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One hundred and seventieth chapters the hands of the deer who died

Gradually, the figure stabilized, but couldn't see clearly.

Everyone, except for the black-armored man who was the first, were all black shadows, but from each person's figure and weapons, Ruozhi could roughly distinguish one or two.

For example, the figure standing, no, should be floating not far away, high above, looks like a woman, but she has a big bow in her hand. Of course, the bow is just a black shadow, and there is a hint of black air above the black shadow.

Who is the Wanqi woman who is not the one who died on the small continent in the heart of the lake?

Ruozhi looked carefully and saw that some people could see, such as the smaller shadow, which was clearly Xiaolu, but he could not recognize most of the shadows at all. Who did it belong to?

However, after looking at it, it seemed that Chen Lei was not noticed.

However, he discovered another problem. Everyone's weapons were completely different, and there were even some strange guys who could not recognize what they were.

Although, Ruoyi saw that these people were probably difficult to deal with, because each different weapon had its own different functions, and when they cooperated with each other, they were definitely much stronger than a single weapon.

However, Ruozhi still laughed out loud with a "puff".

Ye Ying looked at Ruozhi strangely, but did not ask, and Ruozhi did not explain, because the reason was very simple, but it was not necessarily suitable for others.

The scene in front of him reminded Ruozhi of the ink painting he saw in the strange book given by Xuan Min, called the Monkey Playing Picture.

In the picture, the black monkeys each hold different weapons in their hands and make various funny moves, which makes people laugh. The scene is so similar to the current one...

But the only difference is that the figures on the opposite side are not monkeys in the ink painting. They are not here to make people laugh, but to kill people. And the target of this death is the two of them.

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I saw that the city gate when I came in was right in front of me, but there were so many people gathered here.

It seems that Ye Ying's choice is not wrong. He and he are the right one. And here is probably the place where all the masters gather and fight him for the last battle. But can these condensed figures want to do it?

Humph, a joke, for a moment, Ruozhi's heart was full of passion.

However, Ruozhi did not underestimate his opponent because of this. He still understood the principle that the eagle had to do his best to fight against the rabbit.

With one hand, he hugged Ye Ying tightly, and holding a sword weapon in the other hand, a cold light flashed out as the sword blade moved, just across from them and the group of figures opposite him. For a moment, the evil spirit was revealed.

"You guys, get out of the way, otherwise, die." Ruozhi tried his best to pretend to be fierce, with the intention of overwhelming the opponent first.

But can the figures on the other side be scared by them?

He didn't know either.

"Don't waste your time. These are projections gathered with the spiritual power of heaven and earth. There will be no fear," Ye Ying, beside her, spoke and said.

"Projection?" Ruozhi remembered this thing, he had also seen it in the Record of Common Knowledge of Taoism, "Since it is a projection, I am afraid that the combat power is only about 30% of the original body, so don't we have to pay attention to it."

Ye Ying shook her head gently, looked ahead, and said solemnly: "No, you only know one thing, but not the other. Yes, the projection only has about 30% of the combat power of the original body, but this is only calculated for the spiritual energy carried by the cultivator. In other words, the projection of a cultivator can only have about 30% of the spiritual energy of the original body, so it symbolically believes that there are only about 30% of the combat power of the original body. However, there are too many factors that can affect it."

"What about?" Ruozhi asked. When he was reading a book, there were not so many introductions about projection. Just a few sentences, he did not know as much as Ye Ying knew.

"For example, the magic weapons and the power of magic weapons they own; and for example, whether the attributes of their own martial arts are incompatible; and for example, the killer moves they practice, how powerful they are, etc., are there too many," Ye Ying said, "And."

"And what?" Ruozhi asked.

"And what we are facing this time is just projections of mortals. Do you think mortals will fight with spiritual energy?" Ye Ying asked.

"Of course not," Ruozhi shook his head and said.

Yes, it is impossible for mortals to rely on spiritual energy. So, this so-called projection only accounts for 30% of the combat power, is afraid that it will not apply to this at all. That is to say, what you have to face is real, the opponent in its heyday.

"Junior Brother Ruozhi, what level of cultivation have you reached?" Ye Ying suddenly asked.

"Haha", Ruozhi smiled awkwardly.

Ye Ying understood the smile, but she was afraid that there was still no change. She couldn't help but sighed secretly, "You go by yourself."

"What?" Ruozhi didn't seem to hear clearly, what Ye Ying was saying.

"I'll let you go by yourself, and then go find my master to save me," Ye Ying said.

"How is this possible? Don't say I don't know how to get out. Even if I know how to get out, it's impossible. Let's go alone," Ruozhi refused.

"Don't make fearless sacrifices. You can't beat so many of them by yourself. If you go back to find my master, you may have a glimmer of hope," Ye Ying said, "What's more, at most, they just seal my memory again and lock me back to that small building in the lake."

Ruozhi shook his head, "Don't lie to me, how is that possible? Look at the sword wounds on you, it is obvious that you are going to kill you, and I suddenly remembered something."

"What's the matter?" Ye Ying asked.

"I still remember that I was practicing swords at Qiancuifeng and Master Mu Qing. When I woke up, I arrived here, and this place was used to imprison you. So why, I, an irrelevant person, appeared here?" Ruozhi spoke and replied slowly.

As he said that, without waiting for Ye Ying to answer, he said to himself: "There is only one answer, that is, someone sent me in. As for who this person is, what do you think, Senior Sister Ye."

Yes, if someone really sent Ruozhi in, it would be Xuan Min, at least it was Xuan Min's suggestion. After all, she was her apprentice, and others would not let Ruozhi come in and take risks, Ye Ying thought of this.

"So, let's not think about anything else. If you can walk out today, just go out together. If you can't walk out, you can't, and you can only die here together." As he said, Ruozhi seemed to emit a kind of momentum, a kind of aura that looked down on the world and fearless, not like the previous one, who was timid and timid.

"What's more, it's not certain that anyone can kill him."
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