Gong Shuangting quickly knew that she had been hit by the illusion, and she said to the empty place around her, "Don't panic, everyone, we should have been hit by the illusion." ”

In fact, Gong Shuangting was not the only one who discovered the truth, but no matter who they were, no matter what they shouted, they didn't get any feedback around them.

Before Gong Shuangting could think about it, a figure appeared out of thin air on the other side of the river-Gong Shuangting recognized her at a glance, it was the red mist of Tianyunshu.

The two looked at each other, neither of them moving or saying a word.

The river at Gong Shuangting's feet became colder and colder, as if it was about to freeze.

She didn't dare to take a single step, allowing her feet to be numb from the cold.

After a moment, Gong Shuangting decided to break this silence, she forced her fists to bow slightly: "What do you mean, sir?"

Red Mist didn't speak and her face was expressionless, she soared into the air like a ghost, and a long sword slipped from her sleeve, throwing it straight at Gong Shuangting.

The sword wasn't fast in the air, and even though Gong Shuangting felt her feet tingle now, it wasn't difficult to dodge it—she leaped backwards with all her might, back to the shore, and hung out her sleeves of red silk for the next attack. Although Gong Shuangting didn't know what she wanted to do, it would definitely not be a good thing.

The red mist had reached the middle of the river, but it had come to an abrupt halt. Another long sword slipped out of her sleeve.

"I'm already in an illusion, this person in front of me is treacherous, there must be a deception," Gong Shuangting pondered carefully in her heart, "The direction she stopped in was exactly where I and my junior brother were standing just now, and Leopard Hong and the others should still be around there, so she just wanted to lead me to attack her, but in fact, she must have attacked others." ”

Gong Shuangting wanted not to move, waiting for the other party's next move. But when she thought about it, if the others were in the same situation as her, the Horned Tartar and the Leopard Hong would definitely launch a Yanli attack without saying a word, so if she didn't do it, they themselves might hurt each other. Thinking of this, Gong Shuangting took a few steps to the left, bypassed the place where the few people were standing just now, found a tricky angle, and released the red silk in her right hand.

Red Aya accurately hit the red mist in the middle of the river, but it also predictably penetrated her body and flew backwards.

Gong Shuangting immediately withdrew it in her hand, looking at the unscathed red mist, she didn't have anything to do.

If the red mist flashed or touched the red silk just now, Gong Shuangting would at least have something to find out how to deal with her. But if all this is false, it will be difficult for anyone to find out the doorway.

And Gong Shuangting's attack just now did not anger the "red mist" on the river, and even had no effect on it in the slightest, she still stood in the middle of the river, motionless.

Gong Shuangting suddenly realized, she threw out the two sleeves of red silk at the same time, the two sections of red silk took off the cuffs, and the first two were connected and stretched, and flew towards the red mist together. But this time, flying towards the "Red Mist" was not to attack her, but to surround it, surround it.

Sure enough, Gong Shuangting saw a glimmer of light on the unfolded red silk after a while. This is caused by the attack of the derivative force, which can be found in all directions, and the degree, size, and frequency are all different.

These are all the derivative forces released by Chen Mo Ling, Leopard Hong and others who were trapped in their own illusion towards the red mist in this river.

The current scene confirmed Gong Shuangting's guess - they were all caught in the illusion, although they couldn't see each other, but what they did was really happening to each other, that is to say, at this moment they were gathering on the river, releasing their power towards one place, if one was not careful, Chen Mo Ling's sword would cut Jiang Yuehua and Leopard Hong's punch actually hit the horned tartar......

As time passes, this must be the only result - the disciples of the Dinghua faction kill each other in the mountains and forests, and the one who survives by luck will not escape the palm of Tianyun Shu.

Although it was useless, Gong Shuangting still shouted loudly: "Don't be fooled! This is an illusion, everyone stop and retreat to the river!"

The words were shouted, but to no avail.

The red silk that serves as a barrier can only be temporarily blocked for a while and a half, and there are already cracks in a few places.

At this moment, Gong Shuangting couldn't afford to think too much, she lifted all the strength in her body and gathered it together on the red silk - the crack was repaired in an instant, and a faintly shiny red light was attached to the red silk, so that she could help it block it for a while and give it time to think about it again.

But it backfired, and at the same time, a bright long sword suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. The head of the sword was pointing upwards, and when he looked down the blade of the sword, the sword actually came straight out of his chest.

The red silk, which was still glowing with a glimmer just now, instantly dimmed, and the connection between the two sides was also separated. Suddenly, like two ordinary pieces of silk, they fell lifelessly on the river and drifted down.

The barrier dissipated, and there was nothing to stand in the way of the Quartet. Chen Mo Ling slashed through the air with a sword, but his chest was hit hard; Leopard Hong's fist pierced through the red mist, but his right hand was suddenly bleeding; as soon as the horned tartar retracted his foot, he heard the sound of his right shoulder bone shattering......

Red Mist stood on the shore and looked coldly for a while.

She didn't know about this group of people, although it was rumored that most of the disciples of the Dinghua faction were chivalrous and righteous in the rivers and lakes, but too many things were just legends, and Hongwu didn't care.

She pulled out her long sword from Gong Shuangting's body and walked slowly towards Jiang Yuehua, who had also landed not far away.