Suddenly, Master Kongzhì raised his hand, and the tables, chairs, cutlery, and broken sculptures around him floated into the air, pointing a sharp end at the still weeping webweaver.

The weaver's eyes lit up with hatred, and she took off her wide robe, which was covered with a waistcoat and a short leather skirt that resembled a man's. There were two silver spears hanging from the outside of her thighs, and I saw her pull out and flick them, and the two wooden handles, the silver spears that were as beautiful as works of art, were firmly held in the hands of the weaver, and the muzzles of the guns were pointed at the master.

The atmosphere froze instantly. The Prophet opened his mouth to say something, and the webweaver's gun went off first. The silver warhead burst through the atmosphere in slow motion, and it passed through the shield of the two-tiered wooden furniture, and then brushed over the scattered utensils, burning red magical flames from the inside out, flying towards Master Kongzhì.

Frozen, poisonous, and scorching, all sorts of magical bullets leaped out of the pitch-black muzzles, glowing with different colors of magic on them, and then slammed into various targets one after another.

Half of the chair fell from the air wrapped in crushed ice. Master Kongzhì's face turned pale, and he used all his strength to manipulate the objects in the air, blocking the flight path of the bullet.

But how could ordinary material items be the opponent of special magic bullets, and soon they were broken into countless pieces. The master could not even maintain his afloat any longer, and the wolf fell from the air and rolled a few times before he stopped.

"If you still don't confess, pay with your life!" the webweaver peeled off the hot bullet casings and stuffed the new magic bullet into the revolver of his pistol.

"Damn, how could she have magic guns, or two!" Master Kongzhì hid behind the marble stone pillar, regretting his recklessness. But now he can't go back, and he has no way back.

The webweaver had a gloomy face, his eyes fixed on the stone pillar where Master Kongzhì was. She roughly judged the position of the master, and when she pulled the trigger, she flicked her hand slightly, and the bullet turned around in a strange arc, and she was about to hit the master of the milli central control!

Master Kongzhì reacted quickly, and the hard marble pillar behind him began to crack in the middle in a strange way, and the broken part was just in the way of blocking the extremely fast bullet. Suddenly, bullets and fragments disarmed, and a pile of marble shards exploded.

The marble pillars slowly fell, bringing up a cloud of white dust. The weaver quickly pulled the trigger with both hands, and with memory, fired several shots in the direction of the master.

In the white smoke, there was no explosion, and it was unusually calm.

When the dust cleared, the figure of the master was revealed. He clutched his stomach and stared at the five bullets of different colors in the air. The silver bullet actually stopped in the air, and it didn't move.

The webweaver senses that something is wrong and tries to escape. And in the next instant, the master glared hard, and all the bullets followed their original trajectory, shooting at a faster speed towards the webweaver.

Seeing that there was no escape, the webweaver raised the muzzle of his gun and fired several shots, each of which hit the returning bullet. Bullets collided in pairs, and a brilliant cloud of magical fireworks erupted.

Master Zha�� spat out a mouthful of blood. Catching bullets is not something he can do, and if it weren't for his sense of survival that has stimulated his potential in a critical moment, he might not be alive now.

He didn't expect that the seemingly weak witch in the team would be proficient in such powerful spearmanship. It seems that every wizard who can survive the control of the diocese has his own secret weapon.

It is unlikely that he will make the same counterattack again. Even the original ability is much weaker because of the overdraft. However, the other party's bullets are not infinite, and she should be almost out of bullets now......

Master Kongzhì thought as he put down the heavy but useless items, and only manipulated sharp and light things like knives and forks. After reducing the number of things he manipulated, his mental brake became a little more flexible, and the glittering knife swam quickly towards the weaver like a school of silver barracuda feeding.

The webweaver had a little anxiety on her face, she really didn't have many bullets left. In order to save bullets, she did not shoot, but rolled to dodge the attack.

The knives nimbly turned a corner and continued to stab at the webweaver.

As long as the master still has the strength to manipulate, they will not stop.

"If you don't come to help, Master Zhì is the murderer, and if you let him recover, he will definitely kill us all!" said the webweaver loudly as he dodged.

Master Kongzhì squirted a mouthful of blood: "I think you are the murderer, and you are still sowing discord here!"

"If you're not the murderer, why did you want to attack me in the first place?"

"I ......" Master Zha�� was speechless, but the weaver of the net let the Buddha confirm this: "Prophet, Liu, the three of us will subdue this murderer together!"

"Don't listen to her, she'll kill you with that strange spear skill after that!

"I'm running out of bullets, and without a gun, my strength wouldn't be a threat to anyone at all. And no one can defeat Master Kongzhì alone, his witchcraft is too dangerous!"

"Just because of this?!What kind of witchcraft do I have, and it's not up to me to choose, you madwoman!" shouted Master Kongzhì.

“…… She's right, what do you think, Prophet?" said the Prophet crouching in the shadows and the Prophet next to him.

"No matter what the truth is, I, an old man with little combat power, can't help. What is your choice, young man? Judging by your skills, you should also have a skill. ”

The stream didn't speak, and gradually merged with the shadows.

In the hall, Master Kongzhì gradually felt a little struggling. The side effects of his overdraft ability just now gradually began to play out, and he felt that he was gradually unable to control the items as he wanted.

The webweavers are aware of this, too. She fired an occasional shot, but each shot was timed just in time for the master to prepare for the attack, and he had to manipulate the objects around him to help him block the bullets. And while he did this, he could no longer control the dinner knife.

This made Master Khan feel very uncomfortable, and it was as if the webweaver had deliberately shot at his most uncomfortable moment.

The webweavers were also able to breathe. But her bullets are non-renewable, and the longer it drags on, the worse it will be for her.

Master Kongzhì gasped and looked around. The furniture, stone pillars, and other large pieces of the surrounding furniture were shattered, and if any more bullets flew at him, he would have no way to avoid it.

He stepped back, looking for something he could use.

At this moment, Stream suddenly burst out of the shadows, and he held a short black dagger that was not reflective, and pounced on Master Kongzhì. Caught off guard, the master had no countermeasures, so he had to dodge in the narrow passage that opened on one side.

The webweaver took advantage of the opportunity to run. She is no longer stingy with bullets, and wants to make Master Kongzhì unable to stand up again when she works with Liu.

PS: I'm sorry, it took a long time to write this chapter, so I owe a change first.