Rumble......

Just when the big puppet put his palms together, a powerful force instantly erupted, spreading in all directions, rolling up the nearby rivers in the city.

The wind was raging, and invisible forces were surging, but everything had no effect on Ling Xiaoye.

When the sand flew away, Ling Xiaoye's feet were like the heels of a big tree for many years, firmly drilling into the ground, no matter the wind and rain, he didn't move at all.

"With this bit of strength, are you embarrassed to say that you are an invincible opponent below the middle stage of the Spirit Mirror?"

Ling Xiaoye snorted coldly, one of his eyes glowing red, and the other eye glowing with golden light.

He clenched his fists and threw a punch into the air.

In an instant, a black phantom fist quickly appeared and struck towards the shriveled man.

The shriveled man did not dodge or dodge, but stayed in place, waiting for Ling Xiaoye's attack.

Call......

The Black Phantom Fist is the Demon Touch Martial Technique that Ling Xiaoye has cultivated, and the Demon Clan Technique taught by Agugula.

The power of this exercise, Ling Xiaoye had already known it since he was in the Soul Sea Realm, and it was extraordinary.

I think that when he was in the Death Mountain Range, he mixed in with the mafia bandits, and with the skill of Demon Touch, he was able to kill the martial artists of the Wheel of Life Realm.

Although the Demon Touch is not a commonly used martial art technique for Ling Xiaoye, it can increase its attack power by several percent, and it does not seem weak against the Spirit Mirror now.

Bang!

The black phantom fist slammed into the shield released by the shriveled man, making a loud noise.

The shriveled man withdrew, he wanted to see how much strength Ling Xiaoye could improve after casting two different mental techniques.

In fact, this person still didn't believe that Ling Xiaoye could use the cultivation of the Wheel of Life Realm to injure and defeat the Lingming Mirror master.

Because this kind of thing is too mysterious, and no one can be sure if they haven't seen it with their own eyes.

Now Ling Xiaoye's attack did not break the shriveled man's shield, so this man smiled and said:

"I just said so many big things, don't you feel ashamed now?"

"Shame?"

"What do you think?"

After Ling Xiaoye finished speaking, he struck several phantom big hands in a row, attacking the protective shield back and forth.

These phantoms, Ling Xiaoye also added a trace of killing Dao intent to them, so they looked very violent and imposing.

A phantom fist struck, and its momentum was no less than the wind attack that the puppet had just shot.

These attacks, striking the shriveled man's shield, made a loud bang, and stirred up gusts of wind, swept the sand and raised rocks.

"Haha, your attack, it's ...... useful"

The shriveled man laughed again, this time revealing his yellowed teeth.

Unexpectedly, the last phantom fist was punched out, and with a pop, the True Yuan shield was beaten to pieces.

Breaking through the shield, Zhenyuan's big fist went straight to the shriveled man's life.

The shriveled man was startled, and hurriedly controlled the big puppet, allowing the puppet to deliver the blow.

Rumble!

Zhenyuan's big fist hit the puppet's abdomen, and he beat the big guy back two steps and almost fell backwards.

The shriveled man was even more surprised, he couldn't believe that the phantom attack just now not only broke his shield, but also knocked this big puppet backwards, this kind of strength was obviously similar to his own!

At this time, Ling Xiaoye's figure flickered, appeared on the side of the shriveled man, and threw another punch, and the phantom big fist came out, hitting the shriveled man without a protective shield.

The shriveled man had no time to defend, so he could only take a punch.

Burst!

The man was hit sideways, and there was a sound of bones shattering.

Lingming Mirror Martial Artists, although they do not deliberately cultivate their physical bodies like the Innate Four Realms, their bodies will also become tough as their cultivation grows.

The degree of tenacity is at least one or two times stronger than that of a low-level martial arts monk.

It's just that now the shriveled man's arms, as well as some parts of his sideways, have been hit strongly.

"This kid, it's not easy!"

The shriveled man hurriedly let the puppet fight back, and then he got a chance to breathe, this person quickly took a healing pill, and said secretly: The attack just now was not a fatal injury, but according to the current situation, he couldn't hit this bastard, but he kept being hit by this bastard, and this was still his own loss.

While he was healing for a short time, the shriveled man thought about it for a while and decided: Don't leave this person alive!

Thinking of this, the shriveled man didn't dare to be careless, and immediately patted the Qiankun bag and took out a dark red iron token.

This token is engraved with strange patterns, like words but not words, and the whole body exudes a scorching aura.

"Unsullied Flame!"

The man grabbed the token and waved it forward, and the void half a foot away from the puppet suddenly burned with a crackling sound.

The fire spread rapidly, burning the area where Ling Xiaoye was located, and when the time came, the sky was illuminated by the sky-high fireworks, turning red and yellow.

"Haha, force me to take out the magic weapon, your kid is good, but you met me ......"

Before this person could finish speaking, Ling Xiaoye's figure appeared on the other side.

"Hehe, I said, there's no way you can take me. ”

Ling Xiaoye slapped a phantom fist as he spoke, once again making this shriveled man suffer.

"Damn, dare to play such a little trick with me!"

The shriveled man was furious, his eyes bulged, and he controlled the puppet with one hand, wanting to let this big puppet shoot Ling Xiaoye to death.

As a result, Ling Xiaoye quickly dodged and attacked the shriveled man again.

In less than ten rounds, Ling Xiaoye caught a flaw in this person and punched him in the head.

The shriveled man's head sank, and then pain came, causing him to let out a scream.

What's even worse is that the mana true element in his body now is uncontrollable, making it impossible for him to continue to defend.

Ling Xiaoye approached and kicked the shriveled man unconscious.

After this person fainted, the three-zhang tall puppet slowly turned into a small puppet.

Ling Xiaoye didn't care so much, picked up the little puppet, and the dark red token, and by the way, also took away the shriveled man's high-level Qiankun bag.

He didn't have time to stay here, so he immediately cast a phantom body move, and used seventy or eighty percent of the true yuan to teleport more than two hundred zhang away.

Ling moved this time and arrived in a quiet backyard, with flowers and plants, rockery fish ponds, pavilions and pavilions, which had a unique style.

Of course, he just didn't come here by intention, not to enjoy the scenery.

In a cautious manner, Ling Xiaoye changed his clothes again, changed his face, and changed his appearance into an ordinary person.

Then identify the direction of the Bai Family Market, and then cast a phantom body to teleport over.