When the words were finished, two figures appeared opposite the masked poster, Wu Mian and Gui Bugui.

After a smile at the masked poster, the old guy continued, "The spiritual consciousness that came to us to ask for the relics of Yan Aihou was not the one who guarded the relics at the time. Since you can appear here, then I guessed that the spiritual consciousness just now was newly split by another poster. Maybe he was idle? I was upset, so I released the spiritual consciousness that was fused by him and wanted to take out the relics of Yan Aihou from the old man like this, right? It's a pity. I thought it was good. If that spiritual consciousness came with Niu'er, I would believe it 80% of the old man, just a little bit short of it. As long as the things are not human, it would be too fake."

"There is no one soon." After a sneer, the masked poster continued, "The grudge between me and Mr. Yan Ai should have been settled today..."

Speaking of this, the masked poster seemed to have not seen Wu Mian and Gui Bugui, and walked towards their positions. After two or three steps, there was a long sword in his hand. After the long sword was in his hand, the masked poster said: "It has been dragging it for too long. After today, the blood of Yan Ai will never bother me again."

"You said the opposite. After today, you will never disturb the bloodline of Yan Aihou again," Wu Mian sneered and walked towards the masked poster. After the white-haired man ruined the appearance of the poster, the poster actually gritted his teeth in anger at Wu Mian. Every time he saw himself in the bronze mirror, the poster wanted to eat the flesh and blood of the white-haired man bit by bit. If it weren't for him and another poster, the poster had already come to Wu Mian to fight to the death.

However, under extreme anger, the masked poster had no choice but to worry about it. After seeing Wu Mian coming towards him, he was very murderous. He raised his long sword and was about to slash Wu Mianxu three or five feet away.

At this moment, Wu Mian suddenly touched his back quickly, as if he had found something, and waved to the direction of the mask owner.

At this time, the mask owner had already learned that Wu Mian's dragon scale magic weapon had almost been consumed, but his face was still destroyed by Wu Mian's magic weapon after all. He was full of fear of Wu Mian's magic weapon that he could not see from his heart. After seeing the white-haired man's movement, the owner instinctively dodged his body, and at the same time changed the sword path of the long sword in his hand, blocking it in the direction of Wu Mian's wave.

However, after the long sword changed its direction, nothing happened. At this moment, the poster realized that Wu Mian had no invisible magic weapon in his hand. In anger, he waved his sword again to slash at Wu Mianxu.

At this time, the white-haired man made the same move as before and waved to the masked poster again. This time the poster was not fooled, ignored Wu Mian's move, and slashed at his head again.

Just as the sword tip was formed, the sword in the hands of Wu Mian was about to slash towards Wu Mian, the sword in the masked post suddenly shook for no reason, and then the sword body was pulled by an inexplicable force and moved a few points to the left. The wind deviated from the original direction and slashed the candlelight platform more than one zhang away from Wu Mian in half.

The moment the sword body was deviated, the mask owner had already understood what had happened. Wu Mian also had a magic weapon spider silk chain in his hand. He had heard of this magic weapon from another himself. Wu Mian's dragon scale magic weapon had been exhausted. He was just cheating himself before. His spider silk chain was the killer weapon.

However, the master of the mask is much more powerful than Wu Mian after all. He exerted a little force in his hand and regained the control of the sword. Just when he raised the sword again and attacked the white-haired man opposite, the sword body was once again pulled by a force. However, this time the power was much stronger. The master of the mask has not regained the control of the sword.

Gui Bugui, the masked poster immediately understood something and turned towards the direction of being pulled by force. Sure enough, the unsightly Gui Bugui slowly appeared in the direction of the long sword being pulled. After a smile, he said to the poster: "You forgot me..."

While speaking, the masked poster and Gui Bugui fought at the same time and began to compete for control of the long sword. At this moment, the poster suddenly screamed, then released the long sword in his hand, and instantly retreated seven or eight feet away. After standing back, the mask on the poster's face had been broken in half. A blood groove appeared on the poster's face, which was already seriously sunken, and blood could not stop rushing out. If he took a step back, his head would have turned into two halves.

"Look, be impatient," Gui Bugui said this to Wu Mian, who was standing at the owner's position just now. When he spoke, the old guy had already held the sword that originally belonged to the owner and handed the sword to Wu Mian. He continued: "You took the first half of the exam just now. Now the owner's head can no longer be matched. What a pity, it's just a little bit short of it."

Wu Mian ignored the old guy and looked at the sword in his hand. He slowly walked towards the poster whose blood had stopped on his face, saying as he walked: "I made a bet with the old guy. I originally thought you would not be embarrassed by that child for the sake of Yan Aihou, but it seems that I was wrong..."

"You both guessed wrongly." Seeing Wu Mian walking towards him again, the poster calmed down a lot. After wiping the blood left on his face, the poster continued to speak in his stomach: "But today the grudge between me and Mr. Yan Ai must be settled. Don't think that a sneak attack can stop me. I won't bother you, see what else do you have to do,"

When the last word fell to the ground, a dozen figures appeared suddenly from the darkness. These people were wearing black cloaks that looked the same as the poster. From the cloak, everyone was wearing masks that looked the same as the poster. At that time, the two poster appeared in the form of puppets. It seems that he picked up his old business again this time.

"Let me see how many you can stop," the poster sneered, pointed to the palace opposite, and said, "No one in the palace is left..."

Before he finished speaking, more than a dozen puppets that were exactly the same as him were exposed to the palace at the same time. Wu Mian and Gui Bugui had no intention of blocking them. However, when these puppets rushed over from the two, Wu Mian and Gui Bugui waved their hands at the same time. Half of the puppets in the blood were broken into two halves. The remaining half of the puppets seemed to have not seen them and continued to rush towards the palace.

Just as more than a dozen puppets rushed towards the palace, the owner also mixed in the puppet. He originally thought that he would give him a chance to help him. As long as he restrained this old guy, the remaining Wu Mian would be vulnerable as long as he was careful that the spider silk chain in his hand would be vulnerable.

Unexpectedly, after Wu Mian and Gui Bugui killed half of the puppet, they actually went to the masked poster at the same time. Wu Mian even connected the long sword to the spider silk chain and threw the long sword that originally belonged to the poster at him.

Gui Bugui with spider silk chains has already given the faceless owner a headache. In addition, Wu Mian, who also uses spider silk chains, dare not find a fight easily. At that moment, he could only retreat again and fight with these two people from afar. However, as long as he entangled the two people, even if time was created for the puppets, the soul of Yan Ai Hou's daughter would be completely finished.

However, unlike what the faceless poster expected, seven or eight puppets rushed into the palace and seemed to have completely disappeared, without even making any sound, as if nothing had happened.
Chapter completed!