Meng Tianxiao, who had been injured by the Evil Gathering Talisman for most of his body, saw Yang Zimei's weakness and ordered.
"ah--"
Qingyun's body expanded, his strength doubled, and his entire fist struck Yang Zimei's body like a big hammer.
The pain in her chest and chest began again, making her dodge movements become slower and slower.
Seeing that his bones were about to be broken by Qingyun's fist...
A red sword appeared in the air, blocking the oncoming fist...
Qingyun took a few steps back, looking at the "person" who suddenly appeared in front of him with one eye in horror.
Yang Zimei was also shocked. He opened his eyes wide and shouted in an unbelievable tone, "Zhu Tian——"
Long Zhutian just looked back at her and did not respond to her. He waved the gun in his hand and approached Qingyun. His figure was like a ghost, erratic and silent.
Yang Zimei discovered that Long Zhutian's feet did not touch the ground, and his whole body seemed to be floating in the air.
The sun shone down and penetrated directly through his body...
How is this going?
Is this her imagination?
She raised her hand and bit her finger to see more clearly.
That’s right!
Standing with the living dead in front of her was Long Zhutian, whom she had thought about day and night, but who should not have appeared here at this time.
He was also wearing a black nightgown, only loosely tied around his waist.
However, the clothes seemed to be flimsy.
But the Ganjiang sword in his hand was real. Under the sun, it was glowing with blood-red light. The sword's edge was cold and it was advancing towards the blue clouds.
What's the matter?
"Zhutian——"
She shouted with a trembling voice.
Long Zhutian didn't answer her.
And what Meng Tianxiao could see on the side was only a crimson sword dancing in the air, forcing Qingyun back step by step.
How is this going?
Could it be that she has such great ability to control her soul to help her fight?
Logically speaking, it is impossible for a soul to control physical objects and attack people.
Could it be Yuanshen?
At the moment when he was thinking, he saw the Gan Jiang sword slashing through the air...
Qingyun's head separated from his body and flew to the side...
"Qingyun!"
Meng Tianxiao screamed heartbroken and chanted the spell.
Yang Zimei saw countless Gu insects emerging from Qingyun's severed neck and crawling towards her one after another.
In desperation, Yang Zimei took out the small iron tower and the small clock.
As soon as the Gu insects saw the small iron tower, they immediately stopped crawling and moved around a meter away from her in an extremely irritable manner, while Meng Tianxiao continued to chant the spell.
What magic weapon does she have on her body?
These Gu insects that have been kept in Qingyun's body for decades actually dare not come even close?
At this time, Long Zhutian glanced at her, and the sword in his hand suddenly fell to the ground with a clang, and his whole person disappeared out of thin air...
If it weren't for the sword on the ground that was still there, Yang Zimei would have doubted whether what he just did was an illusion.
Seeing more and more Gu insects surrounding him, even though he couldn't get even close to him, he felt terribly sick.
The most important thing is that her heart is hurt and she can't spend too much time here.
Regardless of whether it works or not, the small clock on my hand rings...
when!
when!
when!
Three sharp bells rang.
puff!
Qingyun's severed head, but most of his body that was still standing, suddenly rose into a puff of black smoke, and finally disappeared.