Ninety-eight seconds was the last period of time that Xie Tian spoke of.
As Mo Xiao saw through the four silent words, the time wheel seemed to make a clicking sound as it leaped past the forty-five breaths.
The moment it leaped past, Mo Xiao began to review the forty-five breaths.
He wanted to guess what Xie Tian wanted to do during this period of time by reviewing what had happened during these forty-five breaths.
As his heartbeat gradually became heavier, he spent a moment to think.
Forty-five breaths was the time between the beginning of World War II and the collapse of the Buddha's Space-Time Pagoda.
Therefore, he came to a conclusion. Nothing had happened during these forty-five breaths.
To be precise, nothing had happened that could change Xie Tian's situation of certain death.
When he used another moment to confirm that he didn't feel a chill run down his spine, he was certain of this conclusion.
"A bit mystifying …"
Mo Xiao sighed inwardly. Mystifying …
He couldn't say the word mystifying.
Because as his gaze shifted slightly, he accidentally saw one of the people from the Nine Provinces.
This person was on the verge of death and didn't have long to live.
Then, his gaze began to nimbly jump from one cultivator of the Nine Provinces to another cultivator of the Nine Provinces.
After looking at the seventy-seven supreme forces of the Nine Provinces, he seemed to have truly understood something.
So that's how it is.
"Forty-five breaths is the longest time that you can resist me?"
Compared to the previous instant, Mo Xiao was more or less surprised.
Actually, there wasn't much difference between his two conclusions.
But it seemed that after changing the angle and saying it in a different way, its charm had become extremely different.
And what changed this charm, or rather, gave it this charm, was one word — calculation.
"This is somewhat inconceivable …"
Mo Xiao muttered to himself.
The reason for that was because the time was calculated.
How was it calculated?
First, Mo Xiao's battle power had to be calculated.
Then, the battle power of the Nine Provinces Invincible Killing Square Formation was calculated.
After that, it required extremely high calculation intelligence and millions of thoughts. Through unimaginably complicated calculation methods, it had to consider all kinds of accidents during the battle and quantify all the accidents. Only then could it be calculated.
If one could calculate an approximate time, it was enough to be called a master in the path of battle.
But Xie Tian's calculation was accurate down to the time of a breath.
Thinking of this, a layer of shallow ripples appeared in Mo Xiao's seven-colored heart.
He was a little surprised and a little unconvinced.
"Actually, I can also …"
Thinking of this, he suddenly paused and glanced at the people of the Nine States who were on the verge of death. He frowned slightly.
"If we don't consider this …"
This was what the people of Nine Regions crazily burned themselves at the last moment.
Their actions had bought at least six breaths of time for the forty-five breaths that Xie Tian had mentioned.
He could not calculate these six breaths.
Because in the Black Cliff Battlefield, he did not encounter any human cultivators who burned themselves to the point of absolute death.
No.
"To be precise, I've never met a human who burns his own power in battle … After all, escaping is the most important thing …"
Mo Xiao smiled. He walked towards Xie Tian, who only had half of his body left, while Mo Sun's increasingly powerful heartbeat seemed to be filled with mockery towards the person who made him like this.
"But that doesn't mean I'm weaker than you. I'm just … not familiar with them …"
Thinking about this, Mo Xiao felt that he was definitely not inferior to Xie Tian in terms of calculation.
But when he took the third step, his right foot froze in mid-air and could not land.
Accompanying the stiffness of his right foot was his slightly stiff expression and his pupils, which had obviously shrunk due to some new discovery.
After at least three breaths, his right foot finally landed on the ground.
The moment he landed, the shallow ripples in his heart turned into a wave that rose high into the sky.
At the moment when his thoughts were about to end, he remembered something.
This matter would not be surprising at any point in time. Only when Mo Xiao's thoughts were about to end did it suddenly jump out and add the finishing touch.
"Before the battle …"
Yes.
Just these two words.
These two words explained one very important thing — — — — — -
All of Xie Tian's calculations were not carried out and completed as the battle continued to deepen his understanding of demons.
It was before the battle.
Before the battle started, Xie Tian had already given these three times.
One incense stick's time.
Forty-five breaths.
Ninety-eight breaths.
At this moment, Mo Xiao was speechless.
In this state of speechlessness, he subconsciously had an extremely rare feeling of confusion — —
Did I win, or did he win?
Staring at Xie Tian who only had half of his body left, Mo Xiao selectively suppressed the urge to answer this question.
"In the end, I still won."
Even if there was still the third time that Xie Tian had mentioned.
"But I don't think you can still … do anything in the remaining ninety breaths … to escape?"
Just when he took the third step and took the fourth step, the half of Xie Tian's body turned around with difficulty, as if he wanted to get away from Mo Xiao who was approaching him.
Mo Xiao sighed.
"Your ninety-eight breaths is to escape …"
Even though he felt that after the stunning forty-five breaths, Xie Tian's current actions were extremely laughable, out of respect for Xie Tian, he still seriously thought about how Xie Tian would escape.
The people of the Nine Regions had no more strength left and could only wait for death.
The self-comprehending military formation that Mo Ta was interested in previously and should be extremely interested in now had fallen apart and might not have a chance to reappear.
Xie Tian himself was seriously injured and on the verge of death …
"How can you escape with only one leg …"
Mo Xiao's voice was a little sad.
But what was even sadder was his demonic eyes.
Because his demonic eyes were staring at an area of more than one hundred zhang in front of Xie Tian after he turned around.
There was a heart there, called the Demon Heart. It was seven-colored and beating rapidly, giving people a majestic and powerful feeling of vitality.
If it were someone else, Mo Xiao would not want to chase after him.
Even if he did not chase after him, any living creature that walked towards the heart that was about to become a demon would only die.
But after a few moments of silence, he decisively took the fourth step when Xie Tian fell down and crawled forward with one hand and one leg.
Because he suddenly realized that the ninety-eight breaths given by Xie Tian was the time from the end of World War II to the resurrection of Mo Sun.
"Not even a bit off, wonderful …"
Mo Xiao smiled.
His smile was once again mixed with a trace of respect for Xie Tian.
He could easily guess that the reason why Xie Tian could accurately predict the time it would take for something that was almost impossible to happen in the foreign battlefield was because Xie Tian had experienced it before.
But wonderful, after figuring out the true meaning of the third time, it reached a higher level.
"One incense stick of time to lure me into the formation …"
"Forty-five breaths to scare me away …"
"Ninety-eight breaths, enough for you to escape from the resurrected Mo Sun …"
After figuring out the third time, Mo Xiao instantly connected the three times in his mind.
It could be said to be perfect.
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