85_85898 Wang Yu's face sank, this puppet is so powerful, so how can he beat him!

When he was about to draw the sword again, the puppet's footsteps landed lightly, and the whole body, like a dragonfly dotting water, actually danced lightly and flew up, came to him in the blink of an eye, and slashed down at his head.

Wang Yu hurriedly raised the sword rung, and the sword body hit the sword body cut down by the puppet upwards, and with a loud bang, the two swords collided, and the sword flowers scattered in all directions.

However, the two swords did not leave, the puppet long sword slashed at Wang Yu's sword body, and then pressed hard, like a thousand catties of boulders, suddenly pressed down, the force was infinite, and Wang Yu's legs were shaking, kneeling directly on the ground, the green tendons in his hands burst out, and he held the hilt of the sword to death, for fear that if he was a little slack, he would be removed from the head of the long sword that was pressed.

The puppet landed on his feet, silently, grabbing the hilt of the sword with one hand and pressing down, pressing Wang Yu's atmosphere and his face red, while he was still light and light, with one hand on his back and the hilt of the sword with the other, the whole person looked extremely chic.

If he wasn't a puppet dead thing, if he was a living monk, this scene would have made a lot of people? was amazed and praised, especially the girl's infatuation, and she was full of spring love.

But Wang Yu, who was overwhelmed by the sword body, didn't have this kind of thought, seeing that his hands were shaking violently, he was sore and numb, and the sword body was getting lower and lower, so he almost hung on his neck and killed him, and his head fell down.

Looking at the puppet standing with his hands in his hands, the more Wang Yu thought about it, the more angry he became, this puppet was not only infinitely powerful, but also ingenious, making him suffer again and again, but he was afraid that he still had moves that had not yet been revealed, and he would finally use it to wipe himself out.

Unable to withstand the downward pressure of the sword body more and more, Wang Yu's eyes flashed, and the bloodshot in his eyes suddenly came out, falling directly on the puppet's body, and then crackling and exploding, and the puppet's body was shaken back and smashed on the stone road, unable to stand.

As soon as Wang Yu's atmosphere came out, he finally avoided the crisis in front of him, and in desperation, he used the formation hidden in his eyes, arranged the formation on the puppet, and strangled it with the formation, but fortunately, this trick worked, and the puppet was killed and smashed to the ground, lying on the ground trembling.

The cultivation of the silk thread that stays on the formation is the same as the plum blossom array in the palace, just like a chess grid, countless, under a strangulation, the puppet's body trembles constantly, but the body is not damaged at all!

When Wang Yu noticed this problem, the puppet that fell to the ground roared in a deep voice, and his voice was extremely gloomy, this was the first time he spoke, but it brought terrifying coercion to Wang Yu.

Wang Yu was shocked and retreated a few feet, and saw that the formation on the puppet's body was shattered violently, and the formation was crushed with brute force, which was really shocking!

Wang Yu was taken aback in his heart, what kind of monster is this, the ancient monk is so strong, and it is also in the condensation period, he is a few levels stronger than him, is it that he is stronger after becoming a puppet?

Wang Yu didn't believe it when he was killed, if he wanted to, he could only blame it on the ancient monks, who used their own magic to win the heavens and the earth, honed their strength and fought against the sky, and at the same time, the biggest enemy at that time was the demon clan, so it was understandable that a powerful ancient monk could be born.

How can it be like today, the whole continent is peaceful and indisputable, occasionally it is a small fight, the will of the human race monks has been exhausted, in order to pursue the strong is often the sword to go sideways, go astray, unlike the ancient monks, who are cultivating on the right way to seize heaven and earth, and are really strong cultivators.

In the face of the ancient monks today, it is understandable that they were beaten unspeakably.

In front of his own life, Wang Yu didn't have the heart to sigh, but thought about it hastily, and immediately pointed his fingertips, the ice mark between his eyebrows flashed, the snow dance flew up on his fingertips, and an ice dragon roared and rushed out, with a terrifying impact force, straight to the puppet that had just broken the formation.

The puppet stood still, his robe was a little torn, but there was no wound on the whole person, and when he saw the ice dragon roaring and rushing towards him, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth for the first time, adding a touch of life to his lifeless face.

The ice dragon's whole body was covered with ice spikes, and the crazy snow flakes surrounded its body, rushing through the stone path and slashing at the wall, striking out the cracks in the road, the power was terrifying, but in front of the ancient puppet, it was like a plaything.

I saw him standing motionless in place, sneering and suddenly restrained, at the moment when the ice dragon rushed to his side, his right hand, which had not yet raised his sword, turned his palm into a fist at a lightning speed, and smashed it on the head of the ice dragon.

The head of the ice dragon was low, and it smashed to the ground, and its body shook and all collapsed, and the snow flakes slammed out, but it failed to hurt the puppet in the slightest.

Seeing such an understatement blow, Wang Yu was shocked or shocked, when he had not yet used the move, he smashed the puppet of the ice dragon with a punch, kicked his footsteps, and the whole person shot out, leaving several afterimages behind him, and then slashed at Wang Yu's neck with a sword, it seemed that a sword could decide the winner!

Wang Yu was still shocked, but he was not an ordinary monk, especially since he obtained the bloodstone cultivation, his body and cultivation were far superior to ordinary monks in a certain aspect, and when he saw a sword slashing, he immediately reacted to the sword body rung.

The crisp sound of the bell, under the puppet's fierce sword, he was shocked back and rolled upside down, his footsteps trembled, and he almost fell, and at this moment, the puppet attacked again, the same sword slashed at the neck, the direction did not change at all, but the strength was a little stronger.

With the same move, Wang Yu didn't think about it, he lifted the sword body to block the slashed sword, and suddenly the whole person was shocked and flew out, feeling that the right hand holding the sword was violently numb, and there seemed to be signs of cracking.

Before his footsteps were steady, the puppet slashed again with a sword, no different from before, but the strength was more terrifying each time, until this time, Wang Yu blocked his sword, his body flew hard, and he smashed on the stone wall and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

The puppet took advantage of the situation, and the tiger and tiger made a mighty sword, which was close to Wang Yu's neck in the blink of an eye, as long as this sword failed to resist, then his head would be cut off at once!

Wang Yu's pupils shrank, staring at the sparkling sword, his heart fluctuated, and with a single step, the pear water style swordsmanship was used, and he took a strange step to cross the slashed sword, and at the same time, the sword body took advantage of the situation to cut the puppet's right arm.

The puppet sword body slashed at the stone wall and shook, the gravel fell, and his right arm was scratched by Wang Yu's sword, no blood flowed out, just a wound, the skin and flesh were exposed, hollow, and it made people feel terrifying.

The puppet turned around, staring at Wang Yu with empty eyes, without words, it seemed to be different from his roar just now, he looked at the wound on his right arm, and slowly turned his head to look at the Ziyan Sword in Wang Yu's hand, thoughtful.

Wang Yu noticed the puppet's gaze and knew that he had doubts, the Ziyan Sword was a divine weapon, indestructible, and it was normal to be able to cut his arm, which Wang Yu was not surprised by, but the puppet's gaze and seemingly intelligent thinking made him a little surprised.

It stands to reason that a monk who has been refined into a puppet will no longer have the slightest sense, but in this puppet, Wang Yu saw too many differences, and felt that things were very strange, but he was puzzled.

There was silence in the stone path, the puppet stared at the Ziyan Sword thoughtfully, motionless, and Wang Yu also stood a few feet away, quietly turning his breath, preparing how to deal with the puppet's terror next.

The quieter it is, the more terrifying it becomes!

Blood flowed from his tiger's mouth, falling to the ground along the sword body, and it fell to the ground with a click, the stone path was full of bloody breath, and the purple flame sword body was soaked in blood, and the sword body was purple and bright, and it seemed that because of Wang Yu's blood, it became even more cold!