Red Mist's power has been maintaining the enchantment for a while, and with the fact that she has to create so many different illusions at once, if she does this again, she will definitely squeeze out the last trace of her strength.

Fortunately, Chen Yin was already covered in blood, and was pierced through the heart by Chen Mo Ling's sword. In addition to Chen Yin, the others were already seriously injured, and a Jiang Yuehua was like an ant in front of the red mist.

The current situation was what she wanted when she made the enchantment.

The red mist dissolved the barrier and took a few steps back, hiding behind the bushes.

For the Morning Molling, the real sight in front of them was enough to break the last line of defense for each of their spirits—to Red Mist, it was like throwing meat into a cauldron and simmering slowly—she waited for things to ferment, for the final 'harvest'.

As expected, whether it was Jiang Yuehua, or Horned Tartar and Leopard Hong, no one was not at a loss to stand still.

Especially the Chen Mo Ling, who watched the person who pierced his sword turn into Chen Yin—he quickly let go of his hand, and saw Chen Yin's body with the wooden sword falling to the ground, and he himself looked completely still hallucinating.

"Mo Ling?" Red Mist was the first to break the silence, "Is it my hallucination or ......?"

It took a few people a long time to confirm that what they saw was true.

However, getting out of the illusion did not make them happy.

Jiang Yuehua was the least injured person present, and she went to Chen Yin's side as soon as possible.

Leopard Hong and Horned Tartar were unable to move, and their bodies were covered with wounds, and their bones were broken in five or six places. However, they didn't know that the injuries on their bodies were actually caused by the other party.

Although Chen Moling was also seriously injured, he couldn't take care of himself, so he hurriedly came to Chen Yin's side.

Chen Yin was still lying motionless on the ground, and the wooden sword that pierced from behind was particularly eye-catching.

"Mo Ling...... Senior Brother Chen...... He...... He's not going to be able to do it......"

When these words trembled out of Jiang Yuehua's mouth, Chen Mo Ling's heart palpitated.

Of course, he knew how he stabbed this sword, and he clearly remembered that he wanted the life of the person in front of him at that time. But he still couldn't believe why the person in front of him had changed to his junior brother in this moment.

Jiang Yuehua was helpless in the face of the current situation, she could only hold Chen Yin's head and pilllow it on her lap, so as not to hold her breath.

Chen Moling didn't dare to move, so he could only look at Chen Yin intently.

"Young Hero Chenmo Ling, your junior brother was not injured by you alone, and you were not injured by your junior brother alone. Red Mist felt that the time was almost up, so he took the initiative to step out of the bushes and expose himself to several people.

"You! You obviously took more than ten punches from me, how can you be unharmed now?" Leopard Hong recognized the red mist at a glance, and in fact they all recognized it.

"I've said it, but I can't figure it out?"

"We fell for the illusion just now, I'm afraid she made us kill each other all the time," Jiang Yuehua was suddenly stunned and asked, "Where did Senior Sister Gong go?"

Jiang Yuehua wasn't asking about the red mist, but the red mist still saved the time for the few of them to be confused, and pointed to the distance and said coldly: "On that side, the Dinghua faction does not lack young talents, but she still took a step ahead of you. ”

Red Mist was silent, but it was clear from her tone that she was planning to put everyone to death.

Chen Moling glanced at Leopard Hong and Horned Tartar, although the two gritted their teeth and wanted to stand up, they couldn't do it at all.

And his own weapon—the wooden sword—pierced Chen Yin's heart. He didn't dare to take it out, for fear of directly harming Chen Yin's life.

But he knew that the current situation could only rely on him to fight against the red mist, even if there was no chance of winning: "Yuehua, you take care of Senior Brother Chen and them." ”

After saying a word, Chen Moling rushed forward desperately.

With the Morning Ink Spirit with the wooden sword, the red mist can deal with it, let alone an empty-handed him.

Originally, he had a sword in his hand, and he was familiar with that kind of critical distance, and he thought that there would be a battle in the future. And now he is unarmed, even if he uses his fingers as the tip of the sword and his arms as the sword body, every move is also tricky, and the body is seriously injured, it is always a fraction of a second.

Red fog is a breeze to avoid.

With just two moves, Morning Ink Ling is already full of flaws.

"The end of the crossbow. ”

Red Mist said, dodging Morning Ink Ling's third move sideways, and punched him through his wounds.

Chen Mo Ling's pain pierced his heart, his feet lost strength, and before he could regain his footing, the red mist had already pierced Chen Mo Ling's body from the side with a sword.

Without the slightest hesitation, the red mist pulled out the already bright red sword, and the morning ink spirit fell to the shore like soft mud.

"Mo Ling!"

"Senior Brother Chen!"

Red Mist shook off the blood stains on the sword and walked towards Jiang Yuehua.

Leopard Hong and Jiaojiao still couldn't move, and they shouted at the red mist: "If you have the courage, come at us first!"

Red Mist ignored them, after all, in her opinion, these people were all going to die, and they didn't matter if they came first and came first.

Jiang Yuehua saw the blood of the Morning Ink Spirit spurting under the opponent's sword, and she had completely lost her mind.

Even a few unbowed arrows flew past her.

These arrows were not directed towards the moonflowers, but at the red mist—arrows shot out of the bushes, glowing with blue light, and forged with derivative power—