Fu Linmei and Charlene continued to stay where they were, they were far from the front line, but that didn't mean it was safe. Just after Aili and the others were separated, Fu Linmei once again caught a glimpse of the figure that appeared in the corner of the wall. The shadow didn't have the slightest idea of dodging, but not everyone could notice him.

After placing Charlene, let him sit easily against the courtyard wall, and then Fu Linmei turned to a place farther away from Charlene, but he could still see Charlene. It doesn't affect the person at rest here, and at the same time prevents him from having strange situations.

"This place has been hiding, you don't seem to be here to spy on it." Fu Linmei said loudly to someone looking for trouble in a corner, although she didn't hope that the other party would come out, but she couldn't let her guard down, believing that reality was the dogma that Fu Linmei followed.

Her words did not immediately bring about changes in the surrounding environment, and a figure appeared in the shadows as if she were talking to herself. He seemed to have taken off a simple invisibility cloak and appeared in front of Fu Linmei's eyes without hindrance, and this appearance also surprised Charlene in the distance. Unexpectedly, such a person appeared, his whole body was tightly wrapped in cloth, like an ancient ninja.

When this basic information was discovered, Fu Linmei's rich brain began to search for and search for the information she had found. Of course, she soon knew that the other party was a depraved person called Tsunajo, but she didn't know anything other than the nature of his appearance as a ninja. Whether it is the information of the mask, or the qiē provided by the gast, it is useless, this man's past seems to be living in darkness, not only him, but the information of the entire army of the fallen is blank, which is a disaster for Fu Linmei, who has always used data as combat material.

"You must have served it." Fu Linmei teased him with only words. If necessary, she would even sacrifice Hue to defeat all enemies, and Fu Linmei was more important than anyone else in terms of victory as a prerequisite. Joy, anger, sorrow and happiness don't matter at all, and the things in her heart and thoughts are not chaotic, this is Fu Linmei, her ability is not so much brought by the mask as innate. It is better to say that it was because of the nurturing of the dear brother when he was young, if the brother had not left early.

The ninja doesn't speak, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a sense of the future, and he's overconfident in the fight. Fu Linmei never believed that any one of the Ten Legions was not an elite, so as if by default, she also acquiesced to this mutual affectionate gaze. No suspicion, no exaggerated preparation. Just look at him and feel his aura and spiritual pressure form.

How long did this behavior last, the murderous aura on the field was changing, and Charlene in the environment could barely withstand the pressure of the sudden changes on the field, and all she could feel was despair. The belief of life or death and the strongest persistent ** are not suitable for Charlene at all, and he moves his uncomfortable body in pain. The feeling of vertigo is even worse, constantly bringing a rumbling sound to the brain.

"Charlene, don't move at this time, okay?" It was like a pleading. Fu Linmei is rare that she is not joking, in the past, this senior was even more difficult to deal with than Yuejiu, mainly because she can not only guess people's behavior, but also guess people's psychology. But at this moment, Fu Linmei didn't seem to be able to spare a little space and energy to speak properly, and she didn't even turn her head back.

"But, senior sister, I'm really sorry. The low air pressure here is like the Himalayas, making me breathless" Charlene supported his body to prevent himself from lying down, he closed one eye in pain, as if he could relieve the pressure by virtue of this, but as a human body, he didn't know that this environment was commonplace in masked level battles, and the strong and turbulent spirit flow was like a high-pressure belt, and it was already good for a human like Charlene to be able to maintain consciousness, and ordinary humans would go into shock if they were nearby.

"I know, I'll do my best to solve him, please at least stay in that place, don't ask for help, don't ask for bystanders, just protect yourself." Fu Linmei's mask has long been formed on her cheeks, and the power of kindness and disobedience summons the sword in her hand, this reborn sword is completely different from before, and the power and name it carries can be forgotten for a long time, but the characteristics of the sword itself will not change.

Spiritual weapons symbolize the strength of the user, which is as constant as the human being's height, weight, lung capacity, and grip strength, but more stable. Human beings may lose their grip strength due to accidents and cause disabilities, but human beings themselves will not change their past movements, and the same is true for Fu Linmei's sword blade weapons.

She held the sword downward, and the blade walked forward in the backward direction, it looked like she was forcing back the end that was constantly moving, but in fact, it was better to say that the other party kept a very tacit distance, from the beginning it was that length, changing its position at a constant speed every moment, and it didn't look like a human would move at all.

"You decisively let your companions watch, isn't it a little confident? Giving up the help of a companion may make it easy for you, or you may put yourself in a difficult situation. Is this your choice rather than a danger with your accomplices? If it were him, he wouldn't do it. Speaking to himself, it would not affect his spiritual pressure control and distance grasp in the slightest, not only the distance, but also the edge line of the two spiritual power hedging in the entire illusory space never disrupted the shape.

Fu Linmei didn't answer, but still continued to move forward, not too fast but frightening step by step, revealing an indescribable murderous aura, and it was this momentum that pushed Xia Lin, a pedestrian, to an even more uncomfortable edge. For Charlene, their catwalk is more like a game than a fight, a game to do with all their strength.

Suddenly, Fu Linmei stopped, she didn't choose to follow the footsteps on such a useless chase end, she saw a trace of disorder in the spiritual pressure on the side of the end and was a little surprised, but the enemy was worthy of being a ninja, and he could immediately replenish the convection of qi and gain a firm foothold.

After this simple pause, Fu Linmei keenly calculated the opponent's reaction time and the braking time of the body's functions, and she could easily form a systematic and comprehensive calculation formula in her brain, and use it in the next battle. When Charlene was about to lose it, she actually felt a little bit of the flow of spirits, and felt that it was not as dangerous as just now, and the load of her heart could withstand the disturbance of strength and began to become much more comfortable, and she could observe their battle carefully.

But nothing happened, for the next ten minutes or so, the two of them ignored Xia Lin behind them and stood all the time, because the end was too far away and Fu Linmei was facing away from her, so Xia Lin didn't know if they were sleeping with their eyes closed.

Fu Linmei's knife cut through the air, and although the whistling sound was there, the speed made it almost negligible. It approached the lower end of the end mask like a gust of wind, and if the trajectory had been faster, and more suddenly, it might have been able to cut to the chin on the end instead of the afterimage. Fu Linmei, who fluttered in the air, flexibly rotated the hilt of the sword with his right hand, as if showing a handicraft, rather than a weapon, using the gray-white long sword, the slender sword body changed direction, and immediately stabbed from Fu Linmei's waist to the back and properly guarded the back.

Sure enough, the ninja also used a small knife to slash Fu Linmei's back, no matter what method he used to pass through Fu Linmei's airtight surveillance, the offensive attack on the end was enough for Fu Linmei to prove one thing, that is, this is the biggest attack on the end**.

A person's attack does not matter how much authority he has, but he must have the authority of thought. The attack on the end reflects this from a deep level, his attack does not carry **, and the attack without ideas is futile.

With this grasp, Fu Linmei once again calculated the final victory rate between the end and herself, and this kind of back and forth could not satisfy Fu Linmei at all. She kicked her back and bounced off her body, then moved to get away and quickly stopped selling a hole.

She could clearly feel that the soft attack on the end as if it was on a mission was approaching her and piercing into her lower back, and after gently dodging, Fu Linmei turned around again. When the edge was evaded, Fu Linmei happily raised her sword, shot faster than ever, and chose a more lethal position than anywhere else to make a thrust forward.

The terrifying sword then pierced through the black ninja suit on the end, and the blood splattered and stained red. For the end that endured the pain and wanted to fight back, Fu Linmei just reached out and grabbed the right hand on the end and then attached the corresponding attribute of the mask power to his sword blade, when the violent spirit son was poured into the enemy's body by the weapon, it could cause terrible consequences, and even for the explosion of **. The end of the human body was different from that of a mask or a demon, he couldn't withstand the first wave of painful attacks at all, and the strength in his hand was half relaxed, and then Fu Linmei seized the opportunity to jerk forward.

The blade of the sword exuded a cold aura, and the sword light was dyed with a layer of bright red, I didn't expect that one of the fallen people would be so easy to deal with, Fu Linmei, who thought so, pulled out the sword suddenly, and then pushed it away and thought about it like a corpse. In less than five minutes, Fu Linmei did such a surprising thing

Immediately, her vision had to shift with the flow of power, and she saw that the end of the distance beside her was still standing intact at the original distance. Tricks or stand-ins don't always explain why it's so real.

"Not bad, Miss Fu Linmei." The applause was lined up by the palms of the thick gloves, and there was a sense of dissonance, as if there was some kind of sound hidden beyond that. "It opened my eyes, but you still haven't touched me, and my doppelganger is already in it."

Fu Linmei realized what this guy was talking about, his weak applause was also a trick at all, as a stand-in for being stabbed by Fu Linmei, it was just a stake. But this wood itself is also a Lingzi bombshell, and its power is even no less than the bomb detonated in Chen Jing's path.

The rising flames, the burning of the bomb core, all the movements were confused by the applause, and Fu Linmei turned to look at the increasingly bulging mechanism under him, he was about to explode