"Boom!!"

The violent explosion stirred up waves several feet high on the surface of the lake.

The sword and shield paper figures flew out upside down, and immediately after, the waves hit their faces.

"Dead?"

Because she was in the formation, Mu Qingwan also couldn't see the real situation, so she had to look at Su Ming.

However, at this moment, Su Ming frowned.

The Ghost Mother Bodhisattva, who was besieged by 23 paper puppets and 28 paper arrows, did not die.

In the center of the lake, the Ghost Mother Bodhisattva slowly floated into the air from the lake, and the water stains on her body were instantly evaporated by the true yuan.

In front of him, a small golden sword floated, lifelike.

The aura of this golden little sword was extremely strong, even through the dense fog, it made Su Ming and Mu Qingyan feel a palpitation.

"Rune Treasure!"

Mu Qing's face changed suddenly, "No, the aura of the rune treasure will not be so weak, this is a broken rune treasure!" ”

Mu Qingyan cut the railway.

When Su Ming heard the word Fu Bao, he was immediately shocked.

The so-called rune treasure is that the Jindan monk seals the power of his magic weapon into the spirit rune through special means.

Compared with ordinary spell runes, the power of rune treasures is many times greater.

If it was a normal rune treasure, its power would be even greater than that of a second-order high-grade magic weapon used by a monk in the late stage of foundation building.

But the little golden sword in the hand of the Ghost Mother Bodhisattva is obviously just a broken version.

Even so, the aura emanating from this rune treasure far exceeded the skull Buddha bead in his hand.

Su Ming's killer blow was actually directly broken by him with a rune treasure.

Not only that, but even the 23 sword and shield puppets with Su Ming were all injured in varying degrees of severity.

Su Ming hurriedly recalled the sword and shield paper man and let him enter the Hall of Immortals to recover.

At the same time, the bow puppets were ordered to go on the offensive.

"Brush, brush!"

Arrows shot out at a rapid pace, hidden in the white mist.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The sound of explosions came and went, but in the formation, all the explosions could not be transmitted too far, and they were isolated by the Five Elements Trapped Dragon Array.

But Su Ming, the formation controller, could clearly sense that without the harassment of the sword and shield paper man, the Ghost Mother Bodhisattva became much more comfortable in dealing with the attack of the bow and arrow paper man.

It was only from time to time that a few sharp arrows passed through the defense of the skeleton magic weapon, and he used the small golden arrows to resist one or two.

Time.

The scene was actually deadlocked, and it was mired in a war of attrition.

In a few moments, the sword and shield puppets returned to their original state and joined the war of attrition.

Su Ming, who was fighting for consumption, was of course not afraid of the backing of the Immortal Palace, but the Ghost Mother Bodhisattva looked at the golden sword whose aura was getting darker and darker, and a trace of pain flashed on his face.

He obviously didn't want to continue to spend time with Su Ming.

"Break it for me!"

I saw the ghost mother Bodhisattva pointing into a sword and pointing to the sky.

Su Ming immediately understood the other party's plan, and a puppet with a sword and shield jumped with all his strength, using his body as a shield, blocking the path of the golden sword.

"Boom, boom!"

A violent explosion rang out.

Five sword and shield paper figures in succession were pierced through their shields and chests by small golden swords.

After destroying 5 paper puppets in a row, Su Ming's face did not change at all, because he saw that the golden sword had also become the end of the crossbow.

But what he didn't expect was that even the golden sword at the end of the strong crossbow still penetrated the formation light curtain of the second-order Five Elements Trapped Dragon Array with one sword.

It was just that behind the light curtain of the penetrating formation, the golden little sword lost its last strength and dissipated directly into the air.

Seeing that the dense fog above his head had lightened, the Ghost Mother Bodhisattva's face was ecstatic.

He hurriedly harnessed the skull Buddha bead magic weapon and rose into the air.

"Want to run? Dream! ”

Su Ming's face was murderous.

For the Ghost Mother Bodhisattva, he has a heart to kill.

Because he knew that Shangyang County was about to be taken by the Blood Demon Sect, and once he let this person go, he would definitely usher in a never-ending hunt.

"Give it to me!"

I saw that a paper puppet jumped onto the hands of another paper figure, and then was thrown upwards by it, and at the same time, the thrown paper puppet kicked its legs violently.

In this way, it flew towards the Ghost Mother Bodhisattva like a cannonball.

The Ghost Mother Bodhisattva never expected that Su Ming would still have this hand.

But now that the escape was imminent, he didn't care much, and flew with all his might.

"Smack!"

A paper puppet grabbed the naked feet of the Ghost Mother Bodhisattva.

Then, the second, the third!

The Ghost Mother Bodhisattva stretched out her hand desperately, watching the gap in the formation light curtain that was gradually shrinking, and roared with all her might: "No!! ”

"Poof!"

Eleven paper puppets grabbed him and dragged him back into the lake.

This time, the Ghost Mother Bodhisattva has no hole cards.

The sword, shield, and bow and arrow golems went into battle and completely submerged him.

......

After a stick of incense.

The tattered corpse of the Ghost Mother Bodhisattva floats on the surface of the lake.

Su Ming was still not at ease, and ordered a sword and shield puppet to step forward and cut off its head, which was completely relieved.

Mu Qingyan looked at the head of the Ghost Mother Bodhisattva brought back by the paper puppet, and was completely stunned.

A Qi cultivation period monk crossed the rank and killed a foundation building early stage monk.

Although it was with the help of a formation and a paper puppet, it was an indisputable fact that Su Ming relied on his own strength to kill the other party.

Due to his serious injuries, Qingyan, who was unable to fight again, did not help the other party at all.

"Finally dead."

Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and while ordering the paper puppet to pack up the loot, he looked at Mu Qingyan, "Fairy Mu, I don't know how you were chased and killed by this gangster?" ”

Hear the words.

Mu Qingyan told him about the attack on Qingshuifang City.

Hearing this result, Su Ming sighed.

Although he had previously speculated that Shimizubo City might be attacked, it was only his guess after all.

Now that the speculation has become a fact, Su Ming is somewhat uncomfortable in his heart.

After all, Shimizubo City was the place where he had lived in this world for the longest time, and now, it was ruined.

Mu Qingyan glanced at Su Ming, who was silent, and arched his hand: "Su Daoyou, today's life-saving grace is unforgettable."

It's just that my master and senior brother are still fighting in Qingshuifang City, I have to go back to them, say goodbye, and leave! ”

With that, Mu staggered around.

"How is Fairy Mu's trip different from sending him to death?"

Hearing this, Mu Qingyan's footsteps paused slightly, and then he continued to move forward firmly.

Su Ming shook his head and didn't care about her anymore.

What should be said and done, he said and did, everyone has their own ideas, he can neither control nor want to care.

"Poof!"

Just as Su Ming was about to pack up his formation and leave, there was a dull sound of falling to the ground behind him.

With a sweep of his senses, Su Ming turned his head helplessly, and Mu Qingyan's delicate body lay on the edge of the lake like this, completely fainting.

"It's a nuisance."

Su Ming sighed secretly in his heart.

Immediately, he asked the paper man to carry Mu Qingyan into the cave.

Placing it on the stone bed where she was meditating, Su Ming's divine sense carefully swept over her body, and found that there was a wound on her calf that had been grazed by the skull magic weapon.

This wound was gurgling outward with black blood, and Mu Qingyan's footsteps were staggering, which was also related to the wound on his calf.

Shaking her head, Su Ming tore open the hem of her skirt, revealing her smooth calves.

Then, he took out the Qingguang Sword from the storage bag, infused it with True Qi, and cut it through the carrion from the wound.

"Ahh

A groan pierced the valley.