"Go!"
As Liu Ming commanded, he flicked his sleeves at the same time, and a golden light blasted out. It extended and turned into a golden python of several ten meters long. In a flash, it entangled the puppet warrior that was entangled by the hair.
The golden armor rune soldier had already rushed to the puppet warrior at this moment, and it punched the head of the immobile puppet warrior.
The puppet warrior was caught off guard, and it was knocked to the ground.
Seeing this situation, the young man in green robe couldn't help but be shocked. He didn't expect Liu Ming's two demonic pets to be so strong. Judging from the spiritual power fluctuations, they actually have the strength of the Condensation Period later stage!
Liu Ming's previous behavior was clearly to deliberately lead his puppet to a distance.
"You dare to destroy my puppet, I will tear you into pieces!" The young man in green robe shouted fiercely. His body was shining in green light, and he immediately rushed forward with the other two puppets.
But Liu Ming had already appeared in front of the puppet entangled by the Demon Flying Skull and the yellow turban soldier in a blur. The flying sword in his hand flashed, stabbing at a golden rune mark on the puppet's left chest like lightning.
For the structure of the puppet, Liu Ming also had a lot of research. He knew that as long as the place where the core supplied spiritual power was destroyed, no matter how strong the puppet was, it would immediately become a dead thing. Through his previous observation, he had naturally found the core.
"Chi"!
The crimson flying sword pierced deeply into the mark on the chest of the puppet warrior at lightning speed. The tall body of the puppet warrior suddenly flashed with golden light, and there was a clicking sound inside.
A hint of joy flashed in Liu Ming's eyes, but then it changed slightly.
The internal mechanism and spiritual power flow of this puppet did not stop completely. The golden head was still emitting golden light, but the aura was obviously weaker than before.
"It turns out that this puppet warrior actually has two cores. No wonder it is so agile." As Liu Ming's thoughts turned sharply, he made a sword gesture, and the crimson flying sword shot out again. After a circle, it pierced into the puppet's forehead.
"Peng" a sound was heard.
The golden-armored puppet finally came to an abrupt halt, and the crimson light in its eyes dimmed as it crashed heavily to the ground.
From the moment Liu Ming released his magical pet to trap the enemy to the moment he destroyed a golden-armored puppet, only a few breaths had passed.
Until the golden armor puppet fell to the ground, the young man in green robe brought the other two puppets to the front again. However, when he glanced at the puppet that collapsed on the ground like a dead thing and the other puppet that was still fighting with Bone Scorpion, he immediately paused. His face was livid, and he looked at Liu Ming with strong killing intent.
Liu Ming smiled lightly, waved his hand, and launched a symbol. The Golden Fallen Sand that entangled the puppet suddenly collapsed. After a circle, it turned into a golden light and fell into his hand.
"Do you think that I can't do anything to you just because you can't use the Four Symbols Formation?" The green-robed youth sneered.
Liu Ming smiled and said nothing about this, but he quietly instructed the Demon Flying Skull and the Yellow Turban Strongman through Divine Thought.
"Swoosh swoosh", two air-piercing sounds came.
Demon Flying Skull and the Yellow Turban Strongman suddenly blasted out, pouncing on the two puppet soldiers behind the young man in green robe.
At the same time, Liu Ming made a sword gesture, and a crimson sword light flashed in front of him, slashing at the young man in green robe.
"Courting death!"
The young man in green robe shouted fiercely. His hands flashed in black light, and a pair of pitch-black gloves appeared. He punched at the sword light in front of him.
"Boom", the crimson flying sword was knocked back by the punch, and the young man in green robe couldn't help but take two steps back under the huge counterforce.
Just when the young man in green robe stabilized his figure and wanted to punch out again, a sneer suddenly came into his ears. The young man only felt a blur in front of him, then a black shadow had slammed heavily on his chest.
"Bang", the young man in green robe was caught off guard. His protective aura was shattered in an instant, then there was a burning pain in his chest. He was knocked into the air for more than a hundred meters away, then he fell heavily on the ground like a broken sack.
"Wa", the young man in green robe spat out a big mouthful of blood. His chest was even sunken, and he felt a heart-wrenching pain even when he breathed.
"This is impossible …" The young man in green robe turned over and stood up. There was a trace of disbelief in his eyes.
He was a genius inner disciple that was admired by thousands of people in the Demon Mystic Sect, and there was a big backer behind him. He could be said to be powerful in the Sect. He had never been so embarrassed before.
Not far away, one of the four puppet soldiers that he relied on the most had been damaged, and the other three were entangled by the opponent's spiritual pet. They couldn't break free for a while, let alone come and protect him.
The young man in green robe endured the pain in his chest and struggled to stand up with a groan. A black shadow flashed in front of him, and a figure appeared in front of him. It was Liu Ming.
Seeing this, the young man in green robe finally showed a trace of fear in his eyes, but he suddenly opened his mouth, and a black light blasted out. There was no sign in advance, but it was a black needle that was a few inches long.
Liu Ming didn't retreat, but his figure suddenly moved forward. At the same time, his head turned blurred, and the black needle phantasm flashed past. He flicked his sleeves, and golden light spots rolled out. They instantly condensed into a golden light blade, stabbing forward silently.
At such a close distance, the young man in green robe couldn't dodge at all. It was too late for him to use other spiritual weapons to defend himself. He could only desperately dodge to the side to avoid the vital parts.
As a result, with a flash of golden light, the young man in green robe's protective aura was broken. One of his arms was chopped off, and it instantly burst into a blood mist.
"Ah!"
The young man in green robe screamed.
However, he was also a person with a firm mind. He gritted his teeth, and his figure suddenly retreated a few ten meters away. He quickly took out a talisman and stuck it on the broken arm to stop the bleeding on the shoulder. After that, he waved one hand. A black light flashed, and a fan with more black than white appeared in his hand. It was the superb spiritual weapon, Soul Destruction Fan, that he bought at the auction.
Liu Ming raised his brows slightly. If he remembered correctly, this fan should have as many as thirty enchantments. Under the desperate activation of the young man, its power shouldn't be underestimated.
However, the auction had only lasted for two to three months. Since this young man had already sacrificial refined this set of puppets, and he didn't cast this fan at the first time, he should not have completed the sacrificial refining of Soul Destruction Fan. In this case, I don't have to worry too much.
While he was thinking, the young man in green robe had already poured all his spiritual power into the Soul Destruction Fan with a ferocious expression. He seemed to feel that it was not enough, so he spat a mouthful of blood essence on the fan.
Soul Destruction Fan suddenly burst into a burst of black and white light, then it fanned at Liu Ming fiercely.
A purple mist surged out of the fan. As it condensed, it turned into a purple skeleton in an instant. It opened its mouth and swallowed Liu Ming.
Liu Ming suddenly felt a soul-stirring feeling fill the surrounding space. His ears vaguely felt a piercing pain, as if they were being pricked by needles. His mind was immediately shaken.
Liu Ming was slightly shocked. He suddenly turned his hand and took out a small silver lock. At the same time, he made a gesture with his other hand.
With a flash of the small silver lock, his eyes suddenly emitted a bright silver light. A huge mental power that seemed to be substantial gushed out and went against the purple skeleton that was just about to arrive.
"Boom"!
The purple skeleton suddenly collapsed with a grimace. It once again turned into a rolling purple mist and slowly dissipated in the air.
In the mist, a green figure just twisted, and it flashed out like a ghost. The next moment, it was already thirty meters away from the young man in green robe.
"No! I can't lose to a nobody like you! " The young man in green robe's face was already as pale as paper at this moment. Seeing this situation, he roared desperately. He fanned the Soul Destruction Fan in his hand crazily, and countless black wind blades swept out. He wanted to fight desperately.
Liu Ming's eyes were cold. A black gas flashed on his body. His whole body was like a snake, twisting and moving unbelievably. He actually passed through the wind blades in an instant.
At the next moment, the young man in green robe felt a black strong wind whistling past him, then he felt a chill in his chest. He looked back subconsciously, but he saw a man in a green robe behind him. He was holding a palm surrounded by black gas, and a bloody heart was still beating slowly on the palm.
Seeing this scene, the expression on the young man in green robe's face instantly froze. His eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.
"Pa"!
As he clenched his palm, the heart was crushed, and a cluster of blood burst out.
The young man in green robe opened his mouth, and he made a few inaudible hoarse sounds in his throat, then his body fell to the ground softly. His eyes were completely devoid of luster, and only the big hole in his chest was still bleeding.
Liu Ming retracted his arm blankly, and he shook off the blood on it slightly.
At this moment, a cloud of black gas blasted out from the head of the young man in green robe. In a flash, it was several ten meters away. It was about to escape into the distance.
Liu Ming raised his brows. It was not the first time that the Condensation Period cultivator could still retain a trace of soul essence after death, so he naturally wouldn't let it escape. With just a wave of his hand, the crimson sword had already flown out and circled around the black gas.
A shrill scream suddenly came from within the black gas, and then it shattered into specks of black light that scattered in all directions.
Just when Liu Ming was about to withdraw the flying sword with a relaxed expression, a blood light as thin as a hair suddenly flew out from the black light. With just a flash, it went into his body.
The speed was so fast that he had no time to dodge at all!
Liu Ming was shocked suddenly. He immediately channeled his mental power to search his body. Soon, he saw a faint red line deep in the meridians of his body.
His heart sank. He remembered some strange demonic techniques recorded in the classics of Taiqing Gate. Many of them were vicious techniques that were launched with one's own blood essence.
He remembered that there was a kind of demonic mystic art called Septic Sword. It was to burn one's own blood essence to turn into a blood sword. As long as it touched the enemy's body, it could immediately invade the enemy's vitality and soul. It would slowly nibble away the enemy's vitality like maggots until death. It was an evil technique that the demonic cultivator used to perish together with the enemy before death.
"Could it be that this blood is also a kind of spell?"
Liu Ming muttered in his mind, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was not like it.
Evil techniques like Septic Sword required a certain amount of essence and spiritual power to launch. When the soul essence was destroyed by the sword light just now, there seemed to be no sign of using spiritual power.
Then, he immediately cast a spell to expel the blood in his body, but no matter how he mobilized his spiritual power, there was no effect at all. This blood seemed to not exist at all. It seems that this technique is definitely a special mystic art of the Demon Mystic Sect.
"Forget it, let's wait until I return to the market, then I will deal with it slowly." Liu Ming couldn't do it for a while, so he could only frown and temporarily stop casting.
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