"Be careful!"

Seeing Feng Zhiping's expression of pain and half-kneeling on the ground, and there was no reaction to the four crocodiles who came to kill him, Zhan Qianwu hurriedly reminded him that he was about to help, but he saw that the ground around Feng Zhiping was dusty, and four bright silver clovers were competing to open.

Clover is beautiful, bright, and vicious.

They landed lightly on the crocodile's snout, growing wildly, instantly enveloping the entire head, and then the body, and when they withered, the four huge crocodiles withered and returned to the loess.

This move is not as powerful as the sword cage, but it is more targeted, although it is an acquired skill, the power is not inferior at all, and even slightly exceeded.

Only ignorant mediocre people will think that the acquired art is inherently useless, and the two people present are proud of their family history, and they understand that the most obvious is that the moves and techniques are all auxiliary, and the power depends on the person who uses it in the final analysis.

This move is Feng Zhiping's most proficient move, and his favorite move is the strongest move he can perform when he is still a cripple, at this critical juncture, he naturally used it, instinctively, and with the blessing of golden spiritual power, the power is endless.

Zhan Qianwu's eyes narrowed dangerously, she naturally would not be confused by appearances, she knew the strength of this move, and was surprised that Feng Zhiping's swordsmanship was so strong, it made her feel a bit of unfathomable taste of returning to the basics.

It's not really rubbish.

Muttering secretly in his heart, the spear turned around to hold the crocodile kiss, and floated to Feng Zhiping's side with his strength.

Feng Zhiping wanted to fight her earlier, and when she landed, she had already adjusted her position and her back to defend each other, and when she heard a heavy gasp behind her, she asked in a deep voice, "Injured?"

"No, it's just too much effort. Zhan Qianwu replied calmly, like Feng Zhiping, without mentioning any embarrassment.

"Rush out with me!"

Feng Zhiping was crisp and sharp, and when he moved, Zhan Qianwu pulled him with his back.

"It's useless, this is a formation, if you fall into the formation, you can't rush out!"

"I know it's a formation, I just came in, I can go from wherever I come from, I can definitely do it!"

Zhan Qianwu grabbed him again and said coldly: "If you can get out so easily, how can I still be here?" From the moment you stepped in, the road has shifted, and if you want to go out, you can only find the life gate of this formation!"

Feng Zhiping frowned, although the formation was strange, but as soon as he came in, the way was in front of him, but he was told that the road was not the road and the road was broken, so he refused to believe it.

"I'll try, follow me!"

The sword of Chaolu was closed at his side, and the power of the blade of indifference enveloped the two of them, and Feng Zhiping rushed out with a short body.

Zhan Qianwu snorted coldly, followed closely, without persuasion or stopping. She knows that there are some things that can never be persuaded by words without experiencing them personally.

Feng Zhiping had just come in, and he still recognized the trees in the safe place, slashed two fierce crocodiles blocking the way, ran to a banyan tree with a wide canopy, and was about to turn around to talk to Zhan Qianwu, but felt that the fishy wind was overwhelming.

I didn't have time to look, only the afterglow above saw a bloody mouth, and my heart was about to take out the sword, a fiery red spear had already burst out, and the sound of the fierce fire wave was like a dragon's roar, and a blazing pillar of fire roared into the sky.

The crocodile was killed instantly, and its burning head drooped down, but it did not change back to its original state.

Feng Zhiping was stunned to find that this guy only had a head, the branches and leaves of the crown of the tree had changed, and the body was still the trunk of a banyan tree, and the scene was very strange.

There are really crocodiles in the trees....

No, a tree is a crocodile!

But how?

Could it be really illusion, the power of illusion can be so terrifying?!

Illusion is powerful, he knows that Feng Moxiu once said that the Illusion Dao Grandmaster is supplemented by the best magic weapon, which can make people sink into the Illusion Sea and never wake up, and the weirdness is the best in the world.

But even so, his impression of illusion is still limited to confusion, in other words, everything created by illusion is fake, as long as the heart is clear and finds a flaw, he can break free.

But now, he didn't dare to think so easily.

Half a tree trunk and half a beast, the illusion is clearly placed in front of you, is there a bigger flaw than this?

No!

But he just can't see through it!

Whether it is the naked eye or the spiritual sense, half of the crocodile in front of you is real, and the other half of the tree is also real.

And he, knowing that it is false, but he can't find out where the fake is, why it is fake, as if there is such a creature in the world, and its form should be so, so absurd, so ridiculous, so intolerable to reason and common sense, but he can only accept it.

Who set up such a domineering phantom array?

Or is it not man-made at all, but natural?

Feng Zhiping prefers to believe in the latter, he really doesn't want to believe that someone can lay down such a miracle.

Zhan Qianwu felt his heart shake, and frowned and elbowed him heavily.

"Don't think too much, pure gods, the more you think, the more fearful you are, the stronger the monsters will be, this forest can read people's hearts!"

Can Lin Zi read people's hearts?

Feng Zhiping wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

He wanted to ask how to read people's hearts, whether these crocodiles were the things she feared, and the next moment, he found that he didn't need to ask.

One by one, crocodiles poked their heads out of the fallen leaves, and soon outnumbered their hands.

In addition to the crocodile, there are also many humanoid objects that appear from time to time, and they are not able to see their faces clearly, except that they are all holding a long strip in their hands.

Straight as a sword!

Is this what I fear?

Feng Zhiping tilted his head, a little puzzled.

There are many things he hates, such as caterpillars, such as osmanthus flavored pastries, but the only thing he is not afraid of is people, especially those who wield swords.

People can kill, making it easier for people with swords to kill, such as in today's Yuan territory, who is stronger than him Lao Tzu Feng Mo Xiu in terms of swordsmanship, and what swordsmanship is stronger than his Feng family sword revised by Lao Tzu?

This is not blind confidence, but confidence in his father, and confidence in the massive amount of sweat he has put in since childhood.

But then, his face changed.

Those who couldn't see their faces clearly put on a posture of raising their hands, with different postures, but they came from the same source.

It's the Fengjia Sword!

Not his Fengjia sword, but his second brother, his eldest brother, and even his father.

In an instant, Feng Zhiping suddenly realized that this was indeed what he feared the most.

These faceless monsters show three images, but in the end, they are asking for the same person - the one who wants to kill him!

The suspicion of Feng Zhiyou is the strongest, so the image of the second brother in the monster is the most, the eldest brother is less suspicious so the least, and the father...

He thought he was relieved, he had let go, and he even felt guilty about it several times, but at this moment, this forest, which read the darkest corners of his heart, let him know that he didn't.

The clouds did not disperse for a day, and he believed no one.

Zhan Qianwu didn't know what he was thinking, looked at the new swordsmen, and glanced at Feng Zhiping speechlessly: "I really didn't see that you are so narcissistic." ”

Feng Zhiping was stunned, and immediately couldn't cry or laugh.

The figures of these monsters are extremely similar to him, except that he can distinguish who they symbolize from the subtleties, and in the eyes of outsiders, they are copies of him, no wonder Zhan Qianwu misunderstands that he is so arrogant that he has no other opponent to fear in his eyes except himself.

Shaking his head and not explaining, the relationship between them was not familiar enough for him to blow up his privacy, and shook his neck with a sword flower towards Lu Jian, and he said softly: "I'll come, you beast." ”

"You!" Zhan Qianwu was furious, this kid dared to take advantage of her!

Feng Zhiping didn't give her a chance to be angry, and after speaking, he fought with a sword, without the urgency of a quick battle, and met it purely with the mentality of splitting and practicing between father and son, and in an instant, the sword shadow was heavy.

The Feng family sword is not so easy to practice.

Feng Zhiping secretly said in his heart, set up the killing move of wiping his throat, touched the opponent's throat with his hand, and the faceless head slipped down, and turned into broken leaves with his body before he landed.

If you want to kill me, at least do some new tricks that I haven't seen before, it's been demolished for more than ten years, can this kill?

The corners of his mouth smiled, and the iron plate bridge let the four killing swords bounce up quickly, and the sword of Chaolu was like an arm and fingers were picked up four times in a row, and the four broken leaves exploded with a bang.

Feng Zhiping saw that this Lin Zi really knew how to read minds, but unfortunately he only read the moves in his memory, and the real strength of his father and two brothers could not be imitated at all.

Although every time a faceling is eliminated, the strength of the new generation will be stronger, but only strength and speed are strong, the move techniques have not changed in the slightest, there are flaws that should be there, and the sword path that should be followed is meticulous, he doesn't even need to concentrate, he knows where the sword comes from and where it is going with his eyes closed.

Instead of engaging in these vain phantoms, it is better to get some crocodiles to pounce all the time, even if you get some caterpillars to come out, it is better than these fake tricks that have nothing to show for themselves.

Before, he felt that the forest was unpredictable, but now, he only felt that this broken forest was stupid, or that the people who arranged it were stupid.

He forgot that this ease actually belonged to him.

Even if it is a move, it will also require physical and internal strength, he has the help of the sword, as long as the spiritual power of the treasure blade is still there, and the energy can still be persistent, he can fight endlessly, but others can't.

As strong as Zhan Qianwu, the newly promoted Shenzang, continued to fight without stopping, and the internal force gradually showed signs of deficit, from the initial move to the current cautious restraint, she tried her best to control the use of residual strength, as much as possible to extend the time of the continuation of the battle a little longer.

People have limits, and no one can squander and sleep endlessly.

Feng Zhiping also has limits, but his limits are too wide and too wide compared to ordinary people.

Monsters and weirdos rose from the fallen leaves again and again, and were beaten back to the prototype again and again, this is a protracted battle with no end in sight, Feng Zhiping still enjoys it, but Zhan Qianwu can't hold it anymore.

She was not ashamed of Zhiping's perverted continuation power, because it was far beyond her expectations to be able to last so long, thanks to the fact that the quality and quantity of the internal force of the realm improvement had begun to change, otherwise she would have been exhausted a long time ago.

Feng Zhiping's perversion must have his reasons, she doesn't want to delve into it, but she won't be discouraged by this, his strength does not mean that he is weak, not to mention that his strength is only reflected in the strength of the internal force, if she really wants to put it right within three moves, she can beat him into mud.

Most of those crocodiles with brute strength close to divine hiding were killed by her, and without her, this bastard would have died a long time ago!

But now, she had to think about how to get out, and if she dragged it on, she would really die here.

But I've tried all the methods I can try, this damn forest is obviously not big, but I just can't get out, so far what methods have not been tried?

There is a way, but she has been hesitating.

Although she is a god treasure, the methods she used before are basically the moves of the spirit consciousness period, and the killing moves of the god treasure period are only simple and superficial, and she does not dare to act rashly.

She is not Feng Zhiping, she is just a newly promoted Shenzang, and she is a shackle to break through in a daze, although the martial artist of the Shenzang period can break the pulse and renew the flesh and blood, but this ability is not there when the realm is reached, without a long period of cultivation and understanding, she is not much different from the spiritual consciousness period except that her strength is stronger.

There is no magical sword species to help her continue her pulse, there is no time to temper the power that has been restless after the breakthrough, and the power and backlash are also incomparable to the Shenzang Method, and there is no time to hone and adjust, once she fails, the power is out of control, let alone save herself, she will most likely not even have a chance to push Feng Zhiping away, and she will explode on the spot, and together with Feng Zhiping, she will be blown into a meat paste that she can't pick up.

But now, she doesn't seem to have a choice.

If she doesn't make a choice, she will eventually be divided into many pieces and turned into mud in the belly of these crocodile visions.

"Give me time to hold half a stick of incense!"

Zhan Qianwu put away the gun and stood still, his eyes were resolute.

The tone is cold, non-negotiable, pure order!