A pity we're short of a good saber

With one move, hun Ming coughed out blood and retreated.

The purple-gold skeleton did not stop its attack. Its body shook again, and the resonance of the soul bones erupted. The void where it was destroyed, and the purple-gold skeleton once again attacked hun Ming.

Hun Ming steadied his breath and used the universal Scripture of void to Dodge the attack.

However, the other party's body continued to shake. Like lightning, he caught up with hun Ming in an instant.

After all, hun Ming had only cultivated the Scripture of the void for a short time. To put it bluntly, he had only grasped a little bit of it.

After the purple-gold skeleton burst out, its speed was already above that of hun Ling.

"Not good!"

Lu Ming's expression changed and he was a little worried.

He couldn't move his opponent, and his speed wasn't as fast as his opponent's. His life was in danger.

With his soul injured, he probably wouldn't be able to take more than a few moves.