The big knife in the hand of the ink-colored puppet was originally unremarkable, but every time it took a step forward, the blade became darker, and when it came out of the ten zhang, the blade was completely black, and the black qi was surging.

When it approached within ten zhang of Qianxue, the entire broadsword had been submerged in black gas, and gusts of yin wind dispersed in all directions, eroding the five-colored air flow released by Qianxue completely.

At this moment, I saw that it suddenly held a knife in both hands, jumped high, and fell rapidly from the sky with an indomitable momentum, slashing towards Qianxue.

Qianxue looked into the air, and her mind was suddenly attracted by the dark sword that seemed to be the god of death, and it seemed that this was the only thing in heaven and earth, and she fell into obsession.

"Big fool!"

At the last moment, the ancient sword reminded him, breaking Qianxue's illusion.

Qianxue was so frightened that she hurriedly sacrificed the Bafang Hammer, and said softly: "Big!" The Bafang Hammer instantly swelled dozens of times in size, covering the sky above Qianxue's head in a dense and impenetrable manner.

"Go!" Qianxue pointed at the Bafang Hammer and commanded the Bafang Hammer to fly into the air and slam into the ink-colored golem.

Seeing this, Zhang Zuo sneered: "Looking for death!" He saw that Qianxue's mind was restored, and he was surprised in his heart, but he saw that she was planning to resist this ghost head knife that was known as indestructible, it was really beyond his strength!

When the words fell, I heard a "click", and the Bafang Hammer was halved by the ghost head knife, turned into two fragments and fell down!

The momentum of the ghost head knife did not decrease, and it fell rapidly, and in an instant, it had slashed a few inches above Qianxue's head.

Qian Xue didn't think about it, suddenly reached out and grabbed the ancient sword at her waist, and lifted it above her head, only to hear a loud sound of "dang", the swords struck each other, and the fight was quite strong!

The ink-colored puppet's body froze, its face looked confused, and it recovered in just a moment. He flipped over, jumped behind Qianxue in the air, and slashed at Qianxue's back with a knife.

Qianxue's body turned lightly, and she raised her sword in front of her, and the puppet quickly changed her move and stabbed at Qianxue's left arm.

One person and one puppet have passed dozens of moves in an instant, and the puppet knife technique is very exquisite, and it can't hurt a thousand snows.

Ever since she realized her ethereal body, her body has been lighter than the wind, and no one can compare to her in a short distance.

After another moment of fighting, the puppet's eyes were green, and its movements became slower and slower, until it finally remained motionless.

Zhang Zuo couldn't even command the ink-colored puppet even to pinch the magic trick, and couldn't help but be stunned, could it be that the puppet's divine sense hadn't been cleared yet?

How did he know that the mysterious aura emanating from Qianxue's body could make people unconsciously let go of the anger in their hearts, and the puppet was bathed in the mysterious breath, and the divine consciousness was quietly changing, and some of the hidden divine consciousness aura was awakened.

Even Qianxue didn't know the reason, she saw that the ink-colored puppet didn't move, she didn't care about it, and raised her knife to slash at Zhang Zuo.

Zhang Zuo sneered, took out several ink-colored puppets from the storage bag, surrounded him, and then threw out hundreds of ordinary puppets in one go, and said with a sneer: "You can die under so many puppets, and you can be regarded as a well-deserved death." ”

He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and hundreds of puppets actually pinched their own spells, and hundreds of spells attacked Qianxue at the same time, and the five-colored air flow was destroyed after only half of it.

The spell was like a torrent that broke the embankment, frantically impacting Qianxue's talisman Qingti, and in less than a cup of tea, most of the mysterious aura in her body was consumed.

Qianxue was startled, and hurriedly urged the weak wind, and her body moved to the side more than ten zhang away, and before those puppets could react, she cut an ordinary puppet into pieces with a single knife.

The light body stabbed left and right in the puppet nest, but a dozen ordinary puppets were chopped up in a few cups of tea.

Angry, Zhang Zuo shouted that he immediately gathered the remaining puppets together, and threw out a few ink-colored puppets to stand in front of the ordinary puppets.

But whenever Qianxue appeared, the ink-colored puppet immediately blocked in front of the ordinary puppet, and his body was extremely flexible, how could he have the dementia that a half-point puppet should have.

At the same time, he also ordered ordinary puppets to cast spells on all sides at the same time, with him as the center, a radius of more than ten zhang was full of spells, Qianxue couldn't get close, his body retreated, and he was hit by dozens of spells at the same time, and his breath suddenly decreased greatly.

Qianxue could only rely on the weak wind to dodge the torrent of large spells as much as possible, and she didn't care about being attacked by small spells.

After fighting for a long time, the aura in her body dropped again and again, and she couldn't help but get anxious. She really couldn't understand why those puppets kept casting spells, and what kind of material those ink-colored puppets were made of, not to mention the flexibility of their bodies, and their bodies were still hard and abnormal.

Fortunately, not every ink-colored puppet is equipped with a dark broadsword, otherwise she would not be able to stop as long as there are two or three such puppets.

As she was thinking about countermeasures, she suddenly heard dull footsteps behind her, and turned around to see that it was the ink-colored puppet at the beginning, walking towards her step by step.

Frightened, she hurriedly flew back more than ten feet, and when she looked again, the ink-colored puppet was still walking forward step by step, but it was not coming towards her, the target was Zhang Zuo in the distance.

More than ten zhang away from Zhang Zuo, he lifted the ghost head knife with both hands, his eyes were full of pain and hatred, and he slashed forward!

In just an instant, the puppets that stood in front of Zhang Zuo were split in two, including an ink-colored puppet.

The power of a knife is so far!

Qianxue was speechless: "Gu Jian, you can still do it." "She was embarrassed that the ancient sword couldn't cut off the Ghost Head Knife, and it seems that it is very powerful to be able to block the Ghost Head Knife.

"Hmph! If I unsheath it, I can cut it off with a sword. Gu Jian said disdainfully.

Qianxue ignored this arrogant guy, wondering why the ink-colored puppet suddenly rebelled, thinking of the strangeness of the ink-colored puppet, a terrible thought unconsciously arose: The green light in the puppet's eyes could not be the monk's divine sense!

Looking at the nearly 100 green golems in the ring, she felt very uneasy in her heart, could it be that this person used the divine consciousness of monks in order to refine these puppets? How many monks would have to be slaughtered!

"Ahh

A miserable scream suddenly reached her ears, and when she looked up, she saw that the ink-colored puppet with the knife was rolling with his head in his hands, describing it as extremely miserable.

On the other side, Zhang Zuo had put away all the puppets, and was holding a pitch-black flag in his hand, on which a nine-clawed dragon was embroidered.

The darkness around him was as black as ink, the wind was gusting, and the figures loomed, as if hell appeared on earth.

His face was hideous: "If you force me to come here, I will let you die!"

As he spoke, he waved the banner with all his might, and the wind blew violently, and more than a dozen phantoms burst out of the banner, all with their mouths wide open, frantically biting the ink-colored puppets that fell to the ground and wailed.

But after a cup of tea, the ink-colored puppet did not move, did not hold its head, and did not wail.

Zhang Zuo laughed: "This is what you asked for!"

He looked grim and stared at Qianxue: "Then it's you!

With a wave, more than a dozen phantoms rushed out, and in an instant, he was already beside Qianxue, and the wind was gusting.

The phantom pounced into Qianxue's body with a large mouth, and the bursts of black qi that came with it began to erode the breath on Qianxue's body without losing any time!