Lu Xiaotian was just about to make a move when Xiong Kun let out a loud cry. He opened his mouth and spat out a bead that reeked of corpses. The bead suddenly exploded into a cloud of gray mist, which directly coiled around the Misty Flying Sword. The Misty Flying Sword charged left and right within it, yet was unable to break free for the moment.
Lu Xiaotian punched toward the Wuhuan Evil-Weeping Spear. A huge blood-red fist sent Xiong Kun staggering backward. On the other side, the skeletal bones clutched the Fangtian Halberd with the five fingers of one hand, which spread like creeping vines. They rapidly extended over, directly grabbing Lu Xiaotian's arm and leaving him no chance to escape.
Even while Lu Xiaotian was battling the bone skeleton with all his might, his fierce punch still shook Xiong Kun's blood and qi into turmoil. Seeing the blue ancient bottle draw nearer and nearer to Xiong Kun, Lu Xiaotian threw several more punches. The Misty Flying Sword also struggled violently within the gray mist.
Xiong Kun swept the Wuhuan Evil-Weeping Spear in a motion that rolled like a dragon. With a bang, his body seemed to be struck by a heavy hammer and was sent flying backward. Xiong Kun had seen that the situation was unfavorable and, taking Lu Xiaotian's punch head-on, seized the blue ancient bottle. His body rapidly retreated.
"I'd like to see how long you can keep running." Lu Xiaotian's gaze flashed like lightning. Xiong Kun had taken one of his punches; once he dealt with the bone skeleton, catching up to him would be easy. Without Xiong Kun holding him back, dealing with the bone skeleton would not take long. He had originally intended to seize the blue ancient bottle, but with one