The disadvantage of the giant sword is that it is inflexible, but Song Yanxing relied on his terrifying power to dance the giant sword phantom like a butterfly wearing flowers.

Yang Wei already had beads of sweat on his forehead, no matter how tricky the attack was, the man in red in front of him could always block it with a seemingly clumsy giant sword, and even fight back, forcing himself to retreat again and again!

It seems that you can only show your hole cards!

Yang Wei's shadow elongated strangely, broke into three pieces, and turned into three blurred shadows and slowly stood up.

Silver-level Dream Seal: Shadowy!

A cold glint flashed in Yang Wei's eyes, and the three strange shadows immediately surrounded Song Yanxing with understanding.

"You actually know how to smelt dreams into dream seals, who told you?"

Song Yanxing, who was surrounded, was calm, and the giant sword was inserted into the ground at will, not taking the three shadows in his eyes. It's just that the look of doubt in his eyes is very obvious.

The powerful Dream Protector can smelt the dream realm under his control into the Dream Seal Origin above the soul, and can directly obtain the support of the magic power from the dream realm, and the speed of the explosion is faster and the power is more rapid.

It takes a very strong soul power to completely smelt a dream into a dream seal.

Song Yanxing was very interested in this method. In his memory, only true gods had this method. So he naturally boiled down the method to a divine technique that only the gods could control. And mortals who covet the power of the gods must pay with their lives. Or, let him go, and he will hand over the way to compress the dream.

The three shadows flipped in their hands, and the pitch-black dagger appeared silently, and the surrounding light curved slightly, making it difficult to judge the trajectory of the dagger.

"No comment!"

Before the words fell, the black shadow behind Yang Wei quickly lengthened, like a layer of black silk cloth, quickly enveloping Yang Wei.

"Don't say yes, do you? Then I'll help you soften your mouth. Song Yanxing had already anticipated Yang Wei's answer, the corners of his mouth hooked, and his right hand pulled out the phantom of the giant sword inserted on the ground, leaving a fiery red sword shadow in the air.

In the battle with Yang Wei just now, he attacked more and defended less. With the sword of the god of fire in his body, he should go forward and slash and cut off the bloody heads of his enemies!

The real power of this sword is not in the hardness, but in the sharpness!

Song Yanxing's phantom power frantically poured into the Sky Shattering Flame Shadow Sword, and the flames on the sword's body suddenly erupted, and the clouds in the air were glowing dark red like fire. The flames formed by the flames of the giant sword were a little more illusory, and the flames on it were even more pulsating.

Yang Wei shuttled back and forth in the three dark shadows surrounding Song Yanxing, and his body quickly merged with them, making it difficult to distinguish them. This way of fighting has been integrated into his bloodline, and he has absolute confidence that he will not be discovered by Song Yanxing.

As he expected, Song Yanxing really couldn't find Yang Wei from the shadows running around him, but he had an easier way to find Yang Wei directly.

A golden flame pattern appeared at Song Yanxing's feet and spread rapidly, forming a huge disc with the momentum of the stars arching over the moon.

After seeing the pattern, Yang Wei's brows furrowed, although he didn't know what the pattern was, his intuition told him that these things were not ordinary. Moreover, it would be unwise for an Assassin to be exposed to his enemies. After all, he is better at missing a hit, running away thousands of miles, and confronting Song Yanxing head-on, which is not a small challenge.

However, no matter how dangerous the trap is, he can only step on it himself, even if Lu Yang has no power in front of the man in red. Even if he didn't use soul coercion, it would be impossible for Lu Yang to hurt a single hair of Song Yanxing.

The four shadows quickly approached with the ethereal afterimage, and the pitch-black dagger in his hand was like a poisonous snake ready to attack, stabbing towards different places on Song Yanxing's body.

Song Yanxing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he snorted disdainfully.

Gold-level Dream Seal: Flame Altar!

"Boom!"

Song Yanxing raised the giant sword in his hand, and a thick pillar of fire erupted from the disc under his feet, drowning him and the four shadows beside him in the blink of an eye.

The pillar of fire that rose into the sky lasted only a moment, and the sudden rise in temperature evaporated the surrounding snow completely, leaving only the roasted black ground.

The flames dissipated, and the pattern of the Collapse Flame Sacrifice Sword Altar under Song Yanxing's feet had disappeared. The disdain in his eyes disappeared, replaced by surprise.

Reaching out to cover the wound on his left shoulder, his face was horribly gloomy.

Yang Wei and the three shadows were indeed overwhelmed by the flames, but the high temperature did not have the ability to turn them into ashes in an instant, and the three shadows instantly fused into Yang Wei's body, and the layers of black shadows quickly turned into ashes in the flames. But in battle, all you need is to race against time, and one second is enough to decide the winner. If it weren't for Song Yanxing blocking the attack with his shoulder, his head would have had to move at that time.

I have to say that the dream seal that has smelted the dream realm is extremely powerful, even if it is a silver-level dream seal, it plays a stronger role than the gold-level dream seal.

Song Yanxing stared at Yang Wei panting in front of him, boundless anger brewing in his eyes.

"How dare you hurt the body of a god...... Unforgivable! Let you ants feel the wrath of the gods!"

Song Yanxing raised his arm high, and a golden-colored giant sword pattern jumped on it. Flames suddenly rose from the lines, and the dazzling gold turned into a mixture of red and yellow in the blink of an eye. The flames on the surface of the lines became more and more vigorous, enveloping Song Yanxing, who was raising his arms.

Feeling the terrifying illusion power fluctuations, Yang Wei's face changed greatly, and he sprinted towards Song Yanxing again, but was forced back by the flames.

"Haiyun, take Xiaolan and Lu Yang...... Run!"

Yang Wei's face was even worse, the black shadow behind him was divided into four, and suddenly three more vague shadows appeared beside him.

Nie Haiyun didn't know how strong Yang Wei's strength was, but what Yang Wei thought was dangerous was definitely very dangerous to himself. Nie Haiyun didn't say a word, picked up Yang Lan on his back, dragged Lu Yang and quickly ran away. Fortunately, there was a thick layer of snow on the ground, otherwise Lu Yang would definitely be ground by the ground.

On this day, almost everyone in Harbin City heard the sound of the sword unsheathed, as if it was in their own ears. But when he turned around, there was no one around him wielding a gun or sword, and after looking around suspiciously a few times, most people thought that they were hallucinating.

The terrifying illusion power fluctuations slowly dissipated, Song Yanxing looked at the fragments of clothes on the ground, raised his sword eyebrows, and said with a little regret: "It's a pity that he let him escape." ”

His loss didn't last long, and after making sure that Ai Feng was still alive, he dragged the unconscious Ai Feng away. Behind him, there was a sword mark that was less than half a meter, and at a glance, there was bottomless darkness, even though the cave wall had been burned red......