Zhang Jing walked forward ten zhang, and the first puppet immediately came to life. I saw it raise a heavy sword, take a leap, and slash at Zhang Jing's head, the mighty force brought a strong wind, and made a piercing whistling sound in mid-air, and it reached the top of Zhang Jing's head in an instant.

If this sword is chopped down, Zhang Jing will definitely be split in half!

Zhang Jing remembered the old man's instructions, and did not accept the move, with the help of the Wind Shadow Technique, he instantly got rid of the range covered by the heavy sword, and then flashed behind the puppet, picked up the heavy axe, and slashed at his back.

Although the puppet is powerful, its speed cannot be compared with Zhang Jing. After all, Zhang Jing's Wind Shadow Technique was twice as fast as that of people in the same realm, and half a year of hunting made him more sophisticated, and Wu Hui also got him demon beast meat that could grow faster for a long time.

Although the puppet is the Great Perfection Realm of the Martial Sect, the speed is much faster than that of the early stage of the Martial Sect, but how can it be faster than Zhang Jing, who has so many blessings. When it turned around, it had already received a heavy axe from Zhang Jing on its back.

Zhang Jing put his mind on dodging, and the axe was not heavy, only allowing a few sparks to emerge from the puppet. However, this still surprised Zhang Jing.

After Zhang Jing finished cutting an axe, he saw the puppet turning around, and immediately fled to his other side like lightning.

The puppet was not stupid, and immediately discovered Zhang Jing's intentions, and the heavy sword blocked his side like a huge light shield. Obviously, as long as Zhang Jing is shrouded in this light, her body will be full of holes.

When the old man saw this, he hurriedly shouted: "Retreat!" Zhang Jing was as calm as water, and he actually pulled out a defensive cover with a heavy axe, sat down, and instead of retreating, he advanced, and cut at the puppet's legs.

The puppet was hit by two axes in both legs, and he actually felt angry, and the heavy sword move was aimed at Zhang Jing.

One man and one puppet, one with a nimble posture and one with infinite strength, one constantly fleeing for his life and waiting for an opportunity to harass him, and one desperately chasing, but helpless.

In this way, the two fought for an hour, and Zhang Jing slashed all over the puppet's body, but the puppet was not damaged at all, but he was shocked ten times, scarred and covered in blood.

This is because he has cultivated the Heaven and Earth Tai Technique, and his body is several times tougher than that of people in the same realm, so he was not shocked to death.

After cutting the puppet's whole body, he didn't find the control center, which made Zhang Jing can't help but be solemn. If he didn't quickly find the opponent's control center, even if Zhang Jing wasn't cut down by the puppet, he would be consumed to death sooner or later.

He dodged the puppet while observing and searching. If the center wasn't where he had chopped, where else could it be?

Finally, he noticed that when the puppet waved his right hand, there was a small round cake in the armpit, stuffed there like a bottle stopper. Although it blended in with the other parts, the energy fluctuations on the small round cake were more intense.

Zhang Jing made up her mind and deliberately lured the puppet to swing her sword again, and her own figure drilled through it like a ghost, slashing the opponent's armpit.

There was a "pop" sound, and the heavy axe slashed impartially on the small round cake. The puppet trembled all over, and suddenly turned into a wooden man, and the murderous aura and cold light in his eyes disappeared in an instant.

"Whew-" Zhang Jing let out a heavy breath and immediately sat down to adjust his internal breath.

This battle is many times harder than his usual sparring with Wu Hui. However, he knew that the harder he worked, the faster his force would increase. He even thought that after he received these puppets, he would have to train with them every day to improve his combat power.

With the experience of fighting against the first puppet, Zhang Jing's heart became more and more transparent. The control centers of these golems are slightly different in shape from other parts, and the energy fluctuations are the most intense. With these realizations, the next four puppets don't need to be cut down all over their bodies.

After resting for a while, Zhang Jing stood up with his axe and walked forward thirty zhang, and the second puppet was activated by the touch. Zhang Jing neither slashed nor took the move this time, but only circled with him, carefully looking for the location of the other party's center.

After fighting for a quarter of an hour, Zhang Jing suddenly found that the opponent's center was on the inner thigh, and immediately lured the opponent to chase after him, and when its legs were wide open, he turned around, and when the opponent blocked, he had already taken the opportunity to get close and slash at the opponent's thigh. A huge puppet stiffened with its hands still in the air.

The next three puppets, Zhang Jing killed faster, and in less than half an hour, they were all subdued.

The old man in the animal skin has been watching Zhang Jing fight with the puppet in the void, sometimes laughing, sometimes frowning, sometimes shaking his head, sometimes dancing, and his stubbornness is fully revealed.

But in the midst of this viewing, several times he actually felt that Zhang Jing's body exuded an aura that made him instinctively respectful.

This surprised him a little, so much so that his mentality of completely playing slowly became solemn.

When he saw that Zhang Jing spent more than an hour subduing the first puppet, but it only took a quarter of an hour to subdue the second puppet, he couldn't help but mutter: "Hey, Zhang Jing little doll, you are fighting too fast, it's not fun, it's not fun!"

When he saw Zhang Jing quickly deal with the third puppet, he actually stopped Zhang Jing and said, "Next, you can't just hit its center, you have to defeat them with strength! Even if you don't rely on strength, you have to fight for at least half an hour." ”

Zhang Jing felt that the old man in the animal skin was simply a naughty child, and he was not much younger than himself, so he wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth and said: "Senior, you said that you only need to defeat them, and told me to hit their center, why are you not allowed to hit the center?"

The old man salivated and said, "You always hit the center, so I won't have a show." ”

"But if you don't hit the center, I won't be killed by the other party, and I will be consumed by the other party, do you want to see a cute boy like me being consumed alive?"

The old man was speechless for a moment,

When the five puppets were all solved, the old man actually muttered: "You little doll, this scene is not enjoyable, I regret not setting up two more levels." ”

After speaking, he actually showed a smile that was both divine and flattering, "In this way, you worship me as a teacher, and when I teach you martial arts in the future, I can continue to watch you fight." ”

Zhang Jing carefully reminded: "Senior, you are just a remnant of the spirit, do you still want me to worship you as a teacher? I have heard the elders say that once this formation is broken, it will not take long for your remnant spirit to dissipate. ”

"What? You say I'm a remnant?" The old man in the animal skin suddenly became angry and shouted, "Zhang Jing, you little doll is talking nonsense! Ignorance is extreme! My deity has never died, and I am still alive and well! What is in front of you now is a trace of my deity's divine thoughts!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man waved his hand, and an incomparably powerful force rolled towards Zhang Jing, and immediately rolled Zhang Jing into the air, treating him like a toy, and quickly flipped forward countless times, then backwards countless times, then left turns, and then right turns.

Zhang Jing suddenly felt that he had completely lost control of himself, like a piece of tissue paper, at the mercy of the wind, turning somersaults in the air at an extremely terrifying speed, and the horror in his heart reached the extreme in an instant.

At the beginning, he only thought that the second and third levels were difficult, and if he tried to break through, he would definitely die.

Now that I have outwitted the three levels, I thought that I could get the items left by the old man in this inner cave, but I didn't expect that I didn't say a word and suffered such a catastrophe.

This beast-skinned old man can use his divine sense to condense into a human form, at least it is also the imperial realm. This kind of skill is at least a thousand times more powerful than Ba Shi, and it is easier to kill him than to trample an ant to death.

Now I want to say something to defend myself, but because I have completely lost control of my body, I can't even speak!

Is this a small life lost because of an ignorant word?