Zhang Ling's two eyes also changed from one eye and one pupil to one eye and two pupils, and the camouflage that was originally attached to the eyes was taken off by Zhang Ling at some point.

The attraction is on the top, and the two knives are on the bottom, although Zhang Ling gradually increased his strength, but the puppet still firmly resisted Zhang Ling's offensive.

Seeing this, Zhang Ling was not in a hurry, but his eyes were four, staring at the puppet's two knives and sneering: "Hmph, the katana made of Horcruxes, it seems that Dongying's defenders are not very honest." ”

Then, Zhang Ling paused and said: "Although the Horcrux is stronger than gold and jade, it can directly hurt the soul through the body, but it is a pity that the use of Horcruxes by living beings cannot play the due effect of Horcruxes, and only the soul body has this qualification, so even if Horcruxes have these advantages, they can only be popular in the underworld." ”

"Although the Horcrux sharpens gold and jade, and sharpens iron like clay, but one thing descends to one thing, and the Horcrux also has a natural nemesis, that is, the divine wood, the so-called divine wood contains the soul, and it is easy to ward off all evils, even if the Horcrux in your hand is sharp, it can't stop the magic pen made of Jianmu in my hand, break it for me!"

As Zhang Ling's word "broken" roared out sonorously, the strength in his hand suddenly exerted force, and even the two blades in the hands of the puppet were also broken.

The puppet on the opposite side is also extremely fast, just when the blade is broken, the feet kick the ground hard, the body pounces forward, both hands hold the magic pen, and at the same time use the force to prop up, and then fly to the sky again.

In the process of ascending, the puppet did not make any other movements, until it reached the top and began to fall down, but began to straighten its body, hit its arms downward, hooked its feet violently, and the whole body began to rotate.

Seeing the puppet's behavior, Zhang Ling didn't dare to step forward easily, only to see his eyes widen, and his four eyes also rotated with the rotation of the puppet in his eyes.

From time to time, Zhang Ling seemed to have pinched something, clenched his right hand and headed straight towards the puppet dot spinning in the air.

At the moment when his arm was about to approach the puppet, a cold light flashed out from the puppet's rotating phantom, Zhang Ling's pupils dilated, and he secretly screamed in his heart, so he hurriedly withdrew his right hand.

Until the puppet landed again, Zhang Ling did not launch any offensive, but stood coldly in place, staring at the puppet's every move.

As for why Zhang Ling knew that the weapon in the puppet's hand was a Horcrux, it was thanks to Zhou Yi, although the Horcrux only lightly scratched Zhou Yi's arm before, and it did not cause much damage to Zhou Yi's soul, but the stinging sensation from the soul still made Zhou Yi unbearable.

Just now, Zhou Yi ignored the pain and pulled Zhang Ling to his mouth, and immediately used all his strength to shout the word "Horcrux" to Zhang Ling in an almost roaring way.

Although Zhang Ling heard Zhou Yi's reminder at the beginning, in order to lure the puppet to appear, he took the initiative to act as a bait regardless of the danger, and when he was facing Zhou Yi, he took the opportunity to take out the attachments on his eyes to facilitate the observation of the puppet with his discerning eyes.

Although Zhang Ling's discerning eye is much more convenient and easy to use than the heavenly eye, in order to disguise the eye as the pupil of an ordinary person, the camouflage attachment affects the vision of the discerning eye to a certain extent, so only by removing the contact lens can Zhang Ling fully exert the ability of discernment.

That is, just now, when the puppet was spinning and falling in the air, Zhang Ling suddenly found that the puppet, which was originally empty-handed, suddenly took out a guard knife from his arms and held it tightly in his hand, ready to give a fatal blow when Zhang Ling approached him.

It is also thanks to Zhang Ling's quick reaction and not being greedy for recklessness, so he withdrew his right hand in time to avoid unnecessary injury.

Zhang Ling said abruptly to the puppet: "Horcruxes can only exert their real effect if they are controlled by the soul body, since you can stab my senior brother's soul, then you must be a soul body, but I don't know if you were a Dongying person or your own person during your lifetime, if it is a Dongying person, if it is planted in my hands, it can only be said that it is a cycle of cause and effect, and heavenly retribution." ”

"If it's your own person," Zhang Ling paused here, and then shouted sharply, "Let me help you get free." ”

Before the latter sentence was finished, Zhang Ling had already accumulated his strength, quickly rushed forward, stretched the lead to the front, and brought the face with a point, and the whole person was like a fast arrow, rushing towards the puppet.

Zhang Ling used this way to increase his movement speed in order to catch her off guard, but the puppet seemed to have no emotion, and was not affected by Zhang Ling's words at all, and put on a battle formation at the moment when Zhang Ling moved.

For a while, the two were fighting again, because the sword was short, so it was difficult for the puppet to hurt Zhang Ling if he didn't get close.

But in the same way, due to the shortness of the sword, the volatilization of the puppet is more flexible, and it is difficult for Zhang Ling to appear again, using the spirit to resist the blade and shatter the blade.

For a while, Zhang Ling couldn't attack for a long time, and the puppet couldn't hurt him in the slightest, Zhang Ling immediately stopped, and then drew a spell with the induction of the gods, and threw it towards the puppet.

The puppet simply swiped the guard knife in his hand head-on, and came to Zhang Ling's side again, knowing that there would be a risk of injury if the puppet was close to him, but Zhang Ling didn't care, as if he deliberately put the puppet in.

Until the puppet was only ten inches away from him, Zhang Ling made another difficulty, pulled out more than a dozen yellow talismans from behind him at a time, threw them towards the puppet, and drew a few talismans in the air with the inductive spirit, and threw them towards Zhang Ling.

Zhang Lingming knew that these were useless work, but he was still doing it, and he didn't know what his true intentions were.

Seeing that the puppet was entangled in the rune paper to the empty talisman, Zhang Ling ruthlessly bit the wound that had just healed on the tip of his tongue, and spit out a mouthful of blood on the tip of his tongue again, but this time he did not spit it in the palm of his hand, but sprayed towards the tip of the pen.

The leading spirit swiped through the air, accurately receiving the spilled blood, and the tip of his pen instantly turned red, and then pointed towards the puppet again.

Just when the puppet broke the last yellow talisman, Yinshen also followed closely and came to the front, but this time, Zhang Ling did not fight with the puppet, and immediately came to the puppet's arm with a stroke of the pen.

With a stroke of his left wrist, his left hand immediately lost his mobility, and then the next target was the right hand holding the knife, only to see Zhang Ling's wrist flip, and the tip of the pen turned from left to right, but the puppet was not the master who sat still.

Finding that Zhang Ling controlled one of his arms, he hurriedly waved his sword and slashed towards Zhang Ling's palm.

For a while, Zhang Ling was also in a dilemma, it would be difficult to have this opportunity again, and if he entered, he might be cut off by a puppet with his entire right hand, so that he would seriously hurt his soul and become a lamb to be slaughtered.