Chapter 1600

At the same time, the masked woman outside the formation had her eyes closed, and the strange mask was surrounded by thousands of golden threads.

These threads seem to have life, centered on the caster and extend outward inch by inch.

An orderly investigation was conducted in the southeast, west and north.

They seem to replace the spiritual perception of the practitioner and unscrupulously spread their minions in the air.

"A single breath falls into three formations, not a killing formation that attacks me, nor a passive defense formation, nor a illusion array and a maze array."

"Haha, it's all a breath-climbing array."

"What are you doing? What do you want to do?"

The corners of the mouth covered by the black mask of the masked woman raised slightly, and she said calmly: "Your hatred for Wendian is so deep."

"I feel this."

"You want to kill me, and you want to destroy my soul and soul."

"From the time you set up the formation, my deity's aura has been completely broken in the past two minutes."

"This baby is pretty good, quite interesting."

She praised without any maroon: "You can delay me on the ring for two minutes, and it really makes me unable to find anyone. You, Suning, are the first opponent to regain the opportunity in my hands."

"Two minutes, not short."

"You can never be honest and hustle and don't launch a killing game against me."

"So......"

In the ring covered by frost, the masked woman walked lightly.

Wherever you go, the ice melts.

The water droplets gathered into the beach, and white mist rose.

It's fog, and it's also the immortal power that was broken away by her.

“Tick tick.”

The sound of water drops is endless, crisp and pleasant.

The masked woman stepped out with her left foot hanging inexplicably, and her body paused slightly.

At this moment, in the white mist behind, a big hand gathered with five fingers, and the fist was fierce.

When the fist arrives, people appear.

It was the clone derived by Suning using the Nine-Turn Spirit.

The masked woman sensed it, but ignored it.

The left foot hanging in the air landed steadily, and the long sword behind him soared into the sky.

"Sure enough, the only one who can be called the trump card by you is the magical arts left to you by Jiang Lin'an."

"Apart from that, what can Luo Chen teach you?"

He muttered to himself softly, with disdainful expression.

She raised her hand and pressed her eyebrows, stroked across the top of the mask, and said coldly: "Come back, I'll find him."

"Shisheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshe

The flying golden silk threads all returned to the mask, accompanied by demonic aura, and were soon suppressed by a powerful force.

"Dong."

Two hundred places on the left, the sword roared and undulated, showing his unwillingness.

The masked woman comforted: "That is a magical art derived from magical powers. It is normal that you can't move him."

"The ancestor has been imprisoned by Jiang Lin'an for a long time, let alone your low-grade immortal weapon?"

"Don't worry, just find out his real person, I will tell him to be able to escape."

Recalling the sword, she glanced at the right corner with mocking eyes.

"You, get out."

If you don’t move, you will be already; if you move, you will be amazing.

She used her fingers as her pen, mixed with infinite sword intent and gentle literary spirit, and swung hard towards the direction where Suning was hiding.

The ground of the No. 1 ring shakes, and the space is twisted and deformed.

The third breath-retention array disappeared, revealing Suning, who was pale.

And Daohuoer, who was injured and vomited blood, was swaying in his spiritual body.
Chapter completed!