She will die if she doesn't soar

Chapter 518

The puppet king rushed towards this side suddenly, and everyone quickly activated the formations, only to find that their formations had actually failed!

Feng Xiaoxiao curled her lips, "The puppet king is a high-ranking formation master, he probably has cracked all your formations."

I saw Feng Xiaoxiao, ignoring the formation on the ground, directly pulled out the painted halberd of the heavens, held it and started running wildly.

These two chair puppets are wood spirit root puppets, how could they catch up with Lei Linggen's Feng Xiaoxiao?

Feng Xiaoxiao was also not sure if the puppet king's soul-hunting technique would work on her.Therefore, he did not dare to let the puppet king get close.

Holding the Zhuxin Sword in one hand, and the Painting of the Heavens Halberd in the other.Feng Xiaoxiao took out the posture of pulling the erhu, and the blade of the Zhuxin Sword kept sawing back and forth on the incision of the painting halberd.

The "creaking" sound of the sharp blade piercing the wood made the Puppet King's heart bleed!

That was his natal magic weapon, if the natal magic weapon was damaged, the most injured would be his body!
When the time comes, his body will be unsealed and come out. What else can he do with a crooked body?
Could it be that he planned tens of thousands of years to get out of the seal, just to find the materials to repair himself?
If he had known that this guy would make such a bad move, he would have come here to snatch the painted halberd of the heavens!
While Feng Xiaoxiao attached Lei Lingli to her feet, she kept stabbing Fang Tian and drawing a halberd. She was a little troubled by this kind of carpentry work.

He lowered his head and took a look at his Xinzhu Sword, and wondered next time, should he change the Zhuxin Sword to be half a sharp blade and half a sawtooth wave?

There is no saw kerf here, so it is really inconvenient to stab things!
As if feeling the master's conscience-stricken thoughts, the Zhuxin Sword was trembling non-stop in Feng Xiaoxiao's hands.

The dissatisfaction was palpable.

Feng Xiaoxiao glared at Zhu Xinjian angrily, and said dissatisfiedly: "If you don't want to become barren, work quickly!
After a while, your master and my soul will be ingested, and your fate will not be better! "

If the natal magic weapon is damaged, the cultivator will not die but will be seriously injured. She doesn't believe that if the natal magic weapon dies, can the natal magic weapon be cured?

As a sword, Zhuxinjian has never been able to quarrel with the eloquent Feng Xiaoxiao, so it doesn't "buzz" at all.

It's just that the sword energy around it is obviously fierce.

Feng Xiaoxiao, the thunder spirit, was able to run ahead, and the puppet king, the high-ranking puppet, was chasing after him.

Almost all the cultivators behind were thrown away, leaving only a few high-ranking monks who could catch up behind them, and kept throwing talismans and spells at the puppet king to interfere with his actions.

Feng Xiaoxiao turned her head and glanced at the monks behind her, her expression became complicated for a moment.Continue to stab and run.

This blind running made her feel a little bored.So I was still in the mood to lower my head and chat with Zhu Xinjian in my hand: "Little bitch, where do you think the end point of this cultivator's marathon is?
I have been running with all my strength like a fool, not facing him head-on.I feel that I have completely lost the strength of the sword cultivator. "

Their sword cultivators started working with their swords in hand, and as a result, most of the messy enemies she encountered when she came back were unable to fight in close quarters.

Does she want to consider giving up Jing Ke in the future and using Angela instead to adjust her luck?
Zhu Xinjian completely ignored Feng Xiaoxiao, the nickname he had been calling out inexplicably ever since he got his natal magic weapon.

Although he didn't know what it meant, he always felt that it was not a good word.

Not to mention the master, the messy and nonsensical thoughts that pop up in his mind when he has nothing to do, and quietly make it a noble and glamorous artifact.

Feng Xiaoxiao looked down, and in his hand, only 1/3 of the wooden handle of the painted halberd was still attached.

I broke it hard with both hands, but it didn't move...

Sighing, he continued to stab with the Zhuxin Sword.

The puppet king behind him has been chasing after him, and he is getting more and more anxious.

Originally, he had already almost touched Feng Xiaoxiao in the range of his dementing soul, but this guy turned out to be Lei Lingen whose speed could rival Feng Linggen!

As soon as she started to run, the distance between the two of them became farther and farther.

Because the puppet king's talisman was damaged, he felt that his physical strength was gradually weakening, and his speed of catching up was getting slower and slower.

But that woman seemed to be running more and more smoothly, but her speed was getting faster and faster.If this goes on like this, he will definitely be finished!
The puppet king gritted his teeth, and simply used the little spiritual power left to cut through the void, and set another exit point at the place Feng Xiaoxiao was about to run to.

The puppet king took a step forward and disappeared in place in an instant.

This method may still work for ordinary powerful people, but Feng Xiaoxiao is a swordsman. Since the beginning of his practice, he has been thrown into the Hundred Thousand Mountains by his master to chop monsters every day.

A little cultivator who has just refined weapons, not to mention a high-level monster running out beside her, even if a slightly stronger jaguar runs out beside her, she will have to lose half of her life.

This kind of life tied to his belt every day has created Feng Xiaoxiao's extraordinary ability to perceive danger.

Just when she felt that something was wrong in front of her, Feng Xiaoxiao didn't even think about it, "Whoosh—" she stepped on her sword and ran towards the sky.

When the puppet king appeared from the void, Feng Xiaoxiao had already reached a height invisible to human eyes.

The puppet king who had just come out of the void, looked around but couldn't find Feng Xiaoxiao, with a bewildered expression on his face.

Didn't he just cut through the void and want to stop Feng Xiaoxiao quickly?As a result, he lost the person directly!
Spread out the powerful consciousness to perceive.

As soon as Feng Xiaoxiao guessed, he would use his spiritual sense to sense it, after all, the range of his spiritual sense is larger than the range of his soul-absorbing.

When Feng Xiaoxiao felt that someone was probing her body, she took the magic weapon like an embroidery needle she had prepared in her hand, and gently pricked it to the side.

The Puppet King let out a scream of "Aw", hugged his head in pain, and quickly withdrew his consciousness.

At the moment when it detected Feng Xiaoxiao, it felt as if its consciousness had been pricked by a needle, and the pain that was so deep in its bones was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people!

This vicious woman not only hurt his natal magic weapon, but also his body.It even started to hurt her soul!
He, the puppet king, swears to his heart demon that even if they die together, he will crush this damned woman to ashes!

Feng Xiaoxiao blinked in mid-air, and put away the embroidery needle with an innocent face.Pick up the Zhuxin Sword and continue pulling.

After seeing Feng Xiaoxiao's series of nasty tricks, the few cultivators who had caught up with him secretly made up their minds, absolutely not to provoke Feng Xiaoxiao!
Not only are there many strange things, but this method is too low-handed. Which cultivator can use a needle to pierce someone's consciousness?

The puppet king didn't dare to release his consciousness this time, but he also knew where Feng Xiaoxiao was.

With the spiritual power under his feet, he rose into the air and flew straight towards Feng Xiaoxiao.

Seeing him chasing him, Feng Xiaoxiao stopped stabbing, stepped on the Zhuxin Sword and ran away.

In the air, the speed of ordinary monks is impossible to catch up with the sharp cultivators whose cultivation base is about the same.

Feng Xiaoxiao Yujian ran forward and took out another dagger-like artifact from the space.

Continue to stab the heavens with a halberd.

Obviously, this dagger did little damage to Zhu Tianhua's halberd.

Feng Xiaoxiao guessed that the puppet king should have been promoted soon, otherwise the natal magic weapon could not be so strong.

Simply giving up the dagger, suddenly thought of something.She put the dagger back into the space and gave a pause.

Then he picked up the dagger and threw it back, completely treating the artifact dagger as Xiao Li's flying knife.

Although the dagger did little damage to the painted halberds of the heavens, the damage to the puppet of the second chair was indeed visible to the naked eye.

A deep knife mark immediately appeared on the puppet king's arm.

Feng Xiaoxiao was sure that his spiritual sense was right, there was a piece of white gelatinous scar removal cream on the knife mark.

Feng Xiaoxiao: ...

It seems that the puppet king's hard work on plastic surgery was wasted.

Seeing that he was damaged, the puppet king was furious and shouted at Feng Xiaoxiao: "Even if you hurt me, so what?
This puppet itself is not my real body, the big deal is that I just return to my real body with my soul!

Quickly return the painted halberd to me, and when I return to my real body, I will consider leaving you a whole corpse! "

It is said that "only women and villains are difficult to raise." This woman in front of me is too despicable and shameless!

Feng Xiaoxiao is a sword cultivator, so naturally he wasn't intimidated.

Hearing the puppet king's words, Feng Xiaoxiao was suddenly blessed. The bag of quicklime in his hand stopped in mid-air without throwing it out.

While Yu Jian was running, he asked doubtfully: "You said that after your puppet disappears, you will immediately return to your original body?"

The puppet king always felt that Feng Xiaoxiao, this sentence was a trick for him, and he didn't get along with her at all, "What's the matter with you? Give me back the painted halberd of the heavens! I will spare your life!"

"Hmph." Feng Xiaoxiao let out a soft hum from his nose, that voice was full of sarcasm.

This puppet just said to leave her the whole body, but now it turns into sparing her life, does she really think she is as stupid as him?

Feng Xiaoxiao kept a straight face and made a few gestures with his hands, but his tone could tell that he was very happy, "Oh, then go back to your hometown! I'll stab slowly outside!"

Say it early!
Since they won't go to other places and just return to his original body as a puppet, they don't have to be afraid of his random possession.

After she finished speaking, the gesture of destroying the puppet of the second chair was completed. With a "bang", the puppet of the second chair was torn apart with a surprised expression.

Feng Xiaoxiao could clearly feel the divine consciousness dissipating from his body, the divine stone of the puppet king had definitely disappeared from the two puppet chairs!

Feng Xiaoxiao explained to the chasing monks: "He said he would return to his original body, so we don't have to worry about him, we can't find anyone by just attaching to a cat or dog."

Hearing what she said, everyone felt a little relieved.He quickly began to restrain the puppet's broken limbs.To prevent being possessed by something inexplicable again.

Feng Xiaoxiao didn't pay attention to what these people were doing, sat on the ground after landing, leaned against the tree and continued slowly stabbing the heavens and painting halberds with the Zhuxin sword.

No one rushing to work, so happy!
In the pitch-black space, a pair of red pupils suddenly appeared.

"Pfft!" His soul was severely injured, and the puppet king who had returned to his original body spat out a mouthful of blood.

(End of this chapter)