Under the sword Qi, the image moved by the moving mirror is constantly broken by the sword Qi. Yang Feng frowned and continued according to the current situation. I'm afraid he couldn't help the other party when his mana was exhausted. Instead of focusing on these virtual shadows, he might as well think about how to break through this illusion!

Yang Feng was a strong man in the virtual world after all, and soon found the crux. Although this dreamland is not simple, it can be displayed by a god turning friar. There must be a limit to bear. Although it will consume a lot of mana in vain, we can't care more about this situation at present.

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

"Cut!" the huge sword light and shadow trembled, and a huge flying sword with a length of more than ten feet cut through the void and cut into the dreamland. It seems that there is no edge trace, but actually it has caused the shock of the whole dreamland. The shadow of the sword was not extinguished. Suddenly, another flying sword of similar size flew out one after another.

After bearing four or five swords in succession, there were spider like cracks in the whole dreamland.

"Click..." like a mirror, the dreamland is broken layer by layer.

Lu Xiaotian grabbed the dreamland and withdrew.

"Want to go?" Ji fengleng snorted. It took him a lot of effort to break the damn fantasy. How can he let Lu Xiaotian leave so easily? I have to say, Lu Xiaotian stepped on this point just right. It was the old force that made the old, and the new force did not come into being. The reaction was inevitably half a beat slow. But it's not so easy to get rid of his attack completely.

The huge shadow of the sword flew out again. The flying sword cut Lu Xiaotian with the sound of the wind.

Lu Xiaotian naturally did not dare to take Yang Feng's sword Qi. Although Fang Tianhua halberd had no increase in attack, its ability to resist attack was many times stronger than Lu Xiaotian's body.

"Desolate dome style!" the halberd of Fang Tian's painting was raised, like a collapse of Fang Tian's dome, falling on the flying sword. Hum, two very different powerful forces collided, and immediately oppressed the surrounding space with fish scale like ripples. The shock wave formed a huge hurricane and scattered around.

The wood goblin spirit swallowed by Lu Xiaotian can't compete with Yang Feng after all. Although Yang Feng was injured, Lu Xiaotian himself was also injured. Under the great oppression, the huge light and shadow flying sword has not completely dispersed, and Fang Tianhua halberd can't support and is swung away.

Whoosh, a ethereal, light flying sword cut to, but ye Ziyu stopped Yang Feng's remaining attack for Lu Xiaotian. Ye Ziyu grabbed Lu Xiaotian's hand and sprinkled three fiery red beads at the same time.

Yang Feng was waiting to catch up. The three fiery red beads immediately burst into a sky flame column. The towering flame waves rolled Yang Feng back hundreds of feet, and the surrounding mountains and forests turned into a sea of fire.

Yang Feng's big sleeve waved, and the sea of fire turned up layers of flames in front of him. The flames are towering. But Lu Xiaotian and ye Ziyu had once again taken the black eagle puppet and disappeared in the sky, leaving only a small black spot.

Yang Feng's face was so gloomy that he quickly dropped water. His body shook and turned into a sword tire to catch up again.

The two sides fled a while ago and chased after each other. About 300 miles away. The two sides fought again on a ridge. In the last war, the magic mirror was slightly created, but it can still be used. But the last time he moved to escape into the dreamland, in order to consume Yang Feng's strength as much as possible, Lu Xiaotian's own mana was also greatly consumed, which was not enough to use the previous dreamland to trap Yang Feng.

At this time, there is no other hope except the demon spirits collected by yourself in the past. Although Ye Ziyu has many means to escape, it is useless to face the crazy Yang Feng at this time. And ye Ziyu has no intention of the leaving Lu Xiaotian behind.

After a fierce fight between the two sides, Lu Xiaotian again added several sword marks with deep bones. One sword even almost hurt Lu Xiaotian's heart pulse. Ye Ziyu had two ferocious sword marks on his shoulder and back, and his clothes were wet with blood. However, Yang Feng didn't feel much better at this time. He was cut a small piece of meat by Lu Xiaotian's Fang Tianhua halberd again. The whole human wolf is extremely embarrassed and ferocious like a ghost.

Similarly, with a few hot explosion beads to get rid of Yang Feng's attack, Lu Xiaotian and Lu Xiaotian want to get rid of Yang Feng with the help of the black eagle puppet again. At this time, Yang Feng clenched his teeth and seemed to make a decision. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and offered a purple remnant talisman with a purple lightning on it.

Yang Feng's face suddenly turned red and vomited blood essence on the purple remnant. The purple electric mark on the purple remnant suddenly lit up. A faint purple light appeared in the air, and the power of lightning in the surrounding airspace rushed frantically towards the purple electricity.

"How?" Lu Xiaotian stared at the amazing sky in front of him.

"Ha ha, this Xunlei Fu has never erupted such a celestial phenomenon. Lu Xiaotian, this is the God who wants to take you!" Yang Feng saw the power of crazy thunder and lightning in the sky, not to mention Lu Xiaotian. Even in his heyday, he could never catch the huge thunder and lightning that had become brighter and brighter in the air.

Lu Xiaotian stared blankly at the huge purple electricity mark in the air. At this time, he had a feeling of no hiding under the purple electricity.

Facing the unavoidable purple electricity, Lu Xiaotian's momentum rose instead of retreating, and an invisible momentum soared suddenly. Since entering Xiuxian Avenue, it has been more than 500 years, and there are more than ten life and death disasters. Lu Xiaotian never compromised more than half a point, but Lu Xiaotian will never wait to die if he has a chance to fight for it.

"Soul melting method!" Lu Xiaotian roared up to the sky and swallowed the demon Lei Yuan's spirit that he had been afraid to take. Lu Xiaotian even worried that his body would explode at any time. The incarnation of incarnation also has the limit to bear. For the combined power, the power of the God friar is like a drop in the sea. Lu Xiaotian stretched out his palm and pushed Ye Ziyu out with an irresistible force.

But even after swallowing the demon Lei Yuan's spirit, Lu Xiaotian still had a heartfelt fear of the huge purple electric mark hanging in the air above his head.

Wheezing --- a huge purple electricity fell. Yang Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Under such a huge lightning strike, let alone Lu Xiaotian is just a god changing friar. Even if he used some secret skills to forcibly improve his strength, he could never resist such a powerful lightning strike. Not even in his heyday. The blow was enough to turn his Yang wind into fly ash.

"Brother Lu!" seeing that the silver haired figure was submerged under the purple electricity, ye Ziyu felt an unprecedented panic. Ye Ziyu suddenly felt that the thin figure with silver hair seemed very familiar and familiar as engraved into his bones. Even such a panic is very familiar. It seems that it is not the first time to feel the loss of the person in front of you.