Chapter 732

Ten sword Qi chopped at the white clay figurine, but the white clay figurine didn't mean to dodge at all. He raised his long sword and chopped dozens of sword Qi towards ye Ziheng.

The leaves are constant, but they dare not resist. After all, his strength is limited. If he has been fighting with the white clay man, his strength will be exhausted sooner or later. If he can hide, he should try to hide.

The ten swords of the white clay figurine are just like the big witch fighting the little witch. If there are only four swords, they will wipe out all the remaining swords of Ye Ziheng, and then attack ye Ziheng.

Ye Ziheng is agile. Although he escaped the attack of these sword Qi chopping, then the white clay man was wielding several sword Qi chopping at ye Ziheng.

But ye Ziheng runs all the time, even dare not return his head.

In this way, ye Ziheng has been chased by the swords of the white clay man for more than ten minutes. Ye Ziheng is just running away, and he is about to use up his physical strength. But the white clay man is still very relaxed, waving his long sword mechanically again and again.

With ye Ziheng's physical strength consumed, his speed also decreased. He saw dozens of sword Qi chopping towards ye Ziheng. Before ye Ziheng could escape, the sword Qi chopping directly went to ye Ziheng's waist.

But even so, ye Ziheng did not panic, but still stood calmly, because he was still wearing a shadow guard, enough to stop the attack.

But then, at the moment when the sword power was cut to ye Ziheng, ye Ziheng was ready. However, when the sword Qi was cut down, ye Ziheng was surprised to find that the sword Qi cut did not seem to have any attack power at all. It's like a gust of wind, even less powerful than the wind.

Just when ye Ziheng didn't understand what happened, the white clay figure suddenly fell down slowly from the middle of the sky, and then floated in front of Ye Ziheng.

Ye Ziheng looks at him warily, but finds that the white clay figurine doesn't seem to have any hostility to him. After he put away the white sword in his hand, ye Ziheng also puts away his long sword.

"What do you want to do?"

Ye Ziheng looked at the white clay man and asked.

You white clay figure didn't speak, just raised your hand, stretched out your fingers and pointed to ye Ziheng's head. Ye Ziheng subconsciously wanted to avoid, but found that his body seemed to be under a fixed body spell.

Then the white clay figurine's fingers touched ye Ziheng's head, and ye Ziheng suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head for one second, as if something had been suddenly taken from his mind.

But then, the white clay figure took his finger off, and looked at ye Ziheng. Ye Ziheng also found that his body could move again.

Ye Ziheng looks at the white clay figurine in front of him. He stands there quietly and doesn't know what he is doing.

After waiting for about five or six seconds, the body of the white clay figure suddenly trembled. He raised his head and looked at ye Ziheng again.

Before ye Ziheng could understand what happened, the white clay man opened his palm in front of him. Then a volume of animal skin appeared in his hand and put it there. Facing ye Ziheng, it seemed that he wanted to give it to ye Ziheng.