In the raging wind, mixed with the aura of ancient times, the moment the bone giant sword was raised, Xue Zhongjing only felt that his whole person was about to be shattered.

He went against the coercion and forcibly mobilized his aura, ready to fight to the death, but at this moment, there were frequent crackling sounds in the holes of his body, like a silver bottle bursting.

Xue Zhongjing's face turned pale, his body was paralyzed and he sat on the ground, looking at the puppet sword ghost with a little despair in his eyes.

It's too powerful.

He thought that as the last level guarding the inheritance of the Futian Sect, it would definitely not be so easy for people to pass, but he didn't expect that when this puppet sword ghost raised his sword, he couldn't even adjust the aura in the acupoint.

What about Ji Ning?

Xue Zhongjing turned his neck with difficulty, and his eyes were on Ji Ning behind him.

He still had a glimmer of hope at the last moment.

This young man who joined their adventure group halfway, with a questionable identity, good strength, and secrets, knew this fire spirit vein dungeon well, so when he faced this powerful puppet sword ghost, could he have a way?

The answer is obvious.

Ji Ning's face was ugly, and at the moment when the puppet raised the giant sword in his hand, he also suffered the same coercion, but Xue Zhongjing was in front and blocked most of it for him, so he could still move freely, and even mobilize his aura.

However, when he attached his aura to his fists and faced this puppet sword ghost again, he found that everything was a drop in the bucket, and the realm gap between them was so huge that he could easily draw conclusions without going through actual combat.

They can't be opponents.

It's hard to even move around freely, let alone go around the top of the opponent's head and cut the threads that control it.

The winner is decided.

The sword in the puppet's hand fell, like a giant axe of judgment falling from the sky, the ancient wind howled in the space, and the unimaginable sharp aura hit Ji Ning and Xue Zhongjing's bodies with the wind, so the flesh and blood on the surface of the body exploded instantly.

On Xue Zhongjing's body, several deep blood marks appeared in an instant, and even his eye sockets were crushed and sunken.

In desperation, Ji Ning did not sit still.

He gritted his teeth, a layer of rich starlight attached to his body, grabbed Xue Zhongjing with one hand and dodged towards the other side of the bridge, hoping to dodge this sword, and at the same time avoid the sword of the puppet sword bone from hurting Qi Lan and Zhen Xixi in the rear.

However, he might not even be able to dodge the sword of this puppet sword ghost at full speed, let alone take Xue Zhongjing with him?

The bony greatsword fell halfway.

The sharp aura swept through the wind, shattering Ji Ning's protective aura, and that layer of starlight was also hovering between dissipation and recondensation.

His realm is low, and he can't resist at all, and at this moment, he can't move.

Ji Ning, like Xue Zhongjing, sat on the arched bridge.

Not only could his fingers not move, but even his thoughts were blocked.

I can't even summon the corpse of a saint.

Ji Ning's expression was sluggish, and in a trance, he seemed to see an extremely fast black shadow passing through the air, opening his teeth and dancing claws, and his rickety body was covered with silk threads, with a bloodthirsty aura across the sky, and naturally it also crossed the sky above the puppet sword ghost.

A series of piercing clicks rang out in the space.

Something seems to be breaking.

Boom ——!

The sword of the puppet sword ghost fell!

On the hard arched bridge, an astonishing ravine was directly smashed, and the cracked stone bricks shot out on both sides, like a churning dust storm in the desert, roaring overwhelmingly, engulfing the figures of Ji Ning and Xue Zhongjing.

They didn't die!

"Who is it?"

The heavy ancient coercion was still there, but it was no longer directed at the two of them.

In an instant, Ji Ning and Xue Zhongjing both regained their ability to move, so the two of them took the opportunity to retreat, directly withdrew from the attack range of the puppet sword ghost, and walked off the arched bridge.

Ji Ning's expression was surprised, and his eyes stared at the smoke-filled arched bridge.

At that moment just now, the giant sword of the puppet sword ghost fell precisely in their direction, and they should have died without certainty.

But in the end, the puppet's sword was missed in the last moment, as if his body suddenly lost its balance, and even his burly body fell sideways on the bridge.

The thread above his head was cut!

But, who did it?

"Bell!"

In the dust, there was a loud crunch, followed by a seeping hissing sound, like a woman's long nails scratching a long mark on a metal sheet, and goosebumps rose to those who listened.

"It's you who killed the mink, and I'm going to let you pay for your life!"

The dust cleared, and I saw that on the arched bridge, there was a tattered black-clothed boy with a rickety figure and covered in blood, riding on the puppet sword ghost, biting it wildly, tearing at the latter's armor and bones.

The puppet sword ghost was unbalanced, lying on his side on the bridge, because it was difficult to stand up without the control of the silk thread, and he could not use the realm force alone, so he could only reach out to the young man in embarrassment, but was easily dodged by the other party in a circle.

Boom!

Immediately afterwards, with a loud bang, the puppet sword ghost's right arm was directly broken, and it was torn off by the crazy and bloodthirsty young man with brute force.

Seeing this scene, Ji Ning and Xue Zhongjing's expressions were shocked to the extreme, especially Xue Zhongjing, who couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of fear in their hearts.

Previously, they couldn't even move when facing this huge thing, but now the puppet sword ghost was easily pressed under the mysterious boy who suddenly came, and his arm was torn apart, like a prey before checking, and he was fighting to the death.

"The aura on his body is so familiar, is this ......?"

"That's right, it's the skeletal yin thing from the beginning!"

Ji Ning's tone was solemn, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

This black-clothed rickety young man, he had seen it, as early as in the previous encounter, he noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with the other party, and there was an eerie feeling in the aura revealed that naturally disgusted him.

At that time, he doubted the identity of this young man, but at that time, he thought that strange things were frequent in this underground palace, and the adventure group was mixed, maybe this young man was touched by some ghost cultivation in southern Xinjiang.

In addition, he had more important things to do, and they were not in the same area as each other, so he simply didn't care about it.

It was only then that he realized that this young man had been taken away by the skeleton puppet yin!

"Above the puppet sword ghost, there is a heavenly silk thread that controls it, and the end of the silk thread is connected to the large array in the underground palace to ensure that the latter's actions are controlled, and it will not leave the set area, as well as the supply of energy."

When Xue Zhongjing heard this, he was stunned and said:

"So, he slashed the air with a sword before, and it was the skeletal yin that saved us?"

Ji Ning nodded, nodded solemnly and said:

"Not bad."

"Judging from the previous encounters, this thing is delirious, the white bones and flesh are hard, and ordinary third-stage cultivators should not be as far away as him, so he can seize the opportunity when that puppet sword ghost attacks us, and rush to the sky at an extremely fast speed to cut all the heavenly silk threads."

"It's good for us."

Xue Zhongjing said excitedly, holding the Xuanyu Bell and the Tiger Head Banner tightly in his hands, and pouring spiritual energy, ready to go up and fight at any time.

The realm of that puppet sword ghost was much higher than theirs, and the coercion alone could make them unable to move, and there was no possibility of victory at all.

But now, the puppet sword ghost seemed to have lost its ability to move, but it was the white bone puppet yin that was so high that it had the upper hand.

Although according to the previous encounters, the strength of the white bone puppet is also very strong, and the battle is almost crushing, but it is still better than dying without moving, at least they can have a trace of certainty of victory after sacrificing the magic weapon.

Ji Ning glanced sideways and glanced at the magic weapon in Xue Zhongjing's hand lightly, and then he tore off a strip of cloth from his body to stop the bleeding for himself.

The battle on the bridge continues.

That puppet sword ghost, after all, is an outrageous existence with a high realm, even if he loses the ability to stand up, even if he is torn off an arm in a panic, it is still not so simple to be eliminated.

His body exuded unimaginable ancient coercion, and as he clenched his fists, all of them poured down on the body of the white bone puppet, so the latter's movement was greatly hindered, and his speed slowed down.

Then, with a bang.

Like a cannonball, the young white bone puppet on the bridge was blasted out dozens of meters by this punch, and smashed on the stone wall on the side with a bang, shattering a large piece of rock wall, and the white bones in the body were also shattered countless roots.

"Lost?!"

Seeing this scene, Xue Zhongjing's expression was overjoyed.

The bone puppet lost, which was still a good thing for them.

Anyway, they don't need to kill this puppet sword ghost, they just need to bypass each other and walk across this bridge.

The puppet sword ghost won, and they don't have to fight the bone puppet anymore.

"It's not that easy."

However, Ji Ning had a solemn expression, and after being smashed away by this punch, he sensed a sky-high eerie aura on the young man who was taken away, which seemed to be some kind of breath that was locked in the bones, and leaked out with the shattering of the body.

"Mink, I want to avenge you, all the people here will die!!"

Suddenly, a seeping dark cloud gathered on the top of the white bones, and from his roar, countless unjust souls rushed out, rushing towards the puppet sword ghost on the arched bridge.

The puppet sword ghost fell to the ground and didn't stand up yet, but in the face of such an attack, he only opened his palm and shot it into the distance like a fan, and in an instant, a huge wave of ancient aura was set off in time and space.

The countless Sen Luo souls dissipated in this palm wind, and the white bone puppet itself was also shocked dozens of meters away, and smashed heavily on the stone wall again.

However, his body is strong, and it is also refined by thaumaturgy, even if the realm is not as good, it is not so easy to be broken.

He roared again and rushed towards the sword golem.

Even Qi Lan, who was unconscious, seemed to hear the resentment and resentment in his roar, and he didn't know what had happened to him to have today's white bone skeleton, but it was obvious that he hated Shen Yu Zhenren so much that he wanted to destroy everything that the latter left behind.

However, with the realm of that sword ghost, it is really not easy to be killed.

The two collided again and again.

The white bone skeleton was knocked away again and again, the hard bone armor was almost shattered, and the aura on the puppet sword ghost became weaker and weaker.

The winner and the loser will be divided!