Under the Sword Qi, the images from the Shifting Mirror were continuously shattered by the Sword Qi. Yang Feng frowned. If the situation continued, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to do anything to his opponent even if he used up all his magic power. Instead of focusing on these images, he might as well think about how to break this illusion!
Yang Feng was a Divine Illusionary Stage expert after all. He quickly found the crux of the problem. Although this illusionary realm wasn't simple, it was a Deity Transformation cultivator, so there was bound to be a limit to how much magic power it could withstand. Although this would consume a lot of magic power for nothing, he couldn't care less about the current situation.
The dozen or so Sword Embryos suddenly merged together in the middle. Then, they rose into the air at a speed visible to the naked eye. Wherever they rose, they formed a huge sword-shaped light shadow.
"Slash!" The huge sword-shaped light shadow trembled. A huge flying sword more than ten feet long cut through the void and slashed into the illusion. It seemed to leave no trace, but in reality, it had already caused the entire illusion to shake. Before this sword shadow was extinguished, another flying sword of similar size suddenly flew out in succession.
After receiving four or five attacks in succession, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the entire illusion.
"Kacha …" Like a mirror, the illusion shattered layer by layer.
Lu Xiaotian grabbed the illusory realm and retreated.
"Want to leave?" Ji Feng coldly snorted. He had spent a lot of effort to break this damned illusion. How could he let Lu Xiaotian leave so easily? However, he had to admit that Lu Xiaotian had stepped on the perfect spot. Just now, he had broken the illusion when his old strength had been exhausted, and there were no signs of new strength being born. His reaction was inevitably half a beat slower. However, it wasn't that easy to completely get rid of his attack.
The huge sword shadow flew out again. A flying sword slashed towards Lu Xiaotian with a gust of wind.
Lu Xiaotian naturally didn't dare to take Yang Feng's Sword Qi head-on. Although the Sky Piercer didn't increase his attack power, its ability to resist attacks was many times stronger than Lu Xiaotian's body.
"Desolate Sky Style!" The Sky Piercer raised. It was as if the sky had collapsed and landed on the flying sword. Buzz. Two completely different powerful forces collided. Immediately, scale-like ripples appeared in the surrounding space. The shockwave formed a huge hurricane that blew in all directions.
In the end, the Wood Spirit Essence that Lu Xiaotian had devoured was still not enough to contend against Yang Feng. Although Yang Feng was injured, Lu Xiaotian himself was also badly injured. Under the immense pressure, before the huge flying sword of light had completely dissipated, the Sky Piercer was already unable to withstand it and was knocked away.
Whoosh! An ethereal and graceful flying sword slashed down. It was Ye Ziyu, who had helped Lu Xiaotian block Yang Feng's remaining attack. Ye Ziyu grabbed Lu Xiaotian's hand and threw out three fiery red beads at the same time.
Just as Yang Feng was about to give chase, the three fiery red beads suddenly exploded into flame pillars that blotted the sky. The monstrous flame waves rolled Yang Feng up and sent him flying several hundred feet away, turning the surrounding forest into a sea of fire in an instant.
Yang Feng waved his sleeve, and the sea of fire in front of him surged with layers of flame waves. The flames were monstrous. However, Lu Xiaotian and Ye Ziyu had already mounted the Black Hawk Puppet and disappeared into the horizon, leaving behind only a small black dot.
Yang Feng's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water. His body flashed, and he once again turned into a sword embryo and chased after them.
The two sides once again fled and chased after each other. They fled for about three hundred miles. The two sides once again fought fiercely on a mountain ridge. In the last battle, the illusion mirror had been slightly damaged, but it could still be used. However, last time, in order to exhaust Yang Feng's strength as much as possible, Lu Xiaotian's own transcendence energy had been greatly depleted. He was no longer able to use the previous illusion to trap Yang Feng again.
At this time, besides the Demonic Beast Spirit Essences that he had collected in the past, there was no other hope. Although Ye Ziyu had many escape methods, in the face of the crazed Yang Feng, they were of no use. Moreover, Ye Ziyu had no intention of abandoning Lu Xiaotian.
The two sides fought fiercely. Lu Xiaotian's body was once again covered with several deep sword wounds, one of which almost injured Lu Xiaotian's heart meridian. On Ye Ziyu's shoulder and back, there were two sinister sword wounds, and fresh blood stained her clothes. However, Yang Feng was also not in a good condition. Lu Xiaotian's Sky Piercer had once again cut off a small piece of flesh from his body. His entire body was in a sorry state, and he looked as sinister as a devil.
Similarly, Lu Xiaotian and Ye Ziyu used a few Infernal Blast Beads to break away from Yang Feng's attack. Once again, they wanted to rely on the Black Hawk Puppet to break away from Yang Feng. At this time, Yang Feng clenched his teeth, as if he had made some kind of decision. He suddenly raised his hand, and a purple remnant talisman appeared. There was a purple lightning bolt on the talisman.
Yang Feng's face suddenly flushed red, and he vomited a mouthful of blood essence onto the purple remnant talisman. The purple lightning mark on the purple remnant talisman suddenly lit up. A faint purple light appeared in the sky, and the power of thunder and lightning in the surrounding sky madly surged towards the purple lightning.
"How can this be?" Lu Xiaotian stared blankly at the incomparably astonishing celestial phenomenon before his eyes.
"Haha, this Thunder Tempest Talisman has never produced such a celestial phenomenon before. Lu Xiaotian, the heavens want to punish you!" Yang Feng saw the power of thunder and lightning crazily gathering in the sky. Not to mention Lu Xiaotian, even if he was at his peak, he would absolutely not be able to withstand the increasingly bright lightning in the sky.
Lu Xiaotian stared blankly at the huge purple lightning mark in the sky. At this time, under the purple lightning, he felt as if he had nowhere to hide.
Facing this unavoidable purple lightning, Lu Xiaotian's aura did not retreat, but instead rose. An invisible aura suddenly soared. It had been more than five hundred years since he stepped onto the Great Dao of Immortal Cultivation, and there were no less than ten life and death tribulations. Lu Xiaotian had never compromised, but if there was a chance to fight for it, Lu Xiaotian would definitely not resign himself to death.
"Soul Fusion Technique!" Lu Xiaotian roared into the sky, and swallowed the mid-stage Unity Stage demon thunder kite's soul essence that he had not dared to consume. Lu Xiaotian was even worried that his body would explode at any time after consuming the demon beast's soul essence that had crossed two major realms. The physical body of a Soul Formation cultivator also had its limits. To a Soul Formation cultivator, the power of a Soul Formation cultivator was like a drop in the ocean. Lu Xiaotian pushed with his palm, and an irresistible force sent Ye Ziyu flying.
However, even after swallowing the demon thunder kite's soul essence, Lu Xiaotian still felt a deep fear towards the huge purple lightning mark hanging high in the sky above his head.
"Whoosh —" A huge purple lightning bolt fell. Yang Feng heaved a sigh of relief. Under such a huge lightning strike, even if Lu Xiaotian used some kind of secret technique to forcefully increase his strength, he would definitely not be able to withstand such a powerful lightning strike, let alone a Soul Formation cultivator like him. Even if he was at his peak, he would not be able to withstand it. This strike was enough to turn him, Yang Feng, into ashes.
"Brother Lu!" Seeing the silver-haired figure submerged in the purple lightning, Ye Ziyu felt an unprecedented sense of panic. Ye Ziyu suddenly felt that the silver-haired figure in front of her seemed very familiar, so familiar that it was as if it was carved into her bones. Even this kind of panic was extremely familiar, as if it was not the first time she felt that she was about to lose someone in front of her.
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