At the same time, the masked woman outside the formation had her eyes closed tightly, and the strange mask was surrounded by thousands of golden threads.
These threads seemed to be alive, centered on the caster and extending outward inch by inch.
Southeast, northwest, orderly investigation.
They seem to have replaced the practitioner's mental perception, spreading their claws unscrupulously in mid-air.
"Three formations in one breath are not a killing formation to attack me, nor are they a defensive formation for passive defense, nor are they a phantom formation and a confusing formation that confuse people's ears."
"Oh, they are all breath gathering formations."
"What are you doing? What do you want to do?"
The corners of the masked woman's mouth covered by the black mask were slightly raised, and she said calmly: "Your hatred for Wen Dian is so deep that you hate it to the core."
"I feel this."
"You want to kill me, you want to destroy my soul here."
"In the past two minutes since you set up the formation, my breath has been completely cut off."
"This baby is good, quite interesting."
She praised without hesitation: "You can delay me in the ring for two minutes, and you can really prevent me from finding anyone. You, Suning, are the first, the first opponent who can regain the advantage in my hands."
"Two minutes is not short."
"There's no way you can sit still and not start a killing spree against me."
"So......"
In the ice-covered arena, the masked woman moved lightly.
Wherever it went, the ice melted away.
The water droplets flowing down gathered into a beach, and a few white mist rose.
It's the mist, and it's also the fairy power that was dispersed by her.
"Tick tock tock."
The sound of water dripping is endless, crisp and sweet.
The left foot of the masked woman was inexplicably hanging in the air, and her body paused slightly.
At this moment, in the white mist behind, there was a big hand with five fingers gathered together, and the fist was fierce.
When the punch arrives, the person appears.
It was the clone derived from Suning's nine-turn spirit.
The masked woman sensed it but turned a blind eye.
The left foot in the air landed smoothly, and the long sword on his back rose into the sky.
"Sure enough, the only thing you can call your trump card is the magical power that Jiang Linan left for you."
"Other than that, what can Luo Chen teach you?"
Talking softly to himself, with a disdainful expression.
She raised her hand to her eyebrows, crossed the top of the mask, and said in a cold voice: "Come back, I found him."
"呲呲呲."
The flying golden threads all retreated into the mask, accompanied by a faint evil aura, and were quickly suppressed by a powerful force.
"Boom."
Two hundred places to the left, the long sword screamed and undulated, showing unwillingness.
The masked woman consoled him: "That's magic derived from supernatural powers. It's normal that you can't move him."
"The ancestor has been trapped for a long time by Jiang Linan's killing technique, let alone a low-grade immortal weapon like yours?"
"Don't worry, as long as we find out who he is, I will make it impossible for him to escape."
Recalling the sword, she glanced mockingly at the right corner.
"You, get out."
If you don't move, it will be enough; if you move, it will be amazing.
She used her finger as a pen, mixed with infinite sword intent and gentle style, and swung fiercely towards the direction where Suning was hiding.
Arena No. 1 was shaken by the ground, and the space was distorted and deformed.
The third breath gathering burst disappeared, revealing a pale Suning.
And Dao Huo'er, who was injured and vomited blood, and his spiritual body was dangling.
