Broken paper people danced in the field.

Zhu Yiwen was sweating profusely and panting. His hands holding the hammer handle were trembling slightly. He touched his pocket: "The pill is gone!"

The "big move" that lasted for dozens of minutes could not withstand it at all with his current cultivation level. He relied entirely on the support of several pills thrown by Suning.

But at this moment, the pills were finally eaten up!

Around him, Suning, the last eight paper man, was left, and the corresponding one was the disintegration of the last knight.

And, the demon who was successfully hit by the thunder ball.

"The last one, catch it." Suning, who was in charge, threw out one, shook the metal sword in his hand, cut off his broken left arm, and walked towards the demon in the smoke and dust, with his eyes fierce:

"Ha...you're much easier to deal with than I thought."

A big hole was blown up by the cracked floor.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the woman in ancient Chinese costume got up from the pit. Her clothes were charred and her body was erratic, as if she was impacted by strong energy, and it was difficult to maintain a stable state.

At this moment, she was half sitting in the pit, tilted her head, looked at the sword that was approaching her forehead, showing a strange smile:

"Do you really think that a small illusion can deceive me?"

Suning's pupils shrank slightly, and the long sword of paper in his hand slashed down, but the woman did not dodge and turned around suddenly, stretching out the oil-paper umbrella in her hand.

"Peng!"

The moment the umbrella surface was opened, another sword fell from the air in the direction it was blocked, colliding with the umbrella surface, and sparks flew everywhere.

An invisible barrier was unveiled, and at some point in the corner of the hall, there was also a Suning hidden.

No, to be precise, he mingled in from outside the inn during the battle, and used illusions to block his existence, moving his position between the fields.

Command and control other paper man stand-in.

It was not until this moment that the demon's surprise attack was imitated, causing the paper man to feint the attack from the front, and the real body picture was revealed.

"Haha, it's ridiculous. Do you really think you can hide your true body when you use illusions in front of me? I'm just pretending not to know."

The woman in Hanfu sneered, and the oil-paper umbrella suddenly turned into sharp claws, strangling towards the "Suning body" hidden in the illusion.

In the distance, Zhu Yiwen had just taken the pill and rushed over to see this, but it was too late.

"You're dead," the woman said.

The next second, the smile on his face froze. Suning in front of him did not move, letting him bite him, and the flesh and blood that were torn into blue smoke.

Fake!

This is also fake!!

The woman in Hanfu stared wide and turned around under instinct. A fog that spreaded open in her pupils, an open wooden door, and a figure walking out from behind.

Suning's eyes were as bright as stars, and a punch that accumulated all its strength hit him head-on. The violent spiritual power compressed the air and made a blast.

"This is my true identity."

"So, you are the one who wants to die."

The words fell.

"boom!!!"

The violent spiritual power exploded, vaguely supporting a star-like halo. The hurricane swept across the four directions with his fist as the center. Countless broken wooden boards on the ground and stones were lifted away.

"Ah..." Zhu Yiwen subconsciously raised his arm to cover his eyes, and his whole body was pulled back by the strong wind. The dark light that appeared for some reason engulfed the entire space.

The expected brokenness, screams and howling did not arrive as promised.

Suning's fist fell down, as if it was against a soft, cold and strong place. As the spiritual power and the turbid air converged, an angry, cold female voice came from:

"You've angered me."
Chapter completed!