Zhang Zheng stepped on the head of the walking puppet and kept jumping and dodging. As long as he stopped, he would be caught by the walking puppet and dragged into the many walking puppets.

"Click—"

The sharp dagger cut off the head of a walking puppet again.

Seeing that more and more flying puppets were surrounding Nantian Shou, Zhang Zheng's eyes couldn't help but fluctuate. In this situation, even if she wanted to save him, she was powerless.

"Ga"

A shrill cry suddenly came from his ears, and Zhang Zheng kicked away the hand of the puppet and glanced up.

It's actually Nan Yulin!

Her magic weapon is a curved bow tied with silver-white silk thread, but there is no arrow. The bow string is like a sharp blade. It seems to easily wipe the neck of the flying puppet, and it is a deep sunken crack.

Even if the magic weapon is powerful, it is hard to match four hands with two fists, and more and more flying puppets surrounded. Even she is almost trapped in the siege of flying puppets, and it is difficult to escape, let alone save Nantian Shou.

Pulling out the dagger that pierced into the head of the puppet, Zhang Zheng suddenly closed his eyes and opened it again, and bent his knees slightly turned into flowing light and jumped into the air.

The dazzling golden light flashed across the blade of the dagger, drawing a perfect arc. A flying puppet's body fell down with the screams of the flying puppet.

Nan Yulin's movement of waving the magic weapon without pausing, but his always cold expression suddenly became stagnant.

Zhang Zheng didn't notice this, and he slashed the biting bird's beak with his backhand. The hard dagger collided with the same hard bird's beak, exploding the electric spark.

The bird beak attack did not stop at all, and she grabbed the dagger and retreated quickly. At this time, her mind was unprecedentedly nervous and focused. She must not be surrounded by flying puppets, otherwise she would really lose her life because of saving people!

"The Light Spirit Art" is working to the extreme, avoiding the attacking flying puppet, holding the dagger tightly, stabbing at a flying puppet surrounding Nanda Shou.

Another scream, the flying puppet's head was pierced, but it was not killed. The feather wings were like blades, slashing at Zhang Zheng. His cheeks were painful, blood splattered, and bright red arcs were drawn. Zhang Zheng raised his foot and kicked the flying puppet's head, and quickly retreated with the recoil force.

The flying puppet was already angry with Zhang Zheng and rushed towards Zhang Zheng with a sharp sound.

Nan Yulin shouted loudly, "Punch its chest!"

Zhang Zheng knew it, stopped suddenly, lay back, and the flying puppet couldn't brake, rushed over her head, and her chest was exposed.

The golden light at the tip of the knife was solid, and the sharp meaning was fully revealed. It pierced into the chest of the flying puppet and teared out a large knife edge.

The flying puppet was completely dead, fell to the ground, shattering under the feet of the walking puppet.

The crisis was temporarily lifted, Zhang Zheng held the dagger tightly, gasped and his chest was swelling rapidly.

Her hand holding the dagger now has numbness caused by huge force tremors. These flying puppets are not only extremely fast, but are almost as powerful as her running the "Light Spirit Art" at full speed. Their power is surprisingly strong, and their body is hard. Even the top-grade daggers of the fifth-level level must be blessed with golden spiritual power to pierce.

This strength can be said to be comparable to the late stage of the Golden Pill.

A sense of crisis suddenly came, Zhang Zheng's eyes suddenly shrank, and he turned over and waved his knife. The dagger cut off the sharp claws of one flying puppet, but the sharp beak of the other flying puppet was approaching, and it was infinitely enlarged in the dark pupils.

"Bang--"

Zhang Zheng raised his hand to block the sharp beak, his arm was sharp and painful. At the same time, the flying puppet flew backwards, hitting the tower wall, and smashing a big pit.

The flying white silk looks like agile dragon and snake dancing, or like a circling old tree branches, stalking the body of the flying puppet, crushing it, and the stones are scattered.

Bai Ling flew back to Ji Qingyun's hand, she smiled and reminded: "Fellow Daoist Zhang, be careful."

The situation was critical, so Zhang Zheng could only say "thank you" in a hurry, and then continued to wave his sword to kill the puppet.

The sky was filled with flying puppets, white silk, silver bows, daggers, and magic weapons, and the light of the dense flying puppets flashed and appeared faintly.

Their attack attracted the attention of most of the flying puppets. Nanda Samui finally got a chance to breathe, found a gap to escape from the encirclement and fled back to the ground. He had no complete piece of flesh on his body, and his whole body was covered in blood.

Seeing this, Zhang Zheng and the other two repelled the flying puppets in front of them and fled to the ground. They had already killed ten flying puppets, and they were only about to leave the puppets.

Zhang Zheng shook his numb arm, and the tiger's mouth had already been broken by the shock, and blood flowed. Even though the vitality was quickly repaired, it cracked again at the moment of repair.

Fortunately, it is not difficult to kill the puppet, it is just a little troublesome.

One hour later, Ji Qingyun was the first to be taken away by the light of the formation. Then, Zhang Zheng and Nan Yulin also ushered in the light of the guide.

There was still a flash of white light, and the next tower was already in front of me.

Zhang Zheng was a little disappointed. The second tower was much more cruel than the first tower, and there was no treasure.

There were already three people in the tower, all of whom were the Mengshushan team who took the lead in the tower without tools. One was Mengshushan, and the other two were a man and a woman.

The six people looked at each other, Meng Shushan grinned cheerfully and said first: "Three fellow Taoists, we have met again."

Nan Yulin ignored him and did not move any action. Zhang Zheng only curled his lips and smiled back.

Ji Qingyun's expression was blank for a moment, then she stepped forward and bowed and smiled, "Fellow Daoist Meng, I'm really lucky. I wonder why several fellow Daoist are still here?"

Meng Shushan's eyes became two-dimmed, and he sighed leisurely, and asked back: "A few fellow Taoists killed puppets in the previous level?"

Ji Qingyun nodded, "That's true."

"Fellow Daoist probably doesn't know that the previous level is limited to people, but in fact, if the number of people has not reached so many people, this level will not be closed."

Needless to say, Zhang Zheng and his men's expressions changed drastically, and their eyes trembled violently.

If this level is not closed, it means that those who have not passed the level will always be trapped in the previous level, and the puppet's attack will not stop. Either the number of people who have passed the level, or everyone will be exhausted and killed in the controller tower.

Nan Yulin suddenly asked, "How do you know?"

Meng Shushan wiped the storage bag with one hand and took out a gray soul card. "I haven't deceived several fellow Taoists. This is the soul card of the next junior brother. He has died in the previous level. There are six people, and all the soul cards are extinguished."

The atmosphere suddenly stagnated, and the dull and depressing clouds enveloped the entire space and pressed everyone's heart heavily.

After a while, Ji Qingyun spoke suddenly and broke the silence.

"It has reached this point and can't return, and can only continue to move forward."

She was right, maybe ruthless, but it was true.

Zhang Zheng calmed down and looked up at the small characters on the top of the tower.

Rules of the Tower of the Weapon - "Two-two competitions, draw weapons for learning, those who are familiar with the usage of weapons will win, and those who win will enter the next tower."

I asked for a two-way competition, no wonder Meng Shushan and the other two were waiting here. But this competition is too ridiculous. With the comprehension ability of cultivators, isn’t it easy to be familiar with the use of weapons?

Seeing that they had read the rules of the weapon tower, Meng Shushan smiled helplessly and said, "I believe that some fellow Taoists also know why we are still here. How about we compete with each other?"

Zhang Zheng turned his head and met Ji Qingyun's inquiring gaze and nodded.

Ji Qingyun then said: "Of course, it's okay, but how to decide the candidate for this battle?"

"Why do we decide according to the position we are currently standing? We will be considered opponents compared to the two."
Chapter completed!