Boom! The massive fist aura smashed into Miejue's chest, sending the heavy corpse qi spiraling wildly from the impact.
Seeing that the silver-armored woman and Di Yao's elixir-origin magic weapon were about to be destroyed, Lu Xiaotian naturally could not let the Miejue Yin Corpse Old Freak have his way so easily.
Miejue spat out a mouthful of black blood, his gaze growing even colder. He had not expected the silver-haired brat before him to be this difficult to deal with. He had merely diverted a little of his attention to deal with those two juniors, yet his opponent had seized the opportunity to bite him viciously. Worse still, this fellow's attacks were exceedingly bizarre—at times sinister as a snake, at others savage and fierce as a flood dragon. His moves were ever-changing.
The three bone swords controlled by the black-robed skeleton swished as they merged into one, then took advantage of the opening to slash viciously at the Miejue Old Freak once more. After the three swords fused, their power surged. Seizing the moment when the old freak was wounded, the bone sword's pale, sinister light flashed, and it drove straight into the old freak's back, piercing only a few inches before it could advance no farther.
Even so, the Miejue Old Freak cried out repeatedly in pain. His body shook, blasting the bone sword back out. With a fist brimming with surging corpse qi, he knocked Lu Xiaotian away, then reached behind himself with his left hand and snatched the bone sword. In an instant, corpse qi so dense it seemed ready to drip away corroded the bone sword.
Killing intent surged in the Miejue Old Freak's eyes. He raised his hand and hurled the white bone sword, which he had forcibly wiped away most of its spiritual