Ning Yue had no choice but to use his divine power to transform into a clone without hesitation, and instantly moved his true heart to more than ten feet away.

But before he could fully stand firm, he sensed that his spiritual consciousness had completely broken off from his clone, and a burning stinging pain was immediately felt on the skin behind him.

Ning Yue really didn't expect that the old man of the Sand Clan was so fast. He broke his clone, which was as powerful as the real person, in just a moment, and directly discovered his position of moving.

But before his thoughts could completely flash, a sharp sound of burning and erosion was made on the divine power shield behind him. The green spear reached Ning Yue's vest without warning. At this moment, Ning Yue's senses expected that his chest had been penetrated by the spear.

However, the reaction speed that erupted between life and death saved Ning Yue's life. When he successfully avoided the fatal attack behind him in cold sweat, the second divine clone summoned with all his might replace his body, and was stabbed by a green crystal spear like a piece of thin paper.

Ning Yue gritted his teeth. In close combat, he was good at dodging, but was suppressed by the speed of the opponent's eruption, which almost killed him. This stimulation of crossing the boundary was like igniting a volcano in his body. His heart was filled with complex fears and excitement, which made him turn around immediately and face the old man of the Sand tribe who was chasing him.

At this time, Ning Yue's heart was no longer covered with sand bi and Zi Linglong, who were storming around him. He had completely let go of everything. His opponent was only one person in his eyes, so all the favorable or unfavorable factors around him were thrown aside.

Ning Yue tightly locked the shadow left by the old man of the Sand Clan across the space, and fought back and forth, all the divine power on his body burst out. A golden flame suddenly flashed outside his body, and then all rushed back to his body. It can be seen that the color of his skin exposed outside his clothes had slightly darker.

Ning Yue paused, and he used all his strength. The sword in his hand rushed towards an empty space in front of him. The air suddenly burst into a sharp whistle.

Just as the sound was heard, the attack of the old man of the Sand tribe was like a sharp arrow from Li Sheng, shooting accurately in front of Ning Yue. The spear was still on the vital point of Ning Yue's body. The tip of the spear happened to be extremely stung to Ning Yue's sword tip.

With a loud bang, Ning Yue and the old man in the hands of the Sha clan both shocked violently. Ning Yue used all his strength to the limit, making the old man's green spear like stabbing an iron mountain, blocking it in the air.

However, even so, the long sword in Ning Yue's hand could not resist the poisonous flame erosion of the old man of the sand clan. The long sword in his hand quickly appeared spider-web-like cracks, and the green one-eyed eyes continued to spread in the cracks on the sword body.

But this time, Ning let go of the sword in his hand, and instead of retreating, a six-arm, three-headed elephant-headed monster faint shadow flashed across his body, and he invaded the old man of the Sand tribe with one hand. He grabbed the long spear body that almost killed him several times. He ignored the sudden poisonous flames on the gun, but used his divine power to protect his arms and pulled the gun body closer to him with all his strength.

His other arm was not idle either. He condensed a long sword of lightning with all his strength and slashed straight towards the neck of the old man of the sand clan.

When the old man of the sand tribe faced Ning Yue's counterattack, he reacted calmly in a flash. He withdrew one of his hands and stood up in front of his chest. A solid wall like solid magma was generated on his arm, allowing Ning Yue to slash it with all his strength, bursting out several shattered flame fragments, but his body was inevitably shook backwards.

Ning Yue seized this opportunity, smashed the long sword in his hand, and blasted all the pieces of divine power towards the head and face of the old man in the Sand Clan, like a sudden heavy rain, successfully blocking the green-eyed old man's vision for a moment.

Ning Yue gritted his teeth and took advantage of the old man in the sand clan with one hand and waved his sword and put on the green spear with all his strength. A hint of fanaticism flashed in his eyes.

"I don't believe that humanized monsters are still so powerful!"

Ning Yue pulled his hands hard and successfully pulled the spear to his side. Even the old man from the Sand tribe who was originally forced to retreat by his attack was pulled closer to him.

But Ning Yue ignored the old man's glare and threw the spear in his hand hard towards the ground with all his strength.

The old man from the Sand tribe screamed strangely, and one palm tried to grab Ning Yue, but his body was completely connected to the spear of the body. When Ning Yue lost his power, he completely lost his balance. He could only let the body be swung by Ning Yue's strange force, as if he was swinging a stick, holding one end of the spear, and knocking the rest of the half on the ground.

The angrily shout of the old man from the Sand tribe was instantly suppressed by a huge shock. The green spear hit the ground, instantly smashing a deep gully hundreds of feet long on the ground that was solidified, leading directly to the magma river on the side, and a large stream of magma immediately surged in.

The powerful recoil force made the incarnation of the green spear scream, and the body was damaged, and the shape of the old man of the sand tribe became much weaker, but a ball of poisonous flames immediately ignited into the sky and flew towards Ning Yue.

Ning Yue succeeded with one blow, and saw the poisonous flames of the green spear burst out. He immediately shook his hand as if he had encountered a poisonous snake, throwing the green spear and the human figure of the old man of the sand tribe. The poisonous flames were pulled by the gun body and rushed into the sky in front of Ning Yue, causing a cold sweat to appear on Ning Yue's forehead again.

He quickly retreated and pulled out a new sword, paying attention to the counterattack of the old man of the Sand Clan at any time.

The old man from the Sand tribe who had been pulled back by Ning Yue's power, turned his spear and all the poisonous flames around him gathered in the direction of her. With a finger on the tip of the spear, a poisonous flame condensed into a lively flame poisonous dragon, and rushed towards Ning Yue.

Ning Yue knew clearly that he had successfully escaped from the scope of the old man of the Sand Clan, but no matter how risky the vitality he had fought for before was, now before Zi Linglong and Youlan arrived, he had to face the full attack of the old man of the Sand Clan by himself.

Ning Yue summoned forty-eight swords without hesitation, all of which turned into flame attributes at the same time, and shot towards the flame poisonous dragon of the old man of the Sand Clan, and rushed up sideways into the air. Naturally, he would not be so stupid that he stayed in place and fought desperately at this time.

As a result, Ning Yue's eyes moved, and he suddenly found that the old man of the Sand tribe who had originally released the fire dragon in the distance was missing.

Ning Yue immediately opened his eyes wide. Compared with the poisonous fire dragon rushing in front of him, the old man holding a green spear was even more frightening.

But before Ning Yue's vigilant thought flashed, a green spear flashed and appeared from above the poisonous fire dragon. A blazing poison flame was burning around the spear. Just one shot, all the space he rushed up was sealed. If he counterattacked at this time, he would definitely be attacked by the old man of the Sand tribe and the fire dragon below.
Chapter completed!