"Senior help me. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Cheng Ziming propped up his hands and jumped out of the sand hole. His toes were a little on the sand ball, and the man had already leapt into the air.

The spirit sword had a tacit understanding, and instantly rushed to his feet and caught him steadily.

Cheng Ziming waved his arm, and a cold light flew out of his hand, heading straight for the neck of the sandman.

The sandman has no facial features, so his face is naturally expressionless, and in fact, the sandman didn't even move.

The cold light flashed, and the dagger stabbed into the sandman's neck with a pop, splashing a puff of dust.

The sandman's smooth face twisted, a puff of white smoke rose above his head, and he raised his arms and waved them twice.

"Boy, you're so bad at it, you didn't hurt it, but you provoked it, and that's not a good thing to do. The voice of the machine spirit appeared directly in Cheng Ziming's divine sense, and there was obvious dissatisfaction in his tone.

"Senior, why don't you strike again and destroy this sand man?" Cheng Ziming said, the movement in his hand was not slow, he raised his hand and struck again, and the dagger was like a meteor, flashing cold light and flying towards the sand man's neck.

With a "poof", the dagger plunged into the sandman's neck, standing right next to the previous dagger. Although the sandman's neck was thick, the two daggers were cut side by side, and there was still a big cut in the neck.

The sandman was even more furious, his faceless face twisted together, and white smoke billowed from his head.

Cheng Ziming took a closer look at its faceless facial features, was amused, and said with a smile: "It has no eyes, it can't see my attack, and now there is no need for seniors to make a move, and juniors are confident to kill this big guy." ”

After speaking, Cheng Ziming confidently pulled out another dagger from the cuff of his boot.

Suddenly, a mutation protruded.

The sandman was furious, and suddenly raised his leg and kicked it. It had no legs, and its legs were stuck directly in the sand, which was closely connected to the desert. As soon as he raised his legs, he directly brought up a wave of sand, and the wave rolled up high and slapped in the direction of Cheng Ziming.

With a strange roar, the spirit sword suddenly turned and dodged higher into the air.

It's a pity that the spirit sword reacted too quickly, and he completely forgot to consider Cheng Ziming, a little monk in the qi refining period. With his cultivation, he can't fly with the sword, so naturally he can't keep up with the spirit sword's agile reaction at all.

"Ahh Cheng Ziming's body was crooked and fell from the spirit sword.

He secretly screamed "not good", and the person turned around in the air, and he had already launched the "Wind Treading Technique", and his body fell twice, stopping the downward trend.

At this moment, the sand waves rolled from the bottom up, and Cheng Ziming had just stabilized his body when he felt a huge force slapping from the bottom up.

"Ahh His legs went numb, and the man flew out with a whoosh.

The spirit sword finally reacted at this time, and flew to his feet again, stopping steadily in the air.

Cheng Ziming flew to the highest point, and fell from the highest point again, he fell sideways on the spirit sword, rolled off the spirit sword, and fell to the ground.

"Boy!alas!" the machine spirit sighed, and hurriedly drove at full speed again, flying under Cheng Ziming with a "swish".

This time, the figure of the machine spirit appeared directly in mid-air, grabbed Cheng Ziming, and pressed it on the spirit sword.

"What happened just now? I've already caught you. The machine spirit asked angrily.

"My feet are numb and I can't stand. Cheng Ziming explained angrily.

"Brother Cheng!" Wen Sango's shout came from afar.

Cheng Ziming hurriedly turned around, only to see that the sand ball where Wen Coral was hiding had already rolled to the edge of the funnel passage, and only a few steps away, it would fall into the passage.

"Okay, senior, let's hurry up and go to the confluence. Cheng Ziming leaned down, held the spirit sword tightly and said. As long as you enter the passage, you can completely get rid of the sandman's attack. The only thing he had to do was to hold on to the spirit sword, and not be accidentally thrown off by this senior.

The figure of the machine spirit flashed, and it returned to the spirit sword again. Immediately, the spirit sword tilted slightly, and flew out with a "swish". Cheng Ziming only felt a flower in front of him, and a huge force rushed towards him, and the person had already flown far away with the spirit sword.

Fortunately, he held it tightly, and Cheng Ziming was secretly lucky in his heart. Although the machine spirit has spiritual wisdom and is also intelligent, he is more forgetful, and he forgets that he is just a minor monk in the Qi refining period if he is not careful. It's like an adult and a child walking together, and the adult is used to his own speed, and often habitually walks briskly, leaving the child behind.

In the final analysis, Cheng Ziming's cultivation was too low, and he couldn't keep up with the spirit sword's reactions and movements at all.

Like a meteor across the sky, the spirit sword galloped over the sand, and in the blink of an eye, it flew in front of the sand ball.

Suddenly, the sandman who had been left behind suddenly stretched out his arm and grabbed at the sandball that was about to fall into the passage.

The fine sand poured into the sandman's body from the ground in a steady stream, and its arms grew longer and longer, even faster than the speed of the spirit sword's flight, like sand and dust swept by the wind, and stretched out.

"Bang!" the sandman's arm grabbed the edge of the sand hole, and with the scream of warm coral, the sand ball got stuck at the edge of the funnel tunnel, hanging in mid-air. Just one step away, the sand ball can fall into the tunnel.

Cheng Ziming secretly scolded in his heart: The ghost is not gone!

As soon as he raised his hand, two daggers came out of his hand and went straight for the sandman's wrists.

Then he turned, and another dagger flew out, stabbing at the sandman's neck.

"It doesn't work!Your magic weapon is too watery!" the voice of the machine spirit sounded again, and he hated that iron could not be made of steel.

Cheng Ziming's face was expressionless, his hand was shining, and he took out a blue, red, yellow, blue, and various color spirit sword from the storage space, and threw it out one after another.

In just five breaths, hundreds of spirit swords came out of their hands, stabbing the sandman into a big hedgehog.

The sandman's face twisted together, as if he had suddenly grown facial features. He writhed silently, but he didn't back down in pain, but instead pulled the sand balls that had almost fallen into the tunnel upwards.

"Alas, your magic weapon is too watery. The voice of the machine spirit did not appear in the divine sense, but simply shouted, with a tone full of hatred that iron is not steel.

Cheng Ziming's face was expressionless, his hands kept moving, one, two, three, five, and the spirit sword kept shooting, flying towards the huge torso of the sandman.

Finally, the surprised voice of the machine spirit sounded: "How can you have so many spirit swords!"

Finally, a black spirit sword became the last straw that broke the camel's back. This spirit sword with a black Yuan Magnetic Light happened to be inserted in the middle of the sandman's stomach.

Just listen to the crisp sound of "Knock!", and the black spirit sword seems to have hit something.

The sandman shook and looked up at the sky, his distorted face smoothing out, as if his crumpled clothes had been scalded out in an instant.

Suddenly, a stream of sand gushed out, and all the places where the spirit sword was inserted on the sandman's body began to spray sand outward. It was as if countless holes had been made in a sack filled with yellow sand, and thin streams of sand erupted from the breaches.

In a short breath, the sand in the sack dried up, and the sandman saw that it dried up, turning into yellow sand and melting into the desert. Where the sandman disappeared, only a pile of spirit swords were scattered on the ground, and the most striking of them was a piece of broken topaz stuck in the tip of the black spirit sword.

It turned out that topaz was the source of the sandman's spiritual power, and when the topaz was broken, the sandman could no longer maintain his human form.

The sandman turned into yellow sand, and its arms were scattered with the wind.

Unstoppable, the sand ball tumbled and fell into the tunnel.