At this time, the streets of Wuwu City were forcibly divided into two areas.
The area where purple powder floated was filled with purple mist, making it gradually difficult for people outside to see the situation on the battlefield.
People within the purple haze can essentially see the outside situation clearly.
However, the effect of the purple mist is to confuse people inside, causing them to be unable to fully see the peripheral situation under the psychedelic effect.
Zhao Qian's eyes were confused, his pupils were dull, and he was frozen in place.
He held his forehead with one hand and clenched the hexagonal dart in his hand with the other.
The Zhang Meng in front of him changed from one to two, and then the two Zhang Meng began to revolve around him again.
After seeing this situation, Zhao Qian carefully held the hexagonal dart and swung his head back and forth following the two Zhang Meng.
It seems that they want to distinguish which is true and which is false.
Zhao Qian's eyes suddenly became fierce as his eyes fluctuated.
"MD, I don't care which one is true."
After saying that, he threw darts directly at one of them, Zhang Meng.
Zhao Qian saw the hexagonal dart hit Zhang Meng. The next second, Zhang Meng's figure turned into a mist and suddenly dissipated in front of him. The dart missed and fell straight to the ground.
"Ding--"
Seeing this, Zhao Qian's pupils tightened and he quickly recalled the hexagonal darts.
The dart returned to his hand, and he turned around and threw it towards the other Zhang Meng.
The previous situation recurred.
The extra variable is that the Zhang Meng who initially dissipated has condensed back into Zhang Meng at some unknown time.
None of the two Zhang Meng is real.
Not only that, this piece of meng also appeared in front of him one after another.
The hexagonal darts were like ghosts hitting a wall, hitting the ground back and forth, being thrown out by Zhao Qian, and then summoned back again and again.
Zhao Qian has poor physical fitness and cannot keep up with his physical strength. He cannot keep throwing to eliminate countless Zhang Meng.
I was so exhausted that I could only hold my knees with my hands and gasp for air.
"Huh, huhu..."
Staring at Zhang Meng who was still jumping sideways repeatedly in front of him, Zhao Qian's mental state almost collapsed.
I'm exhausted both physically and mentally, but I can't stop.
If Zhang Meng really took advantage of this opportunity to take action, wouldn't he be waiting for death?
Here, Zhao Qian is doing his best to eliminate his opponents.
Over there, Zhang Meng was also struggling to kill the enemy.
The situation in Zhao Qian's eyes was a supernatural event, while what Zhang Meng faced was a difficult situation.
Zhang Meng's muscles were tense all over his body, his eyes were as bright as fire, and he was concentrating on fighting Zhao Qian in front of him.
Zhao Qian, who was fat and exhausted, was now transformed into an opponent with extremely fast reaction speed.
Zhao Qian held a hexagonal dart and threw it at him frequently, attacking Zhang Meng's weak points again and again.
Zhang Meng could only be forced to defend, waving the short knife in his hand to block the darts.
The short sword blocked the dart again, and the weapons collided with each other, making a harsh sound.
"Zheng——"
The hexagonal dart did not hit the ground and bounced directly into Zhao Qian's hand.
Zhang Meng caught the gap between the rebound of the darts, exerted force with his feet, held a short knife in his hand, and attacked Zhao Qian's chest fiercely.
Seeing that he was about to pounce on Zhao Qian, he seized the opportunity and raised his hand to throw the dagger directly.
However, what made him suffocated was that Zhao Qian seemed to have anticipated his thoughts.
He retreated very quickly and avoided the fatal blow by turning sideways.
The short knife was inserted straight into the ground like a parabola.
After the blade was inserted into the ground, the handle swung back and forth with the inertia, which showed that Zhang Meng had used a lot of strength.
As a master of hand-to-hand combat, Zhang Meng had been tricked by Zhao Qian before, and now it was absolutely impossible for him to be left defenseless again.
The moment the dagger fell to the ground, he had already expected that the weapon had failed and there was no longer a weapon in his hand.
With his mind racing, Zhang Meng took out a long knife from his bracelet.
As soon as the golden long sword appeared, the blade immediately emitted a dazzling light.
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Li Yiran fell into a irritable mood as early as after questioning Ding Yi.
"What the hell? Three versus one is enough for us, why do we have to use this kind of prop?"
A range prop, extremely lethal, and does not distinguish between friend and foe.
How could Ding Yi have such a devilish prop?
What's even more frightening is that he actually took it out and used it.
In this moment of lucidity, Li Yiran was so furious that she only had time to complain about Ding Yi.
For a moment, I couldn't tell whether Ding Yi was too stupid to cooperate with them.
Or this person had other plans and decided to carry out a suicide attack.
Now, the scene in front of Li Yiran was even more outrageous.
Zhao Qian and Ding Yi are cooperating, and the target of attack is not only Zhang Meng, but also herself.
Li Yiran's eyes flickered and she understood instantly.
"I just said why is something so wrong? You two really have bad intentions."
Li Yiran was forced to stand with Zhang Meng, and she took the pills she had held in time.
The long whip in his hand was whipped towards Ding Yi, but Ding Yi held it with his bare hands and pulled her back hard, apparently intending to drag her over.
Li Yiran was sweating on her forehead and quickly called Zhang Meng for help.
The four of them instantly struggled with each other.
Long whips, daggers, and darts collided, making bursts of harsh sounds.
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On the other side, Ding Yi was shaking his head crazily, trying to cheer up.
One thing is true. This range attack prop really confuses the crowd without distinguishing between friend and foe.
Whichever direction the prop user blows, it will spread wherever it goes.
But he held back and did not tell the truth to Li Yiran.
As the controller of props, Ding Yi has some inherent advantages.
Immune to some of the side effects of fog.
He will not be attacked by people in a chaotic state, and his mental state is much better than others.
Of course, just because it's much better doesn't mean it won't have any effect at all.
Originally, according to the correct and best usage method, this prop should be used in conjunction with sobriety props.
In this way, Ding Yi will be completely unaffected by the chaos.
However, Ding Yi did not have such luck.
I only got such a powerful prop, and there are no spiritual props to match it.
The good news is that he is somewhat sober now.
Ding Yi looked over intently, and what he saw was quite funny.
Zhang Meng's eyes were sharp and he kept dodging back and forth, waving the short knife in his hand into the air.
The same goes for Zhao Qian.
The dart in his hand was thrown to the ground, and he immediately summoned it back to his hand.
On the bluestone pavement, a small crater was made by a dart.
Zhao Qian's forehead was covered with sweat, and he was breathing heavily, making a rough wheezing sound.
Li Yiran, who had taken strength-enhancing pills, was even more exaggerated. When the long whip was whipped back and forth, there was a faint sound of cracking in the air.
The long whip fell on the bluestone pavement and was thrown out with bright scratches.
Ding's eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth raised involuntarily, grinning wantonly and arrogantly.
"This [Premo's Confusion Powder] illusion is really amazing."
