"Your stand-in ability?"

Hearing this, Iruso was subconsciously surprised.

He was shocked by the sharp aura of Borunarev's body. In a trance, he thought that the enemy had come up with some way to break through the mirror space, and then quietly brought his substitute in.

However, reality clearly tells Iruso:

The stand-in named Silver Chariot was still standing in the real world in a daze, and it did not appear next to Porunarev at all.

Porunarev's condition was no different from before, except that he had an ordinary crutch in his hand.

Can a cane make you so inflate?

Who gave you the courage!

"Bluff."

"Your substitute is still blocked outside, where do you get the ability to substitute?!"

Iruso spat bitterly.

But even he himself did not notice that there was no disdain in his voice, but instead there was a vague sense of solemnity.

Because he couldn't understand where Porunarev's confidence came from.

The unknown is the biggest threat, and a layer of haze was covered in Iruso's heart.

"Man in the Mirror"

"Fix him quickly!"

Iruso couldn't see anything strange after thinking about it.

He could only bite the bullet and let the person in the mirror attack directly, and use his heavy and strong fists to test Porunarev's trump card.

Then, the moment the person in the mirror attacked

Porunarev's eyes firmly locked the fist of the person in the mirror, imprinting every subtle movement of the enemy when attacking him deeply in his mind.

Although nothing supernatural actually happened, at this moment, the actions of the man in the mirror seemed to slow down infinitely in his eyes.

"I saw the flaw!"

Porunarev's wrist moved slightly.

The crutches standing on his chest immediately danced like phantoms.

In a trance, this ordinary crutch seemed to have really become a sharp sword.

The sword blade suddenly drew a brilliant track in the air, and soon pointed straight ahead in an accurate and powerful posture.

A sword stabbed straight out, pointing straight at the throat.

One inch long and one inch stronger. Before the person in the mirror could get closer, Porunarev staggered its arm with a sword and stabbed it straight into the throat.

Although there is a saying that "only a stand-in can defeat a stand-in", no matter what, a stand-in will always have an exact entity when conducting a physical attack.

Since the stand-in can really crush the bricks, the bricks can obviously also have real contact with the stand-in.

Therefore, even ordinary things like crutches can still cause harm to the substitute as long as the user uses them properly.

Just like now, the throat of the person in the mirror is stabbed firmly by a crutch.

Its body trembled and immediately became stiff.

This damage was fed back to Iruso's body, which made him suddenly feel the heavy blow that pierced his throat.

"How come this happens?"

Iruso covered his throat with difficulty, his whole face turned red due to the pain.

But he instinctively thought that this accident was just a mistake, so he immediately resisted the pain and ordered the person in the mirror to continue attacking Porunarev.

However, the situation followed was even more rapid.

I saw that the person in the mirror had just raised his fist, and the Porunaref on the other side waved his crutch like a prophet.

He first used a skillful force to pick the arm of the man in the mirror to resolve the attack, and then stabbed three swords forward in a flash, each of which stabbed the vital point of the person in the mirror to the chest accurately and accurately.

The brute force of the person in the mirror has no effect at all.

It was like a clumsy elephant with empty strength, being played by the flexible and cruel lion.

Under the three swords that Porunarev stabbed out one after another, its body immediately trembled violently uncontrollably.

"ah"

Iruso just covered his throat, but now he covered his chest again.

He only felt a burst of blood in his chest churning, and the part that was directly stabbed was even more painful.

And this is because Porunarev is not using real weapons. If he is using a real sword, Iruso would not know how many times he died in just a few seconds.

"Damn it?"

At this moment, the doubts in Iruso's heart were answered.

He finally experienced in a very bad way what Porunarev said about the "stand-in ability":

"Swordsmanship, that kind of swordsmanship"

"So it was this guy who trained his own abilities?"

Iruso shouted in disbelief.

Although Porunarev has never mentioned his substitute ability, Iruso can also see from the various performances of the silver chariot that the ability of this substitute is probably the unfathomable swordsmanship.

After all, when there is no sign of other abilities at all, this magical sword technique can be barely considered a substitute ability.

But Iruso never expected

The only sword technique on the silver chariot that can be linked to the word "ability" was actually all exercised by Porunarev himself over time.

Those who know sword skills are not substitutes at all, but substitute messengers.

The term "stand-in ability" and "stand-in ability" even changed its meaning at this point. The silver chariot is a "stand-in" and Porunarev has the ability.

Looking back, I only look at the silver chariot itself

"Isn't this just an incompetent whiteboard?"

Iruso couldn't help but express his shock in his heart.

"It's such a rude statement"

"The silver chariot is not a whiteboard, it is the companion I have relied on since I was a child."

"If it weren't for the sake of being able to use its abilities, I wouldn't have developed such superb sword skills as I am now."

Porunarev held the "sword" in his hand tightly.

He couldn't help but recall the surprise and joy of awakening his substitute when he was a child, as well as the beauty and dullness of practicing swordsmanship with the silver chariots during countless sun and moons.

Those memories, those pasts, eventually made this powerful self today:

"Yes, the sword technique I practiced with the Silver Chariot in countless battles"

"It's my 'stand-in ability'!"

Porunarev suddenly stepped forward and came out his sword.

He turned passive to active, and attacked the person in the mirror in a lively and swift manner.

Although people have a far superiority in the photogenic power, at this moment, facing the bruised Porunarev and an ordinary crutch, Iruso actually felt a lingering fear in his heart.

"The person in the mirror, stop him!"

Such a shout is meaningless.

Porunarev, with the long sword in his hand, was completely like a different person.

Although his power did not become stronger and his speed did not become faster, his movements became flexible and clever, and were unpredictable.

The crutch seemed to have become an extension of his limbs at this moment, pouring his relatively unpowerful power into the weakest place of the enemy in the most perfect and precise way.

In this way, Porunarev stabbed the knee joint of the person in the mirror with a sword, raised his hand and waved his sword to spread his shoulders and arms.

Every move of the person in the mirror will be interrupted just right by the sword edge like a spirit snake.

And Porunarev was like entering a no-man state, easily breaking through the human defense line in the mirror, and the sword pointed directly at the body of Iruso who was standing not far away.

Iruso finally clearly realized that his situation was hopeless.

Relying on his poor and clumsy fighting skills in comparison and the extremely limited power of the person in the mirror, he had no chance of fighting head-on with Porunarev, who had become a master of swordsmanship.

Now he could only stand there powerlessly, watching Borunarev easily break through the barrier of the person in the mirror with his crutch, and then attack him with murderous intent, a body with lower "armor" and easier to kill than a substitute.

"No way"

Iruso's eyes flashed.

Facing Porunarev, who was coming with his sword tightly, he raised the car rearview mirror in his hand without hesitation.

He turned the rearview mirror toward him, and then stretched out his arms straight toward the mirror.
To be continued...