An Xiaoyi's body bent, dodging the long sword behind his back, and at the same time as he bowed, he slapped the storage bag, and the Zhenhai God Hammer flew out.

"Zhenhai Divine Hammer!"

"Boom, boom!"

An Xiaoyi controlled the Divine Hammer and smashed it towards the Lanmang Long Sword, and at the same time that the long sword touched the Divine Hammer, the visible inch of his eyes broke.

An Xiaoyi continued to control the hammer and smashed it towards the black-shirted soul puppet, which looked tall and burly, but in fact it was flexible and extraordinary, and it was able to avoid the hammer and pass by.

At the same time as the black-shirted soul puppet dodged the Divine Hammer, An Xiaoyi pinched his hands again.

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

After the integration of these two realms, the red and orange wind vortex was several times larger than before, more gorgeous, and several times faster.

"Boom!"

The black-shirted monk didn't have time to dodge, he was hit by the wind whirlpool, and was shocked several feet away, worthy of the eighth-layer cultivation of the soul, even so, he did not fall, but his body shook a few times, obviously suffering internal injuries.

An Xiaoyi didn't stop, and once again manipulated the Divine Hammer to smash it, the black-shirted soul puppet dodged the Divine Hammer, slapped the storage bag, and already had a longer long sword in his hand, the spiritual power was dispersed, and the person moved with the sword, and the blue light slashed and stabbed at An Xiaoyi.

An Xiaoyi unfolded in a desperate manner, still half a step late, the long sword had already slashed across his left arm, and blood spurted out.

"Die!"

At the same time as An Xiaoyi slashed across the black-clothed monk's left arm, there was already a superb short sword in his right hand, and the shadowless hand stretched out, and the short sword slashed through the black-shirted monk's neck.

This is An Xiaoyi's opportunity to choose, let the other party cross his left arm, not because he can't avoid it, but because he sells a flaw, and when the other party can't turn back, he hits with one blow.

After the black-shirted soul puppet was slashed by An Xiaoyi's short sword in the neck, it took a few steps back, shook it a few times, and fell.

An Xiaoyi turned around and saw that a few feet behind him, Leng Yuhan at this time had been forced to have no way back by the red mangs of the yellow-shirted soul puppet, and his body had been hit by the iron whip in several places, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"Phantom Sword...... Fly!"

After Leng Yuhan dodged the entanglement of an iron whip, he found a vacancy, slapped the storage bag, and already had a flying sword in his hand, and the human sword was one, stabbing towards the yellow-shirted soul puppet.

Leng Yuhan's phantom sword flew into the sky, An Xiaoyi had seen it in the small competition of the outer sect of the sect, but at that time, Leng Yuhan was still a fifth-level spiritual cultivator, and his spiritual power was exhausted, so he naturally couldn't exert his full power.

I saw that the phantom sword after Leng Yuhan's human sword was united, emitting a dazzling white light, crossing the night sky like a meteor, and the momentum was extraordinary.

The yellow-shirted monk on the opposite side did not mean to dodge, with a wave of his big hand, the iron whip had returned to his hand, and his right hand rotated rapidly, and in an instant, the iron whip was wrapped around his right fist, which looked like a sledgehammer.

The yellow-shirted soul puppet flew up and faced Leng Yuhan's phantom sword, and at the same time that Leng Yuhan's phantom sword stabbed the yellow-shirted soul puppet's left arm, the yellow-shirted soul puppet picked up the sledgehammer made of the iron whip of his right fist and was about to smash it towards the phantom sword.

"No!!"

An Xiaoyi was shocked when he saw this scene, he knew that if this punch went down, Leng Yuhan would definitely be seriously injured.

But it was too late, and the yellow-shirted soul puppet still smashed down.

"Absolutely popular!"

"Shadowless Hand!"

An Xiaoyi was no longer able to stop the yellow-shirted soul puppet from smashing this punch, but quickly approached and held Leng Yuhan to prevent her from falling to the ground and aggravating her injuries.

After a few spins, An Xiaoyi hugged Leng Yuhan in his arms and fell to the ground, Leng Yuhan spat out several mouthfuls of blood, his eyes opened slightly, and he almost passed out.

An Xiaoyi looked at Leng Yuhan, who was seriously injured, his blood was boiling all over his body, and he was angry!

For some reason, seeing Leng Yuhan, who used to be always high, Leng Yuhan, who was always disdainful of himself, lying dying in his arms, An Xiaoyi did not feel the slightest pleasure, but his heart was like a knife, and every pore of his body was full of murderous energy!

He didn't know why this was happening, he didn't know why he was so angry.

He only knew that he had to kill this person who had severely injured Leng Yuhan, whether he was a monk, a soul puppet, or even anyone!

Even if it is a fight for his life, he will die with the other party!

An Xiaoyi gently put Leng Yuhan on the ground, turned his head to look at the yellow-shirted soul puppet, his eyes were full of bloodshots, his eyes were indescribable, if there was a third person present, he would definitely be able to see that it was a murderous gaze.

"Look for death!!"

An Xiaoyi slapped the storage bag, and the Zhenhai God Hammer flew out.

Catalyzed by An Xiaoyi's anger, the Zhenhai God Hammer seemed to feel his anger, and it continued to grow in size, and finally reached an astonishing size, at least several times larger than before, like a small mountain, smashing towards the Yellow Shirt Soul Puppet.

"What the hell is this!"

I saw the yellow-shirted soul puppet opposite, frightened, and actually spoke.

"Can you still speak?"

An Xiaoyi always thought that the soul puppet was a zombie, unable to speak, only making a strange roar, and had no consciousness, and could only perform tasks according to the instructions of the master.

The soul golem opened his mouth to speak, which surprised him a little, and his interest in the soul golem increased a little.

"If you can talk, you must die too!"

An Xiaoyi controlled the Zhenhai God Hammer and smashed it at the yellow-shirted monk.

This town Seagod Hammer is too big.

The yellow-shirted monk was already stout, far less agile than the black-shirted monk, and although he ran desperately, he could not escape the pursuit of the hammer, and after being hit several times, he kept spitting blood out of his mouth.

"Huh, you still have blood, you're not a soul golem?"

An Xiaoyi was even more surprised when she saw the yellow-shirted soul puppet vomiting blood.

"Who said that if a soul puppet can't speak, there will be no blood?

"You think you can deal with me with this broken hammer?"

The yellow-shirted soul puppet sneered a few times and said.

After being smashed by the Divine Hammer a few times, the Yellow Shirt Soul Puppet seemed to have mastered the characteristics of the Divine Hammer, no matter how An Xiaoyi manipulated it, the other party could always dodge it, and even a few times, he also stood on top of the Divine Hammer, and was proud as the Divine Hammer moved.

After An Xiaoyi saw that the attack of the Divine Hammer was ineffective, he withdrew the Divine Hammer.

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

"Boom!"

An Xiaoyi saw the other party's smug expression, and became even more angry, and the wind whirlpool was much bigger than before.

The yellow-shirted soul puppet iron whip waved again, and the red mang's iron whip flew out, like a snake and a dragon, and the iron whip really bypassed An Xiaoyi's wind whirlpool and attacked An Xiaoyi.

An Xiaoyi grabbed the red mang's iron whip with his shadowless hand, and threw it back at the yellow-shirted soul puppet with his strength.

While dodging the wind whirlpool, the yellow-shirted monk was hit by his own iron whip, and An Xiaoyi used it again, instantly appearing in front of the yellow-shirted monk.

After the yellow-shirted monk took a few steps back, he slapped the storage bag, and there was already an iron rod in his hand, and the iron rod grew up in the wind, and when An Xiaoyi saw the iron rod, the other party had already smashed the iron rod down.

"Click!"

An Xiaoyi's originally injured left arm was rubbed by an iron rod again, and several bones were broken, An Xiaoyi endured the pain and sweated profusely.

"Hahahaha! Boy, die!"

The yellow-shirted soul puppet picked up the iron rod again, the speed was extremely fast, and smashed it towards An Xiaoyi, An Xiaoyi was a little slower due to the heavy injury to his left arm, and after a little hesitation, before he had time to dodge, he saw that the iron rod was about to hit his head......