Zhuo Jing's calm and peaceful voice came, and the shield in his hand could always resolve the attack of the silver-armored puppet at the most critical and clever moments.

Li Hongfei and other foundation-building cultivators gradually moved closer and surrounded the high-level puppets.

Dingding bang bang...

Under the attacks of the three elites and seven or eight other foundation-building cultivators, the silver-armored guards were faintly suppressed.

"Although it is a high-level puppet, it is a dead thing after all..."

Yang Fan couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

The puppet without wisdom was beaten to the point of being powerless under the joint forces of many powerful elites.

"Don't worry, the power of this puppet comes from its core spirit stone, we will use it little by little..."

Zhuo Jing said calmly.

Sure enough, after half an hour of fighting, the power of the silver-armored puppet gradually weakened.

At some point, with a "thump", the silver-armored puppet fell to the ground weakly, obviously losing the support of its strength.

Huh ~

The monks finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the silver-armored guards with a combat power comparable to that of high-level ones were barely destroyed by them.

But the next moment, the eyes of several monks on the field fell on the silver-armored puppet.

At this moment, there was no breath on it, it was a dead object.

"This is a high-level puppet that has not recognized the master!!!"

The monks couldn't help but feel heartbroken, and even Zhuo Jing, who had always been calm and calm, had a hint of heartbeat in his eyes.

How precious is a high-level puppet without anyone recognizing his master?

call out!

Li Hongfei flashed and relied on his speed to rush towards the silver-armored puppet in the center.

"Don't think about it!"

Chu Yunhan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and the three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand swung out a majestic and powerful demonic energy, which was as powerful as opening mountains and opening up land.

With such an attack, even if two iron armored puppets blocked in front of them, they would have to end up shattering.

Li Hongfei's face changed, and the crystal short sword in his hand slashed his backhand, and a blue sword blade exploded in an instant, colliding with Chu Yunhan's attack.

boom--

Under this huge power collision, a powerful shock wave burst out, pushing everyone on the field several feet away.

How terrible the two rookies' full-strength fights are. The power of explosion produced is enough to annihilate all monks below the higher level.

However, there is still one exception.

That is another one of the three rookies - Zhuo Jing,

His body shook slightly, and then flew straight towards the iron-armored puppet.

"What?!"

The monks were shocked.

How did he do it?

Zhuo Jing's extraordinary face showed a smile of the winner.

But at this moment, a rapid sound of breaking through the air came from a hundred feet above the sky.

clang!

A flawless and stunning silver sword light seemed to pass by the distant time and space.

Its target is a silver armored golem.

Zhuo Jing's smile froze, and he felt like he was locked by a supreme sword intent carrying the great power of heaven and earth, and his breathing was suffocated.

"It's you-"

Zhuo Jing showed a hint of surprise and guessed the identity of the man without looking back.

A hundred feet above the sky, the man in white clothes, drew out the stunning sword, and from top to bottom, interoperating with the right and right of the heaven, time and place.

"Unparalleled!"

Yang Fan and others exclaimed and immediately recognized the identity of the man in white.

call out--

It was a quick time to say that Wushuang's sword was filled with the supreme sword spirit, carrying the power of the boundless heaven and earth around him, and approaching the ground in the blink of an eye.

Not only targeting Zhuo Jing, but also covering all the monks below.

This is definitely a long-planned sword. Even if the Golden Pill is at this level, you should be respectful to three points.

Yang Fan sighed lightly, flashed rapidly, and retreated several feet away.

Whoosh swish swish swish!

The monks retreated one after another, and a trace of coldness flashed in Zhuo Jing's eyes, but he did not dare to fight against this sword, and followed everyone back quickly.

Swish-

A silver-white and shining sword light almost took away the glory of the entire Jiuyou Hall.

Bang!

A shocking sword hit the floor, and the sharp and powerful sword energy swept across more than ten feet in a radius.

Click!

The silver-armored puppet that lost the support of the spirit stone was also split into pieces under this blow, and then turned into a piece of metal fragments.

For a moment, the aftermath of the explosion shocked the entire Jiuyou Square.

In a moment, the monks suddenly realized it, looked at the metal fragments on the ground, and couldn't help but feel regretful.

"It's you again..."

Zhuo Jing stared at Wushuang, and a trace of coldness and anger flashed in his eyes.

It seems that these two people have had a fight.
Chapter completed!