Suning shouted loudly: "This is just a low-grade immortal weapon, get out of here."
The claws are condensed into fists, and the punches are powerful.
The long black sword screamed, and the shadow of the sword weakened layer by layer.
The barrier between lightning and flint is only a breath away.
But it was this insignificant breath that gave the masked woman a glimmer of life in a desperate situation.
She dodged sideways and took the opportunity to fly to the edge of the ring.
"puff."
Before he could stand still, scarlet blood mist spewed out from his mouth.
The long black sword was connected to her mind and blended into one.
The sword spirit was injured, how could she, as the master, get away with it?
"Ah......"
Her breathing was slightly rapid, and she said with a cruel smile: "Yes, you gave me a big surprise."
"Using the first-level cultivation of a true immortal to condense two clones, confuse the fake with the real, and hide the truth from the sky."
"As expected of the semi-saint magical power that Jiang Lin'an has comprehended, it is truly exquisite."
As she said that, she looked around the ring, eyes half-squinted and said, "I think those three breath gathering formations were your deliberate trap to lure me into the game."
"Your true self is still hiding in the fourth breath gathering formation. It should be..."
After pondering for a moment, the golden grace appeared on the black mask again.
Mixed with that wisp of thin demonic energy, she pointed back to the left front corner and said in a dry voice: "There."
Suning smiled and said nothing, pressing forward step by step.
The masked woman raised her eyebrows and said, "Am I wrong?"
Suning asked: "In today's situation, who do you think will have the last laugh?"
There was a hint of disdain on the masked woman's lips, and she reached out to recall the long black sword.
Feeling the dying pain of Sword Spirit, her sharp eyes gradually softened.
While wiping the edge of the sword with pity, he replied without raising his head: "It will only be me."
"collapse."
The fourth breath gathering array exploded on its own initiative, and out came Suning, who was "unable to restrain a chicken".
He stretched his arms lazily and said with a pleasant expression: "The damage to your natal immortal weapon means that it will be difficult for you to use it to improve your cultivation."
"In this way, your biggest bargaining chip, your retreat, will be cut off by my unprepared attack."
"Although it's a minor injury, it's still an injury."
"I have the right time and place, and I have the opportunity. What else can you do?"
The masked woman smiled and said with a hearty laugh: "With all due respect, I never thought of using my natal magic weapon to temporarily improve my cultivation when dealing with you."
"You are not qualified yet."
Under the reflection of the golden grace, her graceful body restrained by the black robe was cracked every inch.
Suning raised his hand and put it between his eyebrows, muttering something in his mouth.
"Whoosh."
All the clones derived from the two magical powers were taken back, and his aura was rising steadily.
"go."
Pushing his palm forward, a series of strange symbols that looked like tiny characters flew out.
Suning remained motionless, waiting for the masked woman to attack.
Until the space in front of him collapsed, until a circular inkstone with landscape paintings carved on it appeared above his head.
From the crack in the void, a white jade hand slowly stretched out.
Use your finger as a pen to grind and write.
With the blessing of Wen Qi, golden light shone down, piercing people's eyes.
"This is......"
For no reason, Suning felt palpitations.
That terrible feeling of suffocation came overwhelmingly, sealing off the entire Arena No. 1.
There is no water to make waves, no wind to stir up the waves.
The more they gather, the more ferocious they become, giving people a timid feeling of being unstoppable and unable to fight against them.
