It was getting dusk, and only one day had passed, and more than half of the "Nine Deaths and One Life" magic circle where Lan Lingmu was was had already been killed and wounded. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info changed to other "Nine Deaths and One Life" magic circle, and only a small part of the casualties were killed and injured at this time.

Of course, the other "Nine Deaths and One Life" do not have a terrible character like Lan Lingmu, so it can only be said that Lan Lingmu's "Nine Deaths and One Life" is an accident.

The black-faced maker looked at his hand that was slowly returning to normal and sighed, the black figure that Lan Lingmu turned into was so weird that it even had a corrosive effect on his body. However, considering that the black shards that burst out from the burst of the black sphere corroded the scratched trees and people to ashes, it was only clear that the black figure had this special ability.

"That way it won't be corroded. The black-faced maker's body glowed with a layer of blue light, enveloping him inside. In fact, this layer of blue light is the overflow of his mana, which is condensed into a mana coat, which can allow him to isolate everything. Even if the black figure's body had a corrosive effect, it could only corrode his mana coat, and even if the mana coat was corroded, he could repair it quickly.

The black figure pounced on the black-faced maker, and the black-faced maker saw the black figure rushing towards him, and quickly caught up. The same attack, the same way, the Black Mask Maker grabbed the black figure's wrist.

"Hmph!" the black-faced maker snorted, quickly letting go of the black figure's wrist, and in the blink of an eye, a short sword appeared in his hand, and then stabbed into the black figure's shoulder with lightning speed.

The dagger pierced the cloak with mensity, stabbing the black figure in the shoulder. And at this moment, the black-faced maker was stunned, there was no imaginary blood flowing, there was no imaginary piercing of the shoulder, he felt that the short sword in his hand seemed to be piercing this layer of soft cotton, unloading all his strength. It also felt like a wooden stick piercing a thick cowhide, and it couldn't hurt the fur.

The black-faced maker's daze gave the black figure an opportunity, and the black figure stretched out a pitch-black hand and swung a claw at him, grabbing it directly at him.

A menacing claw was about to descend on the black-faced maker, and the black-faced maker reacted and jumped backwards continuously, dodging the attack of the black figure far away.

"How is that possible?" the black-faced maker was still shocked, not expecting him to be able to pierce the shoulder. He thought to himself, is it invulnerability?

After the black-faced maker retreated, the black figure touched the stabbed shoulder with his black hand, scratched it a few times, making a strange rattling sound, and shook his shoulder a few times, as if it was itched and laughed.

It was also because of the black figure's action that the black-faced maker finally saw the black hand clearly.

That hand is extremely terrifying, and if there is one word to describe it, then only "hideous" can deserve it. In the memory of the black-faced maker, I'm afraid only the dragon's claw bears some resemblance to that hand. However, compared to the shape of the eagle's claws and the scales of the snake, the hand is in the shape of a human being, and there are also fingers like human joints, but the fingers with staggered joints like machines, sharp and cold nails like steel knives, and some slightly protruding flesh on the surface, make people look particularly hideous.

When the black-faced maker looked at the black figure strangely, the black-faced figure had already recovered from its inexplicable emotions, and it swung a claw at the black-faced maker in the air.

The claw was swung out, like a fan, set off a gust of wind, and in the wind there were wind blades, instantly cutting all the trees around the black-faced maker, leaving only the trunk engraved with annual rings.

The Blackface Maker was blown away in the gust of wind and nearly slashed by the Wind Blade, but luckily he used his short sword to slash the Wind Blade in time.

The black figure pounced on the black-faced maker, and as soon as it pounced, it was hit with two claws, and the wind raged, finally blowing the black-faced maker away.

"Ah!!h The sword qi slashed through the wind, and the momentum continued to slash at the black figure. Just as the sword qi was about to slash into the black figure, a black hand grabbed the sword qi. The black figure actually used his hand directly with the help of the sword qi, only to hear a crisp sound, and then the sword qi was crushed by him.

"What? The black-faced maker felt an inexplicable pressure, in his heart, the current black figure was too shocked, and the cultivation and physical strength were very amazing, which was not at all comparable to the previous Qianyue. As soon as he thought of this, his aura skyrocketed again, and it continued to soar until the middle of the Lihan period, and then gradually stopped.

Without saying a word, the black-faced maker in the middle of the Han Dynasty rushed directly towards the black figure, and appeared in front of the black figure in the blink of an eye.

The black figure was startled, and his eyes widened. The black-faced maker took the opportunity to wield a short sword and "cut down indiscriminately" at the black figure. The black figure could only block it with his hands under this ferocious attack, and his body retreated again and again, but he still did not receive any damage. The black-faced maker also saw that the black figure was not harmed at all under his "indiscriminate deforestation", and he thought to himself that this would not work, so he kicked the black figure away with all his might.

Suddenly, the black shadow that was kicked away shot into the forest like an arrow, breaking dozens of trees in a row, opening up a passage between the green forests.

"Whew!" the black-faced maker landed on a tree and gasped. Suddenly, a black fist struck him directly in the face, knocking him down from the tree and smashing him to the ground with a loud bang, setting off the yellow sand in the sky.

"Damn, when?" the black-faced maker lay in the pit, his mask shattered, revealing the bloodied corners of his mouth and his white, wounded and bloodstained face.

Before the yellow sand could disperse, a black fist struck the black-faced maker. The black-faced maker suffered a loss, and he was alert, and hurriedly jumped backwards and rushed out of the area surrounded by the yellow sand. The black fist hit the ground, directly shattering the land within a radius of five zhang, and the yellow sand raged.

Then the black-faced maker retreated one after another, and the black figure frequently swung his fist, chasing after the black-faced maker.

No, if it continues like this, it will be over sooner or later. I really don't know how I managed to do it now, Lord Qianyue, not only is it invulnerable, but also extremely powerful, and it is really not a level compared to the original.

At this point, the black-faced maker hid behind a large tree, dodging the black figure, and the black figure slowly passed by from the other side of the tree, as if he hadn't noticed him.

"Whew!" The black-faced maker breathed a sigh of relief when he felt Lan Lingmu walk by. Suddenly, he jerked forward, and the tree he had been covering up was interrupted by a punch from a black figure.

Next, the black-faced maker kept changing trees to dodge, avoiding the black figure from a distance. Finally, when no black figure was found within the scope of his divine sense, he could truly breathe a sigh of relief.

"What a hassle!" the black-faced maker sat down leaning against a tree.

At the same time, the Great Elder also said such a sentence.

"What's wrong?" asked Qing Shui, who was next to the Great Elder, while his eyes were fixed on a black screen, which was originally the world that the blackface maker said to see, but when the black figure shattered the mask, the screen also turned black, and he couldn't see anything.

"It's just that Lord Chizuki is a little difficult to deal with. The Great Elder expressed the helplessness in his heart.

"I see that you can't even use one and a half moves, it's strange that you just compete with him for physical strength, so it's not difficult to deal with. Qing Shui could see the sword on the shoulder of the black-faced maker, and he also saw that the black-faced maker "indiscriminately felled" the arm of the black-faced figure, and there was not even a single scar. This is enough to see how strong the black figure's flesh is.

"But...... "The Great Elder had difficulty speaking.

"Are you afraid of hurting him?" Qing Shui's words broke the Great Elder's doubts.

"Yes, the swordsmanship I created is too powerful, I'm afraid of hurting Lord Qianyue, after all, those swordsmanship swordsmanship is huge, and they all kill with one blow. ”

"Alas!" Qing Shui also sighed, "It seems that it is indeed a bit troublesome!"

"It's not impossible, though. Qing Shui pondered again and came up with a method.

"Childe, is there any way?" the Great Elder hurriedly asked.

"You keep three sword moves in that little guy's head, and then you take back your mental power......"

"Take it back?" the Great Elder was startled, and interrupted Qing Shui's words before he could finish speaking.

"I haven't finished talking yet, you take back your telekinesis, and then hypnotize that little guy into madness, let him make a big fuss, I believe he will definitely fight with Ling Mu. "Obviously, the little guy Qing Shui said is the Black Mask Maker, which is worth noting that he and the Great Elder call Lan Lingmu differently.

"Childe, what does this mean?" The Great Elder didn't know why Qing Shui asked him to do this, and he was very puzzled.

"If you leave three swordsmanship in her mind, she will be able to perform swordsmanship, and because she is her own consciousness, she will not be proficient in using your swordsmanship, and of course she will not be too threatening to Ling Mu. As long as she is hypnotized into a madness, she will continue to use sword techniques to cause killing, and Ling Mu will definitely notice it, and then won't they fight together?" Qing Shui explained, and suddenly thought that there was something that was not clearly explained, and hurriedly added, "Oh, by the way, you must keep her current strength." ”

The Great Elder thought about it quickly in his mind and felt that this method could be used, so he hurriedly did what Qing Shui said.

"Ah!!h

Fragmentary images kept flashing through her mind, like her own memories, but whenever she tried to see them clearly, she couldn't see anything.

"Who am I?who am I?ah!! who am I?!!" The black-faced maker asked the sky frantically, grabbing her hair, but the sky didn't answer her.

Now there are only obscure three-move swordsmanship in her mind, and there is hatred in her heart, and she wants to vent it out, use those three-move swordsmanship to vent it.

She found a short sword next to her, and when she held the hilt, she felt an inexplicable madness, and powerful sword qi swung out of the short sword in her hand messily, devaluing the nearby forest.

"Haha, haha......" she smiled, smiled happily, this is the happiness she wants.

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