Duanmu Wen is in Ouyang Yisu's illusion, and Ouyang Yisu is also in Duanmu Wenzheng's illusion. www.biquge.info This kind of contest with a fantasy confrontation is the first time that everyone has seen it, and it is more dangerous than a real sword and soldier encounter.

The clash of swords is a battle between weapons, and the illusion contest is a duel of spirits.

The flames continued to extend, burning all the plants and animals they came across, and even the smaller ones dissipated their spirits.

"Lord of all things, grant all things souls and mana to stop this fire and save your companions. Ouyang Yisu's beautiful voice sounded, and in an instant, countless plants and animals raised their heads again from the dense jungle.

The plants took on the appearance of intelligent animals, and one by one they rushed towards the sea of fire in the middle. The plant elves approached the sea of fire and turned into larger torso crusher flames, and the huge wood was steaming hot and drowning in the sea of fire.

The plant spirits were engulfed in the flames, and the animal spirits climbed onto the shoulders of the larger plants that followed. They look up to the sky and pray for a heavy rain, hoping to extinguish the fire.

The clouds gradually gathered, and the thunder was faintly heard in the void, but the rain did not fall for a long time.

Helplessly, Ouyang Yisu's mind turned, and the elves began to condense the rain through the Dao method. Many of the elves in the blazing sea of fire were scorched before they could perform their spells, and after a quarter of an hour, hundreds of more powerful elves had finally gathered enough dark clouds.

"Wow!" a heavy rain fell from the sky, carrying the anger and essence of the elves, and the rain hugged the large clumps of flames with teeth and claws.

The fierce water and fire were extinguished, and the water was killed and injured by the formation elves, and the fire was also extinguished, and the illusion above the ring was scorched earth.

"River of Fire, flow, burn all these things that stand in your way. Duanmu Wenzheng raised the Feather Divine Sword for the third time, and the condensed red cloud cracked a gap, and endless flames whirred and rang out into the scorched black earth.

"The River of Flames is the most powerful power of the Fire of the Sword Dao, and it is also the top-notch sword technique I can perform right now. Ouyang Yisu, enjoy it, haha!"

Duanmu Wenzheng commanded the flames, and a smug look swelled up on his cheeks, and all the cultivators were silent. They could all imagine that although they were protected by the barrier of the Dream Breaking Machine, the fierce battle inside had long since made them forget everything.

"Damn Duanmu old thief, I knew that you had hidden your strength, but I didn't expect you to have such a Dao method. Deadwood Warrior, kill the Pyrotechnic Demons one by one for me. Buzz!"

Ouyang Yisu bit his silver teeth, and dozens of towering ancient trees stood out from the elves on the periphery and turned into deadwood warriors holding huge wooden clubs. These warriors, more than ten feet tall and two feet thick, walked through the rain curtain that the elves had prepared for a long time, and then stepped into the flames with a damp body.

"Roar!" dozens of flame demons also rushed towards with red-hot mountain stone charcoals, and the two met in one fell swoop and retreated.

"Puffy!" a loud voice rang out in the sea of fire, exploding in the dim dawn of the illusion. Countless elves accumulated the dark clouds thicker, and under the control of the inheritance of all things, the rain formed streams to water the bodies of the dead wood warriors.

The fire was scorching, and without the protection of the rain, the deadwood warriors would have been burned to death, and they would not have been able to approach these flame demons at all. And those demons also have an endless number of reinforcements, rushing in waves to surround the deadwood warriors.

A Deadwood Warrior can kill a Flame Demon, but if there are too many demons, it is often the case that a Deadwood Warrior is dragged into the River of Flames after killing one.

As soon as he entered the river of fire, the deadwood warrior immediately lost his protection, and after a few moments, he disappeared without a trace. And the fire continued to flow into the earth, and more and more demons were approaching the outer creatures.

After the first wave of Deadwood warriors were burned to death, another wave came from behind. This time, Ouyang Yisu asked a team of powerful elves to protect a warrior, and more than a dozen teams with water system formations protected the powerful deadwood warriors to the death, and rushed into the river of flames without fear of death.

This time, the situation was reversed, and the more powerful Deadwood Warriors could kill about ten Flame Demons with a single battle, and the River of Flames became much darker after a battle.

"Duanmu old thief, don't be tricky, watch me turn your flames into a forest. Hum!" Ouyang Yisu took advantage of the victory to pursue, and sacrificed a golden willow.

The wicker swayed in the wind, instantly turning into a thousand-year-old tree, located in the center of the illusion of all things. Countless creatures crouched on the dense branches, and these spirits were all holding magic tricks and praying for rain.

The golden wicker is Ouyang Yisu's real name magic weapon, and it is the spirit of a thousand-year-old tree. It can protect the elves under the sea of fire, and can also provide powerful water law help against the sky and rain.

"Okay! Ouyang Gu Lord, I didn't expect you to sacrifice the legendary Golden Willow Spirit, haha!" Duanmu Wenzheng looked up to the sky and laughed: "But don't be too happy, the River of Flames is not the end, take my sword Dao Extreme Flying Feather Burning the Sky." ”

The body of the golden willow spirit grew up quickly when it landed, and instantly became a hundred zhang in size, which was definitely the strongest wood magic weapon. Under the cover of the golden willow spirit, the river of flames slowly shrank as the sky rained down.

The elves took the opportunity to have more space in the battle situation and forced the flame demon back step by step. The Deadwood Warriors are even more courageous, chasing those fire demons with nowhere to escape under the protection of the rain elves.

Just when everyone thought that Ouyang Yisu had the advantage and Duanmu Wenzheng was bound to lose, Duanmu Wenzheng raised the Flying Feather Divine Sword for the fourth time.

Duanmu Fumizheng was injured and bloody, and he used his own blood as an introduction to maximize the power of kendo.

"Flying Feather Burning Sky, can you dodge?" Duanmu Wenzheng coldly flicked the sword in Ouyang Yisu's hand and flew away.

The long sword flew into the air and spun on its own, turning the red cloud into a piece of fire, and then the Flying Feather Divine Sword turned into countless and scattered with a ball of flame each.

Although the two of them have not been fighting for a long time, they are both imagining the level of fatigue in the battle of spirits. Ouyang Yisu was exhausted, and if it weren't for the support of the Golden Willow Spirit, he would have fallen long ago.

Although Duanmu Wenzheng is better, he is also trembling all over, and he can be stabbed down with a weak finger. So after Ouyang Yisu used the Golden Willow Spirit, he decisively used the Flying Feather Burning Sky stunt.

If he didn't use this trick, Duanmu Wenzheng would definitely not be able to fight the thousand-year-old golden willow spirit, and after using this trick, Duanmu Wenzheng would sit in the ring with confidence and breathe.

"What the hell is Duanmuwen doing and sitting down like this?"

"He's so confident?"

"Maybe it's plotting the next step. ”

"I think eighty percent of them have won, and my face is much more relaxed. ”

"Ouyang Yisu is dying, he has already fallen twice. ”

The cultivators quietly talked about the two in the ring, worrying and speculating.

"If this golden willow spirit can't overcome the river of flames, I'm defeated. Ouyang Yisu sat slumped on the ground, and a group of elves surrounded her to heal her wounds.

"Lord of all things, what should I do? Alas, the elves of all things, stand down, I lost, thank you. ”