That's not water.

That's blood.

Blood from the broken army.

The bleeding wound came from Pojun's right hand.

From his index finger, which was not shrouded in the gloves of the wooden dragon snake.

Although this wound was instantly sealed by the soul power, the blood was stopped, and no more damage was done.

But Po Jun's face became particularly solemn.

Now, it would be too stupid if he didn't know that he had been completely targeted by Lin Xin'er.

Obviously, if, as Cao Sifeng suspected, Lin Xin'er had the Thorn Alliance behind him as a background, then it was obviously not impossible to target him.

After all, the moves he used before had already been used in the previous battle.

Although the way and timing of the cast, as well as the power are different. But the fate of being targeted is inevitable.

I'm afraid that his opponent has already studied him countless times with a magnifying glass. Any trick that has ever been used has probably been completely targeted.

In that case, let's perform some moves that I haven't used before.

Po Jun's eyes flickered slightly, and he instantly thought of a way to break the game.

As his gaze flickered, the entire heaven and earth seemed to flicker at this moment.

At first, everyone thought it was their hallucination.

But the next moment.

A three-dimensional black fog area with a diameter of up to 100 meters suddenly appeared in the ring, and the sky suddenly became pitch black.

Reincarnation stab again?

There was a trace of doubt in the eyes of the players who were familiar with breaking the army.

This vision is a bit like a precursor to the samsaric thorn. But it's a little different.

But Nie Yinniang stood up from the chair at this moment, and her calm eyes were suddenly filled with infinite luster.

Just like a chess opponent, it seems to meet a good talent.

It was a sense of anticipation, but also a hint of war.

This is not a reincarnation thorn, but the most powerful of the six stabs.

The ease on Lin Xin'er's face disappeared.

This is a trick that even if she has faced it many times, she still finds extremely tricky.

With the emergence of this shady veil.

The sound of a shock sounded, and a figure seemed to fly by in the dark fog.

The sound of surging is endless, and in the dark fog, there seems to be a heavenly river that rushes to the sea and never returns.

The flickering light continued, and there seemed to be a shadow flowing in the dark mist.

The black and white qi are entangled, and there seem to be two soul-seducing impermanence wandering in the dark mist.

The roar of sorrow was hoarse, and in the dark mist, there seemed to be six fierce and fearless sorrowful spirits charging.

These visions made the fog mysterious, weird, unpredictable. Like countless clouds floating and sinking in the black mist.

The shadows of the night rise and fall, and the clouds move.

As the saying goes, the authorities are confused by the bystanders, but the trick of breaking the army is extremely strange, and even countless onlookers are confused, so the authorities are even more confused.

Lin Xin'er was not confused.

Although she was in this ghost-like black fog world, her heart had not panicked.

She has experienced similar scenes too many times.

She even knew that it was actually only a half-move, even though it was already terrifying. Compared with the next half move, Lin Xin'er would rather face this half move ten more times.

"Sure enough, as she said, you have mastered it and are able to perform it. ”

Lin Xin'er said so, and the next moment, she saw her raise her sword.

If you want to prevent the broken army from performing the remaining half moves, the only way to strike first is strong.

A sword roar erupted from the ruthless sword in Lin Xin'er's hand.

This sword sound is like a fairy music from the sky, giving people a feeling of listening to fairy music. It makes people involuntarily indulge in the sound of this sword roar, lingering, and thus lose their determination, lose their fighting spirit, and let others slaughter.

The surrounding black fog seemed to have become weaker under the influence of this sword sound, slowing down and sluggish.

Celestial Joy.

With the appearance of this immortal music, Lin Xin'er was like a fairy, and in an instant, several figures appeared, dancing in the black mist.

The sword sounds, the sword dances, converged to form a strange force.

In a trance, the world of black fog in people's eyes suddenly disappeared, replaced by an illusory and misty world.

In the world, there was a woman who held the pipa in her hand and half-covered her face, and lowered her eyebrows to renew the formalities.

The woman plucked the strings on the pipa two or three times, and the Dao fairy music had not yet formed a tune, but it made people feel the huge emotions contained in the sound.

It's really a reel plucking the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune.

Every time I play the strings, I am full of rich emotions, as if I am covering up and suppressing my huge thoughts, and it seems to be pouring out my life's grievances.

This fairy music pierced through the black mist and spread to the surroundings. An indiscriminate attack range is formed.

Some viewers who have a story in their hearts have been completely carried in by this voice.

They indulged in the immortal sounds, wandering in the past.

Even the audience who were far away in the audience was affected, not to mention the broken army hiding in the black fog.

The most direct manifestation is the vision formed by the five types of desperate six thorns in the black mist, which is still surging wildly. There is a huge blockade at the moment.

Suddenly, the immortal sound formed by the sword qi was as big as a torrential rain, and the small one was as silent as a whisper.

This big and small, one urgent and one slow, intertwined with each other, like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate, it is as crisp and pleasant as the ear.

As the speed of the woman's hand holding the pipa became faster and faster, an invisible force emanated.

The black fog stopped floating as if it had encountered a cold ice fountain.

The next moment, the sword dance suddenly stopped, and the sword sound disappeared suddenly.

At the moment when everyone fell into a silent world.

A sharp sound suddenly sounded, like the shattering of the silver bottle bursting through the slurry, and like the sonorous sound of the iron horseman's prominent sword and gun.

In the last scene, the pipa girl swiped her finger towards the center of the pipa, and suddenly an earth-shattering sound broke out.

People were shocked, and the picture of the woman holding the pipa in front of them was like a silk painting, torn apart, whether it was a fairy sound or a beautiful woman, they all disappeared together.

At the same time, along with the mysterious and strange black fog world created by the broken army, disappeared together.

In the silent silence, the figure of the broken army reappeared in everyone's field of vision.

At this time, the broken army had unknowingly approached Lin Xin'er's body, and his fingers as sharp as daggers were poking straight towards Lin Xin'er's heart.

The terrifying power was condensed at the fingertips of the broken army, as long as it touched Lin Xin'er, this blow was enough to form a lore and send the latter to hell.

This is the second half of the last of the six stabs-

It's all in one stab.

(End of chapter)