Even if it was his own puppet, Qiu Cunmo would show no mercy when killing him.

The raised sword slashed towards the puppet's head with a roar.

——It’s always uncomfortable to see another one of you being depressed!

Kill first and then talk!

It’s just that killing yourself is always a little uncomfortable!

Just when the God-Zhancing Sword was about to cut under the puppet's neck, an invisible resistance broke out instantly and blocked the God-Zhancing Sword.

"Buzz!"

The blade trembled and whirled back to Qiu Cunmo's hand.

"impossible!"

The trembling of the Zhanshen Sword spread to her fingertips, and she looked at the expressionless puppet in disbelief.

"She, she actually has... mental power!?"

how can that be possible?!

A puppet can actually have spiritual power??

How can something like mental power be copied?!

The puppet seemed to sense her surprise, tilting its head slightly, and the corners of its mouth seemed to be raised, showing a somewhat sarcastic expression.

"ah……"

Wei Wutong yelled and fell in front of her in a panic, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Where did this guy come from? He actually knows all my secret skills!"

He was chased by his own puppet and had no choice but to retreat. He suffered losses from his boss and almost died.

I glanced at the silent Qiu Cunmo, and instantly understood something.

"Isn't it right? You, your puppet, also have all your trump cards?"

"..."

Qiu Cunmo gave him a helpless look.

"Haha, what the hell, open the door for the hell, what the hell..." Wei Wutong's smile was uglier than crying.

Their puppets not only copied their appearance, but also copied their cultivation. He was even worse. They even copied their weapons. How could they fight??

The puppets didn't know what was going on, they all stood still, looking at them eagerly.

Wei Wutong took the opportunity to get up, panting: "Let me tell you, little ancestor, you are from Xuanyun Peak after all. Can you call some rescuers to save your life?"

Qiu Cunmo thought for a moment and his eyes darkened: "Can your wing spirit be sent out?"

"Ah? Isn't it?" Wei Wutong's face instantly turned green and he tried to activate his wing spirit.

What's weird is that the Winged Spirit seems to have lost contact and can't be found.

"It's over, this is a ghost again, the wing spirit doesn't work anymore!"

"You are a second-class Red Pill, and your wing spirit is no longer working. With a first-class Red Pill like me, do you think there is still hope?"

"...What should we do now?" Wei Wutong panicked, but he did not dare to move without authorization.

Now the two puppets are in a stalemate with them.

He was afraid that if he moved erratically, he would break the balance and cause the two puppets to attack them again.

If his own puppet attacks him, he might still be able to survive. If Qiu Cunmo's puppet attacks him, he will probably be dead.

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, a figure ran from a distance.

"Help, help, help..."

Qiu Cunmo and Wei Wutong turned to look at the same time.

In the ice and snow, two figures are running towards this side.

The one who fled in embarrassment in front was none other than Meng Dongliu.

He seemed to be only focused on escaping, and didn't notice anything wrong with the four people here. He yelled at the Qiu Cunmo puppet closest to him.

"Quick, help me, Yasha, I'm going to die, hurry up..."

I don't know if he was stimulated by him or if he understood, Qiu Cunmo's puppet really rushed towards him.

only.

He rushed over with sharp murderous intent.

"be careful!"

"run!"

Qiu Cunmo and Wei Wutong issued warnings almost at the same time.

Meng Dongliu's smile was still on his face, and he subconsciously looked at the two shouting people.

The next second, he saw the cold face of Qiu Cunmo's puppet.

"Ah! Damn..."

Meng Dongliu howled in fright, lowered his head, and rolled like a donkey in the snow. He took the opportunity to avoid the attack of the puppet. Regardless of his injuries, he quickly got up and ran towards the two of them.

"What the hell happened? You two saw a ghost too?!"

Perhaps because he broke the tacit balance among several people, Wei Wutong's puppet also rushed towards the three people.

Wei Wutong looked at the puppet following Meng Dongliu and jumped around anxiously: "What should we do now? Should we fight or not? How should we fight?"

The current situation is simply a hodgepodge of chaos.

His and Meng Dongliu's puppets were fine, mainly because Qiu Cunmo's puppets were too strong and perverted.

It is estimated that he and Meng Dongliu combined are no match for her.

While he was talking, Qiu Cunmo suddenly turned around and ran away, running past him beautifully and swiftly.

Wei Wutong: "??"

What does it mean?

Meng Dongliu almost rolled and crawled up to him, running past him quickly without any intention of stopping.

"Why are you still standing there? Run!"

Only then did Wei Wutong react and quickly followed him and Qiu Cunmo.

The puppets of three people followed closely behind, and it seemed that they had been defeated.

Especially Qiu Cunmo's puppet, it only took a few jumps to catch up with Meng Dongliu and Wei Wutong.

The mental power exploded, knocking them away with absolute tyrannical power.

The two people shouted and flipped several times in the air, landing in front of Qiu Cunmo.

But after they got up, they looked at each other in tacit understanding, turned around and ran away.

——This way of playing is not bad, even if it means giving them a ride!

Qiu Cunmo's puppet tilted its head, as if wondering why it beat the person away instead of hurting him.

But the next second, her eyes turned to Qiu Cunmo, who was closest to her.

His mental power exploded and crushed him.

Like the other two people, the moment the mental power hit, she stood up, turned over to face the puppet, received the mental power calmly, and took advantage of the east wind to quickly retreat, blowing Meng Dongliu away in the blink of an eye.

and Wei Wutong were left behind.

The two of them watched Qiu Cunmo's figure passing before their eyes.

Two people:??

Still carrying something like this??

Don’t you even fight your own puppets?

Then wouldn’t it be certain that both of them would die??

Just when their thoughts were changing, Qiu Cunmo took action.

The God-Decapitating Sword retreated and quickly killed his puppet.

The smart sword wind passed by the two of them, and the sharp cold and stinging feeling made them stagnate.

"This sword energy..."

"...It's so perverted!"

Subconsciously, the two people looked at each other and saw the shock and shock in each other's eyes.

really!
To be continued...