, then suddenly clenched his fingers tightly;
On the surface of his fist, layers of chilling ice crystals condensed, overlaying his fist to enhance the attack power of Wang Xiaole's body.
Boom!
He punched out, colliding head-on with the sharp spearhead that was spinning back.
Ripples emerged in the void between them immediately;
At the moment of impact, Wang Xiaole distinctly sensed:
Currently, there was an aggressively strong light element traveling along the spear handle, passing through the spear tip, ready to invade his body and wreak havoc.
However, before that light element had a chance to enter his body, it was instantly devoured by his immense magical power.
Under normal circumstances, magic had a significant inhibitory effect on holy power!
Clang!
The sickle clashed with the sword edge once again, but this time, a slight flicker appeared in Wang Xiaole's beautiful eyes.
Subsequently, he advanced instead of retreating, making a proactive move as he approached the Bishop (False);
At the moment of transforming his fists into palms, Wang Xiaole's left hand bypassed the spear tip and grabbed toward the area near the spear handle.
A series of cracking sounds rang out, but this sound was vastly different from ordinary crumbling noises;
Soon after, the Bishop (False) witnessed firsthand:
Around the long spear he held in his hand, frost spread rapidly in a diffusive manner, quickly covering the entirety of the spear inside and out.
