Behind the shield of the dragon and snake rider, the Demon Lord with evil eyes waved his dark green robe, and countless dark green branches rushed towards Xu Yucheng.
At the critical moment, Wu Siduo appeared at Qian Mo's side like a ghost, clasped her hands together and chopped down from top to bottom.
Netherworld Slash!
A silver space vortex surrounded Qian Mo, firmly restraining his movements. Yang Nianxia's dark golden giant palm followed closely behind, and the green-scaled snake venom gradually spread.
"snort!"
Qian Mo snorted coldly, his body shook slightly, and his powerful sound aura spread out, directly shattering the space vortex that bound him.
Qian Mo glanced at her from the side; in his eyes, Wu Siduo's ghostly movements were no different from the crawling of a turtle.
He tilted his body slightly, and the Netherworld Slash brushed past the tip of his nose. At the same time, he kicked Wu Siduo in the lower abdomen with a whip-kick as fast as lightning.
This huge force almost made Wu Siduo vomit her breakfast. She flew backwards and hit the protective shield of the sparring arena, then slowly slid down.
On the other side, the Dragon Snake Rider clenched his right fist, and the golden dragon scales that were very familiar to Tang Wulin emerged. He then punched out, colliding solidly with Yang Nianxia's palm.
"Crack!"
A sound of broken bones came from Yang Nianxia's right arm. Yang Nianxia groaned and fell backwards.
"Um?"
While Wu Siduo and Yang Nianxia were attracting Qian Mo's attention, Xu Yucheng was rescued by Luo Guixing using space teleportation.
Xu Xiaoyan, who was watching from the audience, swallowed his saliva and said in disbelief: "What kind of soul skill is this? Is this a creation similar to a puppet? Does an angel martial spirit have this kind of soul skill?"
"It's obvious that Qian Mo is a twin spirit master!" Tang Wulin murmured.
"If we go up, can we break through these two puppets?" Xu Xiaoyan said with a wry smile.
"I can't break through," Ye Xinglan folded his arms and slowly gave the answer, "Amo's puppet is not inferior to the four-ring soul sect."
"What kind of soul skill is this? It's so weird!" On the stage, Yang Nianxia got up from the ground, covering his broken right arm, trying his best to endure the pain and asking the same question with sweat all over his forehead.
In a split second, he not only blocked the attacks of the five of them, but also caused them to suffer a great loss. This was completely beyond their expectations.
Luo Guixing's eyes were solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't charge hard, let Zheng Yiran spread the Green Scale Snake Venom over first, slowly wear him down, Wu Siduo, you use the Netherworld White Tiger to kill him with one strike."
"Okay," Wu Siduo said coldly, staring at Qian Mo without blinking. The slight pain in her lower abdomen told her that this man was so powerful that she needed to use her own martial soul fusion technique.
Looking at the green mist getting closer and closer in front of him, Qian Mo saw through the strategy of Luo Guixing and others at a glance, and a slight smile rose at the corner of his mouth. Do you really think that he will allow the green-scaled snake venom to spread all over the place without any hindrance?
Luo Guixing looked at Qian Mo who was unmoved, and suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart. Why was he so indifferent?
Suddenly, Wu Siduo's two cat ears moved. She turned around abruptly and saw men in black rushing out from the shadows in the back row, waving sickles in their hands, looking like the god of death who was about to reap lives.
The man in black swung the sickle, and under Zheng Yiran's incredulous gaze, the sickle steadily brushed her neck, leaving a tiny bloody mark on her throat.
Afterwards, after getting rid of Zheng Yi, the man in black had no intention of getting entangled with Wu Siduo and the others. He hid in the shadows and disappeared without a trace.
The black-clothed man was so fast and his explosive power was so strong that even Wu Siduo, who barely sensed a trace of his presence, had no time to react, let alone others. Even if Luo Guixing used space teleportation to save him, it was of no avail.
"Zheng Yiran, leave," Wu Zhangkong announced coldly, causing the students in the audience to exclaim in surprise.
Zheng Yiran clenched her fists, her face full of reluctance, but she had no choice but to step down, because if she had not been on the battlefield just now, she would have died.
"Too fast! When did he appear there?" Xie Xie shouted in surprise. As a spirit master of the agility attack type, he was well aware of the horror of that attack.
Tang Wulin also had a heavy expression on his face. None of the students present noticed the existence of the puppet.
The ultimate burst, the ultimate concealment, this is Qian Mo's fifth puppet, a killer hidden in the shadows, the reaper of death.
"With such a being hidden in the arena, the pressure brought to Luo Guixing and others is definitely much greater than that of the other two puppets." Xu Xiaoyan said.
"Defense, control, and agility. Qian Mo is like an army of one man." Tang Wulin whispered.
"This is one of Amo's strengths." Ye Xinglan looked at Qianmo intently and said softly.
Turning around again, Tang Wulin found Xie Xie lowering his head in deep thought, and called out softly, "Xie Xie, what's wrong with you?"
Xie Xie raised his head, his eyes flickering, and said in a deep voice: "Boss, tell me, is this the true meaning of agile attack?"
"Hiding in the dark, waiting for your weakness like a wolf hunting, and then giving you a fatal blow, is a much greater threat to the enemy than you relying on speed to move around in the open." Yali sighed.
"I didn't expect that although Qian Mo is not a quick attack spirit master, his understanding of the quick attack system is so unique." Shen Yi said with interest.
Wu Zhangkong commented coldly: "Compared to speed, Qian Mo's agility attack puppet obviously pays more attention to the concealment of breath and body shape, and a momentary burst. This is a very perfect assassin."
Yali nodded, "Sure enough, letting Qian Mo come to the outer courtyard was the right choice. Look, isn't he an inspiration for the academy's agility attack spirit masters?"
"As expected of His Majesty the Holy Spirit, you have a long-term vision and extraordinary insight." Shen Yi flattered.
On the stage, Wu Siduo and others were on high alert, while Luo Guixing looked around and gritted his teeth but still found nothing. If they didn't find the Death Reaper, there would always be a sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, making them afraid to use all their strength.
Seeing that Luo Guixing and the others were motionless, Qian Mo stared at the surroundings vigilantly, waved at Luo Guixing and the others provocatively, and said lightly: "Aren't you coming? Then I'll take the initiative!"
With a wave of his hand, the soul of the Evil Eye Tyrant slowly floated out of Qian Mo's body. Qian Mo gave the Evil Eye Tyrant a look and said calmly, "Go!"
"Hehehehe!" The Evil Eye Tyrant let out a villainous laugh, and then slowly merged into the body of the Demon Eye Demon Lord puppet.
"Hehehehe!" The next moment, the two eyes of the Demon Lord merged into one pupil, with red light flashing in his eyes, which was extremely evil.
Countless dark green branches spread out from under his robe, with purple-red lines resembling meridians appearing on them, and a pupil at the end of the branch suddenly opened.
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