Harvesting the monsters around him again, Qing glanced back at the second young master of the Han family who was protecting Eleven, and couldn't help but bow his head and smile, that smile couldn't tell whether it was helplessness or dissatisfaction. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Eleven's wooden sword hit the woman's heart, and suddenly a sense of uneasiness rose, and her body involuntarily retreated backwards, and she raised her foot, only to hear a 'bang', her right leg hurt, and a blood mark appeared on it.

Why did you forget the countless bubbles on the woman's body!

Pulling out the wooden sword, the body quickly retreated a few meters, the hellfire burned the woman's chest in half, and the moment the flames left the body, the bubbles on the body rolled to the middle, and in the blink of an eye, the large hole that burned out was closed again.

Eleven frowned, and with a flick of her left hand, the blood droplets that flowed out immediately appeared in her palm, forming a circular blood droplet. Without looking, he opened his mouth and listened to the drops of blood.

The woman stood up from the ground, and Eleven found that half of the head that had been burst by Han Leng had grown again, and all the bubbles on her body were revealed, densely pasted on her body, and she still held the blood-dripping magic bell in her hand.

Eleven's eyes lit slightly, this time I won't be confused by you again!

The woman really raised the magic bell again, this time Eleven listened carefully, and there was a trace of magic in the crisp sound of the bell, which came into Eleven's ears as if it were nothing, if you don't pay attention, it is easy to be bewitched.

I should not be afraid of illusion, but why am I confused by this illusion?

While Eleven was puzzled, Han Leng, who was paying attention to Eleven, frowned and looked at her injured part. I was only worried about her safety before, but I didn't notice it at the first time, and she had no more than four wounds on her body. Although they had all stopped bleeding, the blood stains on their clothes were a little scary, which caused Han Leng to be full of dissatisfaction.

And the injury to her ankle, before she knew it, Eleven had suffered the most injuries among them!

Suddenly, a slight voice sounded in Han Leng's ears, like a song far away in the sky, and like a whisper close to his ear, this obviously contradictory but unexpectedly harmonious sound distance made Han Leng suddenly shocked on the spot.

This is...... The power of words!?

Although the techniques are different, the strange way of expressing spiritual power can never be other than the power of words and spirits.

The power of the illusion that triggered that magic bell was the spirit of words!

"Eleven, use the enchantment to protect the body!" Han Leng immediately shouted at Eleven.

Unexpectedly, it was still a step too late, and Eleven was stunned again. The woman walked forward slowly, the magic bell in her hand was still flickering, only to hear the crisp sound of the 'jingle bell', Eleven raised the wooden sword in her hand and wanted to throw it into the distance.

Han Leng didn't care much, and his feet came to Eleven's face quickly, just as the woman stretched out her left hand, red and sharp nails grew on her five fingers, and dug towards Eleven's heart. Han Leng didn't want to punch at the woman, only to hear a 'bang', the woman took a few steps back, but did not fall, until Han Leng covered her calves and frowned tightly, and a stream of bright red blood gradually emerged from Han Leng's fingers.

What was it just now?

Han Leng, who had never fought with bubbles, didn't know how to attack bubbles, and when he saw Eleven injured before, because of his location, he once thought it was a bubble explosion, but now it seems that it is not what he thought.

The sound of the explosion in this life just woke up Eleven, who had been hit by the illusion, and Eleven first looked around blankly, and his eyes immediately returned to coldness.

Obviously you have already taken precautions, why do you still get hit?

"She urged the magic bell to release the illusion, which is the power of words." Han Leng covered his wound and said coldly.

"The power of words?" Thinking of Taiqing's words in the persimmon forest in Beijing before, Eleven couldn't help but be a little puzzled, "If people are words, then why didn't I hear the voice." ”

"You didn't hear the voice?" Han Leng asked in surprise.

Eleven nodded.

This is strange, although the voice is strange, but it is not within the range of inaudible, why is it only heard by yourself? Or is it only Eleven who can't hear it?

Han Leng didn't have time to think about it, the woman held the magic bell and stood up again, this time she looked at Han Leng and Eleven coldly, obviously treating Han Leng, the guy who had injured her three or four times, as an enemy.

"Anyway, protect yourself with the enchantment first."

The mystery of the power of words and spirits, Han Leng is still in the exploration stage, but he vaguely understands from the master of Hong Kong Wuxiang that curses can be shielded with enchantments, although it is not 100% effective, but the probability of success is still quite large. Since this special spirit of curse can be blocked by the enchantment, then this kind of illusion spirit should also be able to be blocked by the enchantment!

Han Leng casually added an enchantment to Eleven and himself. The woman held the magic bell and kept shaking, and the slight voice sounded in Han Leng's ears again, and when she turned her head to see Eleven's unchanged face, he was sure that Eleven really couldn't hear this voice. I decided in my heart that since Eleven can't hear, then I'll be Eleven's ears!

Eleven, under the protection of the enchantment, did not see the woman speak, but the sound of 'thunderbolt' came from the enchantment around her, although it was faint, but when she was close by, she could naturally hear it clearly.

Something is being blocked by the barrier!

Han Leng was in a delicate state at this time, the woman's voice was sometimes as far away as the horizon, and sometimes close at hand, so that he quickly entered a mysterious realm, and the picture of himself groping for the cultivation of the power of words and spirits in the master of Wuxiang kept flashing in his brain, accompanied by the voice of the woman's voice and different speaking speeds, there was no doubt before, it seemed that he had figured it out at once, and some of the detours suddenly knew how to use it simply and effectively, as if everything was clear.

Because of the protection of Han Leng's enchantment, Eleven was not affected by the illusion this time, and he had confidence in his heart, without the illusion, the woman was not his opponent at all.

With the force under his feet, his body suddenly rushed out, holding the wooden sword and facing the woman fiercely.

Lin Haotian on the side saw that Eleven was finally no longer confused by the woman's bell, and he guessed in his heart that he was relieved, gathered his mind, and concentrated on doing his own thing.

This clearing, which looks like there is nothing, enters unexpectedly. There is obviously no enchantment around, but there is colorless spiritual power filled with it, some of these spiritual powers are left by the primordial array people, some are absorbed from Eleven, and the rest are all transformed by the magic power of such monsters. (To be continued.) )