Chapter Seventy-Eight: Breaking the Formation
"Be careful! They are fake! Feng Yun shouted.
However, "Be careful! They are fake! "Be careful! They are fake! ββ¦β¦ Several clones shouted one after another, looking eager, and at the same time drew their knives and slashed at the fake next to them.
Murong Yue had been guarding against the twelve loose cultivators before, but when she heard Feng Yun's shout, she looked back and saw seven or eight Feng Yun running towards her at the same time.
Murong Yue frowned and said, "No matter which of you is true, stop me, and I'll do it if I come over again." β
When the words fell, several Feng Yun couldn't help but stop and said, "They are fake, I am the real one!" "It's a sinister formation, you fakes, I'll make you disappear now!" So a few Feng Yun became a mess again.
The real Feng Yun, who arrived at the end, had a dark face, ready to walk through these fakes to Murong Yue to prove his identity.
When the two fakes saw Feng Yun coming, they shouted at the same time: "You fake!" "Then he raised his knife and slashed!
"Does it work?" Feng Yun wanted to say this, but when the blade was approaching, he felt a stinging pain from the sharp blade, "That's not right! Feng Yun, who sensed that something was wrong, quickly leaned back and dodged two horizontal slashes full of murderous intent, and then a backflip opened up the distance.
"This is ......" I saw that the placket on Feng Yun's chest had been torn, revealing the Xuanyuan treasure clothes in it. He obviously ignored these two horizontal slashes, but he felt the sharp sting of the weapon, which could only show that these two attacks were real!
"You fake, look at how you pretend!" The two Feng Yun sneered, waved the knife and attacked again, this time Feng Yun didn't dare to be careless, and the Yanling knife was held in his hand to block left and right.
"What to do, this formation can deceive the five senses, and I don't know which one is real and which one is fake." Feng Yun roughly guessed that the difference between these two fakes and other fakes was that it was very likely that the two monks around Liao Tong entered the formation and played the role of fakes, but Feng Yun was not sure whether the two would switch bodies halfway through and run to other fakes.
The weirdest thing about this array is that it will reflect your thoughts, if you think you will be hurt then you will be hurt, if you think everything is an illusion then these are illusions, but if you bring in real monks then it is different, everything that is false can be true, if you think it is true, then it will become like a reality!
When the fake is true, it is also false, and when it is false, it is also true, this is the terrible thing about this array!
Although he didn't come up with a countermeasure, he still reminded Murong Yue: "Be careful, those two monks may have entered the formation!" β
Feng Yun spoke, and other fakes also imitated it, hearing that Murong Yue was irritable for a while, several Feng Yun were in a ball, and Murong Yue's vision was also blocked by the fakes, and it was impossible to know which Feng Yun was the first to speak.
"Whether you are true or not, as long as you get close, I will shoot!" Murong Yue said categorically.
"Okay, I'll clean up these fakes first!" "Got it, be careful." β¦β¦ Several Feng Yun interfaces.
However, after a while, Murong Yue also had no room to watch the battle, just because the twelve scattered cultivators also began to move. Murong Yue's brows were furrowed, eagerly thinking in his mind about how to distinguish which one was a true monk.
Feng Yun carefully fended off the attacks of the two fakes, and although the other fakes were in a mess, they would also slap him coldly from time to time, making it difficult for him to concentrate. On the other side, Murong Yue didn't dare to be careless in the face of the attacks of the twelve scattered cultivators, an earth-colored spirit bead was held in her hand, and the earth-colored spirit bead emitted a light brown light that enveloped her, and all the spell attacks that could not be avoided were blocked by this earth-colored spirit bead.
After a while, Feng Yun noticed something strange. "What if these fakes don't seem to be the same?" If these fake bodies were the same as the previous Yi Mingxian and the twelve scattered cultivators, then they should also be able to use spells, instead of blindly using sword techniques, and they had never used ten swords and flat waves for so long.
"It's great that I haven't been tested before." Feng Yun sighed in his heart, and then shouted: "I don't believe that you fakes can be more powerful than Meng Tai's chain hammer!" "Let's go at those two fakes!
"Pretend! Damn it! "Even this knows that this circle is really hateful!"
After a few dozen moves, after all, there were many people on the other side, and the ruthless Feng Yun was slowly unable to parry, dodging the attacks from everywhere in embarrassment, and several tears had been cut out of his robe, and the position was gradually forced to the rear of Murong Yue.
At this moment, a fake body was punched out when he was fighting with his opponent, which was exactly Murong Yue's direction.
"Be careful!" Feng Yun shouted when he saw this.
Murong Yue glanced at it, and at the same time, the Purple Qi King Sword also struck, "No! I'm a real ......" I saw that before the fake body could explain, Murong Yue's Purple Qi King Sword had already struck, and with just one blow, the long knife that was blocking the fake body in front of him was knocked away, and with another blow, the fake body was separated in an instant.
Murong Yue's decisiveness was shocking, but the two fake bodies showed a strange smile.
Although there was an accident, the battle on Feng Yun's side did not stop for a moment, and he saw the fake body who had lost his opponent and smiled: "Look at me killing you fakes one by one!" β
After saying that, he came towards Feng Yun, preparing for the three of them to attack and kill Feng Yun first. Feng Yun's face was anxious, and he tried to force the three of them away several times but couldn't succeed, only making the three of them smile more sinisterly. The three of them blocked Feng Yun's front road, and under the siege, Feng Yun had to gradually retreat.
Seeing that he was forced to get closer and closer to Murong Yue, Feng Yun was even more anxious: "You guys! Little sister, don't make a move, I was forced to come! β
Murong Yue said without looking back: "The one who is close is dead!" β
"Don't!"
The three fake bodies also said at the right time: "If you still want to say something to confuse the little senior sister, you should be damned!" "Little Senior Sister, don't worry, I won't get close to you with this fake!" "Die! Fake! β
"You guys!" Feng Yun shouted aggrievedly. As the distance between him and Murong Yue got closer and closer, Feng Yun's urgency became more and more obvious, and his sword skills couldn't help but be chaotic, with only a few moves, he had been beaten left and right by three fake bodies, and even a few knives were cut on his arm, and the blood instantly wet his clothes.
Swinging away the opponent's long knife with difficulty again, I saw a fake body smile sadly, and punched Feng Yun's body, the true yuan on the fist flashed, and Feng Yun was instantly beaten with his feet off the ground and flew towards Murong Yue.
"Little Senior Sister be careful!" "The villain Hugh wants to get close to the little senior sister!" "Little Senior Sister!" Looking at Feng Yun's pale face, the three of them couldn't help but shout at the same time.
Feng Yun also shouted in the air: "Princess! β
The moment Feng Yun flew over, Murong Yue had already turned around in an instant, only to see a little streamer flying out of her sleeve, the speed was as fast as lightning, and the moment Feng Yun, who was still in the air, wanted to turn his head, he saw a flying phoenix hairpin flying over his face!
Just in the blink of an eye, the flying phoenix hairpin had already flown over the three fake bodies, and after a breath, it flew back to Murong Yue's hand.
Feng Yun, who had just landed, watched the flying phoenix hairpin fall into Murong Yue's hands, and before he could be curious, he felt a tingling pain in his face, it turned out that the breath on the flying phoenix hairpin had just passed by him, and it actually cut through his skin.
Previously, Feng Yun deliberately mentioned that the Zihui Sword Sect Meng Tai was to inform Murong Yue of his plan, and he was ready to show weakness to the enemy, just like when he was forced to the edge of the ring by Meng Tai, he took advantage of the enemy's carelessness to counterattack. He did succeed in being forced to Murong Yue's approach, and then pointed out his identity when the enemy was most interested, and let Murong Yue, who made the move, complete this fatal blow.
The next moment, a sad roar came: "Hao'er! Material! I saw several Feng Yun's fake bodies disperse in an instant, only two corpses remained in place, and there was a fatal wound on their heads that was the thickness of a finger.
Feng Yun and Murong Yue naturally recognized these two as the two monks who had followed Liao Tong before.
"You guys should be damned! No, I'm going to make you worse off than dead! β
The formation environment dispersed, and Feng Yun and Murong Yue suddenly saw Liao Tong in the distance, Liao Tong was furious at this time, and he could no longer concentrate his divine sense to control the formation.
Facing Liao Tong with murderous intent, Murong Yue didn't want to pinch the trick in his hand, and the flying phoenix hairpin came out again!
Liao Tong saw Murong Yue's move and immediately dodged, extremely fast, and at the same time took out a magic weapon from the treasure bag, which was a bronze bell full of black stains.
"That's what you rely on, and in that case, I also let you know how good I am!" The bronze bell shook, and Feng Yun and the others suddenly felt the wind gusting around them, as if there were ghosts crying, but for a moment, Murong Yue couldn't help but wander, as if his soul had left his body.
Feng Yun, who was a little stronger, also felt the weirdness of the bell, and when he saw the crooked flying phoenix hairpin in the air, he didn't know that Murong Yue was sick, so he hurriedly shouted: "Wake up!" β
Feng Yun's huge voice instantly covered the sound of the soul bell, Murong Yue was also awakened, she was shocked, and hurriedly manipulated the flying phoenix hairpin to kill Liao Tong again, but saw that Liao Tong's left hand kept shaking the soul bell and rushed towards the two of them regardless of the cruel smile, his right hand Zhenyuan agitated, and the jet-black Zhenyuan exuded a piercing chill, which made Feng Yun feel a little familiar for a while.
But there was no time to think about this, Feng Yun held the True Yuan in his hand and blocked Murong Yue's body, and at this time, their hope of victory was all on Murong Yue!
With Murong Yue's true yuan's attention, the flying phoenix hairpin was three points faster, and he caught up with Liao Tong in an instant, and passed by in an instant. However, the moment the flying phoenix hairpin passed, there was no blood flower, no scream, and Liao Tong's figure turned into a burst of mist and dissipated.
"It's an illusion!" Feng Yun's heart tightened, Liao Tong's abnormality made him vigilant, but he didn't expect this to be the case, this Liao Tong could still stabilize his mood and maintain the formation when he saw his beloved disciple being killed.
At this moment, the soul bell rang sharply, and Liao Tong's figure suddenly appeared from behind the two: "That's right!" Go to hell! β
Liao Tong's spell was played, and the jet-black Zhenyuan instantly turned into a powerful ghost, and under the ringing of the soul bell, the powerful ghost seemed to suddenly have a soul, and screamed while opening its teeth and claws and rushing towards the two!
As soon as Feng Yun turned around, he saw a powerful ghost rushing towards him, and he was in a hurry.
"Humph!" Murong Yue didn't seem surprised, and when he turned around, a piece of talisman paper hidden in his hand had been activated!
In an instant, a terrifying aura emanated.
"Out of the body!" As soon as this thought popped up in his mind, Liao Tong felt a chill coming from his chest and abdomen, he looked down and saw that a hole the size of a head appeared on his body, and the terrifying aura was rapidly devouring his vitality, so Liao Tong fell in a pool of blood with an unbelievable expression.
Seeing this, Murong Yue slowly put away the rune paper, and at the same time took back the flying phoenix hairpin, her face was a little pale, the speed of the flying phoenix hairpin was difficult to guard against even if it was in the One Realm, but it was also very expensive for Murong Yue in the Jindan Realm at the beginning.
"Are you prepared?" Feng Yun said curiously when he saw this.
"The old fox who even has to lay out a formation to deal with the two juniors of the Jindan Realm, how can he be so impulsive, naturally he has to guard against his backhand."
Feng Yun smiled bitterly and nodded, he was still a little naΓ―ve, and at first he actually believed that Liao Tong was blinded by hatred and could not maintain the formation before revealing his figure.
Thinking of Murong Yue's performance, Feng Yun couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that she doesn't mean to lure the snake out of the hole. β
After that, the two of them were ready to step forward to pick up the things on Liao Tong's body, you know, the three of them also swallowed the Heavenly Thunder Mine of a treasure room.
"She didn't want to eat black at the beginning, so she deliberately accepted Liao Tong's invitation to divide the treasure room equally." Feng Yun suddenly thought.
But before he could think about it any more, a chill from his soul made him shudder.
"This!"