As expected, the two sword lights were easily broken by Xia Qingyang's hunting knife again, but this time he didn't have time to teleport away, and the four sword lights appeared at a faster speed, and the head slashed down.

The horizontal knife is still effortless.

But a haze flashed in Xia Qingyang's heart, because he could already feel the faint fluctuation of soul power from the sword light, which was something that he hadn't done before.

This shows that the number of sword lights is not only increasing, but the power is also gradually increasing, although the increase is not large, but he believes that when the sword light accumulates to a certain amount, I am afraid that it will burst out with unimaginable power.

Xia Qingyang was once again in a predicament, even more difficult than facing Qi Qi's pursuit, because he had been firmly bound by the sword light, and he had no time and space to move.

At this time, it is useless to regret not leaving when the sword light is less, Xia Qingyang retracted his mind and concentrated on the Soul Breaking Knife Technique, and the fourth type of Heaven and Earth Net played a huge role at this time, because the sword light was already increasing.

When the number of sword lights is already difficult to count, and the sword light itself is also condensed like a substance, it is already a little difficult for Xia Qingyang to cut it at once, usually it takes two or even more, but if he cuts one, he will give birth to two, so he falls into a dead loop.

Fortunately, Xia Qingyang's sword technique had entered the realm before, and he was still able to barely keep the sword light from getting close, and the soul breaking knife technique was too domineering and domineering, but it could still support it.

However, it is not a way to go on like this after all, even if the sword light does not increase anymore, Xia Qingyang will be exhausted to death, and he doesn't know how much he has eaten since the Strengthening Body Pill and Hui Soul San, but the sword light still has no intention of stopping.

"We can't go on like this, we have to take a risk. Xia Qingyang gritted his teeth, and suddenly swung his knife and quickly slashed out, and at the same time waved the silver wings behind him.

As expected, more than a dozen sword lights quickly slashed at his body before he teleported away.

Xia Qingyang was wearing a Horcrux battle armor, but it didn't play any role at all, it collapsed in an instant, and he was directly cut into pieces by the sword light, but it finally bought him some time, the teleportation was completed, and he left the place with a dozen wounds that were not too deep.

However, when he showed his figure and was about to step on the shoe print when he first entered, a sword light that was more than ten times wider than before slashed across the air, Xia Qingyang hurriedly raised his knife to meet him, this time he took a defensive position, and the iron lock crossed the river!

However, the sword light appeared very abruptly, the timing was just right, Xia Qingyang's foothold was not stable, and he was pushed out a few steps by this knife, and when he stood still, the knife light turned into a flying knife in the sky, and besieged him again.

The wounds on his body were still bleeding, but Xia Qingyang suddenly calmed down, and continued to resist the knife light with a hunting knife while thinking about the current situation.

The pursuit of Qiqi in the previous area is easy to explain, but the knife light here is a little weird, if it is said that the person who enters is automatically strangled, it is easy to say, but when Xia Qingyang took the opportunity to escape, he was able to recognize his intentions and choose a different way of attacking, so as to prevent him from leaving, which is not something that an unconscious sword light can do.

Illusions, no matter how clever they are, are dead things, and they can't be self-conscious, unless - someone is secretly manipulating all of this!

Thinking of this, Xia Qingyang suddenly had an idea, he saw the opportunity to suddenly erupt, and Shengsheng shook all the sword light in front of him, and then teleported away.

Although he was slashed by several swords again, he did not cause fatal damage.

After Xia Qingyang's teleportation disappeared, thousands of sword lights also disappeared, turning into broad knife lights that reappeared above a pair of shoe prints.

However, before it could be cut out, something broke through the air, and the two collided together, exploding, and the broad sword light disintegrated, turning into a little white light.

But it was Xia Qingyang who teleported elsewhere, punched out a soul talisman, and then teleported again, this time standing on a pair of footprints smoothly and stepping back.

The little white light quickly condensed into a knife light, but after all, it was a step slower, slashing Xia Qingyang's phantom, and then disappeared into the air.

The figure flashed, his feet fell to the ground, Xia Qingyang dodged and moved sideways for the first time, but this time there was neither a fierce beast attack, nor a sword light, but only rolling mountains.

That's right, Xia Qingyang suddenly found himself on the top of a mountain peak, and there were mountains everywhere he looked, one after the other, boundless.

Although he was puzzled in his heart, he was finally able to take a breath, and he was exhausted by two fierce battles in a row, and he didn't care where he was now, so he simply sat down on the spot, took out the soul stone and began to cultivate.

I don't know how long it took, he finally regained his energy, and the wounds on his body had healed, Xia Qingyang stood up and carefully looked at the surrounding environment.

This is by no means a dark forest, and it doesn't look like the Lock River Mountains, the most likely thing is that it is still in the illusion, but in a different area.

Although there was no danger in this area, Xia Qingyang couldn't be happy, because no danger meant no variables, and there was no clue if he wanted to get out of the illusion.

In desperation, Xia Qingyang stepped back again, as expected, the scene changed, this time he appeared on a boulder, surrounded by the river, at first it was calm, everything was peaceful, and suddenly the wind surged, and the big lang was monstrous.

Before the dozens of meters high Lang head hit, Xia Qingyang stepped back and disappeared again.

Next, Xia Qingyang suddenly ended his comfortable trip, and encountered great trouble, the land he was in was red, as if it was being burned, extremely hot, and he felt unbearable with his realm, so he only stayed for a moment and quickly withdrew.

However, when he was still sighing with palpitations, he suddenly felt an alarm, only to see a purple smoke around him, fluttering and shaking, and the atmosphere was strange.

"Poisonous!" Although Xia Qingyang had already held his breath, he found that the purple smoke could directly enter his body through his skin, and the purple smoke that entered his body suddenly became irritable and rampage, destroying Xia Qingyang's flesh meridians almost instantly.

Xia Qingyang hurriedly retreated in shock, but found that he couldn't move at all, and a red star faintly flashed in the purple smoke, emitting a faint red light to envelop him, and it was this faint red light that firmly bound him in place.

However, Xia Qingyang really has too many powerful means, after two vicious battles, he has also thought carefully in addition to resting, and has comprehensively sorted out the means he can use, so as not to have the matter of forgetting the Beastmaster Seal when he was in the Great War.

Although Ziyan is domineering, he can't kill him in a short time, the most terrifying thing is the restraint of red light, Xia Qingyang's palm flipped, and an ancient mirror appeared.

The misty blue light emitted out, gradually isolating the red light, Xia Qingyang suddenly felt relieved, hurriedly took a step back, and disappeared out of thin air.

This time, Xia Qingyang appeared in a desert without people, and a red sun hung lonely in the air.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he was stunned for a long time, and Xia Qingyang suddenly had a hint of enlightenment in his heart, as if he had captured something.

Stepping, retreating, disappearing, scene changes, and sure enough, there is a barren and desolate land with almost no grass.

Immediately, the rain poured down?????? Xia Qingyang smiled and stepped out.

He reappeared in the area he entered for the first time, still with the fragrance of grass and flowers, ancient trees and streams, but on the lawn in front of the ancient trees, there was an old man.

The old man sat on a stone bench with a stone table in front of him, and a stone bench opposite the stone table.

Xia Qingyang didn't move, but the old man suddenly turned his head to look at him, with a warm smile on his face.

This is an ordinary old man who can no longer be ordinary, with dark clothes and pants, five short figures, only one head is surprisingly big, the white hair on the head is pulled into a bun, the facial features are also mediocre, a pair of eyes are squinted, and if you don't look carefully, it seems to be closed.

"The little guy is good, come, come, come and play a game of chess with the old man. The old man suddenly stretched out his hand to beckon.

The demeanor, movements, and language are extremely natural, just like the old grandfather at the head of the village summoning familiar chess friends, Xia Qingyang was distracted, knowing that he had met a real master, he groaned slightly, and walked over.

The old man didn't look at him again after greeting him, and lowered his head to fiddle with the chess box on the stone table, in which were hundreds of chess pieces, the chess pieces were black and white, round and smooth, but there was no chessboard on the stone table.

Xia Qingyang saw that the old man didn't mean to sit down, touched his nose, made a gesture to the old man, and sat down by himself.

The old man smiled, took out a black chess piece from the chess box, pondered for a long time, and placed it on the table.

Xia Qingyang finally couldn't help it, and said: "This old man, the kid is stupid, but this kind of play without a chessboard can't do it, please advise." ”

"Chessboard?" The old man suddenly snorted coldly, showed a proud look, and said: "The old man's chess pieces are afraid that there is no chessboard in this world that is qualified to be loaded, so today I will use heaven and earth as a chessboard to play a game with Xiaoyou, how about it?"

With heaven and earth as a chessboard, Xia Qingyang gasped, this is really a big breath, could it be that he met a legendary soul master?

"It's your turn. Seeing Xia Qingyang in a daze, the old man showed an impatient look and urged.

Xia Qingyang subconsciously picked up a white chess piece, but he didn't know where to put it, the old man looked at him with a smile, and his face seemed to be joking and expectant.

"Hmph, if you don't say it, I won't let it go?" Xia Qingyang is also a teenager, and he was aroused to be arrogant, and the chess piece in his hand fell tightly against the black chess.

"Haha--good! good! good!" the old man danced like a child, and said in admiration, "It is really a wonderful trick to follow the trend, and it is wonderful." ”

Before the words fell, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, and the two of them appeared in a desert with stone tables and stone benches, and the red sun was at the head.

"This is—" When Xia Qingyang was surprised, the old man had already fallen again, and said with a smile: "One step at a time, please let the little friend fall down." ”