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Volume 4 Taiqing Gate 550 Four Puppets

"go!"

Liu Ming gave an order, and at the same time, his sleeves and robes shook, and a stream of golden light shot out. It stretched out and turned into a golden python several feet long. In a flash, it completely entangled the puppet soldier who was entangled in his hair.

stand up.

The transformed golden-armored talisman soldier had already rushed in front of the puppet, and punched the immobile soldier on the head hard.

The puppet soldier was caught off guard and was immediately knocked to the ground.

When the young man in green robe saw this, he couldn't help but be shocked. He didn't expect Liu Ming's two magic pets to be so powerful. Judging from the mana fluctuations they emitted, they both had the strength of the late stage of liquid condensation!

Liu Ming's previous behavior was clearly to deliberately lead his puppet far away.

"If you dare to destroy my puppet, you will be cut into thousands of pieces!" The young man in green robe shouted sternly, his body glowed with green light, and he immediately rushed forward with the other two puppets.

But Liu Ming had already blurred his figure and appeared in front of the puppet who was entangled by the flying skull and the yellow scarf warrior. The flying sword in his hand flashed and stabbed a golden rune mark on his left chest like lightning.

Liu Ming also studied the structure of the puppet quite a bit. He knew that as long as the core supplying spiritual power was destroyed, the puppet would immediately turn into a dead object no matter how strong it was. Through previous observations, he had naturally found the core.

A "chi" sound!

The crimson flying sword penetrated deeply into the mark on the soldier's chest with lightning speed. The tall body of the puppet soldier suddenly flashed with golden light, and a clicking sound came from inside.

Liu Ming's eyes flashed with joy, but then changed slightly.

The internal mechanisms and mana flow of this puppet did not stop completely. The golden head still emitted golden light, but the aura it emitted was obviously a bit weaker than before.

"So that's it. This puppet warrior actually has two cores. No wonder he moves so quickly." Liu Ming's thoughts suddenly changed, and he squeezed the sword formula in his hand. The red flying sword ejected again, circled and then pierced again.

Between the puppet's eyebrows.

A "bang" sound came.

At this moment, the golden-armored puppet finally stopped suddenly, and fell heavily to the ground with the red light in its eyes extinguished.

From Liu Ming releasing his magic pet to trap the enemy to destroying a golden-armored puppet, it only takes a few breaths!

It wasn't until the golden-armored puppet fell to the ground that the young man in green robe came back with the other two puppets. But his eyes glanced at the puppet that collapsed on the ground like a dead thing and the other one that was still struggling with the bone scorpion and couldn't escape.

He paused, his face turned livid, and then he looked at Liu Ming with eyes filled with strong murderous intent.

Liu Ming smiled softly and waved his hand to cast a spell. The falling gold sand surrounding the puppet immediately dispersed. After a circle, it turned into a golden light and landed on his hand.

"Do you think that because you can't use the Four Elephant Formation, I can't do anything to you?" The young man in green robe smiled coldly.

Liu Ming smiled and said nothing, but quietly gave instructions to Feitou and the Yellow Turban Warrior through his spiritual thoughts.

"Whoosh" and "whoosh" sounded through the air.

The flying head and the yellow scarf warrior suddenly shot out and pounced on the two puppet warriors behind the green-robed boy.

At the same time, Liu Ming pinched his sword. The red sword light flashed in front of him and slashed at the green-robed boy.

"court death!"

The young man in green robe shouted sharply, his hands flashed with black light, and suddenly a pair of pitch-black gloves appeared, and he punched the sword in front of him with a strong black light.

There was a loud "boom". The red flying sword was hit backwards by one punch, and the young man in green robe was also knocked back by the huge force. He couldn't help but take two steps back.

Just when the young man in green robe stabilized his body and wanted to punch out again, a sneer suddenly reached his ears. The young man's eyes blurred, and a black shadow was heavily thrown on his chest.

With a "bang", the young man in green robe was unable to defend himself, and his body-protecting aura was instantly shattered. Then a burning pain came from his chest, and he jumped into the air and was knocked away more than ten feet, like a broken man.

Like a sack, it fell heavily to the ground.

With a "wow" sound, the young man in green robe spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his chest sunken even further, and he felt a heartbreaking pain even when he breathed.

"This is impossible..." The young man in green robe stood up, a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes.

He is a talented inner sect disciple who attracts the attention of thousands of people in Moxuan Sect. He also has a huge backer behind him.

Not far away, one of the four-headed puppet warriors he relied on the most was damaged, and the other three were tightly entangled by the opponent's spiritual pets. For a moment, they couldn't break free, let alone come to protect them.

He did.

The young man in green robe endured the pain in his chest and struggled to stand up with a low cry. However, he saw a black shadow flash before his eyes, and a figure teleported in front of him, and it was Liu Ming.

Seeing this, the young man in green robe finally showed a hint of fear in his eyes, but suddenly he opened his mouth and a black light shot out. There was no warning in advance, but it was a black needle of ox hair several inches long.

However, Liu Ming's figure suddenly moved forward instead of retreating. At the same time, his head blurred, and the phantom of the black needle flashed past. Then his sleeve flicked, and golden light rolled out, and it condensed instantly.

It turned into a golden blade of light and stabbed forward silently.

At such a close range, the young man in green robes had no way to avoid him. It was too late to activate other spiritual weapons to defend himself. He could only desperately dodge his body to one side to avoid the vital points first.

As a result, with a flash of golden light, the green-robed young man's body-protecting aura was cut through, and one of his arms was thrown down by everything, and instantly turned into a burst of blood mist.

"ah!"

The young man in green robe screamed.

However, he can be regarded as a determined person. He gritted his teeth and suddenly retreated several feet away. With his other hand, he quickly took out a talisman and placed it against the broken arm, stopping the blood on his shoulder.

The flow was like a stream, and then he waved one hand, a black light flashed, and suddenly there was a fan with more black and less white in his hand, but it was the soul-killing fan, a top-notch spiritual weapon that he had bought at the auction.

Liu Ming raised his eyebrows slightly. If he remembered correctly, this fan should have as many as thirty levels of restrictions. Under the opponent's desperate urging, its power should not be underestimated.

However, the auction has only been held for two or three months. Since this young man has already refined this set of puppets, and he did not sacrifice this fan immediately before, he probably has not completed the ritual of the soul-destroying fan. In this case,

There is no need to worry too much.

While he was thinking about it, the young man in green robe had already revealed a ferocious look on his face and poured all his mana into the soul-destroying fan. As if that was not enough, he opened his mouth again and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the fan.

The soul-killing fan suddenly glowed brightly in black and white, and then it aimed at Liu Ming and slapped him hard.

However, a purple mist surged out from the fan, and after condensation, it instantly turned into a purple skull, opening its mouth wide and swallowing Liu Ming.

Liu Ming suddenly felt a breathtaking feeling filling the surrounding space, and there was a faint stabbing pain in his ears, which shook his mind.

Liu Ming felt a slight shiver in his heart. Suddenly he turned over his hand and took out a small silver lock, and at the same time made a lightning-like seal with his other hand.

With the flash of the small silver lock, his eyes suddenly shined with silver light, and a huge amount of spiritual power that seemed to be substantial spurted out, facing the approaching purple skeleton.

There was a "boom"!

The purple skeleton suddenly dispersed with grinning teeth, and once again turned into billowing purple mist and slowly dissipated in the air.

In the mist, a green figure just twisted and flashed out like a ghost. The next moment, it was two or three feet in front of the green-robed young man.

"No! There's no way I'm going to lose to a nobody like you!" The green-robed boy's face was as pale as paper at this moment. Seeing this, he roared desperately. The soul-killing fan in his hand flapped wildly, and countless black wind blades flew out.

Sweeping out. Wanting to fight to the death.

Liu Ming's eyes turned cold, and there was a flash of black energy on his body. His whole body became like a snake's body, twisting and moving in an incredible way, and he actually passed through the wind blade in an instant.

The next moment, the young man in green robe felt a strong black wind whistling by his side. Then his chest felt cold. He subconsciously looked back and saw a man in green robe behind him, holding up a palm filled with black energy.

, the heart dripping with blood on the palm is still beating slowly.

When the young man in green robe saw this scene, his expression instantly froze, his eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

There was a "pop" sound!

He clenched his palms suddenly, and his heart was crushed to pieces, and a ball of blood spurted out.

The young man in green robe opened his mouth, and made several inaudible hoarse sounds from his throat. Then his body fell to the ground softly, his eyes completely lost their luster, and only the big hole in his chest was still bleeding.

.

Liu Ming retracted his arm with an expressionless expression, and spread the blood stains on it with a slight shock.

At this moment, a ball of black energy suddenly shot out from the head of the young man in green robe. In a flash, it was several feet away and was about to escape into the distance.

Liu Ming raised his eyebrows. It was not the first time that a monk in the liquid condensation stage could retain a trace of his soul after death. Naturally, he would not let him escape. With just a wave of his hand, the small red sword flew out.

, it is surrounded by black energy.

A shrill scream suddenly came from the black air, and then it shattered with a "bang" and turned into dots of black light that scattered in all directions.

Just when Liu Ming's face relaxed and he was about to take back the flying sword, a piece of blood as thin as a hair suddenly flew out of the black light. It just flashed and disappeared into his body.

The speed is so fast that it has no time to dodge!

Liu Ming was immediately startled, and immediately mobilized his mental power to search the body. Soon he saw a faint red line deep in the meridians of the body.

His heart sank, and he remembered some of the strange magical spells recorded in the Taiqing Sect's classics. Many of them were vicious spells based on his own blood and essence.

He remembered that there was a secret magic technique called the Septic Blood Sword, which burned one's own essence and blood into a blood sword. As long as it touched the enemy's body, it could immediately invade the opponent's vitality and essence, such as the tarsal bone.

Maggots slowly eat away at the opponent's vitality until death. This is a magic technique used by demonic monks to perish together with their enemies when they are about to die.

"Could it be that this blood streak is also a type of this type of spell?"

Liu Ming murmured in his heart, but after thinking about it carefully, it didn't feel like it.

Evil spells such as the Septic Blood Sword require a certain amount of energy and mana to be activated. When the wisp of spirit was snuffed out by the sword, there seemed to be no sign of using mana.

Then, he immediately cast a spell to get rid of the blood thread in his body, but no matter how much magic he mobilized, it had no effect at all. It was as if the blood thread didn't exist at all. It seemed that this technique was definitely some kind of special secret technique of Mo Xuan Sect.

"Forget it, let's wait until we get back to Fangshi and deal with it slowly." Liu Ming was helpless for a moment and could only temporarily stop casting spells with a frown on his face.

(Second update)


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