Become a Fairy

Under the sword aura, the images moved by the moving mirror were constantly shattered by the sword aura. Yang Feng frowned, and continued according to the current situation. I'm afraid that if his mana is exhausted, he will be unable to do anything to the opponent. Instead of focusing on these phantoms, he should think about how to break through this illusion!

After all, Yang Feng was a strong man in the realm of the void, and soon found the crux of the matter. Although this illusion is not simple, it can be unleashed by a cultivator who transforms spirits, and there is bound to be a limit to it. Even though it will consume a lot of mana in vain, but in the current situation, there is no need to worry about it .

The dozens of separated sword embryos suddenly closed in the middle, and then rose into the air at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming a huge sword-shaped light and shadow where they rose.

"Chop!" The huge sword-shaped light and shadow trembled, and a huge flying sword with a length of several tens of feet cut through the void, cutting into the illusion, seemingly without a trace, but actually caused the entire illusion to vibrate. The sword shadow was still alive, and suddenly another flying sword of similar size flew out one after another.

After enduring four or five sword strikes in succession, spider web-like cracks appeared in the entire illusion.

"Crack." Like a mirror, the illusion was shattered layer by layer.

Lu Xiaotian grabbed the illusion, pulled away and retreated.

"Want to leave?" Ji Feng snorted coldly, it took him a lot of effort to break through this damned illusion, how could he let Lu Xiaotian leave so easily, but I have to say that Lu Xiaotian stepped on this point just right, and just broke through. Opening up the illusion is the sign that the old force makes the old, and the new force is not born. The reaction was inevitably delayed by half a beat. However, it is not so easy to completely get rid of his attack.

The huge sword shadow flew out a flying sword again and slashed towards Lu Xiaotian with the sound of the wind.

Naturally, Lu Xiaotian didn't dare to receive Yang Feng's sword energy in vain. Although Fang Tian's painted halberd didn't increase the attack, its ability to resist blows was many times stronger than Lu Xiaotian's physical body.

"Desolate vault style!" Fang Tian raised his halberd, as if a sky collapsed and landed on the flying sword. Hum, two completely different powerful forces collided, immediately oppressing the surrounding space with scale-like ripples. The oscillating shock wave formed a huge hurricane and spread it around.

After all, the wood goblin soul that Lu Xiaotian devoured could not compete with Yang Feng head-on. Although Yang Feng was injured, Lu Xiaotian himself was also seriously injured. Under the huge pressure, the huge light and shadow flying sword hadn't completely dissipated, and Fang Tian's painted halberd could no longer support it and was swung away.

Whoosh, a misty and light flying sword slashed towards him, but it was Ye Ziyu who stopped Yang Feng's remaining attacks for Lu Xiaotian. Ye Ziyu grabbed Lu Xiaotian's hand and sprinkled three fiery red beads at the same time.

Just as Yang Feng was about to pursue him, the three flaming beads exploded into pillars of flame that filled the sky, and the monstrous waves of flames swept Yang Feng upside down hundreds of feet at once, and the surrounding mountains and forests instantly turned into a sea of ​​flames.

With a wave of Yang Feng's sleeve, the sea of ​​flames in front of him turned into waves of flames. The flames are monstrous. It's just that Lu Xiaotian and Ye Ziyu had once again boarded the Black Eagle puppet and disappeared in the sky, leaving only a small black dot.

Yang Feng's face was so gloomy that water dripped out, his body swayed, and he turned into a sword fetus again and quickly chased after him.

The two sides fled and chased for a while. I fled for about three hundred miles. The two sides fought again on a ridge. During the last war, the illusion mirror was slightly modified, but it can still be used. It's just that the last time he escaped into the illusion, in order to consume Yang Feng's strength as much as possible, Lu Xiaotian's own mana was also consumed so much that it was no longer enough to use the illusion before to trap Yang Feng.

At this time, apart from the monster spirits I collected in the past, I have no other hope. Although Ye Ziyu had many means of escape, but facing Yang Feng who was already crazy at this time, it was useless. And Ye Ziyu has no intention of leaving Lu Xiaotian alone.

The two sides fought fiercely, and Lu Xiaotian had a few deep sword marks on his body, and one sword almost hurt Lu Xiaotian's heart. And Ye Ziyu had two hideous sword marks on his shoulders and back, and his clothes were soaked with blood. But at this time, Yang Feng didn't feel too good, and a small piece of flesh was cut off by Lu Xiaotian's Fang Tian's painting halberd again. The whole person was extremely embarrassed, ferocious like a ghost.

Also using a few Pyroblast Pearls to get rid of Yang Feng's attack, Lu Xiaotian and the two once again tried to get rid of Yang Feng with the help of the Black Eagle puppet. At this moment, Yang Feng gritted his teeth, as if he had made some kind of decision. Suddenly he raised his hand and sacrificed a purple talisman with a purple lightning bolt on the talisman.

Yang Feng's face suddenly flushed red, and he spit out a mouthful of blood on the purple residual talisman. The purple electric mark on the purple residual talisman suddenly lit up. A faint purple light appeared in the sky, and the power of thunder and lightning in the surrounding airspace frantically rushed towards the piece of purple electricity.

"How could it be?" Lu Xiaotian stared blankly at the astonishing celestial phenomenon in front of him.

"Haha, this Xun Lei Talisman has never erupted such a celestial phenomenon, Lu Xiaotian, this is God wants to take you!" Yang Feng saw the power of thunder and lightning frantically gathering in this sky, let alone Lu Xiaotian, it was him. Even in his heyday, he would definitely not be able to withstand the huge thunder and lightning in the sky that was already becoming brighter.

Lu Xiaotian stared blankly at the huge purple lightning mark in the air. At this moment, he felt that he had nowhere to hide under the purple lightning.

Facing the unavoidable Zidian, Lu Xiaotian's aura rose instead of retreating, and an invisible aura suddenly soared. It has been five hundred years since he stepped into the Dao of Cultivating Immortals, and there are more than ten life and death disasters. Lu Xiaotian has never compromised for more than half a point, but if there is a chance to fight for it, Lu Xiaotian will never stand still.

"Soul Melting Dafa!" Lu Xiaotian raised his head to the sky and let out a long cry, swallowing the combined mid-stage demon Lei Yuan's soul that he had never dared to accept. Lu Xiaotian was even worried that his body would explode at any time after leaping over two great realms. The physical body of the God Transformation Body Cultivator also has a limit to bear. As far as the combined power is concerned, the power of the monk who transforms the gods is like a drop in the ocean. Lu Xiaotian extended his palm and pushed, and Ye Ziyu was pushed away by an irresistible force.

It's just that even after devouring the soul of the demon Lei Yuan, Lu Xiaotian still has a heartfelt fear of the huge purple electricity mark hanging above his head.

Chi la - a huge purple lightning fell. Yang Feng heaved a sigh of relief, under such a huge lightning strike, not to mention that Lu Xiaotian was just a cultivator of transforming spirits, even if he used some kind of secret technique to forcibly increase his strength, he would definitely not be able to stop such a powerful lightning strike. Not even in his prime. This blow was enough to turn Yang Feng into fly ash.

"Brother Lu!" Seeing the silver-haired figure submerged under the purple lightning, Ye Ziyu felt unprecedented panic. Suddenly, Ye Ziyu felt that the thin, silver-haired figure in front of him seemed very familiar, as familiar as he was at the time. Into the bone general. Even this kind of panic is extremely familiar, and it seems that this is not the first time he feels that he is about to lose the person in front of him.