An Xiaoyi did not hesitate, after a slash, Feng Xing absolutely accelerated, and the shadowless hand stretched out, continuing to hold the best short sword, stabbing at the soul puppet with the broken arm.

The Severed Arm Soul Puppet was busy parrying, and several places on his body had already been stabbed by An Xiaoyi, and blood was gushing.

"I'll kill you!"

The severed arm soul puppet was completely enraged by An Xiaoyi, slapped the storage bag, and more than a dozen flying swords in his hand, flicked and pushed, forming a sword net, and flew towards An Xiaoyi.

"Die, die, die!"

An Xiaoyi's shadowless hand stretched out and knocked down most of the flying swords, and at the same time, taking advantage of the reaction of the other party's flying sword, in the shadowless hand, the best short sword had pierced the opponent's face.

Most of the flying swords in the sword net of the broken arm soul puppet were knocked down by An Xiaoyi's shadowless hand, but there were still two flying swords that pierced An Xiaoyi's body, but fortunately, they did not pierce the fatal part.

An Xiaoyi pulled out the best short sword, and the broken arm soul puppet fell to the ground at the same time.

An Xiaoyi maintained the control of the Zhenhai Divine Hammer, pulled out the flying sword on his body, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Can't get dizzy!"

At this time, An Xiaoyi shook his head hard, there were already several injuries on his body, and his mind was already a little dizzy, but he knew very well that only by persevering could he have hope of living.

The three soul puppets in the distance merged together again to form a sword formation, although the sword formation of the three people was not as powerful as the four-person sword formation, it was not something that An Xiaoyi could resist head-on.

After dodging the Zhenhai Divine Hammer a few times, they had already mastered the law and avoided it completely.

Although the Zhenhai Divine Hammer is extraordinarily powerful, it is too big after all, inconvenient to move, and not flexible enough, which gives the other party the opportunity to attack An Xiaoyi.

An Xiaoyi withdrew the Divine Hammer, and Feng Xingjie unfolded again, trying to avoid the opponent's sword formation.

But these three soul puppets seem to have excellent on-the-spot ability, and they have already discovered some weaknesses in Feng Xing, and they are slow to turn around, they pretend to sweep sideways, and they are swaying for a while, and they are easy to plan!

Deadly crisis flashes!

The opponent's sword formation has attacked An Xiaoyi head-on......

At this moment, something in the storage bag shook wildly, and An Xiaoyi's spiritual power penetrated.

"Soul mirrors?"

"It was the one who saved my life last time?"

It's very slow to say, all this is lightning and flint, and in a flash, An Xiaoyi patted the storage bag.

"Whew!"

The dementor mirror flew out, and a blue light shot out, which had shone on the three brocade-clothed soul puppets in the sword array......

I saw that the three soul puppets, under the blue light, after a white light in their bodies shone brightly, they flew to the side in different directions, and after landing on the ground, after shaking a few times, they were silent.

The shining white light, with a "whoosh", flew into the dementor mirror and returned to An Xiaoyi's storage bag with the dementor mirror.

All this was too fast, and Fu Shan, who was watching the battle dozens of feet away, didn't see what was going on at all.

"This ...... What's the situation?"

Fu Shan was shocked, he didn't expect An Xiaoyi to kill three soul puppets of the eighth layer of soul cultivation in an instant.

Fu Shan couldn't understand how An Xiaoyi on the other side could have such amazing skills just as a sixth-level cultivation of the Great Perfection of Spiritual Cultivation.

Originally, he was just watching the excitement, the sword formation of these three soul puppets, he knew very well, not to mention An Xiaoyi, even if he was himself, the cultivation of the ninth layer of soul cultivation, he was not sure to win.

"I really underestimated you!"

"Even so, if you meet me, you still have to die!"

Although Fu Shan was a little jealous of An Xiaoyi's cultivation in his heart, he still couldn't lose his momentum, and said sharply.

"Less nonsense, come on!"

An Xiaoyi knew that it was basically impossible to defeat the other party, after all, the other party was a ninth-level spirit cultivator, and he was only a sixth-level spirit cultivator, and the gap was too big to overcome.

If it weren't for the help of the Soul Mirror, I'm afraid I would have died twice.

But even so, since there is no escape, you can only fight!

Even if it's just a fight for your life, you must not give up!

Fu Shan looked at An Xiaoyi, who was like a fighting beast, and dared to raise a little respect in his heart, if it weren't for the life-and-death hostile relationship, he might be willing to make An Xiaoyi a friend.

"Okay! I promise you, I will let you die happily!"

Fu Shan laughed and said loudly.

"Hmph! It's not certain who will die or who will live!"

An Xiaoyi snorted coldly and said coldly.

"The wind is swirling, the two realms are one!"

After An Xiaoyi finished speaking, he pinched the trick with both hands, and after gathering spiritual power, he pushed with both hands, and the red and orange wind swirls flew out and blasted towards Fu Mountain.

"Boom!"

After the red and orange wind vortex flew out, Fu Shan only waved his right hand, and there was already a big knife in his hand.

"Cold Moon Knife, slash!"

With a wave of Fu Shan's broadsword, a dazzling blue light swirl flew out, shaped like a crescent moon, breaking through the sky and blasting towards An Xiaoyi's red and orange wind whirlpool.

"Boom!"

At the moment when the blue curved moonlight vortex of Fu Mountain collided with An Xiaoyi's red and orange wind vortex, the light was shining, and the rumbling sound caused by the collision shook the sky.

The glare dissipated after a few breaths, and it was brilliant for a moment, so bright.

After An Xiaoyi collided with the light vortex, he was shocked out of the way, his viscera was slightly invasive, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"This is the first time that he has been shocked, and this guy is really extraordinary. “

An Xiaoyi knows very well that the other party's cultivation is indeed much higher than his own.

"Zhenhai Divine Hammer!"

An Xiaoyi slapped the storage bag, and the hammer became bigger in the wind and smashed towards Fu Mountain.

When Fu Shan saw the huge divine hammer smashing in, he still didn't dodge, and still waved the big knife in his hand.

"Cold Moon Knife, slash!"

Just when the Divine Hammer arrived in front of Fu Shan, it collided with the Cold Moon Knife swung by the other party.

"Bang...... ......"

The sound of sparks and metal clashing is piercing.

I saw that the huge Zhenhai God Hammer, under the slash of the opponent's big knife, although it was not damaged, it changed direction......

An Xiaoyi saw that the Divine Hammer could not hurt the other party, and he was extremely anxious and withdrew the Divine Hammer.

"It's so powerful, how can you fight! Run!"

An Xiaoyi's skills are poor, and he is desperate to run.

"Want to run, how easy is it?"

Fu Shan sneered and shouted.

An Xiaoyi found a gap, passed through the side of Fu Mountain, and dodged the slash of the opponent's big knife, which had already grazed the armor on An Xiaoyi's body.

No matter how An Xiaoyi used his popularity and ran desperately, the other party could always easily keep up, and the other party's Cold Moon Knife slashed around An Xiaoyi.

Fu Shan seemed to be teasing An Xiaoyi, and the six or seven layers of soft armor on An Xiaoyi's body had been cut and dropped by the other party.

"Run, aren't you very good at running?"

Fu Shan was next to An Xiaoyi and said provocatively.

An Xiaoyi was depressed in her heart, and secretly thought, why is this scene so familiar?

"Fight, fight!"

Seeing that he couldn't get out, An Xiaoyi gritted his teeth, stiffened his head, and said.

An Xiaoyi unfolded, and at the same time, the best short sword in Wuying's hand stabbed towards Fu Mountain.

But no matter how An Xiaoyi sped up, the best short sword couldn't hurt the other party in the slightest.

After Fu Shan dodged An Xiaoyi's superb short sword, the big sword slashed again.

"Cold Moon Knife, slash! slash!"

After slashing several times in a row, An Xiaoyi had been slashed by the Cold Moon Knife in several places, and the spiritual power in his body was consumed extremely quickly, leaving less than two percent.

"Are you really going to die......"