The Puppeteer of Academy City

Facing Hua Qishier's sudden attack, Ling Xingye's reaction was half a beat slower. None of them, including sprites, have taken any effective measures.

Ling Xingye was just thrown to the ground by Hua Qishier.

However, Hua Seventy-two didn't continue to attack, as if he really wanted to throw the opponent down, just pressing his body so tightly.

Behind him was the hard and cold ground, but in front of him was a piece of warm and fragrant nephrite. The scene in front of him made Ling Xingye a little at a loss.

He didn't take countermeasures because he was rational and didn't want to fall into Kihara Suta's tricks; in addition, there was no hostility or murderous look on Hua Qishi just now, so he let her move.

But I didn't expect such a result.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Ling Xingye asked quickly.

"Keep down, the enemy can hear our conversation!" Hua Qishier whispered in Ling Xingye's ear.

It was only then that Ling Xingye noticed that her voice was soft, soft and waxy, which was unexpectedly pleasant—this was the real voice of the flowers. The voices of Hua Twenty-one and the others I had heard before were more like heroic female warriors, bringing There is a sonorous and powerful temperament.

"Both of us are silver," Hua Qishier continued, "so we don't have to worry about the poison for a short time, and the enemy wants to play us, so they won't use the machine gun on it for the time being."

"You mean, during this period of time, we have to find other ways to escape?" Ling Xingye continued.

"Yes," Hua Seventy-Two nodded, "So please make a strong attack, and I will cover it."

Ling Xingye patted her on the back: "Okay, but let me get up first... We have been hugging like this, and the enemy will definitely be vigilant."

"Don't worry, I've already set up the illusion," Hua Qishi said confidently, "What they see now is that we have separated and confronted each other."

However, she obediently let Ling Xingye go.

Ling Xingye breathed a sigh of relief. Although the woman in front of her was a bit strange, she was still an elite silver puppet master after all. When did she cast the illusion, she had no idea.

"Please hurry up," Hua Seventy-two anxiously urged, "I have a limited number of petals in my hand, so I can only hold on for another ten seconds!"

"enough."

After Ling Xingye finished speaking, he suddenly jumped up. His body rushed upwards at a speed that violated the laws of physics. Rather than saying it was a jump, it would be more appropriate to say that it was a take-off.

But immediately there was a black shadow flying upwards at a faster speed. In an instant, he came to an altitude of 80 meters, looked at the observation window with a posture almost overlooking, and Kihara Kazuta's astonished expression.

The altitude of 80 meters has long been out of the coverage of Hua Qishier's illusion, so Kihara Shuta discovered it immediately.

There is only one chance!

Ling Xingye knew it in his heart, his nerves were tense, and his left index finger popped out.

Zheng!

The sprite's left wrist knife popped out immediately, and then it twisted its body and exerted force.

Hearing a "snap" in the air, the entire left arm of the sprite turned into an afterimage!

The wrist knife came out of his hand, and flew out in response.

Ling Xingye used the simplest and most direct way to endow this throwing knife with a violent initial velocity of up to Mach 3—equivalent to a normal version of a super electromagnetic gun.

Coupled with the strong material of the sprite wrist knife, the power of this single strike is almost as powerful as Misaka Mikoto's super electromagnetic gun.

There was a loud bang, and the glass of the observation window instantly turned into a vast expanse of white—covered with fine cracks like spider webs.

Kihara Kazuma behind the window was on the flight path of the wrist knife, so he subconsciously dodged aside, and couldn't help but frown.

You know, this observation window is bulletproof glass—and it's still shells.

In order to conduct experiments for Accelerator, the entire set of defense facilities in the laboratory were upgraded.

Now it seems that these upgrade measures were not in vain. The wrist knife thrown by the sprite pierced the glass and failed to break through the observation window.

But through the already blurred glass, Kihara Kazuta saw that the puppet outside had raised his right hand again.

Under the traction of the silk thread, the sprite was suspended in mid-air, and the right wrist knife popped out.

Kihara Kazuta didn't dare to stay any longer, and hastily ordered the "Arena"'s safety system to be fully fired, and then led his men to escape from the observation room.

Whoosh!

The second throwing knife successfully shattered the observation window glass.

But at the same time, the machine gun array on the ceiling has all fired!

The sprite's figure was raised again, and it used its body to force the barrage against the barrage, facing up to the sky, and there were silk threads extending out of its hands and ten fingers.

Just like Ling Xingye was using "Flying Blade", Monster also waved his hands.

The "flying blade" thread was swept out, immediately destroying a large area of ​​machine guns.

A vacancy suddenly appeared in the originally impenetrable firepower network—it was exactly where Ling Xingye and Hua Qishi were located below.

In order to get a better view, Ling Xingye "flyed" to a height of about 20 meters. After opening the escape route, he hurriedly turned around to greet the other.

"Okay, we can..."

Then I saw the scene of Hua Qishier falling on the ground—the uncontrolled petals were floating beside her, and the illusion had already been dispelled.

Only then did Ling Xingye notice that the lavender poison had flooded around them.

Hua Qishi was poisoned and fell to the ground.

"The poison is spreading faster than I expected!" Ling Xingye found out that he was actually poisoned—he couldn't even open his mouth to speak!

What Kihara Shudo releases is a kind of nerve-blocking poison, which is specially used to cut off the transmission of nerve signals in the human body, and then make people lose control over the body.

Therefore, Hua Seventy-two is not dead, but unable to move.

Ling Xingye is also in the same situation.

Overhead, the machine gun arrays in other areas have turned their guns to aim at this side under the automatic control of the safety system.

Then, the firepower poured out!

At the very moment, Ling Xingye and Hua Seventy-two moved at the same time, dodging the shots from overhead with agile movements.

"Deprivation of control over the body? This tactic is ineffective against Baiyin's puppeteer!"

Ling Xingye used the human body manipulation, operating himself and Hua Qishier's body as puppets, and successfully avoided the attack.

This kind of operation technique can theoretically be done by the silver puppet master, but Ling Xingye is probably the only one who can really use it in actual combat. After all, not everyone has the assistance of "phase fulcrum".

In addition to manipulating the bodies of the two at the same time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Ling Xingye still has the power to manipulate the sprites to continue destroying the machine gun array on the ceiling.

But at this time, the most dangerous thing is not the bullet. It's the poison that is around me.

— If this continues, I am afraid that even basic activities such as breathing and heartbeat will not be able to be carried out!

Without further ado, Ling Xingye flew into the observation room with the unconscious Hua Qishier.

The sprites also entered later.

Ling Xingye smashed out two cans of accelerator with his backhand, sealing the huge hole in the observation window to prevent the poison from spreading.

When Kihara Shuta left, he also locked the door of the observation room from the outside.

But these are not problems. The most important thing now is to take a break and let the silver blood dissolve the poison inhaled into the body.

Looking at Hua Qishier who was lying on the ground again, Ling Xingye shook his head—maybe wait for her to wake up before moving on.