d for too long, it can't hold us for very long." 。“Could Mother Woch break this formation” Nánchén Dù’s face was not light. As a powerful ghost cultivator, Míng chén Wōchě mother would be less affect...Under the sweeping sword energy, the images reflected by the Shifting Mirror kept being shattered. 。Yang Feng frowned, and with the current situation, he was afraid that even if his mana was depleted, he wouldn't be able to do anything to the opponent. Instead of focusing on these phantoms, it would be better to think about how to break through this illusion! Yang Feng was ultimately a powerful cultivator at the Shenxu realm, and soon found the crux of the problem 。Though this illusion is not simple, it could be cast by a Nascent Soul cultivator. There would inevitably be limits to what it could withstand. Even so, doing so would also require Bai to expend a considerable amount of mana. However, in the current situation, there was no time to consider other options. 。The separated ten-numbered swords suddenly snapped together in the middle, then rose rapidly into the air at a speed visible to the naked eye. Where it rose, a huge sword-shaped light and shadow was formed. 。"Slash!" The gigantic sword-shaped light and shadow trembled, a huge flying sword tens of meters long slashed through the void, striking within the illusion. It seemed to have no effect, but in reality, it had already caused the entire illusion to tremble. 。This sword shadow hadn't dissipated when, suddenly, another flying sword of similar size shot out consecutively. 。After enduring four or five sword strikes, the entire illusory world began to crack like spiderwebs. 。"...Crash..." As if in a mirror, the illusion shattered layer by layer. 。Lu Xia Tian grabbed the phantom realm with one hand and swiftly retreated. 。“Want to leave” Ji Feng coldly snorted. He had spent a lot of effort breaking through this damn illusion, how could he let Lu Xiaoteng leave so easily However, he had to admit, Lu Xiaoteng had stepped on the right point just now, breaking the illusion was precisely the sign of old force waning and new force not yet born. 。The reaction is inevitably a bit slow. 。However, wanting to completely get rid of his attacks isn't that easy. 。The enormous sword shadow flew out again, a flying sword carrying a whistling wind and slashing towards Lu Xiaoteng. 。Lu Xia Tian naturally wouldn't dare to directly receive Yang Feng's sword qi. While the Fang Tian Hua Ji wasn't much better at offense, its ability to withstand attacks was many times stronger than Lu Xia Tian's own body. 。"Sky-Crushing Style!" Fang Tianhua's halberd rose, resembling a celestial dome collapsing, striking that flying sword. 。With a booming sound, two vastly different powerful forces collided, causing the surrounding space to ripple with fish-scale patterns of pressure. 。The shockwave that erupted formed a massive whirlwind that swept outward. 。Although Lu Xiaoteng swallowed the wood fairy's spirit, he still couldn't stand up to Yang Feng head-on. Although Yang Feng was injured, Lu Xiaoteng himself was also seriously injured. 。Under immense pressure, the gigantic light and shadow flying sword hadn't completely dissipated, and Fang Tianhua halberd was already unable to withstand being flung open. 。
With a whoosh, a faint and nimble flying sword arrived, intercepting Yang Feng's remaining attacks aimed at Lu Xia Tian. It was Ye Ziyu who had shielded him.
Ye Ziyu grabbed Lu Xia tian's hand and at the same time, sprinkled out three fiery red beads. 。When Yang Feng was about to pursue, the three crimson beads suddenly exploded, creating a fiery pillar that engulfed Yang Feng and sent him flying hundreds of meters. The surrounding mountains and forests instantly transformed into a sea of fire. 。
Yang Feng waved his large sleeves, and the sea of fire before him surged with waves of flames.
flames raging 。But by now, Lu Xia Tian and Ye Zi Yu had already mounted the Black Eagle Puppet once more and vanished into the sky, leaving behind only a tiny black dot. 。Yang Feng's face was so dark it was almost dripping with water. His body shuddered, and he once again transformed into a sword embryo, swiftly chasing after him. 。Both sides engaged in another round of pursuit and evasion. 。Fled for about three hundred miles. 。Both sides clashed again on a ridge. 。
In the last battle, Mirror received minor damage, but it can still be used.
"Lu Xia Tian merely entered the illusionary realm last time to exhaust Yang Feng's strength as much as possible. In doing so, Lu Xia Tian himself consumed a great deal of his own magical power and is now no longer capable of using the same illusion to trap Yang Feng." 。
At this time, besides the monster spirits I had collected in the past, there was no other hope left.
Although Ye Ziyu had many ways to escape, he was helpless against Yang Feng, who was now acting like a madman. 。And Yèzi Yu also didn't have any intention of abandoning Lù Xiǎotiān. 。
After a fierce battle, Lu Xiaoteng sustained several deep sword wounds on his body. One of the blades even nearly struck his vital meridian.
And on Yè Zǐ's shoulders, her back was marred by two vicious sword wounds, blood staining her clothes. 。But at this time, Yang Feng was not much better either. He was again struck by Lu Xia Tian's Halberd, and a small piece of flesh was cut off from his body. 。The whole person was utterly disheveled, snarling like a demon. 。Likewise, using several bursts of the Flame Blast Orb to evade Yang Feng's attack, Lu Xiaotian and his companion once again used the help of the Black Eagle Puppet to try and shake off Yang Feng. 。At this moment, Yang Feng gritted his teeth, as if he had made some kind of decision. 。Suddenly, he raised his hand and cast out a purple rune. The rune was etched with a streak of purple lightning. 。Yang Feng's face flushed suddenly, and with a gasp, he spat a mouthful of blood onto the purple remnant. 。The purple residual mark on the lavender suddenly flared. 。A faint purple light appeared in the sky, and the power of thunder and lightning from the surrounding space surged frantically towards that piece of violet lightning. 。"How could this be" Lu Xia Tian stared blankly at the astonishing celestial phenomenon before him. 。“Haha, this Xun Lei Talisman has never erupted with such a celestial phenomenon before. Lu Xia Tian, this is Heaven taking you in!” Yang Feng saw the crazy gathering and roaring of lightning power in that celestial domain. Not to mention Lu Xia Tian, even himself at his peak, could absolutely not withstand the giant lightning bolt that was already becoming increasingly bright in the air. 。
That enormous purple electric mark hanging in the air left Lu Xia Tian staring blankly. Underneath this purple lightning, he felt utterly exposed.
Faced with this inescapable purple lightning, Lu Xia Tian's aura didn't recede but instead surged upwards, an invisible force suddenly skyrocketing. 。Since stepping onto the path of cultivation, five hundred years have passed since then. I've faced countless life-and-death trials over this time. 。Lu Xia Tian had never compromised even a fraction, but as long as there was a thread of hope, Lu Xia Tian would never sit idly by. 。“Merge Souls!” Lu Xia Tian let out a long roar towards the heavens, swallowing the combined mid-stage demon lightning hawk spirit essence that he had been afraid to consume. 。A demon beast spirit that had leapt two major realms, Lu Xia Tian even worried that his own body might burst at any moment. 。Even the physical body of a cultivator who has ascended to the divine realm has its limits. 。For a Great Cultivator, the power of an Apotheosis cultivator is like a drop in the ocean. 。Lu Xia Tian pushed with his palm, a powerful force sent Ye Zi Yu flying. 。Even after consuming the essence of the demon thunder hawk, Lu Xia Tian still felt a deep fear towards the giant purple lightning mark hanging above his head. 。
A huge bolt of purple lightning fell
Yang Feng let out a huge sigh of relief. Under such a massive lightning strike, even if Lu Xia Tian was more than just a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, and even if he used some kind of secret technique to forcefully increase his strength, he would definitely not be able to withstand such powerful thunder and lightning. 。Even at his peak, he couldn't do it. 。This blow was enough to turn Yang Feng into ashes. 。"Lu Ge!" Seeing the figure with silver hair flying in the purple electric light, Ye Ziyu felt a panic he had never felt before. Ye Ziyu suddenly felt that the thin figure with silver hair in front of him seemed very familiar, familiar like it was engraved into his bones. 。Even such panic is extremely familiar, as if it were not the first time feeling the imminent loss of someone in sight. 。hese three." Lu Xia Tian shook his head. Originally, he wanted to let go and fight Lin Huacheng wholeheartedly. In fact, Lu Xia Tian still overestimated himself. Without relying on external forces, re...