After all, a saint is a saint, as a generation of saints, it is definitely impossible for a saint to make a move easily, as one of the strongest people in the world, the saint has not officially started for many years, if Wang Mou and others are not mistaken, it seems that since the last time the world was in turmoil, it seems that the saint has never made a move again.

Since the last time, the saint really seems to have never made a move, but everyone has not forgotten, and even dare not forget the strength of the saint, all when talking about the saint, in addition to the Confucian saint, there will always be such a sentence, one of the strongest people in the world.

And this time the saint made another move, Wang Mou and the others were very excited, because they could finally see the saint's shot, no matter what kind of strength the person was, it was a lucky person to be able to see the saint make a move in person.

At this time, after the saint took out the golden scripture again, all the puppeteer's attacks seemed to no longer exist, and he couldn't touch the vicinity of the saint's body at all, no matter how he attacked, his puppet silk could only stop outside the scope of the saint's scripture.

But the puppeteer didn't care about such a thing, he just smiled slightly, and his hands were still constantly manipulating the puppet silk, but this time the puppet silk manipulated by the puppeteer master was not focusing on breaking the saint's barrier as before, but as if he was arranging the next formation.

But after seeing this scene, the saint didn't seem to care at all, just quietly flipped through the scripture book in his hand, as if the saint was just reading in the morning, and nothing could make the saint stop his reading, this feeling seemed really mysterious.

And just when the puppet master's big array was about to take shape, the scripture in the saint's hand had already turned to the page he wanted, looking at this page of the scripture, the saint couldn't help but smile, looking at the puppet master in front of him, his eyes seemed to have full confidence that he could cut the puppet master in front of him.

At this time, I saw the saint calm down and slowly read out the words recorded on this page.

The son was silent, and the strange force was confused. ”

Suddenly, all the formations arranged by the puppeteer seemed to disappear in an instant, and these puppet silks were all prostrate on the ground, like earthworms on the verge of death, without any previous strength at all.

The puppeteer didn't seem to think of this, and wanted to continue to manipulate these puppet silks, but he was very surprised to find that this puppet silk now seemed to be completely free from his own manipulation, and even had a feeling of wanting to eat himself.

When the puppeteer saw this scene now, where did he dare to delay, and directly relieved the strong man's wrist, saying that these puppet silks were directly cut off, and in an instant, these puppet silks had no connection with the puppeteer, and completely turned into dead snakes, which even looked a little miserable.

However, I have to say that the sage's move really caused great harm to the puppeteer, which suddenly made the puppeteer's already small puppet silk become more scarce, according to Wang Mou's rough estimate of Wang Mou's current rough estimate, the puppet silk that the puppeteer master can master now is a little more than a hundred at most, and even the number of one hundred is enough to reach it.

You must know that the number of puppet wires that the puppeteer can manipulate at the beginning is far more than a thousand, and now it has disappeared so much at once, this is not just as simple as cutting off an arm of the puppeteer, and now this situation is more serious than the puppeteer being directly abolished.

However, the puppeteer didn't seem to care at all in the face of such a situation, and smiled a little coldly, and this weird smile looked at Wang Mou and the others with a little chills.

"Hehe, yes, worthy of being a saint, can easily break my move, but I also have to admit that I took the plunge just now, but I lost this move, so can you catch my next move?"

After speaking, the puppeteer directly tied up a bundle of about a hundred wishful treasure threads that he was manipulating, like a spear, and stabbed directly towards the saint.

This time, the puppeteer's power produced by the hundred puppet silks tied together does not seem to be comparable to the damage caused by those individual puppet silks, these puppet silks directly shattered the defense of the saint's scriptures, leaving only a cracking sound of the barrier to prove that this barrier actually existed.

Seeing that these puppet silk had now smashed straight into the Yellow Dragon, he rushed towards the saint, but the saint did not dodge or dodge, as if he was a warrior who was about to die heroically, and did not retreat in the face of these puppet silk.

And just when these puppets were about to hit the saint, the saint directly turned a page of the scriptures in his hand at an extremely fast speed.

In an instant, it was as if the golems had been pressed the pause button, and they couldn't take a step forward at all.

"Sui Han ......" the sage said slowly, at this time, I only saw that these puppet silk was really slowly covered with a layer of frost, even though it was just autumn, but this frost made the people present feel as if it was a cold winter wax moon at this time, so cold and biting, there was no warmth at all. Dancing Chinese

The saint also raised his head slowly at this time, looked at the puppeteer and said with a smile, as if she had been waiting for this moment for a long, long time.

"Then know the pine and cypress and then wither!"

In an instant, the puppet silk that was tied together by the puppeteer master, like a steel dragon that could not be broken, was now like a firework on the Shangyuan Festival, suddenly exploded, and the puppet silk that was broken into section after section was now like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, falling down in the air.

The saint couldn't help but smile when he saw this scene, to be honest, this blow, the saint had been waiting for a long time, and now at this time, he finally hit this blow, and the saint couldn't help but have a feeling of comfort from the inside out.

This has made the puppeteer's already small puppet silk become one out of ten, and now at this time, it is estimated that the puppeteer has no strength to fight again.

But what the saint didn't expect was that just when the saint thought that the end was decided, a very thick puppet silk pillar with a lot of puppet silk tied together came out of nowhere, and pierced directly into the saint's abdomen, and the saint directly spurted out a mouthful of pale golden blood.

Wang Mou was immediately blindsided when he saw this scene, and shouted anxiously: "Sage!"

The saint didn't seem to expect it at all in the face of such an attack, and he left the place in a flash, and went to another corner of the Xinglin pulpit, his right hand gently wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looking at the puppeteer very vigilantly.

The puppeteer couldn't help but heck when he saw the sage's eyes. "Sage, if you are only allowed to yin me, you are not allowed to yin you? hehe, you don't really think that what I have added has no effect on the supplement of my puppet silk, right?"

The sage listened to what the puppet master said, and instantly understood, and secretly said in his heart that he had made a mistake this time, he originally thought that the puppet master's puppet silk was just a magic weapon, although it was a little weird, but no matter how you looked at it, it should belong to the category of magic weapons.

But the saint never thought that the puppet silk on the puppeteer's body was just a kind of thing that could be produced by himself, thinking of this, the saint couldn't help but feel a little shuddering, if these puppet silk were really produced by the puppeteer, then what kind of monster was the puppeteer.

But even so, the saint will continue to fight the puppet silk, as the Soviet Union famously said during World War II, "Behind us is Moscow." It was the first time that all Soviet soldiers had to protect their hometown even if they gave their lives.

Now, behind the saint is what he needs to pay for his life to protect, this is the White Deer Academy.

So the saint took a deep breath and slowly flipped the scripture in his hand, using the power of the Great Dao contained in this scripture to slowly recover his vitality.

But will the puppeteer give the sage this time? The answer is definitely no, so the puppeteer uses his constant supply of puppet silk to attack the sage from all directions.

The saint is not healed from his injuries now, how dare he fight so hard with the puppeteer, so he has to dodge the puppeteer's puppet silk as before, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Lao Wang, sage, is it really okay?" Jia Nanxun couldn't help but feel a little sad when he looked at the puppeteer who had become a little tired now, but was still dodging, the current situation really made all the White Deer Academy feel a little unconfident.

Wang Mou looked at the puppeteer and the saint who were constantly fighting on the field, and he was also a little worried, but after all, his realm was still much higher than Jia Nanxun's realm, and at this time he could barely see the saint's intentions, although he was a little worried, but he still said to Jia Nanxun with some hope.

"Lao Jia, don't worry, at this time, the saint should still be able to, because now the saint is probably waiting for an opportunity, waiting for an opportunity to kill the puppeteer with one blow, wait, I hope the saint can seize this opportunity, and at the same time, I hope the saint can successfully kill this puppeteer." ”

Wang Mou looked at the battle on the field and said such a thing, but in fact, Wang Mou was still thinking about the current situation, can the saint really seize this opportunity? Or can the puppeteer give the saint this opportunity? Wang Mou really has no confidence in this.

But now, as the sentence goes, what Wang Mou and the others can do now is just to pray, pray that the saint can successfully obtain this opportunity.

(To be continued)