Chapter 135 Control

"Where do friends come to make fun of Armd?"

Amand raised his voice and looked at his former subordinates surrounding himself in a circle. Amand felt that his heart slowly sank to the bottom. He did not know the strength of the other party, but with this mysterious hand alone, he was not his opponent. And there are many ways to control people, but looking at the appearance of your subordinates, it is obviously controlled, but everything else is normal, including memory and even personality. No method can do this. Armd didn't know what the other party was going to do, so he had to hold his huge sword tightly in his hand and be on guard. Armad felt that there was sweat coming out of the palm of his hand.

The man obviously didn't mean to show up. He just let Armand's group of subordinates surround Armand to restrict Armand's movements, and sometimes a mysterious force shrouded Armand. Armand can't judge what that mysterious force is. It is a very mysterious and mysterious force, but fortunately, such a force can be countered by Armand. Armad's huge sword waved again and cut off the force.

Long Yongcheng's heavenly eyes clearly saw that the twisted silk threads of fate were cut off by Armand's giant sword and slowly dissipated in the air. Fate was originally nothingness, and those silk threads returned to nothingness. Long Yongcheng did not have any heartache, because the damage of those silk threads would not affect the performance of Long Yongcheng's strength. Long Yongcheng is mastering a control of fate, not simply accumulating and using it. It's just that the fate of savings is more convenient to use, and even if it is damaged, it can be saved again.

Long Yongcheng had the intention to tease Armand, and several silk threads of fate led to Armand, but this time these silk threads of fate were scattered. Although there were not many, they hit Armand's whole body. Armand waved a huge sword and broke several more in the blink of an eye. Just as Armad cut towards the last silk thread of fate, Armad's sword suddenly turned, a sound of gold and iron clash sounded, and an Armad's subordinate took a few steps back. Armd felt that his soul was in a trance and was almost controlled like his subordinates, but Armad's ferocious roared, and the mysterious power dissipated invisible.

Just now, when Armend was about to cut off the last silk thread of fate, Long Yongcheng's heart moved, and one of Armad's subordinates stabbed Armad. And Armad has no time to change his moves and will be hit by one of them anyway. So Armad chose to gamble. If he is stabbed by his subordinate, then Armand will die, which is the key point of Armand. But if it is that kind of mysterious power, since that kind of mysterious power can control people, it should be related to the human soul.

Although the soul of martial arts practitioners in the New Yuan Dynasty is much weaker than that of magicians, the stronger the strength, the stronger the soul. Armand think that his strength is much higher than that of his subordinates, and he is also a master of the middle level, and it is unknown that he may not be controlled. Sure enough, Armin made a bet right. He just felt a trance, and gathered his energy to dispel this trance feeling. And Armad also made a general judgment on the strength of the other party just now.

In such a mysterious way, the other party also illustrates a problem, that is, the other party is not a martial artist, but a magician. Judging from the strength of the magician's attack, his strength should not be too high, at most comparable to himself. It can be seen from the magician who can affect himself but can't control himself. Thinking of this, Armad's sinking heart slowly regained his usual calmness. The New Yuan continent is very chaotic. There are big and small forces everywhere. Even in the three super empires, but those who dare to get power in the three super empires and can get along well are all people with means.

Since the other party's strength can't help himself, Armd can completely escape and even find the other party. Although he is surrounded by his own subordinates now, his subordinates are too different from his own strength. Just be cruel and sacrifice a few more subordinates. If he doesn't even have this kind of cruelty, how can Armand get to this point in the Qiankun Empire? Armend's momentum suddenly changed and began to climb. Long Yongcheng did not know that Armand had inferred his strength. Of course, even if he knew that it was nothing for Long Yongcheng.

Just as Long Yongcheng planned to control the silk thread of his fate again and pulled it towards Armand, Armand raised the huge sword in his hand and violently split it down, and a magnificent and solid sword spirit suddenly rushed out. When the first few people were immediately shattered by the sword spirit. Long Yongcheng cursed damn it. In the eyes of Long Yongcheng now, these people are all their own people. Although controlling these people is also necessary to consume their own minds, they will no longer be needed when their own plans have been fully launched.

But now Long Yongcheng will still feel sad without one person. One less person will lose a bit less strength, not to mention that Armind takes it out and intends to take advantage of it. Can he take it with him if his strength is too poor? It's okay to tease. If you really follow this, you won't lose a lot.

Amander split a road from the crowd, and his body soared quickly and rushed out of the crowd. When he was about to take action again, suddenly a vast atmosphere like the sea came towards him, as if a huge wave was rushing towards him. Armed was shocked and resisted with the huge sword in his hand. A strong force came from the huge sword. Armed could hardly hold the huge sword in his hand, and the tiger's mouth was full of pain. Although Long Yongcheng is the peak of the middle-level master of the prefecture-level, he can also give full play to the strength of the peak of the middle-level of the prefecture-level. Ordinary middle-level masters are not in Long Yongcheng's eyes at all.

Amander staggered back a few steps and stood still, looking at the pale blue light and shadow in front of him slowly turning into a clear human figure. The man standing in front of him doesn't seem to be very old. He has a vast and mysterious momentum. Judging from the blow just now, it should be the strength of the middle level, but the breath on his body is obviously only the peak of the ground level. Then there are only geniuses who can exert their strength to this point, and they can also give full play to the middle-level strength at the prefecture level in the early stage. Such a genius is already very unbelievable.

not to mention that the genius standing in front of him is stronger than himself. As long as he is a genius, regardless of his strength, he is a difficult guy.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Amander looked at Long Yongcheng cautiously.

"I just want you to do something for me."

Long Yongcheng smiled. Long Yongcheng smiled brightly, but Long Yongcheng's smile was full of danger in Armand's eyes. The people in front of him acted so fiercely that they turned all his subordinates into controlled puppets. No matter how brilliant he laughed at this time, he was an extremely dangerous.

"Why do you have to let me help with things? If that's the case, please return the freedom of my subordinates first."

Amander said neither humble nor arrogantly that Armander dared to speak in such a neither humble nor arrogant tone at this time, but Armad knew that in this case, he could only use such a neither humble nor arrogant tone. First of all, you can't be arrogant in such a situation, and if you look too humble, you will show your disadvantages more and more.

"Return the freedom of your subordinates? Not to mention returning the freedom of your subordinates, even if I give you freedom to do things, I may not be so relieved.

Long Yongcheng's tone remained unchanged, but countless twisted threads of fate suddenly appeared around Armand's body and wrapped Armand, and Armand's face changed. Although Armand can't see the twisted silk thread of fate, he can feel it, and the silk thread of such a dense fate is obviously different from the sparse feeling just now. Armad waved the huge sword in his hand without any hesitation. Even if he couldn't resist, he still had to struggle to death!

However, at that moment, Armd felt that everything around him seemed to be still, time, space, everything. In this almost absolutely static area, every movement becomes extremely difficult, and the mysterious power that Armand feels seems to be wrapped flexibly towards him without any influence of this area. Don't move!

Amander's forehead gradually oozed out of cold sweat. I can't resist it. I can't resist it at all. I can't resist it before that mysterious force attacks me. Just now, a little power can make me feel in a trance. How can I resist such a dense force now? I am a martial artist, not a magician. I don't know how to use the soul at all. So I can only wait for the other party's attack on me.

Amander's eyes were about to crack, and there was blood from the corners of his eyes, but there was nothing he could do. The dense force penetrated into Armand's skin and then penetrated into Armand's soul. Armand felt a mysterious force involving his soul, and Armand felt a mysterious will in the dark. That's... At this time, Armand finally understood what the mysterious power he had been unable to distinguish was. That was the power of fate!