On the other hand, in the battle circle, Lu Chen saw the turquoise long sword in Han Zhengtian's hand, with a turquoise halo, and the entire sword body suddenly showed a width of nearly three zhang.

The long sword swung it, and wherever it passed, the air was directly shaken into nothingness, and the space was torn apart.

In the halo of this blade, when it touched the bones, with its powerful edge, it only took a short moment to split the extremely tough bones in half.

A few corpses were wiped out by Han Zhengtian's sharp blade, but more and more corpse bone puppets had already poured up.

All of a sudden, Han Zhengtian was attacked by the enemy on his back, and the situation took a turn for the worse.

The bones that came one after another were strong and frenzied, fearless and constantly waving the claws refined from white bones, bombarding Han Zhengtian in an orderly manner.

In this case, Han Zhengtian appeared precarious.

Because although the sword in his hand was unusually sharp, his opponent had an absolute upper hand in numbers.

No matter how fast Han Zhengtian's speed was and how swift the attacks in his hands were, the speed at which he could destroy these bone puppets was still far from keeping up with the number of them swarming.

These corpses exude a fierce aura.

And the attack power generated by their claws, Han Tianzheng didn't dare to underestimate it at all.

Because not only is it powerful and sharp enough, but what is even more terrifying is that their green claws are visibly stained with terrifying toxins.

This is undoubtedly a corpse poison that has been carefully tempered by the puppeteer, and once it is accidentally contaminated, it is definitely not easy to expel it.

Han Zhengtian obviously knew very well in his heart that if these corpse poisons fell on his body, even with his Heavenly Rank cultivation, he would suffer a lot of damage.

If you get injured in this situation, it's all over.

Lu Chen's gaze also became more and more solemn at this moment.

The blade in Han Zhengtian's hand was indeed extremely sharp, but it had gradually fallen into disadvantage.

And with the passage of time, Han Zhengtian's power was greatly limited.

If at the beginning, he was barely able to kill these corpse puppets that pounced on him with the force of devastating and decaying.

But now, as the number grows, he has no way to kill them easily.

It's more about using sharp swords, cutting off their claws, and slightly defusing the attack of these corpse puppets.

It's a pity that from the very beginning, Lu Chen had already seen that the other party used this puppet attack to drag down Han Zhengtian at all.

Maybe the real killing move is brewing, and once the time is ripe, it will be displayed like a raging storm, and it will be difficult for Han Zhengtian to parry.

It was this distracted kung fu that Lu Chen found that Han Zhengtian's speed was a little slower.

It just appeared, and was swept by a sharp claw.

Fortunately, he was experienced enough and his foundation was solid enough, so he successfully avoided it by a fraction of a margin.

But none of this matters.

Under this kind of high-intensity output, every time Han Zhengtian makes a move, he must inject enough strength to not be negligent.

After all, every move and style of these corpse puppets is real, and there is no fabrication at all.

If you can't dodge, you can only hit hard.

Although Han Zhengtian can use the sharpness of the sword in his hand to take advantage of it a little, but with such a continuous attack, even a cultivator like Han Zhengtian can't afford to toss.

As time passed, Han Zhengtian's power consumption became greater and greater, and he was about to show defeat.

Lu Chen has been watching coldly, he has no doubt that in one minute at most, Han Zhengtian will be completely unable to parry, and in the end, he will most likely fall on the spot.

Han Xiyi was also aware of this serious problem, and her heart immediately tightened like a string.

She said to Lu Chen with great urgency: "Brother Lu, my grandfather ...... him."

Han Xiyi's eyes suddenly moistened, but a touch of perseverance suddenly flashed in her eyes, and her body couldn't help but want to make a move.

But when Han Xiyi's body wanted to move suddenly, Lu Chen stopped her at the first time.

This Nizi's character, Lu Chen naturally knows it very well.

The wind is hot, and the appearance of vigorous and resolute has not changed at all.

But in the current situation, even Lu Chen didn't dare to go easily.

Under the collision of this kind of strength, once the strength is not enough, it will be implicated, and it will immediately be crushed under the turbulence of power.

But no matter how you say it, Han Zhengtian also appeared here because of himself.

If Han Xiyi was also involved in danger because of this, Lu Chen would not be able to say anything about it.

So, at this critical moment, Lu Chen said that he had to stop Han Xiyi's impulsiveness.

He then somehow came out of his mouth: "Xiyi, don't go over, I have a way to save your grandfather......"

Lu Chen was halfway through his words, and then he suddenly came back to his senses, and with his current bust, it seemed that he was not enough to see!

At best, he can at most deal with these corpse puppets, and slightly reduce Han Zhengtian's burden.

As for wanting to really rescue him, in fact, there is no certainty at all.

However, when Lu Chen saw that Han Xiyi had already looked at him with hopeful eyes, the original worry in his heart disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a kind of determination to see death as home.

Since Han Xiyi trusted him so much, and this time he rushed over because of himself, Lu Chen couldn't say anything, so he stood by and watched.

Even if it cost him his life, he had to do it.

What Lu Chen said, Han Xiyi never questioned, this was from the trust in his heart.

Han Xiyi, who was originally a little difficult to control, suddenly became quiet at this time.

She retreated obediently, hoping that it would not cause any unnecessary impact on Lu Chen.

At this moment, Lu Chen was standing in place, although his expression looked indifferent and confident, his heart sank to the bottom.

The gap in strength is too great, and this kind of hard-fought battle must not be false at all.

Almost subconsciously, Lu Chen set his eyes on the little fox.

But it is still immersed in the refining of the power of merit, and it doesn't know when it will be completed.

Lu Chen was stunned, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Then, he simply became a live horse doctor, and quietly activated the power of merit in his body.

Immediately after that, Lu Chen's figure flashed, turned into a dark purple streamer, and disappeared in place out of thin air.

As Lu Chen's figure disappeared strangely, Lu Qingtian, who was not far away, suddenly lost his eyes and shouted:

"Morning ......"

The place where Lu Chen rushed was where Han Zhengtian was.