The Sword Immortal Puppet had just fought with the Burial Sword for so long without any accidents, but when this sword fell, a large amount of sky-destroying sword qi emerged from the puppet's body.

This Heaven Destroying Sword Qi was extremely powerful, and the Sword Immortal Puppet's Destruction Sword was actually blocked by the Heaven Destroying Sword Qi.

But if it was just like this, Qin Han would not have reacted so much, what made him change color was that at the same time that the Heaven Destroying Sword Qi resisted the Sword Immortal puppet, the Burial Sword actually took the opportunity to make trouble, and a large amount of black sword qi came out of the puppet's body, obviously the power of the Burial Sword began to break free from the suppression.

Fortunately, Qin Han reacted quickly and found that the situation was wrong, so he immediately controlled the Sword Immortal puppet to stop, and the Heaven Destroying Sword Qi did not feel the threat from the outside world, and immediately returned to the puppet's body, but the Heaven Destroying Sword Qi was consumed after all, and the power of the Heaven Destroying was also released.

The puppet's eyes lit up red again, and the sound of the burial sky came from his mouth again.

"Destroy the heavens, it's been tens of thousands of years, you still dare to suppress me, one day I will break your body into ten thousand pieces!"

After roaring and venting for a while, he looked at Qin Han and the little fat man again.

"Hey, hey, hey! You two are really stupid and cute, if the power left by the Heaven Destroying Stone Temple was still at its peak when this Heaven Destroying Stone Temple first appeared, then he would still have the strength to deal with the accident even if he suppressed it. But now that tens of thousands of years have passed, the power of the Heaven Destroying Elder has been diluted by time a lot, and I continue to absorb foreign swords, my strength has been increasing, coupled with my deliberate consumption of tens of thousands of years, the strength of the Heaven Destroying Elder has long been weakened, and now it can only barely balance with me."

"I want to thank you so much that you restrained his power and freed my power from repression!"

"Fatty, you came up with the idea, and I will thank you very much! Originally, I was going to kill you and eat you, but now I have decided to let you live a few more days and cut a piece from you every day and eat it!"

The mouth was talking, but the attack in the hand of the Burial Sword never stopped.

The puppets left behind by the Heaven-Destroying Ruins will adjust the strength of the puppets according to the strength of the inheritor, and usually the puppets will maintain the same combat power as the challenger, slightly higher than the challenger, and use it to pressure the challenger to comprehend the sword move.

Moreover, in order to hone the inheritor, the puppet of the Heaven Destroying Ruins will only use the sword moves of the inheritance, which will be used in different ways, and there will be a certain amount of leeway when they make a move.

But at this moment, this puppet is dominated by the will of the burial sword, and the power of the burial sword has been added, and the power of the attack has increased greatly, and the moves are no longer limited to breaking reincarnation, but all kinds of weird and cruel sword moves emerge in endlessly.

The most important thing is that the burial sword will not show mercy to his subordinates, but will make a fatal move, as soon as he fights, Qin Han fell into the disadvantage, and there are more Dao sword marks on his body.

"Brother Han!"

The little fat man shouted anxiously, and his heart was full of remorse at the moment.

"If I hadn't made that suggestion, the will of the Burial Sword would not have gotten rid of the suppression, and Brother Han would not have been in danger, I had harmed him!"

Thinking of this, he endured the pain on his body and got up, roaring angrily and rushing towards the burial sword.

Qin Han hurriedly stopped: "Don't come here!"

But it was still too late, and the little fat man slashed down, sparking a spark on the body of the funeral sword.

The next moment, a stream of sword qi poured out from the body of the burial sword, turning into a phantom composed of sword qi and attacking the little fat man.

This phantom is composed of the Heaven Destroying Sword Qi, and its strength is comparable to that of the little fat man, but the attack is extremely sharp, and the little fat man who fights is losing and retreating.

However, because the power of the burial sword was a little less, the power to break free was stronger, which also caused Qin Han to face more pressure.

Burial Sword laughed: "Little fat man, you are really your own person, I am a little reluctant to eat you!"

The little fat man was about to explode, and he couldn't wait to slap himself twice, but in regret, his strength could not be fully exerted, and he was taken advantage of by the phantom, leaving several big holes in his body, and almost died.

Qin Han saw that the situation was not good, and immediately shouted loudly.

"Fatty, meditate! It's not necessarily a bad thing that this burial heaven releases more power, he is indeed very strong, but I can still resist the strength shown at this moment, this pressure can push us to progress and become stronger, and it can also consume the power of the burial sword."

"Fight with peace of mind, as long as you carry this

Tribulation, our brother will definitely improve in strength!"

Hearing Qin Han say this, the little fat man calmed down a little and began to restrain his mind and respond calmly!

The same is true for Qin Han's side, he is not completely comforting the little fat man by saying this, this kind of battle is indeed an excellent opportunity to hone himself, especially the various sword moves of the Burial Sword are endless, which is of great help to him to comprehend the way of the sword.

Moreover, the power of the Burial Sword is limited after all, and continuous consumption is indeed a good way to deal with him.

So, the fierce battle began, Qin Han and the little fat man were not real people, but they didn't dare to be careless, and they might die on the spot if they were not careful.

This kind of life-and-death struggle can hone people the most, and the fighting skills of the two people, as well as their comprehension of the battle and the Great Dao, are improving rapidly.

But this kind of battle is also extremely expensive, not only consuming the power of the Great Dao and spiritual power, but also the consumption of spirit and spirit is particularly serious.

Two hours later, the little fat man's face was pale, sweat was falling like rain, his spiritual power had already been exhausted, his spirit was even more seriously depleted, and his eyes were blackened.

This is still the result of rebuilding Qin Han this time to help him open up forty-nine battle tricks and build a hundred zhang divine bridge, otherwise he would have fallen a long time ago.

But he didn't dare to relax, or even speak out, for fear of affecting Qin Han.

In order to save strength, he began to subconsciously pursue the fine control of strength and combat skills, and in order to maintain his spirit, he tried to cultivate the body's fighting instinct.

Under the pressure of death, his fighting ability improved by leaps and bounds.

Qin Han's situation is similar to that of the little fat man, his combat talent is stronger, and his control of combat skills and strength is also extremely fine, but the enemies he faces are also stronger and more insidious, and the consumption is more serious.

Therefore, he was also forced to constantly figure out combat skills and constantly study combat techniques.

After three hours, his spirit was almost exhausted, and many times he relied on instinct to fight the enemy.

The little fat man was facing a sword qi phantom, and his instinct had a good effect on the enemy, but Qin Han was facing a burial sword, he was thoughtful and wise, and when he found that Qin Han was fighting the enemy with his instinct, the red light in his eyes suddenly flickered strangely.

He did not act rashly, but continued to maintain the original attack frequency and attack method, and persisted for another hour.

At this time, Qin Han's spirit had been consumed to the extreme, and he was almost fighting in an overdraft manner, and he relied on his instinct to fight the enemy more and more times.

Burial Sword sneered in his heart: "Compare with me? This kid is simply looking for death! My spirit will not be tired, but they will be severely depleted in this life-and-death battle, and they will have to fight on instinct."

"In that case, I can easily take it down by surprise and let his instinctive judgment fail!"

Thinking of this, Qin Han attacked instinctively again, and the red light in the eyes of the burial sword suddenly flourished.

The opportunity he was waiting for came!

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