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The extremely seductive words coupled with her soft and slightly hoarse voice, coupled with her thick red lips that looked like sausages and her body full of fat, made her face look even more ugly.

Seeing that Alamir had arrived in front of her, the dancer giggled, and the fat on her body trembled, triggering a wave of flesh that made the elf despair!

Close, close. As he spoke, Alamir was already less than five feet away from the dancer. He could even feel her hot breath hitting his body.

"Come on, my little master, your slave girl is waiting for your favor and will bear all your gentle caresses and cruel punishments." When she said the punishment, the dancer's face flashed with extreme pleasure and abnormal flushing. .

Then, the sword light rose.

Alamir's figure suddenly divided and turned into four phantoms, waving his swords with faint lightning, either stabbing with a light sword, slashing horizontally with a heavy sword, or releasing sword energy. From four directions, slash directly towards the "Mountain of Meat" on the opposite side! !

Fortunately, there was lightning and sword intent in his body. Heavenly thunder was indeed the best way to defeat evil. His sword intent was indeed of a very high level. Alamir clenched his sword tightly and crossed his swords to slash out.

The weird control method just now, although the true energy and spiritual energy were useless, the electric light and the new sword intention in the body seemed to be provoked, they joined forces to attack, and finally got rid of the restraint when they were ten feet close to the dancer. , and also noticed the "source of power" from which the other party controlled him——

It turned out to be through the earth! !

The dancer actually stepped on the ground and through power transmission, constantly changed the terrain on which Alamir stepped, letting the "earth" push him to "walk" in front of her.

This subtle change was so fast that Alamir's body couldn't react. It was like a slope suddenly appearing under his feet when walking, causing his body to lose control and move forward according to the opponent's control.

What terrifying power, what exquisite control! !

So Alamir pretended to be attacked, and let the power control him to walk in front of her, then activated the spiral nine shadows, raised his sword suddenly!

However, the truth turned out to be worse than Alamir imagined.

"Haha, my beautiful little master, your hobbies really make me, as a slave girl, like you deeply." A charming smile appeared on the dancer's face, and she let four figures slash at her body.

Bang——The phantom dissipated, and the mighty attacks of several spiral nine-shadow clones from Alamir were in vain.

Only one figure flew out upside down.

"It is also the obligation of a female slave to bear the whipping of the master. I hope my body will satisfy you." The dancer looked at the phantom flying upside down with a smile, her body twisting like a snake.

"I will remove all restraints and let you beat me hard and unscrupulously." The dancer twisted her body and made a sound that was even more unclear, as if some kind of movement was reaching its climax.

Although the sword just struck the dancer, it didn't even break her clothes!The long sword seemed to have struck an invisible barrier, not even touching her veil.

With all his strength, the sword did not break through the defense! !Moreover, the clones of the Spiral Nine Shadows were scattered by the opponent's irresistible force, and could not even sustain it for one second.

This first-generation Dark Sun puppet named Dancer is so terrifying!

At the end of the powerful crossbow, the force could not penetrate Lu Zhen. Alamir had just experienced this feeling. When the sword went down, it seemed that all the strength was trapped in the quagmire. It was obviously a powerful sword, but there was always a kind of strength that used the old... It felt like, when it came into contact with the barrier, the other party skillfully relieved the force, and then didn't even touch the corner of the other party's clothes.

Have you already been exposed to the "field"?Although he hit the opponent's "power", he felt like facing a weakened version of Qianshan. Alamir instantly understood that the opponent was about to realize the intermediate peak of "field"! !

But Alamir's sword didn't end it!

As long as you are not standing on the ground, you will not be affected!At this time, Alamir, who was hidden in the fog at high altitude, crossed his swords and cut them down!

Lieque is shocking! ! !

From the beginning, Alamir used his strongest move. The figure that flew out was also the effect of his devotion. He used almost half of his spiritual energy to distort his perception of reality and forcefully A clone created from life to time!

From the moment he drew his sword, Alamir was above the dancer's head!

"You want a hard blow, don't you? Okay, I'll satisfy you right now."

Alamir, who was falling rapidly, felt that his body, mind, and body were all integrated under this sword!

Click - thunder sounded for the first time in the black prison.

The two sword lights intertwined, and the sword lights were like thunder, striking hard on the "Mountain of Meat" below!

Cracking - the sword edge penetrated the flesh.

Poof - a stream of blood mist spurted out.

Bang - a figure flew out upside down.

Even with the strongest sword, Alamir just "broke" the dancer's defense, leaving a shallow bloody mouth on her body.

Then, an irresistible force knocked him flying to the edge of the white mist, making a dull sound. After being hit hard, Alamir could no longer control himself, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth!

If the white mist hadn't stopped him, Alamir, who felt like he was falling apart, might have flown farther...

"It's really exciting me more and more, beautiful person, my little master tonight." A soft voice whispered in Alamir's ear.

What a speed! ! !The pores all over Alamir's body exploded, and he felt as if a pillar-like arm was enlarging in front of him!

The snake moves like a raccoon, and the blue steps down! !Alamir used his strongest physical skills, and the figure on the ground twisted strangely, trying to avoid the opponent's attack.

Bang——The arm came into contact with the elf's body and made a slight sound.

"Oh??? Sure enough, being able to kill Thor's ignorant and charming little master is so lively that it makes people's hearts beat?" He looked at the slowly disappearing figure in his hand, and then looked at Alamire in the distance. , the fat on the dancer's body surged, squeezing the wounds caused by the lightning that had just penetrated her body into a line, revealing the pierced gauze, showing no signs of injury.

In the distance, Alamir stood up with bleeding eyes.

In the blow just now, Alamir mobilized all the spiritual energy in his body, distorted reality again, controlled the "spiritual clone" in the distance to block in front of him, and then twisted like a snake to avoid the blow. .

The way snakes travel also relies on the undulations and twists of the ground, and the miraculous skill of snake walking and flying raccoons obviously draws on this.

Looking at the pierced gauze, the white flesh gushing out of the opponent, Alamire's face condensed as he tried his best and used up all his psychic powers.

Then he laughed again.

This smile is like a spring bud breaking through the ground, a smile from the heart.

It is also like a white plum tree in full bloom on a solitary snow-capped peak.

If Yang Guo saw Alamir's expression, he would definitely smile and say that Chi'er didn't learn swordsmanship well. His smile was quite similar to that of Brother Ximen.

The sword god smiled.

"Little master, beautiful elf, why do you show such a charming smile? It's so hateful. It makes me want to trample on it!!" As soon as she finished speaking, the dancer's face showed a ferocious and twisted malice. It brought out a fleshy light that looked like Bai Lian.

Jingle bells - a rapid and beautiful sound sounded in the shrill wind, like wind chimes in the desert wind.

Dancer, it’s time to show off!

The characters in their respective memories overlapped in this smile, but the appearance of "him" ignited the injured people's respective longings.

The poison of memories lingers deep into the bones, and there is no cure.

After all, who is the "injured person"? ?

So the unwillingness gave birth to resentment, and the veil of disguised charm was lifted, revealing the full malice underneath.

Then the blood will begin to flow.