"Phantom Array?"

Looking at the thousands of miles of yellow sand in front of him, Zhao Bingzhi didn't show much consternation. He understands that there are as many strange people in this world as many as stars, and he should have met one today. Qimen Dunjia, witchcraft illusion, Zhao Bing came from the imperial capital of Southern Chu, and his knowledge was not shallow, so he was not frightened by the formation that he did not come up with.

Soon Zhao Bing made a general judgment on the situation in front of him, it is impossible to retreat like this, although there is a risk in entering the formation, but Zhao Bing thinks that he is a 3-grade master, and he is not afraid of what the monk has in the formation. It's nothing more than the loss of some men and horses, even if the formation is really amazing, and his soldiers and horses are all lost in the formation, he still has a way to escape. At that moment, there was no scruples, and with a wave of his hand, a hundred cavalry were divided into two teams, 50 people in front and 50 people in the rear, and entered that formation.

Step in, and in an instant, the wind and sand will disperse. Stone towers are lined up in front of you. All the knights were speechless with iron pieces in their mouths, but the eyes they looked at Zhao Bing were all asking the same thing.

"This time, it's gone?"

Naturally not, Zhao Bing glanced at the stone tower, but did not see the figure of the unquit. He knew in his heart that the master of the formation had not yet come out, so how could he say that he had broken the formation?

Illusion, or is this man hiding somewhere else?

With a wave of his hand, he ordered the queue to move forward, and sure enough, he took a few more steps, only to feel that the world was spinning, and the illusion appeared again. This time it was not a long stretch of yellow sand, but a forest path. It was already dark and night, and it was even darker in this forest. All the riders subconsciously grabbed the swords in their hands. Then they heard a low roar of a tiger, and the horsemen looked around, only to see a pair of green eyes staring at them in the forest.

Tigers, the timid people have begun to tremble, and even the horses under their feet are affected, and gradually there is a commotion.

"Heh, it's just a fantasy world, if there were really tigers, they wouldn't be like this." Zhao Bing spoke at the moment to stabilize the morale of the army. What he said is also reasonable, as the saying goes, one mountain does not tolerate two tigers, and tigers have always been alone, where are there such groups of people.

All the cavalry settled down in their hearts, but at this moment, those "phantoms" hiding in the shadows rushed out.

The fear that everyone had just suppressed suddenly returned to their hearts, and the sword in their hands unconsciously slaughtered towards the fierce tiger that pounced.

Zhang Bing shouted at the moment: "No." But he couldn't stop the cavalry from swinging their swords, and as the swords were slashed out, several screams came. When everyone came back to their senses, where were there any mountain tigers, and the group didn't know when they returned to the entrance of the formation. A dozen or so soldiers fell from their horses, with obvious sword wounds, apparently stabbed by their own people.

This phantom array is so powerful, Zhang Bing looked at the stone towers, squinted his eyes, if he ambushed dozens of elite soldiers in the formation, combined with the phantom array to attack and kill, he was afraid that these people and horses would have been all lost here if they hadn't just now.

It's a pity that this monk obviously doesn't have these arrangements, and obviously has no intention of killing. Zhao Bing looked down at the group of wounded soldiers lying on the ground, if he was ready to kill, he shouldn't have withdrawn the phantom array just now, he should have let this fight continue!

Buddha compassion? It's ridiculous, since it has become a situation against the enemy, how can there be such a soft-hearted reason!

Thinking of this, Zhao Bing laughed and said, "Monk! And if that's all you have? Then you better retreat here, or you will die by my sword!" ”

The voice of the unquit came from all around: "Lord Zhao, it's useless to talk more, if you have a way to break the formation, come and try it." ”

Zhao Bing chuckled and ordered someone to send the injured soldiers outside the battle. After that, he entered the battle again.

Again, the world was spinning, and this time, they were in the middle of a battlefield that had ended. Obviously, this is a big battle, and there are countless corpses and weapons discarded on the battlefield by both sides. Zhao Bing carefully observed the surroundings, hoping to find some flaws in this illusion. And as he observed, he saw a corpse in the middle of the battlefield, twitching and getting up from the ground.

Seeing this, Zhao Bing's soldiers once again felt boundless terror, and held the sword in their hands again.

"Collect the gods! It's just an illusion! Zhao Bing admonished, but when he saw the swords wielded by the dead corpses, the timid soldier could only close his eyes and let himself stop looking.

The knife fell, but it passed through, Zhao Bing smiled secretly, but in the next second, he heard a soldier howl and hung down his horse. The crowd hurried to look at the man, but saw a dead corpse's spear stabbed into the chest of the fallen soldier. The soldier fell to the ground, blood pouring from his mouth, and the corpse let out a strange cry, constantly stirring the spear that stabbed into his chest.

Everyone was stunned, heard another scream, looked back, and saw a soldier being dropped to the ground by a machete, and the surrounding zombies rushed up and hacked him to death.

No way! It's impossible, it's just a fantasy, how can it hurt people? Could it be that the enemy was ambushed in the phantom array!

Zhao Bing's mind was moved, and at this time, he saw a dead corpse stabbing a spear at him, seeing that the spear was about to open a big hole in his head, Zhao Bing couldn't hold it anymore, he grabbed the spear body with one hand, turned around and cut off the head of the corpse with a knife!

Blood, splattered. Zhao Bing's ferocity became fierce, and he shouted angrily: "The demon monk is killed!" ”

But who would have thought, a gust of wind blew, and Zhao Bing and his party returned to the entrance of the formation. He held the spear in his hand, but there was something, but the spear was the spear of his own soldiers, and when he looked back, there were no corpses, only a headless corpse wearing the armor of the Kunzi battalion, unwilling to fall aside.

And he looked again at the horsemen behind him, and there were no more dead or wounded.

Zhao Bing immediately understood that those soldiers who were killed by the corpses did not exist, they were all illusions created by not abstaining from illusions, and the intention was to disturb his judgment! The funny thing is that I think I am the most sober, but I am the first to be hit!

All the cavalry looked at Zhao Bing in astonishment, looking at the soldier who was so dead that he couldn't die anymore, and they were all extremely scared of that formation in their hearts.

Zhao Bing immediately made a look of grief and said: "What a demon monk, kill my comrades, this hatred is not shared!" ”

This sentence is a good intention. One is to blame the murder on Bu Jie, and the other is to inspire the revenge of those knights. Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the soldier's fear of the battle was dispelled a lot, and the broken army's heart was reunited, and at the same time, he also respected the general who killed his comrade by mistake.

Zhao Bing's face sank, thinking about this method of breaking the formation, but he didn't dare to rush in again. Although the illusion is an illusion after all, it can't cause substantial harm, but I'm afraid that if I don't quit, I will do some kind of conspiracy.

Zhao Bing looked at the corpses on the ground, sneering psychologically, but said that this soldier was probably also affected by the illusion and regarded Zhao Bing as those dead corpses. A shot stabbed him, if it weren't for Zhao Bing's strong martial arts, it would be Zhao Bing who died this time. It seems that the main means of killing the Phantom Array is still relying on them to kill each other.

Zhao Bing suddenly had a glimmer of realization in his heart, this non-precept monk should be under his martial arts, if not, why attack himself with such means? Then he laughed, slashed the long knife, and ordered his subordinates to stand by, and broke into the formation alone!

It was another whirlwind, and this time, Zhao Bing was in a bamboo forest. He cupped his horse's head and looked around. chuckle.

"Demon monk, look how you hurt me!"