"Young Master, be careful behind!" Song Ying'er couldn't help but exclaim.

The wind was rolling behind him, it was the scimitar that struck, Fang Ling gasped, and with a breath of fresh blood pressure that was about to swell to his throat, he quickly rolled to the ground, and as soon as he rolled away, the scimitar slashed past where he was standing, bringing up a piece of yellow sand.

Before Fang Ling could stand still, Geldai had already shot up with an arrow, and the scimitar was in his hands, turning into a ghost, and his sharp energy swept in.

Fang Ling knew that he couldn't dodge anymore, once he was in a state of dodging, as long as he was caught by such a master, he would die sooner or later, so he had to fight hard!

He secretly screamed, rushed forward with a knife, and the sound of knives collided, and the yellow sand around the two seemed to be sucked up, turning into a rotating pillar of sand, enveloping the two of them.

In the yellow sand, the sound of the impact of iron tools continued to be heard, the sand pillar was knocked apart, and then sucked up, and a stream of knife qi flew out from the pillar, cutting a criss-crossing ditch on the ground, and was buried by the wind-blown yellow sand in the blink of an eye.

"Boom-boom-"

The sound of explosion continued to sound, each stronger and heavier, and the sand pillar gradually spread from more than one zhang in diameter until it became three or four zhang in size, and the height rose twenty or thirty zhang high, like a saloon roll.

When the rumbling sound reached its limit, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, the saloon roll suddenly exploded, turning into a rain of sand, and a figure shot out of it.

As soon as she saw that it was Fang Ling who shot out backwards, Song Ying'er hurriedly flew over, but the speed of Fang Ling's shooting was extremely fast, and it hit a broken wall with a "boom", where could the remnant wall withstand such a force, and it was smashed to pieces.

When Song Ying'er arrived at her, Fang Ling had already struggled to stand up, the blood at the corner of his mouth couldn't stop flowing, dripping to the ground, and finally he couldn't suppress the internal injury, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Young Master!" Song Ying'er exclaimed with a disgraced face.

Fang Ling reluctantly squeezed out a few smiles, originally he wanted to find an opportunity to get close to Cyron when he attacked Geltei, but he didn't know that Gelthai's strength was far beyond expectations, but he was entangled and couldn't get out.

However, in such a fight, he discovered some secrets, so he whispered: "It's okay, I have found the weakness of the witch corpse!"

"Really, have you found the weakness of this monster?" Song Ying'er said with surprise and joy.

Fang Ling nodded and said, "Although his whole body is extremely stiff, his joints are very flexible, and I have also found that he has instinctive protection for the joints of his body during the battle. ”

"In other words, just cutting his joints can stop him from moving!" Song Ying'er said with great joy.

Fang Ling nodded, in order to get this information, the external injuries can not be mentioned, but after a lot of internal injuries, this witch corpse is simply a monster, even if he knows his weakness, it is not easy to attack the joints.

However, he could clearly see that the witch corpse was indeed controlled by the staff, and with each attack, Tylon would use the bull head staff to stand on the ground, and at the same time, a trace of green light would flash in the witch corpse's eyes.

It stands to reason that the relationship between the controller and the controlled is not only related to the magic weapon itself, but also related to the degree of mental concentration of the controller.