It took several steps back in a row before she steadied herself. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

And Fu Sihan on the side had already realized that he was not as far away from retreating, but he just stepped back two steps seemingly lightly, then took out his magic weapon, and looked at the uninvited guest in front of him with sharp eyes.

Perhaps, it cannot be called an uninvited guest.

The two discovered.

Because the person who suddenly appeared in front of him could not be called a human being at all.

The ink-like mist has the same body as a person, but when he turns around, all the facial features on his face are covered by black mist, as if he is breathing, and the nose is at the wing, with the breath floating, the fine black mist twists and surges inward, and gushes out like an insect, and if you look closely, it is extremely disgusting. The hands, feet, and body are all black mist, and Liluo quickly moved his gaze to "his" hand, but he could only see an obvious smoothness!

Before she had time to think about it, she saw this person's "hand" gently move in her direction, and the black mist approached her like a thread.

That breath is even stronger!

Li Luo subconsciously frowned, and his figure stepped back again. She had learned a lot of techniques, but they were all done according to the routines of the mental method, and at the moment, neither her cultivation nor the mental method could allow her to exert the means of attack.

Stepping back, it seems, was the only way for her.

Seeing her predicament here, Fu Sihan hurriedly threw the folding fan in his hand, and the fan, which looked simple and unpretentious, actually cut off the black fog vividly. The man's "hand" shrank suddenly, as if this blow had annoyed him, and as if he had found that Liluo was not much of a threat at all, he didn't attack her again, but immediately turned around to face Fu Sihan.

In an instant, Fu Sihan's pressure increased suddenly, and he hurriedly cheered up, and used his spiritual power to manipulate the swallowtail light lacquer fan to cut at the black mist man again like just now.

It's a pity that compared to being caught off guard and injured before, the Black Mist people reacted more quickly, and the two were at a stalemate for a while.

That breath seems to have faded slightly......

The situation here is relatively relaxed, and he exhaled softly and thought, and then, thinking about what he had just thought, he was stunned, and his eyes raised to look at the black mist surging on his body not far away, as if he wanted to encircle Fu Sihan, and then looked at Fu Sihan, who was fighting desperately and looked nervous, his expression was a little obscure.

Strange, she had an intuition inexplicably, she felt that Fu Sihan didn't seem to feel that breath.

It had no taste, no anomalies, and it was impossible to even perceive its existence, but it gave people a strong sense of suffocation.

It's so rich.

It's so scary.

It's so creepy.

Let her just feel a little, and it evokes the deepest fear in her body, and she subconsciously reacts backwards.

Otherwise, without Fu Sihan's cultivation, how could she know the danger and avoid it in time?

It's just that, in such a danger, is she so useless that she can only avoid it?

The question in her heart was like self-deprecation, but her face was calm and abnormal, she ignored the unwillingness in her heart and thought calmly.

Suddenly, an image flashed through my mind.

Wait, if that's the case......

Fu Sihan fought extremely hard, and the word "hard" was really rare for him.

Whenever an enemy is attacked, find its weakness and attack it.

He has been whirling around for a while, but he has never been able to find his weakness. The accident just now seemed to make this black fog man guarded, and he sacrificed a swallowtail light paint fan, looking for an opportunity in the air, but this magic weapon was actually played by this black fog man. The black mist filament, lightly touching the fan, although it could not be eroded, it also changed the direction of his attack.

This fan is not used like this.

He gritted his teeth, simply withdrew the fan, held it with his hand, and quickly took out a Julingsan from his sleeve with the other hand, and swallowed it.

The black mist on this monster's body can attack and defend.

It's just fog, he thought hatefully.

The slender and bony fingers grasped the handle of the fan, and with a little force, the silver like frost spread from the handle to the fan bone, and almost instantly, the entire fan surface exuded a thin chill.

The silver moon is like a hook.

He waved the fan upright, and the air emitted small particles that were slightly translucent, like water mist, but it didn't seem to be, but under the background of the black fog man, it was even more white mist.

Looking at the mist around him, Fu Sihan smiled lightly, this monster didn't just rely on his black mist, no matter how flexible he was, he was afraid that it was not pervasive.

These are transformed by his magic, and he has to digest them well!

Sure enough, this trick seemed to work, and the black fog monster's body was suddenly a little stiff and sluggish compared to the previous flexibility.

Golden opportunity.

Fu Si relaxed in the cold, compared to the tension just now, he was more handy now.

The fingers on the fan surface regenerated with force, and the white fan surface, with shallow lines, slowly appeared, if she could see it at this time, she would inevitably find that this pattern was somewhat similar to what she had seen in Edgeworth before.

Suddenly, pieces of crystal light flew out, like blades, completely shooting into the black mist man, popping.

And if you look closely, you will find that the crystal is actually made of water, a thin piece, only to sigh at the caster's delicate operation, the spiritual power is attached to it, condensed in the air, and dissolves into the black mist human body.

For a while, the Black Mist people were at a disadvantage, but in less than an instant, the restraints on the Black Mist people seemed to have all dissipated.

How?!

Fu Sihan's face, who immediately felt the change, changed suddenly, and his hands moved faster, wanting to force down the ability of the Black Mist Man.

It's just that this is his delusion?

Fu Sihan, who had a shallow sweat on his forehead, blinked, why did he feel that the black mist on this monster's body was even thicker......

Feeling that the aura in his body was gradually depleted, and the pain and weakness slowly spread from his limbs, Fu Sihan decisively took out a gathering of Lingsan from his sleeve and swallowed it, chanting the mantra in his heart, his eyes staring at the black mist in front of him, and the handle of the fan danced even more between his fingers.

When he finishes reciting this mantra, he will definitely want this man......

Suddenly, the body couldn't help but sway.

He barely held his body, and continued to use his spells to resist the sweeping black mist, but a trace of intense uneasiness welled up in his heart.

No, that gathering spirit is to squeeze all the essence and spirit in the body to obtain spiritual power, and the pain in the body is inevitable, he knows.

But right now, what is this sudden drowsiness?

His eyelids moved slightly, why did he get more and more sleepy?

Why can't you control this sleepiness?

Why is it so hard to open your eyes completely?

The mantra was intermittently incomplete, looking at the approaching black fog, he couldn't help despairing, suddenly he seemed to remember something, and turned his head with great difficulty to look for it, but saw a white ribbon thrown over sharply, and the small figure followed!