"Only this is the only thing I can never back down." Ling Xingye said.
Whether it's for Sister Yang and Hitomi Shiranui, or from the standpoint of "Silver Puppet Master", enemies like automatic puppets must be dealt with by themselves!
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
—Ling Xingye's declaration ignited the powder keg.
Originally, the enemy's simple provocation was actually very insincere, and almost no one would be fooled.
Especially the wind ahead, from the very beginning, he didn't mean to pay attention to it.
But Ling Xingye's determined attitude stimulated her. The two sides were originally hostile, and this small stimulus became the fuse to detonate the battle again.
Ling Xingye and Yaoyao immediately went up to fight and started a close combat.
The wind in front is not good at fighting, but her wind technique is extremely superb, moving around, creating a wind barrier at a very close range, and defusing the attacks of Ling Xingye and Yaoyao one by one.
The two sides were ping-pong-pong, and Accelerator watched for a while, then yawned boredly.
"Boring, why is my uncle wasting time here?"
He sneered disdainfully, turned and left directly.
—The night walk is over, time to go back and see how the kid is doing.
A few minutes later, the front wind once again summoned a devastating and terrifying gale, which was powerful enough to destroy the abandoned theater beside it.
For a while, sand and rocks flew, and the sky was dark.
When the strong wind receded and the dust settled, the scene turned out to be an astonishing scene.
Ling Xingye and Yaoyao fell to the ground, and the clothes they just changed into beggars' clothes again.
The wind ahead is still standing, but it is also motionless.
The scene was deadlocked for more than ten seconds, and Ling Xingye finally recovered, and slowly got up from the ground; on the other side, Ling Xingye also stood up.
But the wind in front still stood there, motionless.
Looking carefully, she saw tight silk threads criss-crossing around her, trapping her tightly like a spider's web.
"That's it, I won." Ling Xingye straightened his body and said softly.
After that, he ignored her and walked towards "Bo Mingzuo" with the sprites.
"Hey, open the door." Ling Xingye kicked the head of the puppet just now.
He has already seen that the "Bo Mingzuo" in front of him has become a part of a certain field.
This is the "Fang Cun Mountain" of automatic puppet of Yanshi level.
So the gale brought by the wind in front just now didn't damage the building at all.
"Fang Cun Mountain" is a world of its own, without the owner's permission, it is difficult to break into it from the outside—unless the same nature of force and neutralization is used.
Just like the battle between Baiyin Yao and Yanshijia before.
Ling Xingye has just become a silver puppet master, so of course it is impossible to build his own "Pot in the Realm" so quickly.
Accelerator is certainly powerful, but his strength is entirely based on his personal ability, and has nothing to do with such things as "fields".
The only thing that is possible is the wind ahead, whether it is the Christianity or the magician system, there is a power similar to the "field".
But she is an enemy, and she doesn't necessarily have the power of the "field".
So Ling Xingye didn't count on her from the beginning.
In this way, the only way to enter Baoliang's magic theater is to follow its rules and decide the winner outside first.
Fortunately, Accelerator didn't join in the fun and left directly. This greatly relieved Ling Xingye's pressure.
Ling Xingye saw at a glance that these "Miss Welcomes" were not ordinary dolls, but genuine automatic puppets.
Although the appearance is beautiful and lovely, it is completely understandable that Baoliang has raised an army in its square inch mountain!
Ling Xingye took a deep breath, picked up the travel bag, and entered the magic theater with sprites.
Obviously entered from the main entrance, but after going through the dark and narrow passage for a day, the eyes suddenly opened up.
At the end of the passage was an unbelievably spacious space.
It is not a vast space that the "Bomingza" theater can accommodate. If you have to say it, it should be compared with a giant stadium such as the Tokyo Dome.
The surroundings are dim, and the edge can hardly be seen, giving people the feeling of being on a vast plain.
Passing through the last door, Ling Xingye found himself directly in the center of the theater stage.
In front of him was the magician Bao Liang whom he had just met not long ago.
Baoliang was wearing a neat tuxedo, a top hat, a stick of civilization, and a perfect smile on his face.
"Meet you again," Bao Liang said, "I said, I want to see your performance. It's a pity..."
He shrugged and spread his hands: "I didn't expect to meet again under such circumstances. But it's not bad, I have prepared the grandest stage, please perform to your heart's content!"
Baoliang opened his arms, and a thick beam of light swept across the auditorium in the direction of its fingers.
The auditorium, which is comparable to a stadium with a capacity of 100,000 people, is actually full of seats at first glance!
Every audience member is a genuine human being, but with a dull expression, sitting on their seats like a walking dead, not seeing the slightest movement.
With a number of 100,000 people, almost everyone is in such a half-dead state.
It looked extremely weird and terrifying.
Ling Xingye's heart tightened, but it was just a quick glance, and there was no time to find Sister Yang, Hitomi Shiranui and Misaka Mikoto.
"Where are they?" Ling Xingye asked directly.
"they?"
"You know, Lu Xuyang, Hitomi Shiranui and Misaka Mikoto."
"Oh?" Bao Liang looked at him meaningfully, "Do you only care about those close to you? Ling... Xingye, when did you regain your sobriety?"
Ling Xingye fainted the moment he started to confront the front wind, and the next battle should be dominated by the second personality.
But Ling Xingye under the second personality will not only care about a few specific objects, but will help everyone equally.
Therefore, Bao Liang immediately judged that the person who appeared in front of him at this moment was Ling Xingye himself.
"Ah..." Baoliang sighed heavily~www..com~Although I am looking forward to your own performance; but..."
Baoliang waved his hand, and the "Miss Welcome" and a group of "acrobats" suddenly rushed forward.
"Today's situation is special," Baoliang said, "I'm not looking for you, but 'Qianji'."
——that is, Ling Xingye's second personality.
For this reason, the first thing to do is to make Ling Xingye faint.
Baoliang didn't want to waste time on such trivial matters, so he sent his men.
Ling Xingye opened the silk thread, ready to fight.
At this time, the monster behind him suddenly spoke.
"I found... nuns and ladies."
Saying that, "Spirit" stepped forward, pulling out a sledgehammer with iron thorns wrapped around it from the shadow behind him.
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