Difficulty: starting from the sword, halberd and demon

Chapter 335 Illusion
As the crimson moon falls, the Onmyoji dances a flat fan dance, as light as a falcon, with wide sleeves, the cherry snow in the sky moves with it, and an invisible airflow begins to brew.

Whenever Zhao Muzun moves, there is a sense of stagnation, which is the restraint of the invisible air flow, and the power of the moves is also reduced by a few points.

He didn't dare to be careless, the air flow was colored by Sakura Snow and looked weak, but if it continued to let it strengthen, it might eventually grow into a huge storm that tore everything apart.

Turning the sword into a bead, clouds and dragons circled around, Zhaomu Zun returned the favor in his own way, stirring the reverse cloud flow with his palms to resolve the crisis.

When the intention failed, the Onmyoji raised his brows angrily, gave up his usual elegant style, and rushed over directly.

The cherry petals all over the sky gathered and compressed towards his palm, like a newborn red moon, the moon in the sky and in the water suddenly disappeared, and the red moon in the palm of the evil lord became the only light.

"Natural Red Moon!"

The red moon slid across the water, and the huge air pressure caused waves several feet to both sides, but Zhao Muzun was not afraid of this seemingly powerful blow from the Onmyoji.

If he relied on the thaumaturgy formation to fight Zhao Muzun, he might be able to delay for a while, but such a rampage completely gave up the advantage of the formation.

Zhaomu Zun looked disdainful. If he was a real Onmyoji and still qualified to have a few fights with him, just pretending to do it was really asking for death.

The Panlong Spider turned into Yunlongzhan again, a cluster of golden light sprouted from the palm of Zhao Muzun, and quickly climbed up the blade of Yunlongzhan, which was even more majestic and luxurious.

But looking at the rapidly approaching red moon and the onmyoji who refused to dodge, Zhaomu Zun couldn't help but feel a sense of disobedience in his heart.

Is the grand master of Bu Laocheng really such a reckless and reckless man?

It's a pity that there is no room for hesitation on the battlefield. The Taoist is full of qi and domineering, holding his long knife high as if he wants to split the world.

"Cloud Dragon Slashing Blade!"

The flying dragon swallowed the red moon with its mouth open, only to see a ball of crimson moving down the translucent body of the dragon until it broke through its back at a point of seven inches.

After a mournful cry, the flying dragon shattered into pieces of golden colored glass, and Hongyue was also severely injured and fell into the lake, splashing a small splash.

However, Zhao Muzun's face did not show the slightest pride in defeating his opponent, instead it was very ugly, "No, I fell for it!"

"Practice the way of heaven · transform the two instruments · the sky and the sea of ​​clouds are now shining."

The golden Tai Chi tore through the night sky, and the crimson moon reappeared. Looking at the falling full moon in the lake, it was clearly the blood-stained Killing God Shou!

"Hui, Hua, Huan, Shu!"

Zhao Muzun gritted his teeth and looked into the distance. The real Grand Master of the Old City was leaning against a cherry blossom tree, lazily and comfortably watching the farce just now.

It's ridiculous that he, as one of the four wonders of Xuanzong, boasted that he had few opponents in the art of magic, but he was teased so far. He really was fighting geese all day long, but he was pecked at the eyes by geese!
Seeing Zhao Muzun looking over, the Onmyoji knew that the illusion had been broken, so he covered half of his face with a fan and said, "Zhao Muzun is worthy of being the former master of the Liuji Skybridge, this trick can't be fooled by you at all."

The tone was extremely humble, but the smile hidden in it couldn't be concealed no matter what.

Zhao Muzun immediately filled his chest with anger, but he barely relied on the deep city to suppress him. He first used Xuanzong's secret technique to contact Yin Qiujun, and then he showed a murderous smile to the Onmyoji: "I just lost a little bit, and now we see the truth. !"

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"Amethyst passed away."

"The Peng of Floating Feathers."

Yin Qiujun threw away the broken Yuntian Jiblade in his hand, and stared at Si Wujun who was holding a feather fan in front of him, and doubts also flashed in his eyes.

Although there is no visual problem, there is always an awkward feeling that the moves you see are different from the moves actually used by the opponent when you fight.

He already had a guess in his mind, but because his moves were suppressed by the ice and snow environment, he was unable to verify his guess while dealing with the enemy.

At this moment, the voice of a fellow practitioner suddenly sounded in his ears, which made Yin Qiujun thoroughly understand the enemy's strategy and immediately stopped delaying.

The difficulty in breaking the illusion of transformation lies in how to find it, but it does not have strong power itself. Yin Qiujun separated the white clothes to kill the body and dragged the Si Wujun in front of him, while the body displayed the Taiyuan Purple Seal.

After the illusion was broken, the illusion of Siwujun in front of him disappeared, revealing the true face of crying sackcloth. He obviously did not expect that Siwujun who was fighting with him suddenly turned into the appearance of Yin Qiujun. In a flash, Yin Qiujun's body in white was severely injured.

Xuanzong's traitor turned pale, and quickly took back the killing body, otherwise he would lose half of his Yuan Gong, and then shouted at Mai Mai: "Stop, we just fell into the illusion of the old city!"

"There is nothing that I cannot do, there is no mystery that I cannot solve, there is no benefit that I do not do, and there is no dispute that I cannot win."

The wind and snow became stronger and stronger, and the real immortal Taifu came with pieces of green feathers and confronted the two of them.

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In the sea of ​​blue flowers, the man in purple was yelling at the killing madman: "My moves are so different from that dead shemale holding flowers all over, can you really not feel it at all, you idiot? You can see it when you recruit!

"Even if the five senses are blinded by illusions, and I deliberately discard the sword and use the whip, will the effect be the same as throwing roses? The brain is not an ornament, if you don't know how to use it, you might as well throw it away!"

Just now, the man in purple was fleeing in all directions under the violent clouds and lightning strikes of the Slaughter Madman, and the illusion was finally broken when he paused and regained his breath.

Facing his angry reprimand, the weak guilt in his heart suddenly disappeared, and he sneered with a long knife: "Killing you will have the same effect, anyway, the illusion will naturally be broken after you die, as for daring to tease me. My uncle, I will personally send him down to accompany you!"

"Okay," the purple-clothed man quickly retreated, pointing to the hell figure master who appeared from the sea of ​​flowers in the distance, and said, "Just treat me as dead, and deal with him alone!"

"Don't talk about one-on-one, even if you two are bundled together, it's not enough for me to chop with one blow!"

With a loud roar, he turned into a purple killing body and rushed into the blue rain.

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Above the star field, the ancestor priest quickly chanted a sinister spell, and black mist erupted from his body, blocking the starlight long sword that kept falling from the sky.

At the same time, she continued to perform the dance steps of the ancient witches and gods. Her old body was not slow at all, but she very dexterously avoided the Starlight Martial God summoned by the Blessing Heavenly Official.

However, as the magician of the Hall of Eternal Life, Priest Ancestor was not as good as Martial God Starlight in hand-to-hand combat. He was at a loss under the halberd, and he was about to lose in ten strokes at most.

"...Ah, blah, blah, blah, blah!"

With the incantations in her mouth, and the syllables were almost impossible to hear, the white-haired old woman finally completed the magic before she died.

"Chong!"

The scepter that had been with me for many years was cut off, and the ghost-skull head fell to the ground and rolled around a few times. It was covered by grass blades, but the fatal blade finally stopped at the slightest point in front of the old woman's neck.

The starlight dissipated, and it was a hook shining with cold light. The ancestor priest clearly felt the cold air coming from above, and the cold hair also sent the signal of being touched to the brain, and goose bumps immediately crawled all over the neck and down to the side of the face.

"Ancestral Priest?"

The Blessing Heavenly Official in the distance disappeared, while the Starlight Martial God nearby turned into a gloomy appearance of the Forgiving Earth Official, and then slowly withdrew the long hook as the old woman moved her neck silently.

The ancestor priest finally breathed a sigh of relief, but she didn't know if it was an illusion. After wandering back from the hell gate, she felt inexplicably that another emotion seemed to flash through the guiltless guy in front of her.

Seems to be--

Pity?

(End of this chapter)