Ling Shuang held a spear in his hand and went straight into the alley where the prisoner was.

When the prisoner with a stiff body and a hideous and ugly face was stopped by her, Ling Shuang was also secretly frightened.

Although this guy only has the strength of the middle stage of the Yang God at present, the aura on his body made her feel a chill.

Behind the prisoner.

He Zhi's incarnation of the Holy Child carried a long sword and surrounded the prisoner in the center.

But he didn't make a move, just stood quietly in place.

Ling Shuang didn't say anything, just carried a spear and rubbed her body to bully her.

She summoned the spiritual power around her body and fired a shot.

In an instant, terrifying guns erupted.

With the help of the spear spirit, the power of Ling Shuang's gun was exerted to the extreme.

"Roar!"

Seeing Ling Shuang attacking with a gun, the monster's eyes turned red, and he also punched away.

A shot and a fist collided together, but there was a sound of gold and iron resonating.

Bite!

The two of them bombarded and killed, but the power that erupted directly blasted Ling Shuang away.

"Something is wrong!"

Ling Shuang's face changed.

Although this prisoner's strength was indeed strong enough, he would definitely not be able to take his own blow so easily, or even force her back.

With that spear in hand, she even dared to fight with the real Yang God in the late stage.

But this prisoner who is only in the middle stage of the Yang God can easily force her back with one punch?

Ahead.

The prisoner grinned, bared a mouthful of dark teeth, and mocked:

"Is this still the black armor army that has detained Lao Tzu for countless years? When did it become such a waste, and even the Tao would not be able to use it, it was really blind to such a good weapon! ”

As he spoke, he had already bent his fingers into claws, and his body flickered, and he rushed directly towards Ling Shuang.

Faced with the prisoner's crazy outburst, Ling Shuang fell into a desperate situation in an instant.

"Damn it!"

Ling Shuang's silver teeth clenched, her eyes stared at the figure in front of her, and she danced wildly with the spear in her hand, even if the power of each attack was far beyond her imagination, but such a fierce attack could never hurt the prisoner in the slightest, and even forced her to danger.

And every move and style of this prisoner seems to imply a certain truth in it, and those seemingly light attacks can always burst out with extremely terrifying power.

Every time she resisted, her hands would be numb from being shocked.

She could even feel that the prisoner was now teasing her, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"How so?"

Ling Shuang retreated in defeat after defeat, and her heart was extremely anxious.

She couldn't figure out what was wrong with her.

Just when she was getting more and more difficult to parry, He Zhi, who had been following the two of them, spoke.

"Don't worry, try to communicate with the machine spirit, activate the Dao rules contained in the spear itself, and use it against the enemy."

"Dao rule?"

Ling Shuang's brows tightened.

In the Netherworld Continent, only the existence of the Merge Period has the qualification to touch the Dao Rules.

Before that, she didn't dare to think about it at all.

But she also knew very well that judging from the methods she usually used to fight the enemy, if she continued like this, she would no longer have the possibility of winning. According to the method said by the alliance leader, there may be a glimmer of life.

Instinctively fending off the prisoner's stormy onslaught, she tried to communicate with the spear's spirit and feel the ethereal rules contained within the spear.

But this thing is so easy to grasp.

After a long time, when the prisoner beat her all over her body and her breath gradually withered, she finally struggled to grasp the ethereal rhyme that flashed by with the help of the machine spirit.

But that's enough.

Ling Shuang's eyes froze, he twisted his waist, and handed the spear in his hand forward like a blessing to his heart.

"Heh......"

Seeing that Ling Shuang still dared to attack without giving up, the prisoner also sneered with a sneer on his face, and mocked in a hoarse voice: "It's exactly the same move, even if this gun is strong? The owner of the gun is a waste, and no matter how good the weapon is, it will not work! ”

He continued to throw punches.

But at the moment when the shot and punch were about to touch, a trace of astonishment flashed on the prisoner's mocking face.

"It's ...... Trick guns? ”

The tip of the gun, which was close at hand, flashed and disappeared, and stabbed directly into his armpit at an extremely tricky angle.

This sudden change made him have no time to defend at all.

Burst!

The tip of the spear penetrated deep into his chest, and this sudden blow made Ling Shuang himself stunned for a moment.

But she quickly reacted, and a large amount of spiritual power was instantly sent into the prisoner's body through the spear.

"Boom!"

She let out a roar of rage, and the spiritual power exploded in the prisoner's body in an instant.

"Bastard!"

The prisoner's eyes turned red instantly.

He retreated, mobilizing a large amount of spiritual power to the wound in an attempt to repair it.

But his wound from the spear was always attached to it, and he couldn't heal.

If he wants to eliminate these tricks, he also needs to erase them with his own rules.

But where would Ling Shuang give him such a chance, she raised her spear again, and excitedly rushed at the prisoner to kill again.

"Give me death!"

She swung her spear frantically.

But that kind of excitement made her forget the feeling when she blasted out the trick gun, and this blow turned back to an ordinary attack state, and under the counterattack of the prisoner's Dao rule, she was blasted back dozens of meters away.

Seeing this scene, a trace of annoyance flashed in the prisoner's eyes.

"Bastard, you obviously understand the rules of the gun, but you don't use it in battle, who allows you to insult the deity like this?"

Burst!

Ling Shuang spat out a mouthful of blood.

She was also a little embarrassed to hear the prisoner's words.

It wasn't her intention, she had forgotten how she had just swung that shot.

Without explanation, Ling Shuang continued to bury her head and rush forward, continuing to comprehend the ethereal rhyme that seemed to be there in the crisis of life and death.

On the other side, He Zhi also frowned tightly.

He had used the gun in Ling Shuang's hand, and he knew how it felt when the gun was triggered.

But even so, the blow that Ling Shuang used just now still surprised him extremely much.

In Ling Shuang's hand, the power that could burst out was obviously much stronger.

"It seems that this Tao must be cultivated!"

Ling Shuang had just confirmed that the Dao Rules could not only be used by the existence of the Merge Period, they also had the opportunity to attack with the Debut Rules.

But how to do it depends on how they operate it.

At this time, Ling Shuang became more and more courageous.

Although she was now scarred on the prisoner's hands, there were always times or twice when she swung her spear hard, and she was able to enter that esoteric state again and unleash an extremely strange and explosive attack.

He Zhi nodded and said:

"Almost more than ten shots can be used to attack with one Dao rule!"

During this time, he himself was pondering the long sword in his hand.

Under his careful understanding, he actually felt a breath of wind and thunder on the long sword in his hand.

Sword of Wind and Thunder?

He Zhi nodded slightly.

Although he had a slight understanding, that feeling was extremely vague, and it took a lot of means and energy to confirm it.

Just when he was indulging in the Wind Thunder Sword Rule, Ling Shuang's angry shout suddenly came from the field:

"Yin Tianchen, you bastards of Jiuyou, do some pickled dirty things that sneak up behind your back!"