From a distance of a few hundred meters, Wen Yan's gaze could still penetrate the thin clouds and see the sarcastic look on Yang Xiaoqian's face.

The sound of the wind whistling in his ears when he fell from a high altitude was like a mocking insolent laughter, which made Wen Yan frown slightly. She boasted that she had a pair of clear eyes and could pierce through the void, but she didn't expect to be so easily toyed with by Yang Xiaoqian between applause, this rare passivity made Wen Yan quite annoyed.

Wen Yan is not as stiff-faced as those low-class people, she can also feel all kinds of complex emotions like humans, but she rarely shows an angry expression, because she believes that the real king should not be angry and arrogant, but now that her prestige has been lost, how can she not be angry.

"Yang Xiaoqian!"

An angry shout spread in all directions, and a thousand feet of Bai Lian rose into the air, and Wen Yan flew towards Yang Xiaoqian like an anti-air missile.

Yang Xiaoqian didn't dodge or dodge, allowing Wen Yan to fly close in front of him, and then turned into black mist with the high chair he was sitting on.

This time, Wen Yan missed a punch, but he didn't stop for half a moment, and his arms and legs showed hundreds of afterimages in the black mist. The black mist was dispersed again and again, unable to condense and form, and the large swaths of black mist broke away from the fog body after colliding head-on with Wen Yan's fists and feet, and faded into light gray in the blink of an eye, like embers floating after white paper was thrown into the fire, dissipating and disappearing.

The black mist gradually decreased in size, and then more black mist drifted from the nearby clouds, merging into the shattering black mist in front of Wen Yan.

"You set up this scam not only to make me consume my strength, but also to lead me into the thinking misunderstanding you arranged, and want me to think that I can't do anything with your shadow body." Wen Yan sneered while punching, "In fact, as long as I hit these black fogs, my fists can also cause damage to them like bullets and cannonballs, and after being damaged, these black fogs will also die like living beings, but they will not bleed or scream, but will silently turn into ashes and disappear." You put on a good show and wanted me to ignore these details, but unfortunately your self-made cleverness has no effect, and your cleverness can't make up for the difference in strength between you and me. In the face of absolute strength, all intrigues and tricks are useless! ”

"Please, language is an art, if you want to use words to form a psychological offensive, please read a book first, so as not to say such dry and ridiculous words."

When Wen Yan was talking nonsense, Yang Xiaoqian finally seized an opportunity to reunite with the human form, and then immediately retorted and returned Wen Yan's sentence "read more" intact.

"Oh?"

Seeing Yang Xiaoqian, who was pretending to be calm ten steps away, the corners of Wen Yan's mouth hooked up a happy smile, she raised her chin slightly, and asked, "It's about to be unbearable, right?" How long can you last? Ten seconds? Five seconds? You know, if this isn't a dream battlefield but the real world, I can leave you alone and kill all your friends and family, and then raid your vulnerable army, which can easily be crushed to pieces. ”

"If this were the real world, you would not be fighting the flesh and blood awakened, but the mechanized and automated steel torrent, and if this was the real world, you would have been targeted by an intercontinental missile with a nuclear warhead deployed, and you thought you could dodge a covered nuclear strike?" Yang Xiaoqian was-for-tat and did not show weakness, "If you really have that ability, why should the mutant surrender?" Since it's a waste, it's less bragging. ”

The shrew's street scolding failed to anger Wen Yan, at least on the surface, and Wen Yan still had a winner's smile on his face when he struck again.

Ink was thrown wantonly on the blue and white sky, and the black fog gathered around Yang Xiaoqian's body was no longer replenished as before, the volume of the black fog gradually decreased, and the time for Yang Xiaoqian to transform into a black fog became shorter and shorter. The other side of the duel was obviously at the end of the crossbow, and the battle that was always in the air took a huge toll on Wen Yan, and she stepped on the air to climb and turn less and less frequently, and her speed became slower and slower.

What should have been a thrilling final battle turned into a long and tedious endurance competition, which really disappointed Wen Yan. However, just as this boring grappling is coming to an end, something happens suddenly!

The black mist, which had never given an effective counterattack, instantly condensed into a hollow sphere, far less diameter than before, but also blocked all light.

This is Yang Xiaoqian's Jedi counterattack?

In confusion, Wen Yan heard a word.

"It's time to finish."

Wen Yan's movements suddenly stopped, it was indeed time to end, but this should be said by her, not by a "dead man".

"Accident?"

It's still that voice.

Wen Yan turned sideways in the direction where the sound came from, a gentle light lit up from there, Yu Qian stepped on a metal plate under his feet, clinging to the smooth ball wall, holding a palm lamp in his palm, illuminating his handsome side face, and three metal balls floating on his side.

"Oh?" Wen Yan raised her right eyebrows, she really didn't expect Yu Qian to "come back from the dead" at this time, but this was also unexpected, and it was reasonable that a master of deception like Yang Xiaoqian would not be surprised to use any kind of tricks.

It only took a moment of thinking for Wen Yan to understand that the figure standing on the missile was not Yu Qian in a metal cloak at all, but a metal shaped into a human shape, which was another scam, a psychological trap that made Yu Qian "fake his death" and let him relax his vigilance, the reason why such a simple trap could work was not only because he was accustomed to Yu Qian stepping on the image of the flying sword and the sword in the air, but also because the cannon fodder who had been sent to death before had worn out his patience and made him anxious to win, thus losing his due judgment ability.

"Do you know that I'm sitting on a metal plate or a metal chair in the absence of anyone else, huh? Do you think it's comfortable to step on a flying sword? Any idea why I did that on purpose? Do you think it's just for being handsome? Yu Qian sneered again and again, the little secret hidden in his heart that could not be shared with others, today he was finally able to spit it out, "Idiot! I'm here to get you idiots to form a mindset and fix me to an image, so that you forget what I'm really capable of! ”

Wen Yan suddenly realized that there was a magician in China who refused to change into fashionable and beautiful suits, insisting on wearing traditional clothes, and his most famous magic trick was to conjure a large fish tank filled with water and live fish on an empty table, and many people tried to solve his magic tricks but failed. On his deathbed, the magician decoded his signature magic trick: instead of the table, his magic props were his legs, which he held between the legs and legs, covered the tank with a wide robe, and then lifted the bowl with his hands and legs when needed.

In order not to arouse the suspicion of the audience, he always wears only traditional clothes, and for decades he pretends that he is a looped leg, as long as it is an occasion where someone can see him, he will not walk with his legs straight.

It turns out that Yu Qian is such a magician.