Xiao Baiyu's body was collapsing!
The powerful swordsmanship was far beyond the limit of what his body could bear. A storm of sword light swept over, but Peng Daoren's puppet didn't seem to deliberately dodge. Instead, it confronted Xiao Baiyu head-on.
The silver sword light exploded, and one sword light after another rang out like shattering porcelain. However, the boundless sword light continued to encircle the puppet, and the protective spell that the puppet had cast up before this grew dimmer and dimmer as if it would collapse at any moment.
Xiao Baiyu's body was twisting like a towel that was about to be wrung dry. Blood seeped out of his pores and soaked his clothes. He looked as if he had fallen into a red dye vat. His skin and flesh gradually began to loosen, as if they were about to peel off from his bones. Cracking noises kept coming out of his body, which was the sound of bones breaking.
"Boy, how much longer can you hold on?"
Peng Daoren's complacent voice lingered in Xiao Baiyu's ears like a nightmare, continuously disintegrating Xiao Baiyu's will.
Xiao Baiyu dared not to refute, fearing that once he opened his mouth, he would spit out a mouthful of blood. He had to save his last breath. As his body continued to collapse, he could only try his best to maintain the condition of his internal organs. Only then might he have a chance to survive.
"He can't hold on for long. How long can your puppet last?"
Xiao Baiyu couldn't say a word. The butterfly fairy was also in a difficult situation, but she could still talk.
Although Daoist Gui's puppet was able to restrain the Divine Blood Needle in her hand, Daoist Gui's abilities were equally lacking compared to the two puppets. Butterfly Fairy indeed couldn't break the defensive magic of Daoist Gui's puppet, and Daoist Gui's puppet couldn't do anything to Butterfly Fairy, who was as elusive as a ghost.
Fortunately, there was Jiao Daoren, who had lost an arm. Although Jiao Daoren's puppet had lost a lot of its magic power after fighting against the Longhuai Ancestor and Lu Ping, and its strength was greatly reduced, after joining hands with Taoist Gui's puppet, the butterfly fairy was still forced to flee in all directions, not daring to fight the two head-on.
"How dare you!"
Peng Daoren suddenly roared. The butterfly fairy felt as if her head was suddenly hit by a sledgehammer. Her head instantly turned into paste, and she didn't know what was going on.
Suddenly, she felt a stabbing pain in her heart. She suddenly realized that she was in a life-or-death situation, and she had no idea what was going on.
It had only been a split second since the butterfly fairy was attacked by Peng Daoren's spiritual power and suddenly woke up. Jiao Daoren, who had lost an arm, had seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. The protective magic Butterfly fairy cast had been silently broken, and a long sword condensed from Profound Qi was already three feet away from her.
The Butterfly Fairy's expression changed drastically. At the moment of life and death, she suddenly closed her arms, and two snow-white long sleeves floated out, as if countless white butterflies had built a wall in front of her.
The sword momentum of Jiao Daoren's puppet did not change. The white butterfly wall was shattered in an instant, and the snow-white long sleeves were shredded into snowflakes, drifting in all directions. However, the butterfly fairy, who had been hiding behind the butterfly wall, was nowhere to be seen.
After dodging Jiao Daoren's determined sword strike, before the butterfly fairy could relax a little, a stabbing pain several times more painful than the previous one appeared in her heart again.
The butterfly fairy looked over in horror, only to see that the moment Jiao Daoren's puppet launched its attack, Taoist Gui's puppet had slapped away the needle with a single palm. The Burning Blood Needle, which had absorbed the essence left by Taoist Chan and had become much more powerful, had been reduced to a faint puff in the dense blood-red mist around it.
The butterfly fairy recalled the stabbing pain in her heart that woke her up after Peng Daoren's roar flashed across her mind. Presumably, the moment the needle protected its master, the Burning Blood Needle lost a lot of its spirituality, giving Taoist Gui's puppet a chance to take advantage of it.
Before Butterfly Fairy could recall the needles, Taoist Gui's puppet had already raised a tortoiseshell and charged at her with a rumbling sound.
The butterfly fairy's face paled. She knew that she would not be able to escape this time.
Even so, she still tried her best to activate her defensive magic, not daring to give up the slightest chance of survival.
Amidst the deafening rumble, the butterfly fairy felt as if she had been knocked away by a huge mountain. In a daze, she suddenly realized that she did not seem to have suffered the fatal injury she had imagined. At least, the injury was much lighter than she had imagined.
The butterfly fairy tried her best to pull herself together. Although her internal energy was not enough for the moment because of the heavy blow, she gradually regained control of her flung body. She struggled to raise her head and saw Longhuai Ancestor waving the Nine Leaves Spirit Tree to suppress Jiao Daoren's puppet, while on the other side, Taoist Gui's puppet collided with Xiang Laozu's true spirit, causing the earth to shake and the mountains to shake.
At the critical moment of life and death, it turned out that Longhuai Ancestor and Xiang Laozu had arrived, saving the butterfly fairy from a fatal injury.
By this time, the butterfly fairy had gathered the scattered internal energy in her body to counteract the tremendous force of the collision. She scanned her entire body with her divine consciousness and found that only her internal organs were slightly injured, which was not serious. At least, she still had seventy to eighty percent of her combat strength. She could not help but sigh in relief.
From a distance came Peng Daoren's exasperated roar. Obviously, the timely arrival of Longhuai Ancestor and the others had ruined Peng Daoren's attempt to kill the butterfly fairy and Xiao Baiyu.
Thinking of Xiao Baiyu, the butterfly fairy was shocked. She turned to look in the direction of the battle between Xiao Baiyu and Peng Daoren's puppet, only to see Xiao Baiyu floating in the void thousands of feet away, covered in blood. From a distance, his body was twisted like a ferocious ghost, and it was hard to tell whether he was dead or alive.
The butterfly fairy's heart skipped a beat. At this time, both sides were at the critical moment of life and death. Every bit of combat strength must be cherished. Although Xiao Baiyu's cultivation was not as good as hers, as a sword cultivator, Xiao Baiyu's strength was still extremely powerful. If Xiao Baiyu died, her side's chances of winning would undoubtedly be reduced.
A series of explosions like firecrackers rang out, and the butterfly fairy was shocked. Only then did she find that in the void behind Xiao Baiyu, a sword light bloomed like a lotus. In the haze, two figures entered and left the void in the sword light, chasing each other. And the figure being chased was like a headless fly, fleeing randomly. It was Peng Daoren's puppet.
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