Bang.

With a loud bang, Ling Zhi's steps stopped, and the black shadow in front of him was slapped away by the enlarged blood-wailing sword, like a door panel.

boom.

It hit the ground heavily, sinking deep into the mud.

The black shadow was like iron, and the place where the surface was hit by a blood-crying sword was actually concave, as many as a few inches.

He lay quietly in the pothole, motionless.

However, looking at the gear in his hand that was exactly the same as the previous black shadow, Ling Zhi knew that if he had not adjusted the attack method of the Blood-Crying Sword in time and wanted to break the opponent's vital points with one sword, even if the Blood-Crying Sword could leave a wound on the opponent's body smoothly, he would have to be injured again as before.

These two black shadows are like immortal creatures, and are so weird that they are extremely strange.

But Ling Zhi could sense the breath of the soul from their bodies, and even more spiritual power was operated by the black shadow. If it was just a dead object, how could there be such a mystery?

He fell into deep thought.

However, just as he followed everything he found and wanted to calculate, Ling Zhi suddenly woke up.

No matter what this black shadow is, it must be a brand new attack method, which means they have encountered new enemies and new races.

This universe is so vast that no matter how weird there are, it is normal.

What Ling Zhi woke up now was not that he understood what these creatures were, but that he understood, no matter what these creatures were.

Since the opponent takes action first, it is the enemy. If you fight first, you will naturally understand.

So the blood-crying sword in his hand maintained the state of this big entry-level board and walked towards the black shadow below.

Bang.

From behind him, another black shadow appeared silently.

Ling Zhi subconsciously slapped the Blood-Crying Sword, and the black shadow collided with the Blood-Crying Sword. Ling Zhi's palm shook, and the Blood-Crying Sword was almost shocked and flew out of his hand.

The power of the black shadow in front of him suddenly increased a lot.

It made him unexpected.

"No matter what the hell are you, since you provoke me, it will not be that simple!" Ling Zhi gritted his teeth and became fierce. In this short period of time, due to an accident, he actually suffered several injuries in succession.

And he still hasn't even been able to see this black shadow thoroughly.

Ling Zhi was furious and terrible.

There is naturally another option for things that cannot be damaged by pure power.

The spirit-devouring fire in Lingzhi's body turned into flowing light and rushed up to the Blood-Crying Sword, making the already huge Blood-Crying Sword huge again.

Being caught by Ling Zhi in his hands was really like grabbing the door panel of an ordinary citizen.

The door panel is black and black, but there is a blood line that bursts out even stronger blood light under the light of the fire.

"call."

A heavy, unexpected gasp sounded from all around for the first time.

Ling Zhi frowned and his eyes quietly swept across the thirteenth grave in front of the left.

His eyes were filled with cold light, but his expression was not differentiated. He was still angrily slapped the black shadow under his feet.

The spirit-devouring fire was still on the way, and meteor-like flames dripped down.

These flames fell on the black shadow, and burst into sounds. After the shadow's body contacted the spirit-eating fire, it began to decay as if it had been corroded by strong acid.

In just a blink of an eye, the black shadow was melted, and a pungent smell was emitted from the melted things.

But it also made everyone sure that this black shadow is definitely not a human or a creature, but a unique artifact.

"puppet."

This word emerged from Ling Zhi's heart at the first time.

Someone controls the shadow and is worried about the shadow, so the shadow is naturally the person's thing.

It is similar to a human form, and can advance and retreat normally like a human, but it is not a flesh and blood body. This is not a puppet, what is it?

The blood-crying sword wrapped with the spirit-devouring fire, persistently burning the puppet, but Ling Zhi's mind gradually calmed down.

The wound on his left shoulder had stopped bleeding under the powerful force of his body, and his flesh and blood were slowly recovering, but it would not last long.

At this moment, Ling Zhi's perception reached unprecedented concentration.

His soul power quietly spread to the place he had sensed before, under the cover of the power of space.

And spreading toward the surroundings.

Sure enough, just as his soul power was about to reach the other party's position, a figure suddenly rose from a tomb and rushed towards the center.

But at the moment he rushed forward, Ling Zhi, who had already prepared, had already irrigated his soul power crazily.

Ling Zhi, who is in the middle stage of the third level of the Saint King, has much stronger soul power than ordinary warriors in the late stage of the Saint King.

At this moment, he was so desperate that he concentrated his soul power with a fierce force and slapped the back of an enemy who was about to escape.

This is almost the first time.

However, the precise route, just the right time, the wonderful grasp of the timing, and the extremely powerful power seemed to have been performed countless rehearsals in advance, making it so perfect that it is impossible to pick.

boom.

The figure that had just jumped up had no time to react, so he thrust his body and fell forward.

This place is still several miles away from the location of the tomb. This person appears here, obviously for defense and alert.

Now he was eager to leave, just to inform him, but he didn't expect that Ling Zhi had already seen through his position and had enough ability to keep him.

Ling Zhi stepped in the void and jumped towards the other party from the air.

While he was rushing there, he frowned. The soul power that had been pressed against the other party, which had not yet been retracted, suddenly stopped him from forcibly gathering.

Such powerful use of soul power made Ling Zhi let out a muffled groan, his face was a little pale, and a few drops of sweat appeared on his forehead.

This is a sign of soul power overdrawn.

The soul power that he forcibly condensed was pressed down and hit the man's brain, causing his mind to tilt, and his soul power was hit again, and he fainted directly.

Ling Zhi was not in good condition either. He almost struggled to get to the other side step by step.

He reached out and moved the other person's body over, pointed at the person's left cheek, and a black blood arrow flew out.

The blood arrow fell on the dry grass around it, just like the spirit-devouring fire falling on the other party's puppet, making the sound of strong acid eroding and melting objects. The scene was almost the same.
Chapter completed!