The paper umbrella turned into a long rainbow and slashed, and under the shadow, the transparent hose was like a group of snakes burned by a laser, and it instantly disappeared.

More hoses grew wildly, and a few of them rushed straight from behind to Kong Feiti, who was holding Bai Wang's left hand, and was rolled and cut into several pieces by the corners of his prison clothes, and fell down cracklingly.

"Brother...... Please leave me alone...... Let me go......" Kong Feiti pleaded as he stared at the wound on the white king's shoulder that had been grazed by a hose. The ground was already crawling with twisted and intertwined transparent hoses, and he was picked up by the White King with one hand and firmly tied to his body with the ribbon of the finch prisoner, but the White King lost a lot of protection because of this, and was constantly attacked by the hose that Ning was hoping to urge.

"Don't speak." The white king's body turned, and the paper umbrella in his hand slashed one hundred and eighty degrees, and once again cut off a few hoses that rushed to his face.

Opposite the two of them, Ning hoped that his whole body would shine, as if a god had descended. He was hunting in a white robe, with a transparent heart hanging behind him, and the vermilion frosted cup in his hand was tilted, and the brown liquid poured out of it in a steady stream, which had converged into a small lake around the windmill.

Since the beginning of the battle, Ning Yizhi has been attacking the White King remotely with the hose summoned by the transparent heart, but he has been constantly splashing the liquid with the teacup marker in his hand. Although the hoses didn't know what to do other than keep attacking them like snakes, the White King knew exactly what the teacup marker was.

Its name is Sanskrit, and the tea-like things that fall to the ground are not liquids at all, but daytime derivatives that embody the concept of sound waves. At the slightest touch, your mind is filled with endless, chaotic high-pitched noise.

The White King remembers that when he was very young, there used to be a murky moat near the White King's Palace. At that time, Ning Yizhi had warned him not to touch the water of the moat, and he only thought that his father was afraid that he would drown.

Once he pulled Ning Feiti, who had just been able to walk, to play by the river, Ning Feiti pointed to a beautiful stone near the moat and asked him, he didn't think so much at the time, and climbed over the cordon. As a result, before he could get the stone in his hand, the sand and gravel under his feet loosened and he fell. The moment one foot stepped into the river, he seemed to hear the sound of hundreds of blood-stained terrifying killers laughing in his ears at the same time, and at that moment he was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were broken, and the ghost cried wolf and pulled Ning Fei to run away.

The laughter and murmur lasted for three days before it slowly subsided, and no one else could hear him because of the interference of the sound. So he claimed that he was not feeling well, and hid in his room wrapped in a quilt and did not dare to see anyone. After three days, when the voices finally died down, he walked out of the door in a trance.

He never told Ning Yiyi about this with his mother, but the feelings he felt at that time also became his nightmare. In the years that followed, every time he heard someone laugh, he remembered the feeling of his hairs standing on end.

Therefore, when he became the White King, and after the cold war with Ning, he would bury dense daytime devices to block sound near the White King's Palace, just to guard against Ning in the hope that one day he would let those liquids approach him.

But now, they are not within the confines of the White Palace.

Hundreds of python-like hoses swept through the sky under Ning Yi's command, squeezing and entanglement with each other, and finally buckled the two of them down like giant bowls. The liquid on the floor also expands to the level of the bowl mouth.

"There's no point in you locking us up like this." The White King looked at the obscured sky without any waves, and the paper umbrella in his hand was erected.

Ning Yi held up the seal in his hand: "I know that your self-cleansing can destroy any substance at will, but my tubes are not just shelters......"

With his movements, the White King's pupils tightened. He saw that the otherwise transparent pipes had siphoned out the brown sound waves of Sanskrit, and the liquid flowed up the hose, and finally completely replaced the air in the hose.

“…… They can also give you some cool rain. ”

As soon as Ning Yiyi's voice fell, the hose above his head suddenly burst open. The white king's eyes were quick, and he quickly opened the paper umbrella with a flick of his right hand. The droplets from the hose crackled against the umbrella, about to penetrate the umbrella's self-contained defenses......

Bang......

A fire burst out from the White King's body, enveloping him and Kong Feiti tightly.

Not far away, Ning Yiyi saw this scene and laughed: "Have you finally used the third seal?" ”

Crimson flames swept upward, burning the Sanskrit liquid and the hoses above them to ashes. After the flames, the White King's face was shadowy, and his expression became even more gloomy: "Is there any other means?" Use it to your heart's content! ”

"That's nature." Ning Yiyi smiled, flipped his right hand holding the teacup, and raised a speck of light in the position where the teacup was hidden in the palm of his hand, "Speaking of which, you shouldn't have seen my seal Siyuan, right?" ”

"How?" The White King replied indifferently. The flames around him flowed like fluid over the finches on his body and the self-cleaning in his hands, coating them with a film of extremely high temperature.

"Nothing." Ning Yi twisted the light spot and threw it in the direction of the White King, "Your third seal is very powerful, but in this battle, it ends here." ”

The White King stared at the point of light floating slowly, and his heart was a little uneasy, but he still raised himself to deal with it leisurely, and at the same time his body retreated, avoiding the possible effects of this point of light.

However, the point of light flew halfway and disappeared like a cigarette butt that had been extinguished.

At the same time as the light point disappeared, the flames covering him and Kong Feiti disappeared with it.

What's going on...... What happened......

His eyes widened, and the White King raised the paper umbrella in his right hand in disbelief, and the flames on it disappeared completely. It was as if his seal, the fire, had never existed, and he couldn't summon it even if he tried his best to contemplate it.

"Feel it, this is the power of Siyuan." Ning Yi opened his arms and laughed wickedly, "Even if the third seal you newly summoned has the ability to reach the sky, Siyuan can make him unable to summon it for a whole day to be sealed back into your body. How's that, like the gift I have for you? ”

The White King was silent, and Kong Feiti, who was holding it in his left hand, grabbed his sleeve and persuaded, "Brother...... If we can't beat him, let's run away...... Leave the throne alone...... If he wants it, it will be better to give it back to him......"

"Run? It doesn't seem like a no-brainer. Ning Fei smiled tirelessly, "You should almost feel how your other finch prisoner is, right?" ”