When mentioning the origin of the puppeteer, there is such a passage in the official propaganda: It originated in the country of medicine, flourished in the country of aversion to art, and did not survive in the war of the twelve countries. Thirty years after its decline, a cattle farmer passed through the war-torn land, picked up the ancient books of the puppet master, changed his life in one fell swoop, and established a new puppet division faction.

"Farmer Daocheng, the ancestor of the new puppet master faction, is probably more than a hundred and fifty years old."

"Hey, you can recognize me?"

"I heard that you died of old age fifty years ago, how can you still appear in the territory of my Cloud Peak Country?"

"That's a good question...... Feel the answer with your own body, babbling hahaha......"

The voice laughed sharply, and stopped abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, the puppet people standing in front of Lin Xun turned the joints on their bodies "gala" and "gala" and moved slowly.

"Drink!"

One of the puppets escaped underground, and soon, the remaining puppeteers had their own changes and disappeared into the night, leaving only the puppeteer with the darkiron dagger.

He held his head high, his gaze grim.

Lin Xun couldn't see his expression, but he seemed to be able to see him laughing.

In the moonlight, the dark iron sword shone coldly.

The wind blew on their faces and on the corners of their clothes.

It's a little cold.

The firelight in the distance reflected many figures who were fighting, some players and some ordinary soldiers.

When one falls, another responds.

Occasionally, a few white lights flashed in the pile of corpses, and they were dead players who would be reborn in Flying Immortal Island unscathed.

Ordinary soldiers will not have this chance of resurrection.

"Three are buried in the ground, two are integrated into the air as defensive shields, and one holds the laws of space, and it is this person who has cut off my Ring of Michael, and as for the others, ......"

Lin Xun can only see so much for the time being.

Among them, there are capable people who can shield their own breath, and Lin Xun's current strength cannot be completely seen through.

The twelve puppets have their own wonderful uses, and if they are taken out separately, the strength of each one will not exceed the legendary level, but they have a variety of different skills, and these twelve different skill combinations often make even catastrophic masters easily killed.

If Lin Xun is an ordinary player, there is no need to even fight, and if he can't see through the other party's hiding place, he can only hold his head and be beaten.

But now, he's not an ordinary player, he's an NPC.

The NPC's body has its conveniences, but it also has its Achilles' heels.

The puppet's actions will not consume too much spiritual power, and it is almost impossible to use the art of escape to consume and drag them down. At the same time, the twelve of them are in the same body, sharing information with each other, and constantly changing their positions.

If you want to crack this puppet circle, the only way is to violently crush and kill one of them in an instant, so that you can have a chance to break through, and the longer the battle drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for the trapped person.

It's a pity that Lin Xun doesn't have a good weapon in his hands now, even if he has such a super combat awareness, it is difficult to fully use it.

"Among these twelve puppets, there will definitely be one with healing skills, if you can't kill with one hit, then he may be instantly healed and deal a fatal blow to me."

Lin Xun gritted his teeth and tried hard to think of countermeasures.

At this time, the puppet holding the Xuantie Sword disappeared.

Lin Xun's pupils suddenly constricted, and he almost subconsciously fell to the ground, avoiding the blade that grazed his neck very dangerously.

The opponent's formation has ended, and it has only been more than ten seconds!

Bang!

The other party took advantage of the situation to attack again, and every blow came according to the death hole, Lin Xun barely resisted with a bone spear, and the two different forces collided brutally, shaking Lin Xun's arm numb.

It's so heavy!

Lin Xun was secretly taken aback, rolled over, dodged outward, and sent a bone spear out of his hand, stabbing at the opponent's back.

Sonor!

Click!

As soon as the bone spear was slightly forced, there was a cracking sound, and a pitch-black arm poked out from the void and grabbed the tip of his weapon, Lin Xun was taken aback and immediately threw away his hand.

"Is this still human? It's a steel diamond. ”

Before he could stand firm, another arm reached out and tried to grab his shoulder.

Lin Xun heard the sound of the wind in his ears, so he naturally changed positions and hid, trying to gather the spiritual power in the palm of his hand, but he couldn't gather it.

Lin Shuo is a natural genius, a descendant of the ancient gods, and his attack moves are naturally not known to everyone, and Yunri, an NPC without any offensive skills, has shown a great disadvantage at this moment.

Rumble!

There was a sound of stones popping behind him, and several figures came out of the ground, approaching Lin Xun's side like ghosts, and they all made a hugging gesture, blocking Lin Xun's way in all directions, trying to capture him alive.

"Could it be that I, Lin Xun, am going to die here today?!" Lin Xun gritted his teeth, used his empty fist as a weapon, wrapped in spiritual power, and blasted towards one of the weaker figures.

The twelve were concentric, and after feeling the impact, they decisively gave up this encirclement and suppression, blocking the shadow.

Lin Xun's fist seemed to hit the iron plate, and he suddenly felt a piercing pain.

He endured this inhuman pain, immediately turned over and leaned back, using his strength to send his body out, and began to condense his spiritual power again in the air, ready for the second wave of impact at any time.

"Unwilling, unwilling!"

Three times and two blows were stopped, and his fists were already bloody and fleshy.

The short sword puppet's swordsmanship is very poor, which is not to be feared, but he is always looking for an opportunity to cut down Lin Xun with one blow.

The target of these puppets was only Lin Xun, and the three tails were imprisoned in the mud by them, unable to move.

"Sovereign!"

The three tails were full of tears, struggling frantically, and longing to die for Lin Xun.

However, he couldn't do anything, he could only watch the monarch being besieged by these things that were not human or ghostly!

"Where's the flaw, flaw!"

Pain did not paralyze Lin Xun's will, and at the moment of life and death, people often burst out with stronger strength. He was trying to recall every word and every frame of the puppeteer's official propaganda.

Suddenly, he saw the barrage swiped by the sailors in the live broadcast room.

There is a sailor named "Thousands of Machines" who posted a very eye-catching barrage.

"Anchor, this is one of the twelve puppets' formation, called Nine Deaths and One Life. There are seventy-two kinds of twelve puppet formations, most of which have been lost or are not suitable for the cultivation of today's people, and there are less than ten of them that have survived and are widely used, among which the Nine Deaths Transformation Formation is the most difficult. 166 Reading Network