Under the transformation of space, the puppet platform has turned into an empty rock field at this moment, and the eyes of the burial night and Lin Hantian stared at each other, and the entire enchantment they were in fell into silence. However, the soul power that burst out from the soles of the feet in the bodies of both sides showed a harbinger of a round of attack.

Sure enough, the silence could only be slightly silent for a few moments, and at the moment when the two sides took the next breath, the funeral night and the cold sky exerted force at the same time. The light of the soul line that controlled the puppet instantly rose, and the soul power that flowed from the body enveloped the puppet along the soul line.

The flying dragon of the cold sky took advantage of the momentum like lightning mixed with the whistling wind to launch an attack on the metal puppeteer of the burial night, and the claw blade that seemed to be embedded with dragon scales like a real dragon exploded under the release of soul power in the space element.

And the funeral night is not willing to be lost, and the embodied soul power that comes with it hovers out of the body of the funeral night, and under the control of the fingers that manipulate the soul line, the "water explosion combo" used by the puppet is so hard that it is bombarded head-on.

"Bang, bang!"

The two loud bangs shook the enchantment slightly, and the soul power collided with each other under the impact of the energy and turned into a thick cloud of white smoke, so that the spectators outside the arena could not know the specific details of the venue.

"It's coming!" The thick white smoke had not completely dissipated, and the eagle eye, which appeared in a few seconds on the night of burial, caught Lin Hantian's movements, "Hmph, you want to sneak up on me." ”

"Then let you know what it means to ask for your own suffering. Funeral Night said to himself, a short breath of light exhalation, and then he twisted his body, controlling the puppet's soul line and its body to merge with its body, the puppet and the body took a few steps backwards one after another, and the soul power in the body burst out with a slight tremor, and finally in the violent sound of the funeral night, the blazing energy around it evaporated the white mist, and the majestic soul power in the meridians was full of strength with the puppet's body.

"Mercury Gun!"

The puppet's right hand was suddenly refined into a blue-white light spear in the soul power of the Burial Night, and while the spear was waving, the fingers of the Funeral Night controlling the soul line fluctuated, and the flying mercury spear held by the puppet in his right hand stabbed at the flying dragon puppet that attacked in the air.

"Ding!bell~" A buzzing sound suddenly spread from within the barrier.

Lin Hantian's soul line controlling the puppet also sensed that the situation was not good at this moment, although he had learned the puppet technique for many years, but in the face of the indiscriminate fierce attack in the white fog of the funeral night, the former's flying dragon puppet was finally stabbed.

Seeing this, Lin Hantian knew that it would not work to go on like this, so he hurriedly manipulated the puppet to return to his side, and the distance between the puppet and the body at a distance, although the puppet skill could be released, its effect and the speed of manipulation would definitely be reduced a lot.

However, the night of the funeral was not intended to give Lin Hantian a chance to breathe, and his years of being a hunter and fighting the Fengyun Village that changed his life made him deeply aware of his potential.

I saw his flying silver spear swinging and spinning in the air, and after a short time, the silver spear continued to swing and roll, and finally came to the left hand of the puppet controlled by the funeral night. In an instant, a large amount of soul power that could be gathered under the extreme instinct of the burial night passed through the five-finger soul line in his left hand, and the soul power of the dump was transported away.

In an instant, the metal puppet man of the burial night, with the flashing soul light, the left arm of the puppet with the left arm of the funeral night body was raised, the blue light of the silver spear exploded, and the sound of real flying water exploded.

"Go ahead!"

With a violent roar, Funeral Night raised the ghost hand that controlled the puppet, and the puppet's left hand that held the silver spear and galloped through the air vigorously.

"Boom!"

The violent circle of energy was fully revealed, and countless people in the field of battle couldn't help but stand up for the blow thrown by the funeral night, and the stunned looks made them all forget their gaffes.

The eyes of countless Spirit Realm powerhouses also focused on the battle of the Dou Puppet Platform, and they asked themselves in their hearts, that blow that even they themselves couldn't easily hit.

This is also the battle of the puppeteer, and the soul masters who are puppeteers are even more disillusioned when they see this, they know better than anyone what kind of strength is needed to cause such damage by controlling the puppet!

"What a terrible brute force!"

"It's... Is it really something that a Soul Realm Soul Transformer can do?"

Everyone's blood was boiling, their hearts were beating faster, and countless associations appeared in their minds.

And the most surprising are Mu Gui and Franc, they are the makers of the enchantment, and the blow just now on the funeral night, the silver spear thrown, has invisibly stabbed a crack in the enchantment. Franc and Mu Gui looked at each other, and both of them showed incredulous faces...

In the field, Lin Hantian lost his mind for a long time, and he felt that his life was in danger for the first time in his life with the blow just now. If he had been hit by the silver gun just now, he would have died.

Maybe it's the lack of experience in puppet manipulation, or the power of the ghost hand that just vaguely erupted so that Funeral Night didn't grasp the direction of the target, or maybe the metal golem of Funeral Night itself has run out of oil.

With the blow just now, Burial Night wanted to throw a shot directly through the puppet core heart of Lin Hantian's puppet wyvern, but it was biased towards the wyvern's right eye.

The funeral night is not stupid to take Lin Hantian's life, not to mention much, if everyone present today kills Lin Hantian on the spot on the funeral night, it will inevitably attract the all-out pursuit of the Lin Mansion and the wanted pursuit of the entire puppet division alliance and even Biluo City. And the funeral night and Lin Hantian don't have any deep hatred, at least for the funeral night, Lin Hantian is just a pedal for him to grow and experience in the soul continent.

Obviously, at this moment, Lin Hantian's puppet flying dragon turned into a one-eyed dragon, and the asymmetrical ugly posture made everyone feel funny and prominent after being shocked.

There was no restless noise outside the stadium, and the silence was broken in less than a minute.

At this moment, the instinctive anger from his body rejuvenated his will to fight, and the fear under the attack of the Silver Spear of the Burial Night just now was broken, and in turn, the consciousness in his heart that defeated the Burial Night's bloody blade began to dominate his actions.

As its manic soul power surged, the one-eyed wyvern began to follow the puppeteer's body into a rage.

The extraordinarily strong wind in the enchantment roared out through the cracks along with the enchantment pierced by the silver spear of the burial night, and under the gaze of countless almost intently scorching eyes, Lin Hantian's breath was tinged with steam.

Sweat and blood make up for the whole body, only to hear the originally neatly arranged rocks become loose in the explosion of soul power in the cold weather, and the fine sand particles on the ground "Boom, boom..." ripples.

Lin Hantian slowly took a step towards the funeral night, and deep dents appeared on the ground. The change in the appearance of the space created by the soul power was even more enchantment, and the crack of the silver spear collapsed with it.

"That kid in the cold weather, his strength is really too perverted, I used to underestimate him all the time. Mu Gui saw Lin Hantian's soul power, his white cheeks showed a daze, and after half a sound, the red lips let out a breath, and hurriedly suggested to the Elder Franc next to him, "Do you want to stop the battle between them." ”

"It's too late. I saw that Franc didn't squint at Mu Gui, he stared straight at the battlefield between the burial night and the cold sky in front of him.

And as soon as Franc's words fell, Lin Hantian's voice like an incarnation of war Shura shook the entire puppet hall, "Five-line Demon Snatching Song!"