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Chapter 256
The reason why the young man next to Xiao Fenggu made a move was because he saw that Xu Ming, a sick dog in the water, was not a threat.

Just taking this opportunity to vent the dissatisfaction he had accumulated over the past few days, a purple color flashed across his hand and a purple software appeared in his hand immediately.

Xu Ming once noticed that the purple soft sword was originally wrapped around his waist. He thought it was just a belt, but unexpectedly it turned out to be a sharp magic weapon.

The breath in the young man's hand surged, leading the purple soft sword to stab Xu Ming's eyebrows like a spirit snake spit out a letter.

In an instant, heavy sword shadows were drawn out, but they were telling Xu Ming about his excellent cultivation in the way of swordsmanship.

"You meddling boy, die!!"

But what Xu Ming did in the face of this compelling sword energy was to slowly step back half a step, and immediately exerted strength from his waist and his solid arms to smash hard at the young master in front of him.

The ear-piercing sonic boom overwhelmed everything, and the fist of flesh and blood that was supposed to be completely destroyed under the purple soft sword hit the blade of the sword hard.

The powerful strength and vigor that penetrated everything flowed along the body of the purple soft sword into the young master's hand that held the hilt tightly.

The sharply trembling hilt tore open his tiger's mouth in an instant, and naturally he couldn't hold the soft purple sword anymore.

What's more, the strong force from the sword almost sent it flying backwards.

The purple soft sword that came out of his hand was held by Xu Mingyi before it landed.

He flicked the sword lightly with his fingers, and a long and thick sword sound suddenly came.

"The sword is good, but it's just following the wrong person"

Even if Xu Ming put the purple soft sword into the square inch ring, this scene made the young man see the three corpses jumping wildly, ignoring the bright red blood snake overflowing from his mouth and nose, struggling to go to the same place again Xu Ming shouted to be beaten and killed.

It's just that all of this was blocked by Xiao Fenggu beside him, and then he spoke.

"Young master, it's not this person's opponent, let me use my methods."

"Master, you must bring back that soft sword to me, and I will cut off one of its arms with my own hands."

Xu Ming naturally looked down on what this giant baby did.

Immediately, most of his mind was placed on the gloomy old man beside him. Although his cultivation base in the cave void stage was just a paper tiger, he was in the real Nascent Soul stage.

Now that I can't use half of my spiritual energy, it is really no different from losing my cultivation base.

It's just that what Xiao Fenggu did next surprised him a bit.

With a wave of his sleeve, a black shadow emerged from his square inch ring.

At the same time as the black shadow appeared, gusts of sinister wind suddenly picked up, and a foul smell rushed into Xu Ming's nostrils unhindered.

It's just that the thing in front of him is somewhat familiar to Xu Ming.

Immediately, the black-haired stiff that I encountered on the first floor of the Zhaixing Building sounded.

The rather burly black figure in front of him is probably also related to this black-haired zombie.

It's just that this thing between zombies and puppets made Xu Ming feel a trace of the unique aura of monks in the Nascent Soul stage.

And this aura does not belong to the gloomy old man beside him, it is obviously owned by the puppet himself.

Could it be that the predecessor of this black-haired jerk was a monk in the realm of a Nascent Soul.

This can't help but make Xu Ming a little surprised, because once the cultivation base reaches the Nascent Soul realm, it is naturally difficult for the soul to transform into a baby.

Once the Nascent Soul emerges from the heavenly spirit, the remaining physical body will naturally be irreversible.

Nascent Soul cultivators who can be left behind like this and can also be trained to become black-haired stiff are indeed very rare.

While Xu Ming was greatly surprised, the thing tentatively called Nascent Soul Black-haired Zombie had already quietly attacked him.

Unlike the black-haired jerk I encountered in the Zhaixing Building before, this thing's whole body is not stiff at all, and it can make agile muscle responses like ordinary humans.

What's more, with no breath, it can be said that it is impossible to guard against.

Rao Xu Ming's six senses are different from ordinary people, but he was still approached by this thing.

There was a whistling sound in his ear, Xu Ming dodged subconsciously but it was too late.

With a puff, flesh and blood splattered.

Nascent Soul's black-haired, rigid and sharp palms took away a large piece of flesh and blood from Xu Ming's shoulders.

A hideous wound that was deep enough to show bone suddenly appeared on his thin body, and the blood flowing through him wetted his clothes in the blink of an eye.

But Xu Ming still tried his best to distance himself from him very calmly, and immediately punched him.Under the infusion of domineering and tyrannical strength, he pushed him away from his body.

It's just that Xu Ming knew that his punch just now didn't seem to have caused any fatal damage to him.

When the domineering vigor hit him, he was swallowed up like a mud cow entering the sea.

It seemed that his slightly bulging robe just proved that Xu Ming's punch was not fake.

"This thing is different from the black hair zombie, it seems to be more inclined to puppets."

After just a moment of fighting, Xu Ming knew the reality of this thing.

The wound on his shoulder also began to heal slowly under the influence of his strong body, and the granulation sprouts that grew wildly on the wound made his scalp numb.

Xiao Fenggu saw this very special scene on Xu Ming at a glance, and immediately a thought came to his mind.

"This son's body is more suitable for refining puppets than my Nascent Soul puppet."

"Without the tempering of heaven, material and earth treasures, it is possible to have such a tyrannical physique. If it is refined into a puppet, it will be heaven-level at the very least."

Imagine being able to have a puppet who is only stronger than the heaven-level puppet, coupled with his own weird and unpredictable methods and Yuan Ying Futures' real cultivation.

I'm afraid I can have a good fight with the monks of the Nascent Soul Stage Dzogchen.

This is undoubtedly more enviable than any beast with water, fire, and golden eyes. After thinking about it, Xiao Fenggu naturally didn't intend to kill Xu Ming completely.

Capturing alive is undoubtedly the best way to refine puppets, so the thought of it is to slow down the attacking posture of Nascent Soul Hei Maozhi.

And the young master beside him obviously didn't know what kind of medicine Xiao Fenggu was selling in the gourd, but when he saw that the person who took his beloved saber had a moment of respite, he said angrily.

"Master, what do you mean by letting him breathe!"

Facing his apprentice's questioning tone, Xiao Fenggu's face involuntarily flashed a twitch.

The obvious murderous intent in the depths of his eyes flashed past, but it was well hidden by him, and he didn't show half of it.

"Now is not the best time to kill this bastard, this man's life may still be useful."

Thoughts flashed through Xiao Fenggu's mind, and he already had a plan to deal with the young master.

"Young master, don't be anxious. When I capture this man alive and deliver it to you personally, you will still be able to do whatever you want with him."

“That would be the best”

(End of this chapter)