Fortunately, Ye Fan can be regarded as a long-standing person, so he quickly calmed down and tried hard to think of a solution.
"Since you can't find you, I'll just give you a knife and see how you can show off your might."
In desperation, Ye Fan had to use this most direct and helpless method.
The long halberd in his hand shook, and the sharp blade also made a low sound like a long sword. Then, Ye Fan did not retreat but advanced, and plunged into the siege of more than a dozen "Mo Lings".
"Dangdang." A series of metallic crossing sounds sounded. Ye Fan waved the long halberd in his hand, opening and closing like a war god in the crowd. Each shot down could poke a phantom away. Of course, this seems to be
The powerful fight actually cost a lot of money. In just a short while, more than ten wounds of different sizes were added to Ye Fan's body.
Mo Ling, who was hiding in the phantom, would rush forward with the cover of the phantom and stab Ye Fan with a sword. And the phantom that was killed by Ye Fan was also quickly
He added up, and the number has never changed significantly.
In the phantom, Ye Fan slapped a phantom and then raised his head and glanced around him. A pale face couldn't help but rise.
"This Phantom Stream Slash is indeed a bit tricky!"
As the murmuring fell, Ye Fan raised his long halberd again, and the sharp blade shot towards the surrounding several remaining shadows like an arrow.
"Puff puff puff."
After a series of light sounds, several afterimages were successfully cut into nothingness by Ye Fan, and the price was that his left arm was once again hiding a blood hole by Mo Ling, who was hiding in the dark.
The phantom was about to disperse, and Ye Fan took advantage of the opportunity to break out of the siege. After several consumptions, his strength was also consumed a lot. For the sake of the present, he had to break out of the siege first and then think about a solution to the problem.
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"Puff." Another halberd slapped the forehead of a afterimage, and the afterimage, who was only about five or sixth level of foundation building, also followed in the footsteps of dissipating.
The afterimage dissipated, and the Luoyun Ji still stood straight in the air. A flash of inspiration in Ye Fan's mind, and then his eyes were staring at the place where the afterimage dissipated.
How realistic these afterimages are only created by Mo Ling using secret techniques and the mysterious energy in his body, so these afterimages must not have soul aura. On the contrary, the one with soul aura must be Mo Ling's original body.
After thinking through this layer, Ye Fan felt a sudden feeling of pushing away the thick fog. Then hesitated no longer. In his mind, a purple soul-body hand broke through the sea of consciousness, and then spread it on the ring.
An invisible big net.
This is the first time Ye Fan used his soul power in a battle, and the effect made him overjoyed. Wherever his soul power passed, every move of "Mo Ling" around him was clearly fed back to Ye Fan's mind. Not only that,
Even the slight fluctuations in Mo Ling's soul could not escape this keen perception.
The miraculous effects received by the power of the soul made Ye Fan quickly notice the location of Mo Ling's true body. At that moment, the long halberd in his hand suddenly burst out to the left, and the mysterious energy in his body also surged all at this moment.
When he reached the long halberd, the fierce aura was so horrifying that Mo Ling in the dark that his hair stood up a little.
However, he did not expect that Ye Fan had seen through this Phantom Flowing Light Slash. After all, there was no soul master in this Yang City. Even if someone could crack this martial arts, he would use brute force to directly remove all the remnants.
The shadows shattered together.
The halberd blade attacked, Mo Ling quickly turned to the side, and then stepped on his feet and changed his shape several directions before he could barely avoid the attack and hid in the dark. Mo Ling wiped his forehead.
Sweat, the attack just now, if he hadn't reacted faster, I would have been more inauspicious at this time.
Seeing Mo Ling ten meters away, Ye Fan sneered in his heart. After swaying his halberd and scattering two piercing shadows, the sharp halberd blade still stabbed Mo Ling unbiasedly.
The majestic mysterious energy spread out, and the sharp halberd flashed with a cold luster. It had already slashed to Mo Ling's chest in just breathing. The indomitable momentum of the winding in the attack made the latter's heart.
It is tightly contracted.
"Damn it, I've been discovered."
If something goes wrong, there will be a demon. Ye Fan can accurately lock Mo Ling's true body twice in a row. If the latter is still unaware of it, he will feel a little ashamed of the name of a genius.
After the method was discovered, Mo Ling simply took back the dozens of afterimage clones around him. These afterimages were no longer threatening Ye Fan at this time, and they also consumed a lot of Mo Ling's mysterious energy in vain. Instead, it would be better to take them all back.
It can also restore Mo Ling's strength to the peak.
The afterimage clones around lost the support of the mysterious energy and dissipated one after another. Looking at the only Mo Ling on the ring, Ye Fan's offensive remained unchanged, but he smiled and said, "Brother Mo Ling's martial arts skills."
It's really mysterious. Fortunately, I have some solutions, otherwise I might suffer a big loss."
Upon hearing this, Mo Ling's expression was slightly bitter. He had lost the greatest support and thought that winning was already extremely slim.