Over the main hall of the Lord’s Mansion in Mingguang City.

The battle between the two sides is still continuing.

Because the battle situation was too fierce, not many people could be distracted from the changes in the battle situation between Ye Changkong and Chen Jingming.

Everyone is devoted to their own battles.

As the battle continued, Tang Lin and the eight others could no longer hold on to their physical strength and energy.

Being besieged by more than fifty Yan family strongmen, he is no longer as easy as he can, and he is vaguely at a disadvantage.

Several people were covered with wounds of different sizes.

On the other hand, the battle between Mr. Tun and Yan Qingfeng was also particularly fierce and fierce.

The loud roar of killing and clashing burst out one after another.

However, Yan Qingfeng was in the hands of Master Tun, but he was very passive in the battle.

The other many powerful Yan family members had already died in the flames that were rolling out from the murderous fire formation.

All the people who are still alive are struggling to support them.

He placed all his hope on Chen Jingming, hoping that Chen Jingming could quickly deal with Ye Changkong and stop this terrible murderous fire array.

Such a battle is not only a fierce battle for everyone on both sides, but also a lasting and bitter battle.

Including Ye Changkong, who has found a way to deal with the black scale puppet, is the same.

Under Shen Jingming's control, the black scales that were burned red all over the body became even more crazy.

This made Ye Changkong dare not have any clones and devote himself to the battle with the black scale puppet.

His body was walking in the void, and the soul flames burning with his left hand continued to burn the black scale puppet.

In this way, when he was entangled with the black scale puppet, he was constantly looking for opportunities to use the Great Sun Burning Dragon Fist, and punched one punch after another to hit the black scale puppet that was burned red.

The Great Sun Burning Dragon Fist, each blow, will leave a deep depression on the black scale puppet, with endless sparks splashing.

Since Chen Jingming desperately controlled the black scale puppet, while launching a violent attack on Ye Changkong, he tried his best to avoid Ye Changkong's attack.

However, Ye Changkong could always find an opportunity to hit him with one punch by relying on the exquisite body skills of Zui Meng Shen Wandering.

! ~ ~! ~

It was like the dull explosion of heavy hammers hitting the heavy steel plate, which started one after another, shaking around.

Such a battle lasted nearly two incense sticks.

Before he knew it, Ye Changkong had already smashed more than 70 Great Sun Burning Dragon Fist on the Black Scale Puppet.

The black-scaled puppet had deep sank marks on the body of the black-scaled puppet.

Fortunately, Ye Changkong has a strong foundation in his skills, strong qi and blood, and extremely strong recovery. Otherwise, if he had such a battle, the energy, bloodline and soul power in his body would have been exhausted long ago.

However, this is the case. After fighting with the black scale puppet for so long, most of the immortal Yuan power, the power of the immortal bloodline and the soul power in the body have been consumed.

"The Yuanli in my natal martial arts pill can support me to use the eleventh Great Sun Burning Dragon Fist."

"If these eleven punches cannot smash the broken puppet, then you can only use the space teleportation talisman to escape from here."

In such a battle with the black scale puppet, Ye Changkong seemed to have an absolute advantage.

However, whether it is the Yuanli or the Immortal Bloodline, the consumption of soul power is too great.

This made his face look particularly solemn at this moment.

If the remaining eleven punches cannot be destroyed, their mission will undoubtedly end in failure.

After he used the Tianyin Technique and Space Teleportation Talismanship to escape from the City of Nether Light.

It is conceivable that the fate of Tang Lin and the eight others will be the ones who have gone through.

"There are eleven punches..."

Ye Changkong took a deep breath, and then his eyes showed a madness: "It's already smashed to such a shape, I don't believe it won't be smashed in the end!"

In my heart, such an angry roar was made, and the Great Sun Burning Dragon Fist exploded again.

Oh! ~

As the big sun burning dragon fist light fell on the black scale puppet, it burst into deafening and dull explosions again.

The black-scaled puppet suffered such a heavy blow, as if it was completely burned red and was hit by a hammer, splashing countless sporadic Mars, and was shocked to retreat.

The sound of a bang air blew up, and Ye Changkong's body disappeared from the spot, completely breaking the sound barrier between the heavy world of the Holy Realm, and chasing him in an instant.

"Second punch!"

The light of the Great Rifle Dragon's fist gushed out from his right fist again, hitting the black scale puppet hard.

"Do not, dodge me!" Shen Jingming also roared with a slightly ferocious look.

Roar! ~

Under Shen Jingming's full control, the black scale puppet, whose retreating body made a violent roar, trying to avoid the punch that came again.

But, the puppet is a puppet after all.

Even if it is in harmony with the master of control, no matter how high the degree of fit it has, it cannot be compared with the martial artist's own flesh and blood body. There will be such a slight gap in control.

Ye Changkong's body speed and punching speed were so fast that he was so fast that he was so close to Hei Lin's body that he was unable to avoid it.

Oh! ~

The dull explosion sound like a heavy hammer hitting iron rose again.

"The third punch!"

With a punch, Ye Changkong's figure also exploded again, and he did not give Hei Lin the opportunity to stabilize his body.

Before the Yuan power, soul power, and blood power were almost exhausted.

Ye Changkong undoubtedly burst out all his potential, and he tried his best to destroy the black scale puppet.

The fourth punch, the fifth punch... the eighth punch!

Click~ Click!~

Finally, under the blast of the eighth Great Sun Burning Dragon Fist.

The black scale puppet that had been smashed to pieces finally sounded a strange sound, like a crack sound that had been cracked for thousands of years.

Then, then

At the moment when such a strange explosion sounded, under the eyes of Poxu Tian, ​​Ye Changkong clearly saw the dense and complex group of tool pattern arrays inside the black scale puppet's body, which collapsed.

As these weapon pattern array groups inside the black scale puppet's body were destroyed, the black light bursting on the surface of the originally fierce and violent black scale puppet suddenly dimmed.

The body that was smashed to pieces became stiff and twitched like a mechanical one.

Finally, with a bang, the instrument pattern array group inside the black scale puppet completely exploded, and lost all its movement power and fell from mid-air.

Bang! ~

Puff ~ ~! ~

As the black scale puppet's internal weapon pattern group collapsed, the guardian field shrouded in Shen Jingming's body collapsed instantly.

Chen Jingming, who was protected by the guardian field and was urging the black scale puppet with all his strength, seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, and a large amount of blood mist spewed out of his mouth.

"How is that possible!"

"A guardian puppet like Black Scale, which is the top-grade holy level, was actually destroyed by Ye Changkong!"

It was also at this moment that the group of Yan family strong men who were working together to besiege Tang Lin and others also sensed the movement here.

When they saw the black-scaled puppet falling from mid-air, their eyes couldn't help but look horrified, and they even shouted in despair.

The destruction of the black scale puppet is tantamount to the current battle situation, which is a heavy blow to the Yan family.

"how so……"

Yan Qingfeng, who was fighting fiercely with Master Tun, heard the desperate shouts in the venue, and his face suddenly became as if dead.

It was Yan Qingfeng who was so lost that he was hit by the frog palm that was slapped by Master Tun, which gathered fierce power, and his body exploded and flew out.

"Win!"

"Ye Changkong destroyed the top-grade puppet of the holy rank!"

Tang Lin and others, who were struggling to resist the surrounding and killing of the strong Yan family members, shouted in irrepressible excitement at this moment.

Without the black scale puppet, in this murderous fire formation, no one in the Yan family could control Ye Changkong.

Undoubtedly, it is equivalent to announcing the end of this battle.

The balance of victory is ultimately inclined to their side!

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Chen Jingming, who was destroyed by the puppet contract backlash, was injured by the puppet contract, and a piece of blood spurted out from his mouth.

It is also hard to believe the scene in front of you.
To be continued...