The bullet pierced the air and fired with a burst of fire. The Golden Sword King can cut off bullets with one sword, but the Golden Fan Boy does not have this ability. At the last moment when the fool pulled the trigger, he tilted his body as best he could, and the scorching bullet pierced through the air, burrowed into the right arm of the golden fan, and exploded from the opposite side with a large amount of blood.

"Ahh And that shot also detonated the violent blood qi that had just been barely suppressed, and the right arm of the golden fan boy kept bursting, and the blood splashed out one by one. Fragments of bone burst out of the wound, and the right arm crackled like a cannonball.

The golden fan boy fled into the fog, and when the fool wanted to shoot again, he frowned slightly. The internal energy in his meridians was rushing around, and its quality and quantity combined could already cause him harm. The fool was covered in blood, trying his best to calm the collision. Although the profession is not appropriate, it is somewhat useful.

The sound of the fog had paused for a moment when the gun rang out, and now it was loud again. Sanmiaomen Yingong is indeed a magic skill in controlling the field, if it weren't for the stupid egg heart to stop underwater to ensure that the blood and qi are transported as usual, if you change to a person with the same physical condition, you will have to vomit two mouthfuls of blood.

With a slight delay, the golden fan boy had already rushed into the depths of the mist. The fool didn't chase it anymore, but picked up the golden fan, the golden dragon whip, and the silver keg he had dropped. The fool picked up the long whip, and the whip of the Nine Divine Dragons was more than five meters long, and the structure was peculiar and difficult to envoy. The fool has never learned the whip technique, so he can only put it away first and then talk about it.

The palace maid is still entangled with the man in the pants, and now it is certain that the man in the pants must have been drugged. Otherwise, there would never be such a morale to fight to the last man. Out of the corner of his eye, the fool saw the meridian heart nail on the ground. Stomp your feet and shake the slate. With a bang, more than a dozen heart nails flew into front of him. With a slap of his palm, there were a few crackling sounds, and the heart nail popped and shot on the man in the pants.

Compared to the golden fan boy, the pants man's dodging ability is really far behind. Twenty years of skill, the world is different.

More than a dozen men in pants fell to the ground screaming, and there was not much left, and they were thrown to the ground by the stupid people who rushed over and broke their hands and feet by three strikes and five divided by two. Some palace maids who were distracted by the sound skills reached out in a daze to touch the man in his pants, and were immediately woken up by a big ear scraper by Night Lily. Rough handling of the wounded. In the state of preparation, Night Lily can be regarded as stabilizing the scene.

"Silly...... Uh, Childe!" Night Lily is no longer called a fool: "This purple mist is too weird, it can amplify the sound effect of the Three Wonders, but it blocks ordinary sounds, and it is a poisonous medium." After breathing in the fog for a long time and even hallucinating, I ...... My vision was blurred. She gasped twice and said, "Childe, please go and help the princess." I'll find a way to dispel the fog, and we're in that warband. Only you can get involved. Okay?"

The fool didn't speak, and turned and walked straight into the depths of the mist.

"Childe. There are still enemies in the fog, and be careful of the sound skills of Mrs. Sanmiao!" Night Lily shouted: "Her sound skills are really the best in the world, be careful!" Ten evil souls disperse, disperse qi first, martial arts masters are weaker than ordinary people after dispersed qi.

So on the contrary, Fang Lingji, who didn't have much internal strength at the beginning, was more energetic, and she asked, "Auntie, can you be a fool? Wouldn't it be too dangerous?" She was really worried that a person with no internal strength would intervene in the innate level of fighting, so that her heart would be entangled all of a sudden, and her brows would not be able to dissolve.

"There is no way, now the life and death are all on the two princesses. If the princess wins, she wins, and if the princess worships, she loses. Mrs. Sanmiao's sound skills are unparalleled, not comparable to her disciples, she can take away people's souls in an instant and become a subordinate for her to drive. It's just a nuisance for us to go up. But his words ......" Night Lily looked at the direction of the fool's departure and muttered, "If it is really a dustless state of mind, it is the nemesis of Lady Sanmiao." ”

God forbid, I hope this fool is really a dustless state of mind that is innocent, innocent, and free of red dust desires.

The fool didn't care what the others thought, and he walked into the depths of the fog step by step. The pace is unhurried, adjusting the breathing and blood qi, and calming the internal strength of the chaotic meridians. There was a woman who was constantly showing off her ventriloquism, and she learned to be obedient after being hit by a foolish flying knife, and she couldn't tell the exact direction with the blessing of internal strength.

The fool decided to deal with the woman who had caused him internal conflict first, and walked over to her general direction.

All the way through the valley to the depths, through the messy princess's dormitory, to the waterhole to the north. The woman's voice was fluctuating, but the fool's nose twitched, and finally confirmed the woman's taste, so he followed the smell with his head in spite of the change in her voice.

But sixty meters from the waterhole, the fool suddenly stopped.

In front of him, there seemed to be a dividing line. On this side of the line, the purple mist was silent, and there was no movement. But on the other side of the line, it is spinning like a typhoon. There was no sound or breath coming from inside, so unless they went up close and watched it with their own eyes, no one could imagine that there was such a fierce air mass in this Embroidered Jade Valley.

Embroidered Jade Shifting Flowers, Silver Sword King, and Sanmiao Lady should be inside. The fool didn't stay long, and stepped into the air mass.

The fool who entered the air mass was immediately shocked, and there was not too much wind in it, but the pressure was completely different. The four breaths collided violently, and there was a cold sword light and vertical and horizontal energy in front of them, and the heavy purple mist could not hide that sense of existence. A substance in the air is dozens of times more violent than outside the boundary, and it is something that makes people lose their will. Another voice kept reverberating, as if walking through a soundproof wall, entering a world of sound, drowning in a sea of sound power.

This is the sound skill used by Mrs. Sanmiao herself, which is completely confined in this circle, and the power is not at all comparable to that of the woman who plays ventriloquism outside.

The fool immediately felt that the true qi in the meridians became irritable, and the conflict kept rolling around, and his face was red and white. If it weren't for the realm of touching the subtle changes, if it weren't for the fact that he didn't feel the sound effect of Mao/Pian now, the meridians would have been hit hard. The sound is like this, pervasive and unguardable, and it is really a magic skill to control the field.

"Embroider jade and transfer flowers, two princesses, you can't do it anymore. It's better to close your eyes, relax and get a good night's sleep. Lady Sanmiao's voice drifted everywhere, making people depressed. Every wisp of air became her throat, and a single person could create countless voices and tracks at the same time. I think it is even more that she does not delay in speaking to create a beautiful sound, and the sound of oh oh ah never stops.

The voice is so desperate that even if you don't listen to her, it's as if you can't hear anything else.

What to do? How to do it? How to get it?

For something like Yin Gong that he didn't know at all, this kind of thing that he couldn't even see qi and couldn't use his inner fist, the fool frowned tightly, and he was a little helpless.

Suddenly, an inconsequential fragment of memory flashed through his mind. It was a hostess who said to the same distressed guest opposite: "You can ask the computer to remove a wrong answer, or you can ask the audience for help, or ask relatives and friends outside the venue." ”

The first and second are skipped, what about relatives and friends outside the court...... He closed his eyes.

―――――――――――――――― a divider for help from friends and family outside the venue―――――――――――――――

Tianshan Mountain, Ethereal Peak, Vulture Palace, Secret Room.

Yang Qi, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly sat up like a corpse, stood up as a zombie, and staggered towards the door of the secret room. She didn't open her eyelids, and her whole person seemed to be sleepwalking, but she didn't lack action at all. Grabbing the stone door of the secret room and lifting it suddenly, the sturdy and heavy stone gate was lifted open, and Yang Qi held the gate and let out a long roar: "Wu, Jiao, Mother, you, in, where! sound, gong, how, what, break!" (to be continued......)