"Someone touched the mechanism?!"

Cui Wujian frowned, isn't this place only known to the Heavenly Wolf, how could anyone come?

Don't think about it, Cui Wujian is already ready to kill his mouth, he must not be exposed, no matter who comes, he must die.

He quietly extinguished the light in the chamber and pulled out a small silver ball from his bosom and placed it behind the door, while he himself lay down on the other side of the door.

His strength has now almost recovered to the peak of the fourth level of the source force, but his martial arts are still there, and with the help of the puppeteers, he is confident that as long as the person who comes here on Mengke Island is not Li Tianshen, he is sure that he can deal with it.

Boom!

The hard solid wooden door shattered, and then a figure swung a knife and pounced in, but Cui Wujian did not move.

There is another person in the back, and he will only get caught in the middle of the attack if he does it now.

Sure enough, his feeling was right, and another figure followed.

The puppeteer launched first, attracting the attention of the other party, and Cui Wuji, who was lying on the ground, was like a poisonous snake preying on its prey, suddenly bounced up diagonally, and grabbed it fiercely with his right hand into a claw.

At the same time, the puppeteers attacked again.

"Die!"

Sensing the aura of the figure opposite, Cui Wujian let go of his heart, it was only a third-level source force, and he would definitely not be able to resist under the attack of himself and the puppet man.

Pack him up, and the remaining fourth-level source power warrior will be much easier to deal with.

Unfortunately, things didn't go the way he wanted.

The figure first stabbed at the puppeteer with a sword, the sword light was like lightning, and the last shot came first.

With a "ding", the speed of the figure suddenly accelerated, and he rushed with his back to himself.

Then, I don't know how his footsteps moved, the whole person turned a strange turn, not only dodged his own grasp, but also came to his right side, a sword stabbed out, and the right hand he had just stretched out didn't have time to retract at all.

This person's strong adaptability greatly exceeded Cui Wuji's expectations.

"Interesting!" Cui Wujian did not lose confidence, he felt that he was superior to the other party in terms of martial arts and strength, and he was just careless and was taken advantage of just now.

He turned over out of thin air, and the left hand that had been hidden in his waist was gently waved, his five fingers were slightly curved, grabbing the other party's abdomen, and his fingers squirmed slightly like petals blooming, changing and unpredictable, but the strong wind was fierce, layered on top of each other, like substance, the inner part exploded, and the middle person would die.

The strength of the fourth level of the source force is combined with the superb martial art "Void Claw", which is where his confidence lies.

In the face of his own powerful source power, terrifying palm wind and other attacks, with the strength of the other party, ordinary moves are useless, because they can't get close at all!

The finger wind is like a sword like a sword, far away ****, erupting and hiding, layer upon layer, so that even if Zhang Xiaotian sees the flaws in Cui Wuji's movements, the long sword wants to be handed out, but because the strong wind is like substance, it is difficult to penetrate.

At the same time, there are also lines of feminine energy, which penetrate at a faster speed than the finger wind, and are wound up like invisible silk threads, affecting Zhang Xiaotian's movements.

Cui Wuji's speed at the moment is not fast, but it seems to be moving forward with the darkness around him, slow and heavy but irresistible!

No matter who comes, he believes that he will die under his own grasp!

The puppet man behind him flew over after being slashed back by Zhang Xiaotian, and the pocket short knife in his hand slashed with an incommensurate domineering momentum, wanting to cut everything in front of him.

The abdomen and back are under attack, and the situation is critical!

Zhang Xiaotian became more and more calm.

The physical source power is running, the heart is frightened, forcibly restricted, not being suppressed by the opponent's momentum and the interference of the spirit, and the operation of the Great Dream Technique allows the mind to remain ethereal before the sword.

The blessing of the spirit of the Great Dream Technique allowed him to maintain his state of mind in the face of the spiritual power of the sixth-level warrior of the source force, and he would not collapse all of a sudden in the confrontation of qi and machine.

He quickly took a deep breath, like a whale swallowing, the muscles of his body swelled, and he propped up his outer robe, and the source power flowed on the surface of his body, so he had to break free from the entanglement of the other party's qi first.

Suddenly, his heart moved, and he stopped this attempt, and the source power attached to this spiritual power spread outward along the feminine qi that was entwining around him!

Hey?

What kind of use is the spiritual power and source power generated by this great dream technique?

His ethereal, calm mind reflected the scene around him, invisible threads of feminine silk dangling in all directions, some wrapped around his arms, some around his ankles, and some forming nets nearby.

And the appearance of the person who attacked on the opposite side hidden in the darkness was also clearly revealed in Zhang Xiaotian's heart.

Cui Wuji!

Sure enough, it was him!

He had already guessed when he saw the puppeteer.

The feminine silk threads are all from Cui Wuji's body, and they are still under control, so Zhang Xiaotian used the silk luo that was entwined around him, and his spirit snooped backwards, and sensed Cui Wuji's source power distribution, body changes, and five-fingered mysteries!

There are no waves in his soul, reflecting everything, and the circulation law of the source power of the body around Cui Wujian is clearly displayed.

At this moment, his long sword stabbed out, "walking" in thousands of wisps of feminine qi, crooked, as if guided by inexplicable meaning, penetrating the past, and stabbing the weakest finger wind is also the position of connecting the past and the future.

Poof, the finger wind dissipated, Cui Wujian sighed lightly, flexed his five fingers, and flicked it quickly, like lightning and flint, hitting the tip of Zhang Xiaotian's sword, swinging it away.

How did the other party do it?

He was amazed, but he didn't think much of it at the moment.

Because the opponent was rotated 360 degrees by the tip of his swinging sword, and smashed his backhand on the back of the rushing puppeteer, the huge impact force made the little puppet man rush straight at him like a cannonball.

Cui Wujian waved the five fingers of his right hand, and the feminine qi connected, bringing away the puppeteer, allowing it to hit the wall next to him, and poofed deeply embedded in it.

And the other party seemed to have expected it, the long sword followed, the sword light was pure, condensed and calm, as if the summoning of the Nine Shadows, the lightning shot towards Cui Wujian's eyebrows, the timing and position were just right, it was the flaw in the flow of his body protection source power!

Hell yes!

Cui Wujian scolded secretly.

Then with a cold snort, he grabbed it with his right hand, and countless feminine qi recycled, wrapped layer by layer in front of his forehead, forming a cocoon of feminine qi.

There is no advance or retreat, there is no return, the speed of the sword light seems to contain legal principles, the air cocoon has not yet been completely formed, and the long sword has arrived.

Bang!

The feminine cocoon exploded, the advance of the long sword was blocked by a silver finger, Cui Wuji's left index finger pointed at the tip of the long sword, and the Yitian Sword couldn't break the silver gloves on his hand, and he was full of energy for a while.

This is, the lights in the secret room suddenly brightened, Cui Wuji's eyes were stabbed, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

Zhang Xiaotian, who had already been reminded by Xu Yiran, squinted his eyes, minimized the discomfort caused by the change in light, and looked at the hazy figure in front of him, and the long sword was stabbed as fast as lightning.

The chilling sword qi made Cui Wuji's scalp tingle, and the ten fingers of his hands were intertwined, laying a net of strength in front of him, and at the same time retreating rapidly.

"It's you!"

(End of chapter)