Killing game against the puppet master.±Pinpoint novel,

Roger looked at him meaningfully and smiled, "It sounds like you have suffered a loss under the puppet master. On the continent, including the Dark Abyss, there are only a handful of puppet masters, such as Yuan, Ying, or Luo Jue?"

He stared at the white mask with a cloak behind him, and when Luo Jue's name was mentioned, his eyes were obvious.

Roger laughed, he already knew the answer.

The man in black snorted coldly: "No need to talk nonsense, kill him."

The puppet master's delicateness and keenness made him afraid, so he would kill him earlier to save trouble, but before he could take action, the wings behind Roger had already opened.

"Swoosh",

The man in black watched Roger completely turn into a black light and appear behind Lao Bai. His steel claws and iron chains were still in his hand, and Roger's sickle had hooked on Lao Bai's neck.

"Can you still survive if you lose your head?"

Roger sneered and pulled the sickle, Lao Bai's head fell down.

The man in black frowned, threw out all three iron claws in his hand, Roger stretched out his sickle and stirred it in the air, and the blade just picked up the iron chain in the air. His wrist swung his sickle and turned around and wrapped the thick and hard iron chains.

Roger sneered: "Is it to drag you down to the point of pulling you out?"

"Hmph", the man in black snorted coldly and was about to pull the iron chain, but unexpectedly, Roger curled his lips and took the initiative to loosen the iron chain.

"Kalala",

The man in black used too much force, and the sickle flew towards him. According to the stone, it seemed that when his iron chains and steel claws were retracted, the sickle would definitely have a hole in him, but the force that could pull was difficult to offset.

In desperation, he shook the chain with his hands in his slanted hands. He wanted to go around a circle and send the sickle and the iron claws back. But Roger sneered and kicked Lao Bai who held his head with both hands. Seeing the gray-haired man's spear close to him, the light wing behind him suddenly contracted and swept back ten meters again. Then he pulled the chain with both hands like the man in black.

"Diet if you feel at ease",

"laugh"

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the sharp blade cutting his throat sounded ahead. The Gou Yan, who had been turned around by the man in black, returned to him with a fatal blow under Roger's pull.

The man in black covered his neck and showed unwillingness in his eyes, but this did not change the fact that his life was about to end.

Roger suddenly pulled back the scythe of death, and the man in black covered his neck and knelt on the ground with unwillingness to the point of falling back, then rolled down the stone pillar.

Even if it is four to one, even if he cannot use puppet technique, it seems difficult to kill him.

Roger looked at the White Mask and stretched out his fingers provocatively. Puppet lines appeared at the fingertips.

Then, like before, the puppet line broke silently.

"Interestingly, the puppet line has the characteristics of water and airflow at the same time. Because it is not a substantial entity, the physical thing cannot cut it off, just like a powerful swordsman's sword cannot cut off water and airflow."

"So there is only one way to cut it off with the airflow of the same attribute. You keep moving, just to control the airflow."

"It's a pity that you've calculated something wrong. No puppet master has a puppet thread from the beginning. At the beginning of becoming a puppet master, they use hard silver threads."

"hiss",

Silver threads fell from Roger's sleeves, and the source power rushed up the silver thread and spread into the container. The sword demon puppet appeared beside him with a flash of black light.

His fingers quickly drew, and his silver thread quickly climbed up to another puppet, a low-level puppet.

Centipede.

"Peng",

The centipede clinged behind him and made a "hissing" sound, and hissing sound flashed with silver light. Large pieces of silver needles burst out. The white mask on the stone pillar immediately frowned, and the cloak behind him was swung. The sharp silver needles hit the cloak, but they could not penetrate.

His cloak was obviously unusual, too.

"Dang", the sword demon puppet suppressed the gray-haired man's stone spear with one sword, and Roger punched Lao Bai's head that had just been closed again with a backhand.

He turned around and stretched out his fingers, and puppet threads appeared at his fingertips. This time it was not cut off. When he felt that the airflow was about to form an air blade, the centipede mouthpiece behind him sprayed out the silver needle again, and the air blade then dissipated silently.

Roger looked at the white mask and smiled: "It seems that gathering such an air blade requires full attention. Your killing game against the puppet master is really full of loopholes."

He mocked, "Now, do you have any other means to turn defeat into victory?"

He threw his backhand and the God of Death's sickle inserted it fifteen meters behind him with a "clang".

"You are still in my illusion, this is my realm",

"Oh~, is illusion? The so-called illusion is a technique that uses source power to change other people's five senses and six consciousnesses, but in fact, you can't even change my vision."

He stretched out his hand and smiled, "I can feel the wind, but your cloak is motionless. This is your low-level touch change. This is the ancient battlefield, but there is not even murderous aura. On the contrary, there is a solemn atmosphere here."

"Before I was in the middle of the arts, I moved a total of 172 steps in the battle. I remember the direction of each step. According to my calculations, we are now in the hall of the Holy See."

He smiled and said, "This is where I killed the Pope and Fatima."

The meticulous inferences and shocking memories, even the gray-haired man looked at him in surprise.

The white mask, who was also known for his strategy, was covered with dense sweat on his forehead at this time. For the first time, he felt that the enemy in front of him was so difficult to deal with.

No matter how much preparations he made, he could still find the flaws.

This thought flashed through, and he stepped forward and floated in the air. The three stone pillars disappeared together with the ancient battlefield, and even the ground disappeared, leaving only darkness in the entire space.

The gray-haired man gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Finally, the fire fold floating above suddenly faded away, and Roger seemed to be the only one left in the endless darkness.

"Roger, you're underestimating illusions after all."

"Peng",

With a heavy and powerful shot, he flew backwards, not backing, but falling without end.

It seemed like a wind was whizzing by his ears, and Roger's heart suddenly became tight. He had only taken two steps back, but why did he seem to have fallen into an endless abyss?

The ground disappeared, and he seemed to be falling rapidly in an invisible abyss. He knew that this was an illusion, but he could not grasp any foothold. His five senses and six senses had completely changed.

"Ha, do you want to kill me with such a technique?"

The light wings behind him spread out, but something even more shocked happened. Even if he shook the light wings, it seemed to fall in the abyss.

"What's going on?"

Even Roger was in trouble at this time. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better, updated and faster!...
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