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Looking at Duanmu Yeyu's flying blood.

Zang Tiange's body swayed, and there were only two words in his mind.

That is - "It's over"!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

In the sky, Duanmu Yeyu was still screaming.

He was disheveled and covered in blood.

Even the strong Wu Zun, even the head of the King's Gate, couldn't bear such pain.

Not only physical pain, but also a spiritual blow.

Even the arms and shoulders were cut off.

He has become half a useless person.

However, the killing intent that urged him to die did not disappear because of Duanmu Yeyu's screams.

With a sound of swiping, Wang Xiaojian's body wearing the scorching blade armor appeared in front of Duanmu Yeyu in an instant.

His eyes were cold.

When Duanmu Yeyu was sweating profusely, with a horrified expression on his face.

The true energy in Wang Xiaojian's body was stimulated, and the Judgment Faith Sword wrapped in a crimson light, slashed fiercely towards the top of Duanmu Yeyu's head!

This sword carried the will to kill, and it wanted to cut Duanmu Yeyu into two parts with one sword.

Duanmu Yeyu was terrified, the fear of death made his potential explode.

He urged the strongest body technique he had practiced.

Inside the body, there was a sound of sharp swords whistling.

Then, his body pierced through the air like a flying sword.

In the next moment, Wang Xiaojian judged the Faith Sword and cut the space into pieces.

The blood-colored sword energy fell on the broken mountain.

In the roaring sound, Ling Dashan turned into powder.

Duanmu Yeyu panicked.

Relying on the king's non-transmission technique, he has been flying a thousand meters away.

He sealed the bleeding wound with true energy.

Then he turned his head weakly and looked at where Wang Xiaojian was.

Not only did he see Wang Xiaojian holding the Judgment Faith Sword in his hand, with a cold expression on his face.

Still beside Wang Xiaojian, I saw a figure exactly like Wang Xiaojian.

Duanmu Yeyu, who was still in shock, didn't know what it was at all, and said to Wang Xiaojian: "Wang Xiaojian, what, what is this?!"

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

This is the problem of Duanmu Yeyu, and it is also the problem of many strong kings.

Even the Demon Puppet Sect, many Martial Venerables of Hundred Flowers Sect, as well as the experience of Wu Zong, did not understand what happened in front of them.

Mingming Wang Xiaojian's neck had already been severed by Duanmu Yeyu's sword.

However, his figure appeared out of thin air again.

With a figure exactly like him, he chopped off Duanmu Yeyu's shoulders and arms.

In the end, he stood in the sky intact.

And Wang Zhaojun, Daji, Diaochan, Da Qiao, Xiao Qiao, Gongsunli, and Daji, all of them were full of excitement on their beautiful and unique faces.

They knew earlier that Wang Xiaojian was not dead.

But at this moment, he was delighted to see Wang Xiaojian regain the initiative.

Wang Xiaojian held the Judgment Faith Sword in his hand, and the cloak fluttered slowly behind his back, which was very cool.

The corner of his mouth raised a mocking arc, and he said to Duanmu Yeyu, "Duanmu Yeyu, are you scared to death? You don't know whether I am a human or a ghost."

"As for this."

Wang Xiaojian paused, glanced at the puppet clone, and then said: "You haven't even seen the puppet clone, have you?!"

"Puppet clone?"

Because of the serious injury, Duanmu Yeyu's face was very pale.

Hearing Wang Xiaojian's words, he swept his consciousness on the figure that was exactly the same as Wang Xiaojian.

He scanned it carefully with his divine sense, only to realize that it was indeed a puppet.

It only has energy fluctuations on its body, and does not have aura that belongs to humans.

Immediately, Duanmu Yeyu thought of something again, his face changed, and he said to Wang Xiaojian: "Wang Xiaojian, if you say that, the person killed by me just now is only your puppet. Is that so?"

Wang Xiaojian smiled and said: "Duanmu Yeyu, you are not stupid. You finally realized it."

"However, you are also despicable and shameless. You used such a method to plot against me. Tell me, how many pieces should I chop you into?"

Wang Xiaojian's mocking voice made Duanmu Yeyu's already ugly face even more ugly.

He glanced at the shoulders that hadn't fallen in half, and the arms that had fallen without a trace.His heart is even more painful.

Duanmu Yeyu forcibly held back the pain in her heart and shoulders.

Then, using his true energy to control, he quickly took out the king's door's unique healing elixir from the storage ring, and quickly swallowed it into his mouth.

The elixir enters the throat, and the medicinal power spreads in the body.

Duanmu Yeyu's shoulders scabbed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and quickly recovered.