After controlling the main demon cultivator, he looked at the dumb demon cultivator and made up his mind, looked up at the sky, stared at the location of the master of the Xianbin Gate, and tried his best to portray the person in his eyes in his mind, so that he could change the corresponding position in his mind, magnify the details, simulate the magic technique, and then simulate a few sword cultivators in the air, and by his spell, he turned into ashes.

Fei Yang jumped faster and faster, joined the attacking demon cultivation team, raised the iron sword in his hand, mobilized the spiritual power of his body to converge on the sword, enhanced the power of the attack, and stabbed the acupuncture points on the demon cultivator's body one by one, but it was all useless, and the demon cultivator under the sword was unharmed. The attacking sword cultivator on the side stepped on the corpse of his companion and did the same thing as Feiyang, and now while the other party would not move, he didn't care whether his attack was effective or not, he only offered his own strength to protect the pavilion, grinding off the opponent's outer defense, and creating an opportunity for the next blow, the other party could move, and it would be the same, it was good enough to delay the demon cultivation for a while, at least he had to consume the demon cultivation, and fight for a few millimeters of victory for the senior brothers and sisters who came later.

The more the picture in the mortal's mind is depicted, the more detailed it is, and the door master has been in a period of time, for the external image of the door owner, he knows it in his heart, but he doesn't know much about spells, and he can only look at the air battles, and he can only look at a rough idea, and his mental strength is concentrated in the spell depiction, and he wants to perfectly copy a move and a half, how difficult it is to try it for the first time. Beads of sweat appeared on the mortal's head, and his heart was very anxious: "Hurry, why hasn't he been injured yet?" The simulated spell should have hit him a long time ago, what's going on? Old immortal, do you know? Whether you can survive or not depends on the effect of the illusion! How can you simulate the door master's spell for a long time, this grandson has nothing to do?"

This time, the seeker replied quickly, and his tone was much softer, and he suggested: "Instead of impersonating the door master, it is better to try the demon cultivation." ”

The demon cultivator wanted to make a move on Feiyang, but the master of the Xianbin Sect suddenly appeared in front of him, startled, and immediately turned around and wanted to run, his eyes moved to the back and saw that many demon cultivators were hit by a spell, and instantly turned into ashes, his heart was horrified, his legs were soft and crying, he knelt on the ground, sobbing and flowing, blindly kowtowing and begging for mercy, he never realized where he was, he was injured by many spells, after knocking for more than a dozen breaths, his mentality returned to calm, and he looked up to observe the situation with a fluke mentality, I didn't understand what I was encountering? I saw Shero raise his hand and send out the light of death, I had seen and heard too many Shero use this trick to kill his unpleasant demon cultivator, but at the moment, he didn't make any reaction, his eyes were out of focus, he fell to the ground, and his heart died.

The illusion slashed the other party for the first time, but the mortal did not know it now, the shero in the illusion made a series of moves, until the mortal found that the silver ball the size of a person, after dozens of breaths was still reduced, then raised the silver ball a little, observing the situation, the mortal was still wondering: "What's the matter? Could it be that my skills have improved and I can control people for a long time? Impossible, it has slowly shrunk at the beginning, how can the refinement suddenly be half revealed, just like the spell issued, suddenly enhanced in the air, it is impossible to think about it, what is going on? It can't be a problem with illusion, right?" Lift it up a little and take a look, if the demon cultivator is messing around, just cover it directly. ”

As soon as the silver ball was out of the demon cultivator, he saw a circle of sword cultivators around him, and they all stopped their hand movements, because the sword that could not be attacked for a long time was easily pierced into the demon cultivator's body, but the hand felt that there was no feeling of entering the body, the demon cultivator's body turned into ashes, and only the items he brought were left in the location.

Feiyang looked at the mortal who was sitting on the ground with an excited face, pursed his lips, took the sword, and limped towards the demon cultivator in the distance, and there was a mortal shout behind him: "Feiyang, don't go, listen to me, hey, don't go, I'll go with you, wait for me, oops!" Hearing the mortal cry out in pain, Feiyang was worried about the mortal situation, turned around to check, and at this time, the mortal was lying on the ground in a dog-gnawing mud posture, his mouth was spitting mud, and his face was full of disgust. Feiyang quickly came to the mortal and helped him up, and asked with concern, "Big brother, are you okay?"

The mortal in the mud spit three mouthfuls of saliva in a row, and complained to Feiyang: "The mud in your inner door is really unpalatable, phew, fortunately it's not the mud of the beast circle here, phew, or Bigu Dan can't eat it, bah, bah, bah!"

patting the mortal on the back, Feiyang stood up and said, "Big brother, run away, Feiyang is going to do his duty to protect the pavilion, if Feiyang is lucky enough to survive, he will definitely repay the eldest brother for saving his life." ”

Spit out a mouthful of spit, and the mortal shouted: "Don't worry, big brother will go with you, do you know how the demon cultivator died just now?"

Feiyang was unwilling to protect the pavilion in his heart, and he didn't care about the mortals' proposal to go with him, but he also wanted to know how the demon cultivator died, so he stood in place and asked, "How to die?"

This question made the sense of tremor in the hearts of mortals ignite instantly, and his face was triumphant, and the tone of his voice trembled and excited: "Because of the eldest brother, I let him die, he must die, do you know? Haha, worship Big Brother. With the eldest brother here, all the demon cultivators will have to die, you can rest assured, this Jianyuan Pavilion has a big brother in charge, and you can't lose ......"

Looking at the mortals who were screaming, Fei Yang just smiled reluctantly, and walked towards the demon cultivator, the chattering mortal was still looking at the sky battle group, telling his own strength, and when he found that there was no response, he looked for it again, Fei Yang had gone away, quickly got up from the ground, chased after Fei Yang, hugged Fei Yang, who was still injured, and pointed to the demon cultivator in the distance: "Don't believe it, don't you see him, look carefully, sure." ”

As soon as the mortal's words came out, the demon cultivator who was killing the sword cultivator in the distance stopped his movements, and let the sword cultivator who rushed over, holding the sword and sweeping the stabs wantonly, his eyes were round when he looked at it, and he was puzzled at first, thinking of the situation in the Gongyuan that day, he knew it in his heart at the moment, and believed what the mortal said.

The brain directly depicts Sherro, and the background is habitually used to add a bed to the hut, but this time the spell is different, it is to view the melee combat skills that Shero is now using in the air, and the magic cultivation in the illusion suddenly meets Sherro, and he has not waited for his brain to think, and has been attacked, but Shero is in close combat in the demon cultivation, and he has rarely seen or heard of it, and the demon has been hit a few times, and the brain has turned, because he is afraid of his prestige, and he imagines the injury he has suffered, and the body in the illusion changes as he wants, as if he was crushed by a huge mountain, and became fragmented, distorted and abnormal, and saw the injury, and then felt the pain coming, and then went to see Sherro, and wanted to ask for mercy, but saw that his foot attacked, hit the face, and the demon Xiu died in the self-imagination of fear。