When the word "I" was spoken, the poster suddenly disappeared from the spot. At the same time, Wu Mian, who was already prepared, grabbed a handful of hands behind his back. As his hands were swinged back and forth after he retracted them, there was a sound of breaking the wind beside the white-haired man.

"Good magic weapon..." Ji Lao's voice, who had just disappeared, rang out again, but there was a muffled dull sound mixed in his voice. As the words fell, his figure appeared five or six feet in front of Wu Mian.

A bloody wound appeared slanted on Ji Lao's chest, but under his immortal system, Wu Mian and others watched the wound start to heal, and after a faint smile at the white-haired man, the poster continued: "This traceless magic weapon is indeed a magical product, but you and I have the same system. If you want to solve me in one go, you or cut off my head..."

When he said this, Ji Lao pointed his hand at his heart, and then continued, "Either dig out the heart from here, otherwise it would be easier for me to die."

"Okay, I remember," Wu Mian said these words, and waved his arms a few times in the direction where Ji Lao was again. The owner of the post seemed to be fixed, without any evasion, allowing Wu Mianli's magic weapon to pass through his body. This time, Ji Lao's body did not change at all, as if Wu Mian really just waved to him.

It is the first time that a magic weapon has failed. If this is just a normal magic weapon, it is a magic weapon made of dragon scales. If this kind of magic weapon cannot cure Ji Lao, then Wu Mian will only have no hand.

Just as the white-haired man was about to attack Ji Lao again, his body suddenly flashed, and then he saw the third person who was exactly the same as his poster appeared beside him. At the same time, Ji Lao, who was standing opposite him, disappeared instantly. The one who had been standing here just now was the poster's poster's poster. If it was just an illusion, it would probably be seen through by Wu Mian at one glance, but there was no difference between the poster and the deity. Even with Wu Mian's eyesight, he could not tell that the deity was the deity. And being able to preserve his poster for so long has shown that Ji Lao's magic is profound.

After seeing Wu Mian dodge at the first time, Ji Lao smiled and put down his raised hand. After a slight smile, he said to Wu Mian who had retreated several feet away: "No, I avoided it as soon as possible, but do you really think this is over?"

At the same time as the last word came out, a figure suddenly flashed in front of Wu Mian. Just as the white-haired man was wielding his magic weapon to cut down on Ji Lao who suddenly appeared in front of him, the figure of the poster appeared again beside him. While the magic weapon in Wu Mian had cut the figure in front of him, Ji Lao, who suddenly appeared beside him, suddenly raised his foot and kicked the white-haired man away.

With a "bang," Wu Mian had already stabilized after being kicked into the air. After the white-haired man landed steadily, two of the three posters' figures suddenly disappeared, only Ji Lao, who had kicked him away just now, was still standing on the ground.

"Although magic weapons are good, if you can't even tell which one is true or which one is false, then your magic weapons will still..." Before he finished speaking, Ji Lao's brow suddenly frowned. When he looked down, he saw an extremely small wound appearing in his heart, and blood was flowing down.

After Wu Mian spat a mouthful of blood, he said to Ji Lao in his unique tone: "Thank you for reminding me just now. It's a pity, it's still a little bit worse. I originally planned to pick out your heart, but it's a pity that's a little bit worse."

"Can you do it seriously now?" Another poster who has been standing there said to himself in the distance: "Even the enemy, you must respect him and give Wu Mian a decent cycle. Wu Mian is not as weak as you imagined. If this continues, we will both be ruined here."

"Here comes again..." Ji Lao in front of Wu Mian frowned disapprovingly. After looking back at another self, he murmured to himself in a low voice: "It was your master who taught him again. He is your master and not mine. He cannot even keep his soul. What qualifications do you have to teach others..."

Although the few words were very small, they still heard it in the ears of another Ji Lao behind him. After taking a deep breath, he let the other one do whatever he wanted. It seemed that these two men who were the same were not as united as they imagined. When Gui Bugui in the distance saw this, a touch of playful smile appeared in the corners of his eyes.

"It seems that I should be more serious," Ji Lao smiled coldly, and a faint yellow halo suddenly appeared on the surface of his body. After this halo appeared, the expression on the face of another poster standing behind was a little relaxed.

"I won't let you suffer too much pain, but it's a pity for your seeds..." While speaking, Ji Lao suddenly turned his head, and a chill flashed through his ears. After a faint smile, the poster suddenly rushed towards Wu Mian.

While the poster rushed over, Wu Mian first greeted the magic weapon in his hand. After seeing that there was no effect, he was preventing Ji Lao from disturbing himself with the afterimage just now. The body of the white-haired man disappeared into the air. The moment Wu Mian disappeared, Ji Lao had already reached his position just now and punched the disappearing air of the white-haired man.

With a "bang," Wu Mian was beaten out of the air. After landing, Wu Mian opened his mouth and spurted out blood. Before he could recover from this breath, Ji Lao appeared next to the white-haired man again. Wu Mian gritted his teeth and waved the dragon scale magic weapon in his hand towards Ji Lao's calves.

With a muffled sound, Wu Mian only saw a gap in the yellow halo on Ji Lao's calf, which did not hurt the author a little bit. Moreover, this layer of halo immediately filled the gap, which looked no different from the moment.

"Are you surprised?" When Ji Lao said the four words "Ji Lao", Wu Mian had already given up the magic weapon in his hand and activated the thunder-induced technique. His body was filled with dense arcs of electric arcs. However, after all, he was still very different from Ji Lao's strength. The owner was just a little afraid of his magic weapon. When Wu Mian used the magic, Ji Lao seemed to have not seen it, letting Wu Mian's arcs fill his whole body, and then jumped up and rushed towards him.

Just as the white-haired man jumped up, Ji Lao pointed at his body. Wu Mian seemed to be hit by a big stick with a force of ten thousand pounds, and flew horizontally seven or eight feet away. Before Wu Mian could land, Ji Lao was already standing there waiting for him.

Seeing that Wu Mian was about to fall, Ji Lao punched the white-haired man in the air. In the air, Wu Mian had already waved his dragon scale magic weapon and chopped the poster's neck. It was still the same as before. This time, he just cut out a gap in the halo on his neck. Before he could do the second time, the gap in the halo on Ji Lao's neck had been repaired again.

With a "bang," Wu Mian was beaten out again, and blood was spurted out in the air. Seeing that Xi Yingzhen really had no intention of interfering, Ji Lao continued to walk slowly towards Wu Mian who had fallen to the ground, and said as he walked: "Are you a little surprised? There is no record in this magic priest. This is specifically used to deal with magic weapons like you. You are the first man to experience the power of this magic."

After speaking, he punched Wu Mian who had just stood up. The two men were still three or four feet away, but Wu Mian seemed to have been hit by this punch and flew out upside down.
Chapter completed!