That's internal damage.

However, none of them retreated, and none of them even showed a trace of panic or fear.

Because, the young man who presided over the formation, the young man who was sitting in a wheelchair and had no strength to restrain the chicken, he hadn't fallen down yet.

Because, that girl in fluttering white clothes, flying sword, and slender figure, but one who can be trusted unconditionally, she didn't take a step back.

Huangfu Yi's face became more and more ugly, and his gums were almost crushed by him.

He looked at the girl who was wrestling with his clone in the big formation, and couldn't believe that she didn't show defeat.

There should be no doubt about whether a monk in the Mahayana period is stronger than a god-level monk who has already ascended.

However, this fact has been broken today.

Xi Yue's sword was getting faster and faster, and the steps under her feet were like Lingbo phantoms.

Huangfuyi's avatar puppet could only parry, and if he distracted for a moment, his body would be cut by the Lishui sword, and blood would flow out.

But in fact, compared to Huangfuyi's anger, the avatar puppet with only fighting instinct was not flustered.

Because the Mahayana period is the Mahayana period after all, and the gods are gods after all, no matter how clever Xi Yue's swordsmanship is, no matter how many methods, he still has to return to the competition between spiritual power and soul.

And on this point, the gap between the two great realms cannot be ignored.

Sure enough, after another stick of incense, the knife in Huangfuyi's avatar puppet's hand slashed Xi Yue's shoulder.

The blood was soaring, the blade pierced into the bone, a low moan came from Xi Yue's mouth, her little face also turned pale due to the severe pain, and cold sweat dripped down.

Outside the big formation, Huangfu Yi, who was attacking angrily, burst out laughing when he saw this scene: "Xi Yue, do you really think that you can beat the gods by surpassing two levels? The scenery just now is just your dying struggle!"

Suddenly, Huangfu Yi's laughter stopped abruptly, and the complacency on his face turned into astonishment.

Because he noticed that a cold smile slowly appeared on the face of the girl who was seriously injured and should have been in pain and flustered.

That smile was very beautiful and holy, like a snow lotus flower blooming in the extreme northern glacier, and with a look of wanton aloofness, Huangfu Yi once again thought of the aggrieved experience in the ancient realm of Yuankong.

Afterwards, he heard the girl's slightly hoarse and pleasant voice slowly saying, "Although it's just a puppet clone, he is connected to your body after all, right? Guess, if your puppet clone is poisoned, you Will your body be implicated?"

"Huangfuyi, you don't know, I've been waiting for this moment, it's been really hard!"

Huangfu Yi's face changed suddenly, panic flashed in his eyes, but he calmed down quickly, and said with a sneer, "Just kidding, I am a god, and you are just a monk from the lower realm, so what if you use poison? What can it do to me?" Does it hurt?"

"Ordinary poison is of course not acceptable!" Xi Yue raised her head, the smile on her sweaty face became brighter, and her voice became clearer and sweeter, "But what about the most yin and cold poison extracted from the liquid marrow ice prison?" ?”

"You...you you you, what are you talking about?!" Huangfuyi let out a scream, and then roared sternly, "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, how could you extract the fluid marrow ice prison, you... you are even more Impossible to put the liquid marrow ice prison on me..."

Suddenly, Huangfu Yi's voice stopped again.