Because there are too many silver needles in the needle pill, it is not easy to control, and it is difficult to take care of each array. What about tens of thousands of needles, in this world, who has spiritual power control that can be accurate enough to be divided into tens of thousands of parts, and each one controls a needle?

But Kenmaru is different.

Ninety-nine eighty-one swords, it is still a little easier to control.

There will be no rampage.

And at this moment, in the middle of the arena, Zi Qianmo was holding a sword demon in one hand, and he had already devoured nine hundred and eighty-one swords, and there were only four or five left.

It can be said that he has the upper hand.

Originally, with one blow, the remaining four swords could also be devoured, but who knows, the situation changed abruptly - tens of thousands of silver needles fell from the sky.

Straight to the top of Zi Qianmo's head.

At the same time, put her body, firmly enveloped in a circle. Wild stabbing down.

Zi Qianmo's pupils shrank suddenly.

Silver?

I really didn't expect that Yan Ruomeng, a woman, was also playing with silver needles.

But—

In front of his ancestors, who have played with silver needles for more than 4,900 years, the hand of the needle pill is too tender.

Zi Qianmo raised his hand and flicked his sleeves.

In an instant, the spiritual soul power branched out into thousands of roots, showing colorless and transparent.

Each soul power silk thread hooked three to five silver needles that came and wrapped them.

Tens of thousands of silver needles were just controlled.

As if frozen, in mid-air, stopped—the picture freezes.

Ziqian Mo did not move.

Like a cold goblin.

"How is that possible?"

Yan Ruomeng was stupid, "Why are these needles out of control?" ”

If you are not under her control, you are out of control.

"Move!"

No matter how much she infused a large amount of spiritual power, it was useless, and tens of thousands of silver needles were motionless.

That's uncomfortable.

Yan Ruomeng's face became more and more ugly.

She couldn't use any more spiritual power, and her whole body, the eight veins of the Qi meridians, were in severe pain, as if she was about to break through.

"Get moving!"

Another shrill roar.

However.

It turns out that when fighting, just by roaring, there is no output.

What's the use of roaring in a fight?

You have to rely on real skills!

"Idiot."

Ziqian Mo made a rare complaint.

At the corners of the eyebrows and eyes, there is mockery.

In her eyes, Yan Ruomeng's behavior is no different from a stupid fork.

Tens of thousands of silver needles have been firmly controlled by her soul power silk threads, and no matter how loud Yan Ruomeng roars, it is useless.

"Go-"

Instead, it was Zi Qianmo, with a low voice.

Under her perfect control, tens of thousands of silver needles, under the traction of the soul power silk thread, swished, swooping towards Yan Ruomeng's body, and attacked wildly.

Shocking reversal!

"Ahhh

Yan Ruomeng let out hysterical screams and wails.

I can't dodge at all.

She improvised a golden bell jar and put it over herself.

However.

The golden bell jar could not withstand the onslaught of tens of thousands of silver needles.

The same is the Silver Needle Attack.

Under Zi Qianmo's control, it is more than three times more powerful than under her control!

The golden bell jar was poked out of countless fine holes.

More silver needles to break through the defenses of the Golden Bell Jar.

Through those holes, I got in.

The intensity of the attack, although it was reduced somewhat, was not found anywhere.

Yan Ruomeng's body was full of silver needles.

There are not a thousand.

There are also seven or eight hundred.