That's internal organ damage.
However, none of them retreated, and none of them even showed a trace of panic or fear.
Because the young man who was in charge of the formation, the young man sitting in a wheelchair and unable to even lift a finger, had not fallen down yet.
Because, that girl in white clothes, waving a sword, with a slender figure, but who makes people trust her unconditionally, has not retreated a single step.
Huangfu Yi's face became more and more ugly, and his gums were almost bitten off by him.
He looked at the girl who was fighting with his clone in the formation, and he couldn't believe that she didn't show any signs of defeat.
It should be an indisputable fact that who is stronger, a Mahayana cultivator or a god-level cultivator who has already ascended to heaven.
However, this fact was broken today.
Xi Yue's sword was getting faster and faster, and her steps were like phantoms floating on the water.
Huangfu Yi's clone puppet could only defend itself. If it was distracted for a moment, the Lishui Sword would cut its body and blood would flow out.
But in fact, compared to Huangfu Yi's anger, the clone puppet, which only had fighting instinct, was not panicked.
After all, the Mahayana stage is the Mahayana stage, and the God King is the God King after all. No matter how superb Xi Yue's swordsmanship is and how many methods she has, she will eventually return to the competition of spiritual power and soul.
And in this regard, the gap between the two realms is absolutely not to be ignored.
Sure enough, after another stick of incense had passed, the knife in the hand of Huangfu Yi's clone puppet hit Xi Yue's shoulder.
Blood gushed out and the blade penetrated into the bone. A low moan came from Xiyue's mouth. Her little face turned pale because of the intense pain and cold sweat dripped down.
Outside the formation, Huangfu Yi, who was attacking angrily, burst into laughter when he saw this scene: "Xi Yue, do you really think you can beat the Divine Lord by leaps two levels? The glory just now was just your last struggle!"
Suddenly, Huangfu Yi's laughter stopped, and the pride on his face turned into surprise.
Because he found that the girl, who was seriously injured and should have been in pain and panic, slowly revealed a cold smile on her face.
That smile was very beautiful and holy, like a snow lotus blooming in the glaciers of the Far North, and it also carried an arrogant and arrogance that made Huangfu Yi once again recall the frustrating experience in the Yuankong Ancient Realm.
Then, he heard the girl's slightly hoarse and pleasant voice slowly sounded, "Although it is just a puppet clone, it is still connected to your original body, right? Guess, if your puppet clone is poisoned, will your original body be implicated?"
"Huangfu Yi, you don't know, I have been waiting for this moment, and it's been so tiring!"
Huangfu Yi's face suddenly changed, and a flash of panic flashed across his eyes, but he quickly calmed down and sneered, "You must be joking. I am a god, and you are just a cultivator from the lower realm. Even if you use poison, what can it do to me? Can it cause any harm to me?"
"Of course not ordinary poisons!" Xi Yue raised her head, the smile on her sweaty face became brighter and brighter, and her voice became clearer and more pleasant, "But what if it is an extremely cold poison extracted from the Flowing Marrow Ice Prison?"
“You… you you you, what did you say?!” Huangfu Yi screamed, and then roared in anger, “Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. How could you extract the Flowing Marrow Ice Prison? You… you can’t possibly put the Flowing Marrow Ice Prison on me…”
Suddenly, Huangfu Yi's voice stopped again. (To be continued)