Luo Yan's eyelids jumped madly. He knew the power of his illusion. Although he could deal with it, he was caught off guard. He was very embarrassed.
A heartbroken and lung pain transmits the whole body, which is derived from his soul origin. There is a somewhat fragile soul. There is almost a crack. The evil forces in the body have lost control.
A large.
"Damn!"
In Luo Yan's eyes, there was a terrible chill. I never expected that, as a hegemon of the evil way five thousand years ago, the vertical and horizontal party actually suffered a big loss in the illusion!
"What a powerful illusion!"
Mu Yanxue was frightened, took a deep breath, patted his chest.
If there were not, Ling Feng awakened her mind, she was afraid she would have already had the way of that Luo Yan at this moment.
Rao is so, Mu Yanxue has also been affected by some illusion.
"Rest assured, any illusion, in front of me, it is not worth mentioning."
Ling Feng didn't say a lot. With his colorful war soul, coupled with the eyes of the emperor, he knew everything. Even if Na Luo was a magic master of a thousand years ago. If he wanted to deal with Ling Feng, he was still not enough.
At this moment, behind Ling Feng, there was a splendid colorful glow, the colorful war soul sacrificed, the colorful light flickered, shrouded the whole body.
Bang!
The dark crows disappeared into the field of vision.
The so -called illusion is actually an illusion of spirit.
However, because of this, illusion can deal with stronger opponents than yourself, but the same, it may not be able to deal with people who are lower than themselves.
Ling Feng belongs to the latter.
Although he has not reached his ancestor, with the colorful war soul, even if Luo Yan is helpless.
At the same time, the battle between the eight -blade devil and Ye Weiyang has reached the degree of heat. With the sword in his hand, Ye Weiyang resisted the eight spider spears of the Eight Blade Demon Boys, but it was more than ease.
However, he wanted to cross the Eight -Blade Demon Boy and attack the Silent Evil King, but it was impossible.
The eight -blade devil, who can not take the night for a long time, is even more angry, and the shot is a bit more ruthless.
"Evil!"
When Luo Yan saw his own illusion, he couldn't help him at all. He could only hate: "This kid is not easy to deal with, you have to shoot!"
The evil hand, Mo Luo, grinned, his attention was originally put on Ye Weiyang's body, but seeing that Ling Feng could completely immune to Luo Yan's illusion, he suddenly became interested in Ling Feng.
"It seems, our old guys, after thousands of years of sleeping, this world has indeed been born some interesting juniors!"
The evil hand, the dark smoke, the dark smoke rolled, and the black mist, condensed a thick arm, connected together, as if a monster with thousands of arms.
Ling Feng took a deep breath, his face was a little dignified.
It seemed to feel the dignity of Ling Feng's heart. Mu Yixue tightly tightened Ling Feng's palm. Mei eyes looked at Ling Feng. Although there was no opening, Ling Feng knew what she meant.
In any case, let's face it together!
Ling Feng smiled lightly, feeling the Jiuli Shenhuo from Mu Yanxue's palm.
The flames in the two people are combined together, which also allows them to have strong people who have dominated by these thousands of years ago, a higher capital.
Anyway, Mu Yanxue is also the same as Ye Weiyang.
"boom!"
Under Lingfeng's bear fighting spirit, the flames of the two have grown a little bit. The originally sluggish dragon, who was already a bit sluggish, also rearranged up.
Zong Yan and Catslus are the strong atmosphere of the evil pets by the evil players, which is pressed into the corner.
They never expected that as ten blades, one day, they had to stand behind the companions.
Moreover, there is almost no room for resistance.
Indeed, they are all among the Xuanling continent, one of the two Tianjiao martial arts, but unfortunately, this time they encountered the top strong men who were five thousand years ago, and they were the top strong ones.
Perhaps let them grow for hundreds of years before they can have a higher capital with these strong men.
"die!"
The evil hand and the laughable, the arms condensed by countless evil spirits spread quickly, continued to extend, and wrapped up towards Ling Feng and Mu Yixue.
At the end of the arm, the blade flashed, and the evil gas condensed a handle of the arc blade, flying out, gathered together, the blade wheel turns, like a meat grinder, rotating at high speed, towards Ling Feng's skull
Turned it.
clang!
Ling Feng held all the ten squares, used it with one heart, while manipulating the fire dragon formed by the fusion fire, blocking those evil spirits, and at the same time waving all the dozen parties, guarding the whole body of himself and Mu Yanxue.
The wheel of evil spirits stirred up, Ling Feng only felt that his neck was cold, and he had not touched. The blood in his body seemed to be sprayed out of the blood vessels.
Take a deep breath, Ling Feng sank into the state of the day in the court of God.
After looking at the night of the "sword -free sword" realm at a close range, Ling Feng also benefited a lot, and at the speed of an enlightenment, the essence of the "sword -free sword" was quickly understood.
Then, then
He is like a sponge, and in a short period of time, he has already filled a lot of seawater.
At this moment, it was the moment he confirmed.
clang!
There was a loud noise, Ling Feng came out with a sword, there was no fancy, but it was not bad. He just hit the core of the knife wheel.
Click!
Then, under a sword of Lingfeng, the knife wheel was broken and turned into countless knives, flying away.
Ling Feng's hand was destroyed, and he took a look at the momentum.
For a moment, there were thousands of evil spirits, all of which were scratched, turned into rolling black smoke, and it was scattered.
His sword has initially had a little charm of the blade of the night god of night!
"hiss!"
Seeing this scene, Zong Yan and catkins have a shocking color in the eyes.
Although they are far from reaching the level of sword -free sword, they have not seen pork running before they have eaten pork?
Ling Feng's sword was looking for a little shadow!
And this is what they have practiced for decades and never achieved it!
"What a terrible understanding!"
Zong Yan swallowed his spit, "This is also Ling Feng's brother who has not reached his ancestors. If he reaches his ancestors, he is afraid ..."
"Another night god!"
Liu Su and Zong Yan looked at each other and said slowly.
"No." Zong Yan shook her head, "The Blade of Ling's Blade, named Shifang, is destroyed.
"..."
The corner of the liuke's mouth twitched slightly a few times. Ye Weiyang was called "Night God", and Ling Feng would be "destroying the gods".