"Cut!" Under Dao Hanling's tender cry, the giant sword slashed down hard. A powerful aura locked Feng Fan, as if he would not stop until Feng Fan was killed. Feng Fan made a seal with one hand.
, the body instantly moved several feet to the side, dodging the attack of the giant sword.
With a "boom", the giant sword slashed hard at the place where Feng Fan was standing. A deep pit immediately appeared on the ground of the arena, splashing countless stone powder. The sixteen flying swords spread out the moment they hit the arena, deep into the ground.
The earth is embedded in the earth.
Dao Hanling panted lightly, the attack just now consumed a lot of money. Feng Fan looked at Dao Hanling calmly, showing a relaxed and carefree expression. Dao Hanling made a move with both hands, and the sixteen flying swords were struck by him.
Withdrew it. Dao Hanling pinched a spell with both hands. Violent fluctuations surged around him, and the space seemed to become extremely unstable.
When Feng Fan was wondering, he suddenly felt that the scene in front of him had changed dramatically. The original playing field had disappeared, and was surrounded by a green grassland. Feng Fan looked at it intently, and saw a beautiful woman standing a few feet in front of him. "Yun Shang!
" Feng Fan murmured in his mouth, staring at the woman who was as beautiful as a fairy, with a little fascination on his face.
"No, this is an illusion!" Looking at the woman who looked and smelled exactly like Duan Yunshang slowly approaching him, Feng Fan suddenly felt a sense of clarity in his mind, and he suddenly became sober.
"Go!" Feng Fan whispered, and the blood ax struck the woman opposite him in the air. A powerful killing intent enveloped her, and the airflow in the surrounding space surged, as if he was frightened by the powerful pressure of the blood ax.
Feng Fan's judgment was extremely accurate. The woman opposite Duan Yunshang who had exactly the same face was transformed by Dao Hanling. As a peak-level monk in the middle stage of Dacheng, Dao Hanling had practiced the art of charm and was able to perform a technique called "Little Wuji".
Illusion spell. Although this spell does not reach the level of a super-level spell, it is infinitely close to a super-level spell.
After casting this spell, opponents whose cultivation is one level or less higher than the caster can be brought into the illusion. When being in this illusion with the opponent, Dao Hanling's strength will increase by half a level, and
The opponent's strength will drop by half a level.
The reason why the Dao family sent this person in the second game was because Dao Hanling obtained and practiced this kind of magic by chance, so he was considered a leader among the Dao family monks in the middle stage of Dacheng.
Seeing that his opponent had seen through his illusion and launched a fierce attack on himself, Dao Hanling was startled at first, then waved his right hand with a sneer on his face, and a silver-white flying sword shot out and rushed towards the blood axe.
There was a loud "clang" sound, and the seemingly huge blood ax was unable to fall under the obstruction of a flying sword that was only one foot long. "Dao Hanling was actually able to exert a strength equivalent to that of an initial-level monk in the late Dacheng period!" Using divine consciousness
Sweeping the silver-white flying sword, Feng Fan had already judged Dao Hanling's strength at this time from the aura emanating from the special magic weapon.
"If you give up now, I will save you from the humiliation! After all, you can only exert the strength equivalent to the peak level monk in the middle stage of Dacheng." Dao Hanling said to Feng Fan's spiritual consciousness with a contemptuous expression.
"Go to hell!" Feng Fan replied, and then he poured a huge amount of true energy into the blood axe, stubbornly resisting the counterattack of the silver flying sword. In fact, if Feng Fan exerted the strength equivalent to the initial level of a monk in the early stage of perfection at this time,
This illusion will be broken immediately, thereby defeating the small Wuji illusion. But firstly, Feng Fan does not know this, and secondly, even if he knew, Feng Fan would not be able to behave in such a shocking way.
"The situation in the arena is actually reversed? Dao Hanling's ability is half a level higher than that of Brother Cheng!" Nan Yifeng, who was watching the competition, said to Nan Peibai's spiritual consciousness with some doubts.
Although what the other monks saw at this time was still the scene on the playing field, the auras exuded by the two people changed greatly, and all the monks could feel it.
"Yes, the 'Small Promise Illusion Technique' cast by Dao Hanling is a very close to super-level spell. After casting this spell, it can bring opponents whose cultivation is one level or less higher than the caster into an illusion.
When in this illusion with the opponent, the strength of the person who casts this spell will increase by half a level, while the opponent's strength will drop by half a level. So now the strongest strength that Cheng Haoxuan can exert has dropped by half.
level, but the strongest strength that Dao Hanling can exert has increased by half a level, so Cheng Haoxuan is actually weaker than Dao Hanling." Nan Peibai replied with a frown.
"Yun Shang..." Nan Yifeng suddenly recalled the name Feng Fan had called out when he was obsessed with her, and silently recited it several times in his mind. "Could this be the name of Brother Cheng's beloved woman?
"A strange feeling arose in Nan Yifeng's heart. A few months ago, Nan Yifeng was prepared to offer her body to Feng Fan in order to allow Feng Fan to participate in the competition, but was rejected by Feng Fan on the grounds that he had a loved one.
At this time, Nan Yifeng couldn't calm down when he heard Feng Fan say this name.
The scene around Feng Fan changed, and the vast grasslands around him disappeared without a trace, turning into an endless desert. The scorching sun hung high in the sky, scorching the earth, and there was the sound of crackling sand and gravel on the ground.
Dao Hanling pointed at the sky tomorrow, and a bright red light shot out from the tomorrow. Dao Hanling raised one hand, and the flying sword soared into the sky. The bright light directly hit the flying sword, and the flying sword flew into the sky.
Suddenly a raging fire ignited, and began to rise rapidly until it turned into a giant sword several feet long. The giant sword spit out tongues of fire, like a monster from ancient times.
"Cut!" Dao Hanling shouted loudly, and the giant sword carried a monstrous heat and slashed hard at Feng Fan. Feng Fan waved at the blood axe, and the blood ax was put away. Feng Fan struck with one hand.
Lifting up, the black tortoise shell emerged, and it suddenly emitted a light green brilliance. Countless strange runes jumped out, and suddenly a green light array formed on the surface of the tortoise shell. Then it rose into the sky and rushed towards the fallen giant sword.
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With a "boom", the giant sword slashed hard on the light array on the surface of the black tortoise shell. The green light array ignited a raging fire, and countless tongues of flames moved, covering the entire light array. "Chichichichichi...
..." the sound came out, the light array continued to shrink, its color gradually dimmed, and it seemed to be melting.
With a "clang" sound, under the burning flames, the green light array on the surface of the black tortoise shell finally collapsed, and the giant sword and its body slashed hard on the black tortoise shell, making a huge sound. A fire ignited on the surface of the black tortoise shell,
Waves of heat swarmed towards Feng Fan through the ancient treasure, and the surrounding air seemed to be about to boil.
Feng Fan waved his hands, and as countless water-attributed five-element Xuanmeng true essences emitted, the Xuangui shell seemed to be greeted by sweet rain after a long drought. The blazing heat on the surface continued to diminish, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply.
Under the control of Dao Hanling, the giant sword filled with fire launched countless attacks on the black turtle shell. After dozens of breaths, the black turtle shell was still stubbornly blocking the wild attack of the giant sword.
Dao Hanling waved with one hand, and countless sharp thorns suddenly shot out from the sand and pierced Feng Fan. Feng Fan rose into the air, and then his mind moved, and the black tortoise shell suddenly changed direction and flew towards Feng Fan's feet. "Crack, crack, crack.
..." Countless voices came out, and the spikes were all blocked by the black tortoise shell.
The fire sword lost the blockage of the black tortoise shell and fell towards Feng Fan. Feng Fan raised one hand and a small purple sword rose into the sky. The purple electric sword surged in the wind, and dazzling purple lights swarmed out, some of which were purple.
The light instantly turned into countless purple arcs, dancing mottled around the sword body.
There was a loud "boom", and the purple electric sword collided with the huge fire sword that fell off. Countless purple electric lights danced, mixed with red tongues of fire. The two ancient treasures were entangled together, fighting fiercely.
Encountering Dao Hanling's constant attack, Feng Fan's heart surged with boundless anger. As he waved his hand, a white light group took shape. Feng Fan flicked his hand, and the light group shot out. In the void, the light group dispersed.
It opened and turned into countless ice spikes. The ice spikes surged in the wind and turned into countless ice cones, overwhelmingly sweeping towards Dao Hanling.
Daohan Lingyu waved his hand, and a light cyan light curtain appeared in front of him. "Chichichichichi..." Countless muffled sounds came out. At this time, Dao Han was able to exert a strength half a level higher than Feng Fan.
The defense transformed by Han Ling only trembled a few times under the attack of countless ice picks, and then calmed down, seeming to have an invincible aura.
Feng Fan waved with one hand, and he skillfully performed the ice cone technique round after round. Although Feng Fan's strength at this time was half a level lower than Dao Hanling, facing Dao Hanling's control of the fire sword
and sharp spikes, Feng Fan also desperately used the ice cone technique to fight back, which shocked Dao Hanling. Feng Fan was able to launch additional attacks on himself under his two attacks, which made Dao Hanling
He was amazed at the power of Feng Fan's spiritual consciousness.
Not only that, although Dao Hanling's small infinite illusion spell can exert great power, it consumes a lot of real energy and spiritual consciousness, so this kind of emission cannot last long. Especially when Dao Hanling not only casts this spell at this time,
Moreover, he also launched two attacks and formed a defense against Feng Fan in the illusion, so his true energy and spiritual consciousness were consumed even more.
Dao Hanling pointed at the sand and the fire sword in the air, and the two attacks suddenly stopped. Dao Hanling injected his true energy into the light curtain in front of him with one hand, thus resisting Feng Fan's round after round of madness.
Attack, and at the same time, the body keeps retreating rapidly.
While retreating, Dao Hanling kept pinching the magic weapon with his other hand. Under the pull of his magic weapon, the scorching sun in the sky suddenly expanded, as if it was about to explode. The endless heat sprayed down, seeming to destroy everything.
Roasted.
The scorching sun trembled fiercely, and countless fire rains rained down densely towards Feng Fan. Because of its huge range, it was impossible for Feng Fan to escape from this huge disaster-like attack even if he used teleportation.