Shang Tianxiang's Hongyan sword, which was originally inserted on the hard ground in front of him, suddenly came out of its sheath, and then, accompanied by a dragon roar, let out a long howl, and said: Then, there is only one way, fight it.

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw her body suddenly shake, like an arrow off the string, stabbing towards the nearest black-clothed puppet.

Then, I saw a flash of white light in the twilight, like a falling meteor in the starry night, a swift, decisive, sharp, and vicious sword.

Everywhere the sword passed, there was even a bloody breath in the wind, but this bloody breath only stopped in the moment of lightning.

The rose-colored sword of red face pierced through the body of the black-clothed puppet like a bolt of lightning in the sky, and after the lightning was bound to fall.

However, what made her feel strange was that the black-clothed puppet who had been hit by the sword not only did not fall to his death, but still stood there upright, like a tombstone.

When Shang Tianxiang stabbed the black-clothed puppet, he didn't feel anything, as if he was stabbing at the air, it was a hollow feeling.

This feeling made her feel very strange, and the hand holding the sword was slightly stunned, but at the moment when Shang Tianxiang was stunned, the black-clothed puppet suddenly made a move.

I saw a flash of black light, Shang Tianxiang had five marks on his shoulder, his clothes were tattered, and he was drenched in blood, but there was no pain, only a slight numbness.

It was obvious that the weapon that had scratched her was coated with poison.

However, Shang Tianxiang didn't see what kind of weapon the black-clothed puppet used to hurt her, because the black-clothed puppet stopped after a successful blow, and his body was still wrapped in a wide black robe.

Such a strange person, such a strange weapon, such a strange move, Shang Tianxiang, who was originally just surprised and curious, couldn't help but be scared at the moment.

I am afraid that the only people who can have such skills are the souls from hell.

Shang Tianxiang propped up the ground with his sword, leaning his back against a big tree, only to feel that the world was spinning, and those surging tiredness began to overwhelm the world.

She looked at Lan Yutang, but her eyes were a little blurry, hazy and unclear, and her eyes began to flicker with a strange brilliance, a cruel, surprised and incredulous look.

She felt so tired that she wanted to lie down and get a good night's sleep, but she knew that as long as she fell asleep now, she might never wake up again.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lan Yutang rushed towards her, and then, suddenly, he made a move, stopping the five big points around her body to prevent the venom from swimming on her body.

Then, one turned around, and the immortal jade flute in his hand, which was as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose, swung out and turned into a long rainbow.

His blue robe fluttered in the twilight above the tomb, like the huge wings of a phoenix as it soared into the air.

The phoenix spread its wings and glided in a long arc in mid-air, and then, one left and one right, pointed at the two nearest black-clothed puppets.

There are no complicated movements and moves, only gorgeous light and shadow and body movements, just at that gentle wave of the hand, I can see two golden rays of light flickering in the twilight, like fireworks exploding in the night sky.

Although the life of fireworks is short, it is beautiful, so beautiful that it has disappeared before people even have time to savor it.

So, what about people?

After the fireworks, a slight smile will appear in the eyes of the people who enjoy the flowers, which were originally as cold as tombstones, as if they are still immersed in the splendor of the fireworks that bloomed just now.

However, it was only a matter of moments, and suddenly they would fall down, unconscious, without pain, and without even knowing what was going on.

When they fell, they even had a smile on their faces, and it was a relief, an indescribable laugh.

Then, as if he suddenly realized something, he suddenly put his hand on his throat and made a slight sound, as if he wanted to say something.

Unfortunately, they finally didn't say anything, and slowly closed their eyes, and on their throats, a golden scale was inserted.

Golden Phoenix Dart.

This is a beautiful and splendid weapon, just like the legendary peacock feather, dazzlingly beautiful and poignant, but before you have time to appreciate its brilliant brilliance, you have already gone to a completely different world, the underworld.

However, what made Lan Yutang feel strange was that when the two golden phoenix darts he sent out shot at the black-clothed puppets, they obviously looked like they had hit their throats, but in the end, they were as if they had shot into the air, empty and silent, and they actually passed through the throats of the two black-clothed puppets, leaving no traces.

The two black-clad puppets still stood there like tombstones.

What's going on?

Could it be that they are not only puppets, but also ghosts from hell, and the few bodies wrapped in black robes that appear in front of them at this moment are nothing more than illusions?

Could it be that the object of his attack just now is just two phantoms?

If this is really the case, then the person who is manipulating all this behind the scenes is definitely a god, and I am afraid that only gods have such means.

In the moment he was stunned, the two black-clothed puppets who had just been attacked by him suddenly shook, and Lan Yutang secretly screamed badly, knowing that they had begun to counterattack.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw two puppets with wide robes suddenly come back, like a dragon whirlwind rolled up out of thin air, and the sharp feeling of blowing his face was mixed with a fishy smell.

It was a weapon coated in poison.

Seeing that the wide sleeves of the two suddenly turned into weapons and rolled towards him, Lan Yutang hurriedly waved the immortal jade flute in his hand to counterattack, and then, the immortal jade flute rolled together with their sleeves, only to see clearly that the weapon with a fishy smell was the hands of the two of them.

To be precise, it was not a hand, but a claw, a claw as sharp and abrupt as a bird or beast, or rather, a claw like a skeleton, but a black skull claw.

If the guess is correct, it should be because the poisonous palm has been trained to the highest level, or rather, they have applied poison to their own skeleton claws.

What kind of puppets are these?

What exactly are their bodies made of in their wide black robes, and why are they not only unresponsive after being hit by the Golden Phoenix Dart, but can actually make such a crazy counterattack.

Lan Yutang suddenly exerted force, as if he wanted to tear off the wide robe they were covering with the immortal jade flute, but after exerting force, he found that the robes of the two black-clothed puppets slid gently along his immortal jade flute like flowing water, without a sound.

Then, taking advantage of the moment when Lan Yutang was in a daze, the four pairs of skull claws hidden in the sleeves of the two suddenly swung out and grabbed him like a cheetah pounced.

Lan Yutang turned over in mid-air to dodge, and then, the immortal jade flute suddenly made a move, turning the flute into a stick, trying to smash the skeleton claws of the two, but the skeleton claws of the two were as if they were made of steel, not only did they not dodge the fierce blow of his immortal jade flute, but they grabbed it head-on.

Lan Yutang was stunned, and the immortal jade flute was caught.