Chapter one hundred and eighty seventh strong wind
Bai Muqing's natural illusion is very clever. It just shows a picture to others, but it makes people involuntarily affected.
It is much more subtle than Bai Wanying's forced influence.
Feng Feiyang's heart is hesitating and wandering. It is difficult to suppress the longing for this kind of life in his heart.
Suddenly, a big dog appeared in the picture and pounced on a group of chickens that were leisurely looking for food. The chickens fled in all directions. This picture touched Feng Feiyang, and he instantly strengthened his heart.
Smiling gracefully, he said softly: "A peaceful life must be guarded by a strong person. In order to have such a life, I am willing to live outside of peace."
Determination and domineering surged in his body, and he strode towards the people who were still enjoying themselves. This was an illusion. These were all imagined by Bai Muqing. There must be hidden hidden motives that were detrimental to him. He wanted to
Get rid of it.
The aura on his body was incompatible with the peaceful atmosphere here. As he got closer and closer to the crowd, the peaceful people felt it. The young and powerful men put down their work, and some people began to warn Feng Feiyang not to approach them.
But Feng Feiyang remained unmoved and continued to move forward. The young men and women grabbed the farm tools in their hands, ran towards him, and hit him with their farm tools.
Feng Feiyang's Origin Qi shook slightly, and the peasants who attacked were shattered.
People in the distance first panicked, and then ran towards this side angrily. They wanted to protect their peaceful lives, while the old people covered their children behind them.
Just like before, those who attacked again were reduced to nothing.
Feng Feiyang continued to move forward, convinced that Bai Muqing's killer move must be hidden among these people.
The old people were retreating and the children were crying. The people watching the battle sympathized with these old, weak, sick and disabled villagers, and even thought that Feng Feiyang was too cruel, how could he attack these old people and children.
They were affected by the illusion in front of them. Although they could clearly see everything on the stage, including Bai Muqing and Feng Feiyang, they still felt that it was a real world.
This is the brilliance of Bai Muqing. It was clearly his illusion, and people can see clearly that it was influenced by him.
The old people and children had no retreat, and their eyes were full of despair. Despair turned into strength, and they all rushed toward Fengfeifang, crying. Some old people and children kept falling down while they were still rushing.
The hearts of those watching the battle were twitching, and some even shouted, scolding Feng Feiyang for being too cruel. Both humans and animal spirits were angered by Feng Feiyang's cruel methods.
Feng Feiyang did not take action against these old people and children and allowed them to be beaten and kicked.
His consciousness has always been locked on these young people, and he has always firmly believed that Bai Muqing's killer move must be hidden among these young people.
Bai Muqing must know that he is not in an illusion. If this illusion only affects him, he would have
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It has lost its due function, and the illusion should be withdrawn. But the illusion is still running, and there must be a killer move hidden there.
Suddenly, at the end, a little kid who was babbling and stumbling fluttered his hands in the wind, and a ray of white light hit Feng Fei's face. Sure enough.
Feng Feiyang smiled without any panic. He had expected this and stamped his right foot on the ground.
"The wind is blowing"
He softly called out the name of his technique. A whirlwind formed around him, slowly spinning around him. The white light emitted by the sneak attack child disappeared without a trace after hitting the whirlwind.
No trace.
The cyclone was still expanding, and the speed of rotation was also increasing, driving the surrounding air. The old people and children who were close to him were staggered and staggered by the wind.
The cyclone was still strengthening and expanding. Some old people and children were picked up by the cyclone and were spinning in the air.
Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves was heard in the distance. Hundreds of war horses rushed from all around. The men on the horses were waving their weapons and shouting, and various skills were flying towards the wind to attack.
"Finally here." Feng Fei raised his arms and stretched out his arms. The whirlwind immediately started to spin violently, and the elderly and children around him were instantly involved in it.
It was minced into pieces by the whirlwind, and the attacking skills were also shattered. The whirlwind was expanding, and the war horses were approaching.
Most of the people watching the battle could not see the attacks of the war horses and the people on them. In their eyes, the scene was still the same. They only saw Feng Feiyang increasing the power of the whirlwind, tearing apart the old warriors who had no strength to restrain the chicken.
Weak, sick, and disabled. He didn't even see the kid who attacked Feng Feiyang attacking Feng Feiyang.
They were angered by Feng Feiyang's cruel approach, and some of them were yelling.
"Feng Feiyang, you are still not human."
"Despicable, shameless."
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They were all infected, and the compassion in their hearts was completely aroused, and they criticized Feng Feiyang with words and writings.
What's worse, some people want to fly up to the battle platform, fight against Feng Feiyang, and teach this cruel guy a lesson. If those who are not affected by it don't hold up the air mask in time, there will be many people rushing onto the battle platform.
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But Feng Feiyang in the field could clearly hear these people's condemnation of him, and he was also shocked. The power of Bai Muqing's illusion was indeed unique.
He not only uses illusions to influence himself, but also uses the people around him to influence him again. The things around him are used by him to have his own characteristics.
Feng Feiyang was surrounded by war horses, but those who watched the battle saw another group of old, weak, sick, and disabled people, and they were even more miserable than the previous group. The old people were holding crutches, and some children were still crawling on the ground. But the whirlwind was still there.
Rotating, everything that the whirlwind passed by was turned into minced meat, and the clothes in pieces were spinning with the whirlwind.
The people watching the battle were already a little crazy. They took out their weapons and cursed, their eyes were blood red and they wanted to tear Feng Feiyang into pieces.
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Everyone has their own weak side. Seeing these helpless old people and children being slaughtered by Feng Fei Yang, the tenderness in their hearts is aroused. People's kind emotions are aroused to the extreme. You can imagine how powerful this illusion is.
"It's time to end. If I continue, I will be beaten to death by a group of people." Feng Feiyang listened to the scoldings around him and looked at everyone's actions. He didn't dare to wait any longer.
If those people really lose control, he is really in danger of being beaten to death by a group. This Bai Muqing is really powerful. He doesn't have to do anything himself, everything around him becomes his killing tool.
"The strong wind took away all the illusions and returned me to my original reality."
"The wind is blowing"
The power of the whirlwind suddenly increased a hundred times in the wind's singing, and people who were attacking from all directions could not help but be swept into the whirlwind. Even the green mountains, green waters, flowers, plants and trees were swept up by the whirlwind.
The surrounding area was turned into a wilderness by the cyclone, and the original paradise scenery was gone, replaced by desolation and chaos everywhere.
With the wind flying and shouting, the hurricane swept away the ice cubes that Bai Muqing had arranged around the fighting platform. Everything on the field was gone. The paradise and the mess everywhere disappeared.
There were still only two people on the stage, Feng Feiyang and Bai Muqing. But Bai Muqing looked pale at this moment. This unique illusion took a lot of energy from him.
The scene in the field suddenly disappeared, and the humans and animal spirits who were originally extremely excited could not accept it for a while and were stunned.
After a while, they realized that what they had just seen was Bai Muqing's illusion, which seemed real and illusory. Some people still couldn't tell whether what they just saw was real or not, which ones were real.
"Brother Feng is indeed amazing. I admire you. I wonder if Brother Feng can tell me what caused you to be almost unaffected." He knew that there were almost no flaws in his illusions. They were all the breath of real life. Even
The big dog attacking the chickens is also a common scene in life.
He really didn't know why the illusion technique he was so proud of didn't have much effect on Feng Feiyang.
"Too much is too much, your illusion is too perfect. Isn't too perfect a flaw?" Feng Feiyang said with a smile.
Bai Muqing was stunned, and Feng Feiyang's words hit the point, "Yes, I pursue perfection too much, but it exposes my biggest flaws. Thank you Brother Feng for your advice, I will admit defeat."
Both of them are talented people. Bai Muqing's illusion skills can be said to be extremely brilliant. He uses both internal and external factors to combine illusions with reality, creating a unique experience.
However, Feng Feiyang had such experience at a young age, and his whirlwind was extremely powerful, and his understanding of Shui Yuan Qi reached an extremely high level.
Wind is caused by the heat and cold of water vapor. His ability to control the water source energy is very impressive. He has been praised by the powerful practitioners here, especially those who are not affected by illusions. They are very optimistic about this eighteen-year-old man.