The faceless man on the opposite side was holding the magic trick with both hands, and the face behind the mask seemed to have a smile, and the shadows around him seemed to be alive, dancing wildly beside him: "That's right, Fourth Miss of the Yan Family, you are not only not weak, but also strong enough. ”

He also had wounds on his body, but strangely enough, instead of blood, it was black, granular substance. As the spell in his hand ended, the black mist above the sky swirled rapidly.

The black fog seemed to be stirred by a strong wind, and the clouds seemed to be disturbed and turned black. The black mist twisted and condensed, turning into a huge pillar that reached the sky and the earth, and the surrounding air seemed to be affected by it, and the wind suddenly rose.

The wind and waves hit Yan Zining's body head-on, like a stream of water rushing towards the rock, and it was split in two. Yan Zining narrowed her eyes and covered her hands in front of her, her sleeves hunting in the wind. In front of her, it was dark.

The blazing white flames in her eye sockets shrank suddenly, and in an instant, she was looking at everything in front of her again. I saw that below the huge pillar, black mist mixed with shadows rose, and all the shadows in this area rushed straight into the sky as if they were alive.

Her shadow is no exception. The shadow under Yan Zining's feet was like a long black river, flowing backwards into the giant pillar in the sky, and at the same time, she felt a strong force appear under her feet, as if to bind her in place.

Yan Zining snorted coldly, and the flames in her body suddenly burst out, rushing left and right in her body, and the shadow under her body was also ignited, shattering inch by inch, turning into a particle-like black mist that dissipated in the air.

She looked up, and the black pillars twisted and expanded in the air, dyeing the surrounding area inky like a tomb of light, and the black mist surrounded it, echoing each other, churning the air into the wind, swallowing everything up.

Suddenly, the speed of the black giant pillar rotated more violently, and the wind became more urgent, and five deep black mist flowed down from the bottom of the giant pillar, and then suddenly turned violently, and five black fingers with blade-like nails condensed.

The Faceless One pointed at Yan Zining and chuckled, "Shadow Palm." With his words, the black giant palm slowly pressed down, its color was dark, and the billowing thick fog overflowed, like the sky in the middle of the night, and the five fingers were like small black hills, whistling down with a strong wind.

The strong wind pressure made Yan Zining can't help but squint her eyes, and the wind cut her face like a knife, making her wound faintly painful again. The wind and waves were like a large, invisible hand, pressing her to the ground to meet death.

"The old lady will never sit still, at any time!" Yan Zining opened her lips and let out a long roar, flames ignited around her body, baking invisible wind pressure, and the blood on her body was blown up by the wind, melting into pearl-like blood droplets, suspended in the air, and then burned into ashes by the flames.

The wind pressure was broken in one fell swoop, and Yan Zining stepped into the air step by step with the flames, facing the huge black giant palm. Her form seemed small in front of the Shadow Palm, but she stubbornly refused to back down. With a wave of her hand, the blazing white flames turned into a flaming dragon and rushed into the sky.

Her state could only allow her to make a final desperate fight, her body had completely collapsed, blood bursting from the wound, internal organs crumpled into a ball, not to mention that the effect of the elixir was on the verge of disappearing, making her like a candle in the wind.

But she gritted her teeth: "It's nothing!" As long as you can hold on, as long as you can hold on...... There will be hope! Her pupils were a little dilated, and her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, but she still waved her hand stubbornly, and the flame in her hand rushed into the sky with all her strength.

The Faceless One smiled at the scene in front of him, and there seemed to be a slight sigh in his eyes. The shadow palm squeezed the air, and finally fell, and the wave of sky-high fire set off by Yan Zining was only like a small flame in front of the black giant palm.

The shadow palm devoured Yan Zining, like a huge wave eroding a candle flame, and then fell with a bang. The ground shook violently, as if it had experienced a small earthquake, and the boulder tumbled into the sky, shattered by the aftermath of the Shadow Palm.

The shock wave radiated, and the wind followed. The slightly gray houses in the barrier were toyed into the air and torn to pieces, scattering bricks and plants and dusting the sky.

The Shadow Palm struck the ground. Billowing black mist spread out from where it hit, like black waves, and the ground sank deep like soft mud, forming a huge palm print. For a moment, the air was filled with a deep black fog, blocking the view.

The Faceless tightened his robes and seemed to let out a sigh, and he paused for a moment, only to see the black mist rolling in his face. After a pause, he shook his head, wrapped himself in his robe, turned around, and walked away with his legs raised. He felt a chill.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped. The Faceless One's expression moved, and he turned to look in the direction of the palm print. The black mist there shattered, and a trace of golden light tore through the darkness, illuminating the surroundings like dawn, followed by the second and third beams, and countless golden lights radiated out from the gaps in the black mist, and for a while, the light was blazing.

The Faceless One's eyes narrowed behind the mask, and the golden light brought him a hint of warmth for some reason, like the warm sun in the dead of winter, which warmed his somewhat frozen heart slightly.

The black fog was blown away by the strong wind, revealing a blocked scene. Dazzling golden palm prints formed a semi-circular golden shield, obscuring everything from the outside. The splattered rubble was blown away by the palm wind and scattered all over the ground.

Under the shield, Yan Zining, who had returned to the Qi training period and was scarred, and a middle-aged man with white sideburns. Yan Zining knelt on the ground, a crack cracked in the gray air next to her, revealing the colorful world outside the enchantment, obviously the middle-aged man tore the enchantment from here to enter.

"Uncle Bao, thank you." Yan Zining coughed up a mouthful of blood, and her phoenix eyes revealed sincere gratitude. "No, miss, I came too late to make you so badly injured, and I will excuse myself when I go back." Uncle Bao's eyes were full of self-blame and guilt, and then he turned his head to look at the faceless one, his fiery anger accumulating, waiting to explode.

"The Yan family will remember your provocation, and what awaits you will be endless tracking and searching." Uncle Bao's face was full of solemnity, obviously conveying the meaning of the Yan family, not a casual joke.

"So what's the matter?" The corners of his mouth grinned under the mask of the Faceless, he knew that the assassination was a failure, but he did not regret it. He bowed slightly towards Yan Zining: "If I'm not mistaken, you have been poisoned by deadly fire poison, and your life is in danger...... We sincerely hope you get through this time. ”