A black figure stood quietly in front of Xiao Zining.

The figure had its back to him, but Xiao Zining felt an inexplicable familiarity.

Suddenly, the man turned around.

Xiao Zining was stunned for a moment.

That person is actually himself?

The man in front of him was exactly the same in terms of his clothing, height, appearance, and the wounds on his body. It was like a mirror that completely reflected Xiao Zining.

The only difference is that there is no emotion or emotion in his eyes, just like a puppet.

And in his hand, he also held a sword that was exactly the same as the Blood Demon Sword.

But Xiao Zining always felt that the Blood Evil Sword in his hand was different from the Blood Evil Sword in his own hand, as if something was missing.

Don't think too much.

The figure of the puppet moved, erratic like a ghost, like a ghost.

Cold words were shouted from its mouth.

"Eighteen Heaven-breaking Slashes!"

boom--

For the first time, Xiao Zining stood on the opposite side and experienced the Eighteen Heaven-breaking Slashes.

He raised his sword and struck out with one blow.

Two identical sword lights collided and offset each other.

Xiao Zining moved his feet, and the bloody sword swept towards the puppet.

But the puppet was like a roundworm in his stomach. His attack routes, moves, and weaknesses were all clearly exposed.

The puppet turned sideways and easily dodged Xiao Zining's attack, and then slashed out with another sword.

"Bang bang bang——"

Xiao Zining's body was beating flexibly, and within a quarter of an hour, he and the puppet had already exchanged hundreds of moves.

The puppet and Xiao Zining both had many wounds on their bodies, but neither of them could do anything to the other.

The worst thing is that the puppet can't feel pain, it only knows how to attack, and keep attacking.

Before Xiao Zining could take a breath, the bloody sword light came to him again.

Xiao Zining retreated violently, but the next moment, the puppet's sword appeared behind him again.

Not only the Eighteen Heaven-shattering Slashes, but also the Ice Soul Palm, that puppet was even more slippery than Xiao Zining.

"Boom boom boom——"

Its spiritual power seems to be endless and inexhaustible.

One palm after another, the rhythm was controlled very well, and Xiao Zining was overwhelmed by the airtight attacks.

Each palm landed in the perfect position, blocking Xiao Zining's path and forcing Xiao Zining back.

This is not an option!

Xiao Zining raised his hand again to meet the puppet's palm.

With constant consumption, the spiritual power in his Qi Sea is constantly decreasing. If this continues, he will soon be defeated by his own hands.

And he didn't dare to slack off at all. Once his reaction was even slower, he would die under his own attack.

Xiao Zining's thoughts were running at high speed.

what to do?

Suddenly, the puppet struck again with the Eighteen Heaven-shattering Slashes and the Ice Soul Palm.

This time.

The puppet performed the third cut of the Eighteen Cuts of the Sky!

The surging spiritual power roared wantonly in the air, carrying a terrifying power that could destroy everything.

Xiao Zining's eyes darkened.

Sudden.

The space in front of him was unnoticeably distorted.

The next moment, his figure disappeared from the spot.

The puppet suddenly lost its target. He stood on the spot holding the Blood Demon Sword.

Just then.

Its left rear location.

The space rippled, and Xiao Zining's figure appeared.

Gather spiritual power into the Blood Demon Sword.

"boom--"

The puppet responded quickly, but it was still half a beat too slow.

One of its arms was cut with a long gash by Xiao Zining.

But there was no blood seeping out, just like scratching a piece of wood.

But soon, its eyes locked on Xiao Zining.

Xiao Zining panted slightly. He had spent a lot of mental energy just now using the Space Law to teleport, and now he felt waves of dizziness in his head.

But Xiao Zining had a faint smile on his face at this time.
Chapter completed!