long night walk

Chapter 1296 The Battle of Mirror Images
The flames and frost interweave into two extreme colors, forming a gorgeous color in the starry sky forest of the long night.

The moment the iron spear struck, everything happened in a flash, and Shang Chang was even ready to witness the brutal and bloody scene of the proton being dismembered.

At the moment when the gun wind swept the flames and flooded Baili'an overwhelmingly, Shang Chang and the other disciples of the True Immortal Sect did not notice it. Only Yan Poyun, whose eyes were emitting spiritual fire, knew clearly at this moment. Captured, the boy under the gun made a weird movement with his hands.

With his hands clasped together, ten slender, tightly stretched fingers moved slightly.

"Om————"

In the raging fire and frost, bursts of beeping strings suddenly resounded, and the musket that came towards Bai Lian was cut into several pieces in the rapid strings. Like a rain of fire, it fell around Bailian's body.

But it doesn't touch the skirt of an inch of fire.

Yan Poyun could only hear the more piercing chord sound, and the iron spear that fell down vigorously in his hand was not cut apart like those invisible fiery spears.

But amidst the flying frost and chaotic flames, he saw a few strands of translucent silk threads fluttering in the wind, brushing against the rough gun body, bursting out strands of eye-catching sparks and flames.

Yan Poyun finally had a noticeable change on his face.

He actually saw the translucent silk thread scratching pale white marks on his Cloud Breaker Spear.

Regardless of whether the Cloud Breaking Spear was once thrown into the Golden Sea, it was tempered with the power of heaven and earth in the Golden Sea all day long to spiritualize such a peerless soul-imprint artifact. Even the powerful and mysterious fire in the belly of the demon whale could not dissolve the gun at all.

At this moment, he is holding the spear with his demon body and immortal soul, and he is protected by his demon immortal energy.

The transparent silk thread does not reveal half of its aura, what is it made of, it can cut through his protective aura, break through the momentum of the gun, and leave traces on this ten thousand year immortal soul imprint artifact.

Seeing this, Yan Poyun was even more determined to kill Bai Lian.

It is simply that the silk thread is sharp and sharp, and its momentum is soft, and it also has the appearance of powerlessness. Under such a huge difference in realm, no matter how sharp these silk threads are, they can't cut through his spear, let alone stop the whereabouts of the spear.

Yan Poyun's eyes were slightly cold, the muscles in his arms were slightly tense, and the energy on the gun body surged, trying to shatter the flying silk threads.

But he never thought that amidst the chaotic dance of energy, those silk threads seemed to have roots in his hands. Although they danced in a mess, they emerged endlessly, clinging to the rough and irregular gun body in circles.

I saw Bai Lian's arms staggered and slid, and his footwork was dazzling. With the skill of four or two strokes, he deflected the momentum of the spear by half a point.

Dangerously pressed against his cheek, the moment he landed with a bang, all the old and dead trees in the forest ten miles away were reduced to dust.

But the unchangeable fact was that Bai Lian, who was destined to die, escaped the shot.

Shang Chang was so shocked that his whole body was messed up in the wind.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously. If he hadn't misplaced his perception, this kid had tamed the monster beast to fight against all the disciples of the True Immortal Sect until now without using the power of the monster beast to face Yan Poyun face-to-face. He shot him.

What's more, Shang Chang remembered that the corpse devil proton's cultivation base had already been sealed by the Immortal Venerable, but in fact, he did not show any sign of spiritual power cultivation base from the beginning to the end.

All the methods used are very strange and have mysterious powers.

Shangchang had no idea how Bai Lian did it.

But he knew that this was undoubtedly a great humiliation to Yan Poyun, the strongest defender of the Golden Sea.

Under the long spear that blasted deep into the ground, the ground was split for several miles, and the ground fire magma bathed the blue gun body, and then splashed up.

Yan Poyun was placed in the fiery spear, like an ancient god of war, his body was full of strength.

He looked at Bai Lian, who was standing to the side, who was standing gracefully and unscathed, his eyes gradually dimmed, and he was silently angry before the storm.

Yan Poyun straightened his back, and his majestic aura rose accordingly, but before he could make a move, he only felt a slight tingling pain on the side of his neck.

Turning his eyes away, he saw a small puppet standing weightlessly on his shoulders. The puppet had no vital signs, no sound, and no spiritual energy.

The shrunken version of the doll in the form of a boy held a majestic sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword touched the skin of his neck.

Beads of blood slowly slid down along the sharp edge of the sword.

This little puppet... When did he come close and stand on his shoulder, he didn't even check it!

However, he has always followed the way of killing and attacking, and has never paid attention to defense. It is not because he is not good at defense, but because he himself is a fairy body. Body care.

In the same situation, there are very few people who can break through his three-foot defense.

But this little puppet with no aura appeared on his shoulder without anyone noticing.

Yan Poyun drank heavily, the celestial aura in his body soared, and the sound of deep sea thunder came from within his body.

Electric flames burst out from the pores of his body, and a force so powerful that even the natural energy of the world could not resist enveloped the surrounding area instantly.

The little puppet that was originally standing nimbly seemed to have rusty joints. It stood crookedly, and electric currents could be seen rushing between its hands, feet and body, which made it dance.

But no matter how crooked it was, it never fell off Yan Poyun's shoulder.

In order to stabilize his figure, the toothpick-like sword in his hand stabbed on his shoulder, and as soon as he got short, he knelt on his shoulder with one knee.

The moment the sword edge entered his body, Yan Poyun only felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. The tangible sword was only half an inch long, piercing the skin to the bone, and for a moment he felt as if his body was pierced to death on the ground.

Half of his body fell into a state of paralysis.

But this state only lasted for a short moment, and Yan Poyun's demon blood boiled, and he solved the dilemma.

He squatted on the ground with one knee, slapped the ground heavily with one palm, held the gun with one arm, and swept out!

The majestic and incomparable celestial aura rose violently again.

Bai Lian still took half a step back in that unhurried and irritating posture, raised his arms lightly, and translucent silk threads danced wildly at his fingertips.

Ding!
There was a crisp sound of metal clashing.

What made Yan Poyun's eyes even colder was that what he saw was a pair of Bai Shengsheng's slender hands dancing nimbly at his fingertips, and the sky filled with silver threads bursting out from those ten slender fingers like waterfalls, intertwined and trembling, tens of thousands of threads. The wisps were firmly placed on top of the rough and imposing spear.

No matter how brilliant the lightning flashed, it was difficult for the spear force to land on Bai Lian's body.

They were all stopped by those countless Feisi.

Different from the translucent and soft silk threads controlled by the masked boy's fingers just now, the thousands of translucent silk threads controlled by a small female doll are more delicate and soft, but each one seems to contain a weight of ten thousand weights. Potential.

The two slender, soft and easy-to-break palms of the little puppet actually possessed incomparable strength. With one retraction and one pull, the spear was strangled, and it sank downward, nailing it firmly into the ground.

Yan Poyun's eyes sank, and he realized that he couldn't muster half of his spiritual power to pour it into the spear.

At the same time that the silver thread was wrapped around the entire body of the gun, his consciousness even completely cut off the connection with the Cloud Breaking Gun.

People control the puppet, and the puppet controls the thread, but the thread in the puppet's hand is a thousand times stronger than the thread in her master's hand!
Years of experience in life-and-death battles have made it impossible for Yan Poyun to contemplate such a weird phenomenon.

He gave up the Poyun Spear without hesitation, his mountainous shoulder muscles tightened violently, and the puppet sword inserted into his shoulder muscles seemed to be firmly stuck in his body.

The spiritual nodes in his body suddenly brightened, and the blood from the wound on his shoulder surged violently. The moment the blood left the body, it turned into a raging flame, burning the young puppet inside.

The Qi mechanism in Yan Poyun's body quickly began to function normally, he threw away his gun and clenched his fist, and at that moment, it seemed that the power of rivers and rivers was condensed in this fist.

Yan Poyun punched out, hitting the female puppet right in the face.

After knocking the puppet away, Yan Poyun let go of his fists, plunged his arms into the frosty mist and flames, and tore it apart with all his strength.

The space in front of him was torn apart like thin paper.

And behind Bai Li'an, the same broken space appeared.

Yan Poyun was still standing there, but the space behind Bai Lian was like a mirror image, and an identical Yan Poyun appeared.

Bai Lian frowned slightly, but his fingers did not move. The female puppet connected to the other end of the puppet line was not under any control, and its head was turned back after being punched, as if it was about to turn around to rescue Bai Lian.

Yan Poyun sucked a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

He stepped on the iron gun, and the iron gun was wrapped with thousands of puppet threads. When the female doll's body turned, it was restrained by the restraint, making it difficult to rush over.

Yan Poyun, the mirror image in the crack space, slowly opened his eyes, and the fire surged against the current and burned.

He looked at Bai Lian, with a cold and ruthless smile on his iron face:

"everything is over."

While speaking, he opened his mouth slightly, and between opening his mouth, exhaled a very faint purple air. The purple air was like substance, condensing a purple light and shooting towards Bai Lian's back vest.

Seeing the appearance of the purple air coming from the east, Shang Chang knew what it meant, and his face turned pale.

He had heard for a long time that Yan Poyun was still a demon fairy before he gave birth to a fairy bone, so he hid and raised a big demon Zilong in his demon soul.

Although this purple dragon is a ten thousand-year-old monster, its overall size is no more than the length of a palm, and it is raised under the tongue, which is one of Yan Poyun's certain killing skills.

This purple dragon is poisonous and can corrode everything in the world. Although it is from the monster clan, it is because it is somewhat related to the dragon clan.

Although it is extremely small in stature, there are very few natural enemies who can restrain it, whether it is in the Yao clan or the Yaoxian clan.

This purple dragon can eat human essence and blood, and rotten fairy bones. Once it enters the body, it can be decomposed into dragon energy in an instant, and it can be put into the abdomen without leaving an inch of bones.

Yan Poyun's murderous intent towards Bai Lian was not weaker than Bai Lian's murderous intent towards Zhen Yu.

Under the power of the talisman, Bailian's power of consciousness is extremely cohesive, and he can sense the strangeness behind him without turning around.

He sighed secretly in his heart.

This Yan Poyun was a little trickier than he imagined.

Forget it, after all, he is a powerful enemy in the Tongming realm, if he still retains his true strength, his life may really be in danger today.

As for what happens next, because first...

Before he could completely change his mind, Bai Lian only felt a slippery coolness from his wrist, gently wriggling between his skin.

Immediately afterwards, the temperature around him suddenly became cold, and the fiery flames in the cracked ground seemed to be drowned out by a heavy snowfall from the Kunlun Snow Peak.

The terrifying high temperature in the forest suddenly fell into midwinter, as if the air was about to freeze.

The strong wind seems to have picked up piles of huge waves, and set off frost-white snow waves in the dark forest.

As light as smoke, silver-white snowflakes fluttered in the space.

A palm that was more translucent than Bai Xue came through the wind and snow, and held the purple beam of light.

The moment the palm touched the beam of light, the beam of light exploded suddenly, and the demon power collapsed.

In the disintegrated monster mist, the body of the monster dragon was exposed.

The purple-red demon dragon without scales is really only one palm long, and the whole body is filled with poisonous mist, but it is difficult to damage that hand.

The demon dragon was born as a dragon, even if it was subdued by Yan Poyun and recognized as its master, it rarely bowed its head. It even needed Yan Poyun to feed it with the essence and blood of the tip of its tongue for many years, using the tongue as a spiritual nest in exchange. Only then did he reluctantly recognize him as the master and be driven by him.

Even the No.1 guardian of the Golden Sea has never truly awed this proud Zilong.

But at this moment, at the moment when those eyes that looked like glass and purple pearls faintly turned to look over, Zilong Lili was frightened and terrified!
In the cloud-like frost wrap, faint bluish-white spiritual energy gradually penetrated, and the cold air became faintly heavier, and the outline of a slender and extremely tall woman gradually became clearly visible in the cloud and frost.

The moonlight is like water, and between the water, the woman has silver hair like ice silk, which is as moist as rain, covering her slender body like clouds and jade. Her eyes are slender and beautiful, and her delicate face is even more vivid. The ice and snow are formed, and Qiong Yao is carved.

A pair of slender and beautiful dragon horns of the same color as the silver hair reflected a faint and cool brilliance in the moonlight.

She just stood quietly, her silver water-like hair was extremely long, hanging down her heels.

The woman has a slender neck, and her legs are even more slender, without any blemishes, the curves are formed in one go, from the jade feet like finely crafted jade carvings upwards, extending to the legs, forming a pair of exquisite workmanship.

Her demeanor seems to be gentle and elegant, dignified and beautiful, but there is also a kind of born noble aura, which seems to have grown in her flesh and blood.

She lowered her dark purple vertical pupils, and glanced lightly at the purple dragon in her hand. The purple dragon trembled all over, as if it was firmly suppressed by an extremely powerful blood force.

The body exploded with a bang, bursting into nothingness of dust particles.

Just like that, it disappeared between heaven and earth.

(End of this chapter)