Where is the human? Qin Ming completely lost two people, as if they were not in the stadium at all and could not detect any breath. The latest and fastest update, providing free reading

At this moment, Feng Yiyun's voice floated in the woods, and it was difficult to tell the direction: "Qin Ming, come to fight!"

A brilliant rain of light suddenly appeared in front, like stars falling in the sky, sweeping towards Qin Ming. The powerful spiritual power waves roared the field and smashed all the trees. It was a bright blade, with its power of power, and it was no less than Qin Ming's offensive!

So strong! Qin Ming left behind afterimages, the magic sword was like a rainbow, dazzling, and the ancient Dayan sword shot out a series of blazing light, shattering pieces of sword rain, but... not right! The powerful sword wave seemed to be completely empty, and it had already collided with the sword curtain, but nothing happened.

This is……

phantom?

Qin Ming woke up on the spot and flew away. Who can guarantee that there is no real murderous intent hidden in the fantasy?

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough. The next moment he did not dodge, Feng Yixuan suddenly came out of the sword curtain, and the murderous aura that forced people to attack. His body was elegant and came in an instant like a terrifying fog. The flames all over his body roared and burned, and the surrounding space was twisting. He waved his sword like rain, and the sword light burned with flames, shooting Qin Ming.

Qin Ming tumbling down, neither dodging nor avoiding, and raised his sword and hit critically: "There is no trace for thousands of years, and thousands of swords break through the sky."

The fierce sword energy burst out, facing Feng Yixuan's sword technique.

Two sword tides collided strongly, and fierce clanging sounds resounded throughout the field. In an instant, it seemed like thousands of sharp swords collectively attacking, with a harsh sound dense and intense. The latest and fastest update

Feng Yixuan is very confident in his swordsmanship and has the advantage of sneak attack. After he hits the blow, he immediately wants to hit the second attack. However...

"What?" Feng Yixuan's expression changed slightly. Qin Ming's sword skills actually dispersed all the fire tides and sword tides on the spot, and hit him like a destruction.

Puff!!

Qin Ming brought the sword and rushed to Feng Yixuan's chest, picked it out from his shoulder, bringing up the bloody red blood flower.

"Ah!" Feng Yixuan groaned and retreated, quickly dodged, and disappeared into the dense forest.

The disciples of the Holy Temple frowned, a little surprised.

Qin Ming was about to pursue Feng Yixuan, but suddenly stopped in place.

Feng Yiyun appeared in front of him, pure and handsome, heroic, not beautiful, but with a sense of impulse. She smiled lightly and turned into hundreds of people, scattered everywhere in the stadium, looking at him with a smile.

Hundreds of identical beautiful girls surrounded Qin Ming. There was no doubt that those were phantoms, only one of them was Feng Yiyun's true body, and there was not even one inside.

The strange scenes reveal a strong danger.

What a powerful illusion. Although Qin Ming doesn't understand it, he can still feel the power of this martial art.

It’s a great match for a sibling, one person’s illusion, and one person’s raid. It’s a perfect match for the two to join forces.

No wonder the Holy Temple sent them to fight, it seemed that they were sure to win.

"Qin Ming, learn the martial arts of the disciples of the Holy Temple." Feng Yiyun's clear-ling voice echoed the stadium, and hundreds of people spoke collectively, with a vague voice, unable to distinguish the direction.

At the same time, Feng Yixuan's whole body was burning with flames, hiding in the dark, hiding from the illusion, like a dormant cheetah, staring at Qin Ming and ready to go. His eyes were very cold, and the sudden attack was actually counterattacked, which was a shame!

The wound was dripping blood and a stinging sting.

Wait, blood? Feng Yixuan suddenly woke up and quickly stopped the bleeding.

Qin Ming stood expressionlessly, but in fact he had already stared at Feng Yixuan's direction, the smell of blood!

"Sister!! Suppress him!!" Feng Yixuan shouted loudly and quickly retreated.

Hundreds of Feng Yiyun raised their hands and chanted loudly, echoing the whole audience. In an instant, the storm of the field changed drastically, dark clouds tumbling at high altitude, thunder and lightning rolled, the woods were uprooted, bringing out surging flames, the ground shattered, and bone-breaking cold waves, sharp swords, long swords, lightning, flames, ice, etc., and various dangers spread rapidly, as if hundreds of warriors were performing martial arts!

The rumbling thunder was deafening, the dazzling sword light cut through the void, the endless fire burned the sky red, and the large area of ​​spiritual power was as bright as a meteor...

Countless phantoms appeared in the stadium, with great momentum, as if a war was going on.

These illusions not only presented to Qin Ming, but also to everyone watching the battle. Even the disciples of the Holy Temple couldn't help but become nervous, as if the real battlefield was covering them, and the terrible power was about to sweep the entire audience.

The terrifying offensive was like a surging river, like a sea of ​​fire surging, and the stadium seemed to be completely destroyed, with a huge momentum, as if it was real or illusory, and it was difficult to distinguish.

Tuwei and others were moved and almost affected by the illusion.

Qin Ming was going to completely ignore the illusion and wait for Feng Yixuan's attack, but the hurricane that was pouring towards him suddenly lifted him away, which was really lifted back, hitting him with blood. A mouthful of blood almost spurted out, and he forced him to force him back.

This is Feng Yiyun’s real martial arts! She can create illusions and launch real attacks. The fusion of illusions and offensives is the basis for her to become a disciple in the inner temple of the Holy Church.

Qin Ming opened the spiritual shield, covering his body, and was ready for battle. He danced with long hair and stood proudly, but the ancient sword in his hand roared fiercely, as if he could not suppress its killing power. The overwhelming illusion drowned him, and the real ones could not distinguish the falsehood. People who were not strong enough to stand might have lost their footsteps.

The scene in the stadium was chaotic, and everyone outside the field held their breath and focused, nervous about the battle situation.

Although it was not as popular as when fighting Wei Changkong, it had alternative dangers and tensions.

Feng Yiyun and Feng Yixuan's brothers cooperated very well. They did not need to exchange eyes, and they could determine each other's goals with simple actions.

Feng Yixuan locked on Qin Ming and launched a raid like a cheetah. At the same time, Feng Yiyun strengthened the control of the illusion and overwhelmed Qin Ming.

"Here you come!" Qin Ming's aura was as deep as water and smelled a faint smell of blood. He attacked in an instant, and his whole person turned into a beam of light and rushed forward, aiming directly at Feng Yixuan who was rushing forward.

At this moment, dozens of lightning and lightning intertwined and struck Qin Ming, and even a burning fire spread over the sky, trying to stop his progress. The terrifying sword rain came one after another, which was an illusion, but extremely thrilling.

Qin Ming was completely fearless and took the danger. He was even more sure of his judgment. Feng Yiyun was pretending to be Feng Yixuan, Feng Feng Yixuan... right in front. Qin Ming violently penetrated and blocked heavily. At this moment, a hurricane shrouded and rushed out from the depths of the illusion, thick and wild, and a terrifying blade formed around the hurricane. Qin Ming roared, and a surging thunder tide exploded all over his body: "Thunderstorm and thunder!"

Thunder and lightning were raging, and the thunder whip danced wildly, shattering the hurricane violently. Accompanied by loud noises, the thunder and lightning were out of control and flying. Qin Ming's offensive continued to fight, and he fought out with one sword and rushed to Feng Yixuan.

"Qin Ming, die!" Feng Yixuan's eyes were as bright as stars, and the sword force was coming in full force. At this moment, the sword force suddenly rose, forming a sword rain all over the sky, and like a rushing river, rushing towards Qin Ming. Each sword light was burning with flames, the sword energy and flames blended, and the sharpness and violence merged to form a powerful current of destruction. He was confident and locked in the battle with one blow.

"Okay!" The disciples of the Holy Temple saw it carefully, cooperated brilliantly, and grasped the timing very well.

However……

Qin Ming was not afraid or afraid, but instead launched a surprise attack before Feng Yixuan.

"The clouds are deep and the fog is deep, and the waves are terrifying and the dragon is angry."

The ancient sword of Dayan blew out the sword shadows all over the sky, and the sword lights were stacked and continuously pounced on it, as if it was suddenly waving, with a very amazing momentum. The surrounding trees were shattered in pieces and torn into pieces by the sword energy. The nine-level sword tide, the nine-level critical strike, and in the chaos, Qin Ming suddenly came out, like a fish leaping on the dragon gate, with a sudden surge. A little sword light quickly magnified Feng Yixuan's sight, which was red and dazzling, and the surge in sword tide made people creepy.

There is no room for maneuver in the instantaneous changes.

clang!!

The Dayan ancient sword collided point-to-point with the fire sword in Feng Yixuan's hand. A harsh sound was shattered, and the fire sword was broken into pieces. The Dayan ancient sword was intact and his killing momentum was not diminished. It wiped his neck and took out a bloody bloodline. The scattered sword tide drowned him, blew up the sky of blood, and drove him away on the spot.

"Stop!" The disciples of the Holy Clan stood up in shock, as if they saw Qin Ming killing him.

The elders of the Holy Temple frowned slightly, with such strong sword force and precise control! Qin Ming could actually seize the opportunity in endless illusions, and could also attack and control the direction of the sword with a dangerous attack, brushing Feng Yixuan's neck, and not really penetrate it.
Chapter completed!