Ye Linglong didn't know how to introduce to Leng Zhuo for a while, because what Ximen Blowing Snow did could almost be described as exterminating Tianliang, otherwise even the ancestor of the Ximen family would have come out in person to capture him.

"He is the eldest brother of Ximen Wan'er, Ximen Blowing Snow, the eldest grandson of the Ximen family, but now he has been removed from the Ximen family!" Ye Linglong said.

"Ximen Wan'er's eldest brother, the eldest grandson of the Ximen family!" Leng Zhuo really didn't have a taste for it, but he turned his head again to look at Ximen Blowing Snow, this beautiful man who can be described as a demon is a bit similar to Ximen Wan'er.

When Ximen Wan'er was twenty-nine years old, her youth had already revealed the charm of the ever-changing demon girl, although Leng Zhuo ranked her seventh among the ten daughters of the Holy Heaven, it was a bit subjective, but Leng Zhuo didn't like that kind of bewitching fox, but she couldn't help but admit that Ximen Wan'er was a stunner.

The Ximen family's thousand illusion tricks, cultivated to a small success, are already bewitching and unparalleled, and the heartstrings are troublesome, that is, Leng Zhuo did not have much contact with Ximen Wan'er, and Ximen Wan'er did not have the spirit to tempt Leng Zhuo's waste material, otherwise Leng Zhuo would not hook his fingers, and his soul would be hooked.

Ximen Fuxue frowned slightly, looking at the sister-in-law woman who was wrapped in a black and delicate battle armor, but she couldn't remember who it was, but it didn't matter, the people of the empire, he would kill if he wanted to.

"Remove the name, heh, okay, it's almost over, but don't think that I'll let you go, the person I want to kill by blowing the Snow Silver Demon must die!"

Ximen Fuxue raised his arm as he spoke, and a wind like a jade belt rolled up from his arm, conjuring up a thousand illusionary blades.

"Thousands of illusions and hundreds of blades, Leng Zhuo be careful, this is the Ximen family's clan knife, it is a saint-level soldier's ear! Sealed with an eighth-order phantom fox, it can be long or short, it can be divided or combined, and it is ever-changing!"

"Little girl, I know a lot, but even if I know that it is a thousand illusion blades, what can I do!" Ximen Fuxue narrowed his eyes, and his crescent-like eyes emitted a cold cold light, and the thousand illusion blades in his hand swept towards Leng Zhuo.

A Thousand Illusion Blades is a saint-level phantom soldier, which means that this blade itself is an unreal existence, and from a distance, it doesn't look like a knife at all, but a strange-shaped weapon made up of countless blades.

Leng Zhuo was ten meters away from him, but the knife actually refracted a few rays of moonlight, as if it was a folding knife, elongated several times, and a cold light flashed through the air, Leng Zhuo leaned back, avoiding the blade that was as fast as an aurora

Leng Zhuo secretly said that it was dangerous, and only then did he straighten up, and saw that there were suddenly countless knife shadows in front of him, which were actually the same as Zhao Yun's Luomei Jiazhu marksmanship, virtual and real, and countless knife shadows were conjured, making people shrouded in it, and it was impossible to distinguish the real from the fake.

It can't be seen with the naked eye, but Leng Zhuo has a spiritual force field, five meters above his body is Leng Zhuo's absolute control area, and his spiritual power is all over every inch of this range, and any faint air flow can't escape Leng Zhuo's perception, but what makes Leng Zhuo's scalp tingle is that the dazzling knife shadows shot by the other party are all real, and each one has substance.

The dense rain of knives swept by, and blood flowers bloomed from every inch of Leng Zhuo's body, and in an instant, Leng Zhuo had become a blood gourd, and blood was oozing from all over his body, but the blade that swept in front of Leng Zhuo turned a corner, flew back again, and inserted it into the thousand blades like a fox's tail.

"Tsk, I actually let you escape the key point, but it's an interesting boy, listening to the conversation between you, it seems that you think my little sister is not a good girl!

"Young master, (Leng Zhuo)" Liang Hongyu and Ye Linglong ran over quickly, supporting Leng Zhuo, who was a little crumbling.

"Shaft, look for death!" Liang Hongyu looked at Leng Zhuo's blood-soaked appearance, and suddenly like an angry lioness, a teleportation had already come to the body of Ximen Blowing Snow, the colorful mantis dagger, directly breaking through the air, and cutting down from the forehead of Ximen Blowing Snow.

Ximen Blowing Snow's body was suddenly cut in half with a single blade, but just like before, the collective seemed to be a phantom that had been transformed and dispersed in the wind.

Liang Hongyu was surprised, the person who was cut in half by her actually appeared in front of her, and the big fist hit her abdomen, Liang Hongyu's heart moved, the person had disappeared into the void, and the punch of Ximen Fuxue broke through the air.

Liang Hongyu appeared next to Leng Zhuo again, but she was covering her lower abdomen, obviously although she dodged the punch with teleportation, but at that moment, she was still hit by the punch wind, this man is really strong.

"Hey, this is the instantaneous spatial movement of the Holy Mantis of the Great Moon Clan, it seems to be getting more and more interesting!" "Ximen Fuxue shook his hand and said with a cynical expression.

Leng Zhuo looked at Ximen Fuxue's fickle face, it was hard to believe, different expressions appeared on the same face, and there was no sense of disharmony between them, from cruel murder to warm concern for his sister, and then it became a cynical appearance.

Because he had been in contact with Ximen Wan'er, Leng Zhuo had a certain understanding of the Thousand Illusions Secret Recipe cultivated by the Ximen Family, which was the secret book of the Ximen Family, and the cultivator had to go through one, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, and one hundred thousand

and then reach the top level of the mind.

And when he has reached that last illusion of the mind, if a person is illusory, if he

This last illusion, the heart illusion is only known to the core disciples of the Ximen family, in the outside world, the thousand illusion heart trick is only up to 100,000 changes, and when it reaches this layer, combined with the strength above the heavenly spirit, it can already become one of the top powerhouses in the empire.

Leng Zhuo pushed Ye Linglong away, stood up straight, and said, "You two stand back!" Looking at Ximen Fuxue, he raised his arm, and from the bloodstained wound, a series of colorful silk spurted out to heal the wound quickly: "The Ximen family's Thousand Illusion Heart Trick and Thousand Illusion Hundred Blades really live up to their reputation, you want to kill me and I, but I want to take in your subordinates, let's make a bet!"

"Leng Zhuo, you're crazy!" Ye Linglong shouted loudly.

Read * book is the fastest w] Ximen Fuxue licked his lips, oh, and said: "It seems to be very interesting, what do you want to bet on!"

"Bet on whether you can kill me, and I'll take you down, and if you lose, then how about being my subordinate!"

Ximen Chuixue didn't even think about it, and said, "I promised, but you will die in the end!"

"It's not started yet, it's better not to jump to conclusions!" Leng Zhuo said as he spoke, the colorful spiritual power in his body erupted out, turning into a colorful butterfly armor, and the colorful butterfly wings on his back stretched out, pulled out the weeping blood sword, and said.

"Heavenly Spirit level, tsk, it seems that I really looked away!" Ximen Blowing Snow said, but his wrist flipped over: "Then eat me again, Thousand Illusions!"

Leng Zhuo snorted lightly, and the butterfly step under his feet moved, and the person was already like a dancing butterfly, dangdang, the weeping blood sword bounced away the phantom swords that leaned forward, and a rain of swords flew by, but Leng Zhuo came to Ximen Blowing Snow intact.

"I heard that the Ximen family's Thousand Illusion Mind can transform into thousands of bodies, but I want to see if it is you who can transform quickly, and I am my sword fast!" Leng Zhuo said as he said, and the Weeping Blood Sword had already been split with his head.

Ximen Blowing Snow flew backwards and flew out, but in front of him were phantom shadows, Leng Zhuo's weeping blood sword split was all illusory Ximen Blowing Snow, Ximen Blowing Snow's every move seemed to have changed into overlapping shadows, making it difficult for the naked eye to distinguish, but Leng Zhuo used his mental power to distinguish the true from the false.

But every time the Weeping Blood Sword fell, it still couldn't cut off a single hair of the opponent.

"Your spiritual power seems to be very strong, maybe if you change to other people from the Simon family, you will definitely not be able to dodge your attacks, but you touched me.

Leng Zhuo withdrew the Weeping Blood Sword, "What, have you given up!" Leng Zhuo sneered, and a faint wind on his body flowed out in all directions: "Is it more than the number, thousands of wind blades, roll!"

The wind, which flowed like water, suddenly turned into pieces of thin blades, centered on Leng Zhuo's body, rotated at high speed, and spread out in all directions, within a range of twenty meters around Leng Zhuo, even small grains of sand could not escape the dense wind blades, and one by one the Ximen blowing snow turned into pieces of flying leaves in the wind, dissipating in the air.

"That's all, it's far from enough!" Ximen Blowing Snow's strange voice sounded on the side, as if it was echoing in his ears, and when he looked sideways, there were one by one in the wind that Simon Blowing Snow jumped out, and then it was cut into countless pieces in an instant, but there was no real body.

The manic wind dispersed, but Leng Zhuo was slightly panting, this Ximen blowing snow was too bewitching.

On one side of the wall, Ximen Fuxue sat on the broken wall, looking up at the moon, and there seemed to be a trace of loneliness on his face.

"Ximen family, the most famous illusion skill, thousands of phantom foxes!" Ximen Fuxue said, throwing out the thousands of phantom blades, and on the blade of the sword, hundreds of blades flew out, conjuring up a phantom fox.

"Thousands of phantom foxes, it is a move that is performed with thousands of illusion blades, a sword can conjure up a real phantom fox, and each phantom fox can conjure up ninety-nine illusory foxes, but even an illusory fox has half of the attack power of the body!"

As Simon finished blowing the snow, one by one, foxes came out, and in just a moment, they completely covered the surroundings, these phantom foxes opened their sharp teeth and stretched their sharp claws, from the sky, the ground, and all directions towards Leng Zhuo's thousands of wind gusts.

However, Ximen Fuxue stood up from the top of the wall, holding the full moon scimitar in his hand, holding the handle in one hand and the back of the knife in the other: "What a beautiful moon, but I prefer the blood-red moon to the silver-white moonlight, bright and beautiful! Simon Fuxue said, his body naturally turned, and with the turn, the full moon scimitar in his hand was also cut out.

"Phantom Moon Thousand Changes!" From the top of the sword brocade, a huge crescent moon blade spun rapidly, glowing with the brilliance of the cold moon, slashing towards Leng Zhuo in the group of foxes.