Chapter 1789 Purple Lightning, Familiar
Under the sword energy, the images moved out of the moving mirror were constantly being torn apart by the sword energy. Yang Feng frowned and continued according to the current situation. I was afraid that he would be unable to do anything to the other party after all his mana was exhausted. Instead of focusing on these phantoms, it would be better to think about how to break through this illusion!
Yang Feng was a strong man in the Divine Void Realm after all, and he quickly found the crux. Although this illusion is not simple, if it can be cast by a god-forming monk, there will definitely be a limit to what it can endure. Although it will consume a lot of mana for nothing, but in this situation, there is no more to worry about. .
The dozens of separate sword bodies suddenly merged 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.
"Cut!" The huge sword-shaped light and shadow trembled, and a huge flying sword with a length of more than ten feet pierced the void and slashed into the illusion. It seemed to have no trace, but in fact it had caused The entire illusion shook. Before the sword shadow was extinguished, another flying sword of similar size suddenly flew out one after another.
After enduring four or five swords in succession, spider-like cracks appeared throughout the illusion.
"Crack." Like a mirror, the illusion is shattered layer by layer.
Lu Xiaotian grabbed the illusion and retreated.
“Want to leave?” Ji Feng snorted coldly. It took him a lot of effort to break through this damn illusion. How could he let Lu Xiaotian leave so easily? I have to say that Lu Xiaotian stepped on it. This point is just right, breaking through the illusion just now is the result of old strength making the old and new strength not yet born. The reaction was inevitably half a beat too slow. But it's not that easy to completely get rid of his attack.
The huge sword shadow flew out again and slashed towards Lu Xiaotian with a flying sword carrying a crackling wind.
Lu Xiaotian naturally did not dare to receive Yang Feng's sword energy alone. Although Fang Tian's painted halberd had no increase in attack, its ability to resist blows was many times stronger than Lu Xiaotian's physical body.
"Desolate Dome Style!" Fang Tian raised his halberd, as if a sky had collapsed and landed on the flying sword. Buzz, two completely different powerful forces collided, and the pressure suddenly caused fish-scale ripples to appear in the surrounding space. The oscillating shock wave formed a huge hurricane and spread out in all directions.
After all, the wood demon spirit that Lu Xiaotian swallowed 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 flying sword of light and shadow had not completely dispersed, and Fang Tian's painted halberd could no longer hold up and was swung away.
Whoosh, an ethereal and light flying sword struck, but it was Ye Ziyu who blocked the rest of Yang Feng's attack for Lu Xiaotian. Ye Ziyu took Lu Xiaotian's hand and sprinkled three fiery red beads at the same time.
Yang Feng was about to pursue him when the three flaming red beads suddenly exploded into pillars of flame that filled the sky. The monstrous flame wave swept Yang Feng backwards several hundred feet, and the surrounding mountains and forests were instantly shattered. Turned into a sea of fire.
Yang Feng waved his sleeves, and the sea of fire in front of him turned into waves of flames. The flames were raging. It’s just that Lu Xiaotian and Ye Ziyu had already boarded the Black Eagle Puppet again and disappeared from the horizon, leaving only a small black dot.
Yang Feng's face was so gloomy that it almost dripped water. He swayed and turned into a sword again to chase after him. The two sides fled and then chased again. They fled for about three hundred miles. The two sides fought again on a ridge. During the last war, the Phantom 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 a lot, and it was no longer enough to cast the illusion like before to trap Yang Feng.
At this time, apart from the monster spirits that I had collected in the past, there was no other hope. Although Ye Ziyu had many means of escape, facing Yang Feng who was already going crazy at this time, it was of no avail. Moreover, Ye Ziyu had no intention of leaving Lu Xiaotian alone.
The two sides fought fiercely, and Lu Xiaotian once again received several sword marks that were deep enough to see the bones. One sword even almost hurt Lu Xiaotian's heart. There were two ferocious sword marks on Ye Ziyu's shoulders and back, and his clothes were stained with blood. However, Yang Feng didn't feel much better at this time. Once again, a small piece of flesh was cut off by Lu Xiaotian's Fang Tian Painting Halberd. The whole person was in an extremely miserable state, as hideous as an evil ghost.
They also used several Pyroblast Beads to get rid of Yang Feng's attack. Lu Xiaotian and the two once again used the help of the Black Eagle Puppet to get rid of Yang Feng. At this time, Yang Feng gritted his teeth, as if he had made some kind of decision. Suddenly he stretched out his hand and pulled out a purple broken talisman. There was a purple lightning on the broken talisman.
Yang Feng's face suddenly turned red, and he spit out a mouthful of blood on the remaining purple talisman. The purple electric mark on the purple remaining talisman suddenly lit up. A faint purple light appeared in the sky, and the power of thunder and lightning in the surrounding airspace rushed toward the purple lightning crazily.
"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 in such a celestial phenomenon, Lu Xiaotian, this is God's way of rejecting you!" Yang Feng saw the crazy power of thunder and lightning gathering in the sky, let alone Even Lu Xiaotian, even in his heyday, would never be able to withstand the huge thunder and lightning that was getting brighter in the sky.
Lu Xiaotian stared blankly at the huge purple lightning mark in the sky. At this time, he felt like he had nowhere to hide under the purple lightning.
Facing this unavoidable purple lightning, Lu Xiaotian's momentum rose instead of retreating, and an invisible momentum suddenly surged. It has been more than five hundred years since I entered the path of cultivating immortality, and I have faced no fewer than ten catastrophes of life and death. Lu Xiaotian has never compromised even half a point, but if there is a chance to fight for it, Lu Xiaotian will never sit still.
"Soul Fusion Technique!" Lu Xiaotian looked up to the sky and roared, swallowing the mid-stage Fusion Demon Thunder Kite essence that he had never dared to take. Lu Xiaotian was even worried that his body would burst at any time as the spirit of the beast had crossed two great realms. The physical body cultivated by the Transformation Spirit Body also has a limit to what it can withstand. For a powerful combination, the power of a monk who transforms into gods is like a drop in the ocean. Lu Xiaotian stretched out his palm and pushed, and an irresistible force pushed Ye Ziyu away.
But even after swallowing the spirit of the demon thunder kite, Lu Xiaotian still had a heartfelt fear of the huge purple lightning mark hanging in the sky above his head.
Chi la - a huge purple lightning fell. Yang Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Under such a huge lightning strike, not to mention that Lu Xiaotian was just a god-transforming monk. Even if he used some secret technique to forcibly increase his strength, he would never be able to block such a powerful lightning strike. Not even in his heyday. This blow was enough to turn Yang Feng into flying ash.
"Brother Lu!" Seeing the figure with flying silver hair submerged under the purple lightning, Ye Ziyu felt an unprecedented panic in his heart. Ye Ziyu suddenly felt that the thin figure with silver hair in front of him seemed very strange. Familiar, so familiar that it's like it's engraved in my bones. Even this kind of panic is very familiar. It seems that this is not the first time that I feel that I am about to lose the person in front of me.
(End of this chapter)