"Slash!" Under Dao Hanling's coquettish shout, the giant sword slashed down. A powerful aura locked Feng Fan, as if he would not give up until he killed Feng Fan. Feng Fan pinched the trick with one hand, and his body instantly moved several feet sideways, dodging the attack of the giant sword.

With a "boom", the giant sword slashed at the place where Feng Fan was standing, and 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, and they were deeply 'inserted' into the earth.

Dao Hanling gasped softly, the attack just now consumed a huge amount. Feng Fan looked at Dao Hanling calmly, showing a relaxed and freehand look. Dao Hanling made a move with both hands, and the sixteen flying swords were withdrawn by him. Dao Hanling pinched a spell with both hands, and there were violent 'waves' around him, and the space seemed to become extremely unstable.

When Feng Fan was doubting, he suddenly felt the scene in front of him change drastically. The original arena has disappeared, and it is surrounded by a verdant grassland. Feng Fan looked intently, and there was a beautiful 'girl' standing a few feet in front of him. "Yunshang!" Feng Fan muttered in his mouth, staring at the beautiful 'girl', with a little obsession on his face.

"No, this is an illusion!" Looking at the 'girl' who was slowly approaching him and Duan Yunsheng's appearance and aura were exactly the same, Feng Fan's mind suddenly surged with a clear aura, and he suddenly became sober.

"Go" Feng Fan let out a low breath, and the blood axe in the air slashed towards the 'girl' on the opposite side, a powerful killing intent enveloped it, and the air flow in the surrounding space surged, as if it was shocked by the powerful pressure of the blood axe.

Feng Fan's judgment was extremely accurate, and the 'woman' on the other side who had the exact same face as Duan Yunsheng was incarnated by Dao Hanling. As a peak-level monk in the middle stage of Dacheng, Dao Hanling has cultivated the art of charming, and is able to cast a spell called the 'Little Wuji Illusion Technique'. Although this spell does not reach the level of a super-level spell, it is infinitely close to a super-level spell.

After performing this spell, it can bring opponents who have cultivated one level or less higher than the caster into the illusion world. When you are in this illusion with your opponent, Dao Hanling's strength will increase by half a level, while your opponent's strength will drop by half a level.

The reason why the Dao family sent this person in the second field was because Dao Hanling obtained and cultivated this spell by occasional chance, so he was also a leader among the Dao family's mid-stage cultivators.

Seeing that the opponent had seen through his illusion and launched a fierce attack on himself, Dao Hanling was stunned at first, and then shook his right hand with a sneer, and a silver-white 'colored' flying sword 'shot' out, rushing towards the blood axe.

There was a loud bang, and the seemingly huge blood axe could not fall under the block of a flying sword that was only one foot long. "Dao Hanling was actually able to exert the strength equivalent to that of an initial level monk in the late stage of Dacheng!" "With his divine sense, sweeping away the silver-white 'colored' flying sword, Feng Fan had already judged the strength of Dao Hanling at this time from the aura emitted by the special magic weapon.

"If you admit defeat now, I will let you suffer less insults! After all, now you can only exert the strength equivalent to the peak level monk of the middle stage of Dacheng. "Dao Han Lingshen 'color' contemptuously transmitted to Feng Fan's divine sense.

"Die!" Feng Fan replied, and then poured a huge amount of True Yuan into the blood axe, stubbornly resisting the counterattack of the silver 'colored' flying sword. In fact, if Feng Fan exerted his strength equivalent to that of an early consummation level cultivator at this time, he would immediately break this illusion and defeat the little Wuji illusion. But one is that Feng Fan doesn't know this, and the other is that even if he knows, Feng Fan can't behave so shockingly.

"The situation in the arena has actually been reversed, and the strength that Dao Hanling can exert is even half a level higher than that of Brother Cheng!" Nan Yifeng, who was watching the competition, said to Nan Peibai's divine sense with some disbelief. Although the other monks still saw the situation in the arena at this time, the aura emanating from the two of them changed so much that all the monks could feel it.

"That's right, the 'Little Infinite Illusion Technique' cast by Dao Hanling is a spell that is extremely close to the super level, and after casting this spell, it can bring opponents who have cultivated to a level higher than the caster and below into the illusion realm.

When in this illusion with the opponent, the strength of the person casting this spell will increase by half a level, and the strength of the opponent will decrease by half a level. So now the strongest strength that Cheng Haoxuan can exert has dropped by half a level, while the strongest strength that Dao Hanling can exert has risen by half a level, so Cheng Haoxuan's strength is weaker than Dao Hanling. Nan Peibai replied with a sad face.

"Yunshang ......" Nan Yifeng suddenly recalled the name that Feng Fan called out of his mouth when he fell into obsession just now, and silently recited it several times in his mind. "Could this be the name of Brother Cheng's beloved 'girl'?" Nan Yifeng felt a strange feeling in his heart. A few months ago, Nan Yifeng was ready to make a personal promise in order for Feng Fan to participate in the competition, but was rejected by Feng Fan on the grounds that he had a beloved.

The scene around Fengfan changed, and the vast grassland around him disappeared without a trace, turning into an endless desert. The scorching sun hung high in the sky, scorching the earth, and the sound of crackling sand and stones could be heard on the ground.

Dao Hanling pointed at the sky tomorrow, and a brilliant red 'color' light 'shot' from tomorrow. Dao Hanling raised his hand with one hand, and the flying sword rose into the sky. That brilliant light directly hit the flying sword, and the flying sword suddenly ignited a raging fire, and began to rise rapidly, until it turned into a giant sword several zhang long. The greatsword spewed tongues of fire, like a monster from the wilderness.

"Chop" Dao Hanling shouted, and the giant sword carried a monstrous hot 'wave', slashing towards Feng Fan. Feng Fan waved at the blood axe, and the blood axe was put away. Feng Fan raised his hand with one hand, and the Xuan Tortoise Shell emerged, and a pale green 'color' brilliance suddenly emanated from it, and countless strange runes jumped out, suddenly forming a green 'color' light array on the surface of the tortoise shell, and then rose into the sky and rushed towards the falling giant sword.

With a "boom", the giant sword slashed at the light array on the surface of the Xuan Tortoise Shell, and the green 'color' light array ignited a raging fire, and countless tongues of fire scurried, enveloping this light array. The sound of "...... hush" came out, and the light array was constantly retreating, and its complexion gradually dimmed, and it seemed to have a tendency to dissolve.

With a sound of "Zheng", under the scorching flames, the green 'colored' light array on the surface of the Xuan Tortoise Shell finally collapsed, and the giant sword and the body slashed the Xuan Tortoise Shell body, making a huge sound. A fire ignited on the surface of the tortoise shell, and waves of heat surged towards Fengfan through the ancient treasure, and the surrounding air seemed to be about to boil.

Feng Fan waved his hands, and with the emanation of countless Dao Dao Water 'Sex' Five Elements Xuan 'Meng' True Yuan, the Xuan Tortoise Shell seemed to be like a long drought and a sweet rain, the heat on the surface continued to decrease, and the surrounding temperature plummeted.

Under the control of Dao Hanling's '', the giant sword swirling with fire unleashed countless attacks on the Xuan Tortoise Shell. Dozens of breaths later, the tortoise shell was still stubbornly blocking the giant sword's onslaught.

Dao Hanling waved it with one hand, and countless spikes suddenly sprang out from the sand, heading towards Feng Fan. Feng Fan rose into the air, and then his mind moved, and the Xuan Tortoise Shell suddenly changed direction and flew towards Feng Fan's feet. "Crackling......" Countless voices came out, and the spikes were all blocked by the tortoise shell.

The fire sword lost the block of the Xuan tortoise shell and slashed towards Feng Fan, Feng Fan raised it with one hand, and a small purple 'colored' sword rose into the sky. The purple electric sword surged in the wind, and one after another dazzling purple rays swarmed out, and some of the purple rays instantly turned into countless purple 'colored' arcs, mottled and jumped around the sword body.

With a loud "boom", the purple electric sword collided with the huge fire sword that fell, and countless purple 'colored' electric rays jumped, and the 'mixed' was mixed with red 'color' fire tongues. The two ancient treasures were entangled and fiercely 'fiercely' fighting.

Feng Fan, who was constantly attacked by Dao Hanling, felt boundless anger in his heart, and between the waves of one hand, a white 'colored' light cluster formed. Feng Fan flicked one hand, and the light group 'excited' and 'shot' out. In the void, the light cluster dispersed, turning into countless ice spikes, and the ice spikes swelled wildly against the wind, turning into countless ice picks, sweeping towards the Dao Han Spirit like an overwhelming sweep.

Dao Hanling's 'jade' hand waved, and a pale cyan 'color' light curtain appeared in front of him. "Boom......" Countless muffled sounds came out, and at this time, the defense conjured by Dao Hanling, who was able to exert a strength half a level higher than Feng Fan, only trembled a few times under the attack of countless ice picks, and then calmed down, looking like it had an invincible momentum.

Feng Fan waved with one hand, and round after round of icicle technique was skillfully displayed by him. Although Feng Fan's strength at this time was half a level lower than Dao Hanling's, in the face of Dao Hanling's '' fire control sword and spikes' continuous attacks, Feng Fan also desperately used the icicle technique to fight back, which shocked Dao Hanling's heart. Feng Fan was able to launch additional attacks on himself under his own two means of attack, which made Dao Hanling amazed at the strength of Feng Fan's divine sense.

Not only that, although Dao Hanling's use of the Little Wuji Illusion Technique could exert great power, it was extremely consuming True Yuan and Divine Sense, so this kind of emanation could not last. In particular, Dao Hanling not only cast this spell at this time, but also issued two attacks and formed a defense against Feng Fan in the illusion realm, so his true yuan and divine consciousness consumption were greater.

Dao Hanling pointed at the sand and the fire sword in the air, and the two attacks suddenly stopped. Dao Hanling injected True Yuan into the light curtain in front of him with one hand, thus resisting round after round of onslaught from Feng Fan, while his body continued to retreat rapidly.

In the retreat, Dao Hanling's other hand kept pinching the law. Under the pull of its legal decision, the scorching sun in the sky suddenly expanded, and it seemed that it was about to explode. Endless waves of heat sprayed down, as if to roast everything.

The scorching sun trembled violently, and countless fire rains were densely sprinkled towards Fengfan. Because of its sheer range, it was impossible for Feng Fan to escape this catastrophic attack even if he used the teleportation technique.