The pale cyan fighting spirit was seen by Huang Yuchen in the classics before. This kind of person has a special cultivation method, abandoning other qi in the power of nature, and specializing in wood qi, which can make the fighting qi cyan, light cyan, which is roughly equivalent to the level of a martial artist.

Aoki-colored fighting spirit, mainly attacking mild spells, can control people's perceptions, most of the people who cultivate this kind of fighting qi are proficient in formation spells, especially proficient in illusion formations, but generally lack the ability to fight head-on.

Huang Yuchen gently put Zhan Pengfei on the ground and looked at the white-clothed scribe in front of him quietly. Just now, he tapped Zhan Pengfei's body with a folding fan, and the pale cyan fighting qi surged out, spreading rapidly in Zhan Pengfei's body, controlling his emotions, and directly implanting illusions. Although it was immediately cracked by himself, the damage to Pengfei had already been achieved and was irreversible.

"You, what kind of illusion did you use? Huang Yuchen stood quietly, with a big knife stuck at his side, looked at the white-clothed scribe, and said softly.

The white-clothed scribe smiled slightly, opened the folding fan, and said softly, "It's nothing, it just reminds him of the past." ”

Huang Yuchen glanced down at Zhan Pengfei, who had passed out, such an iron-blooded man, what kind of past could defeat him.

Taking a deep breath, Huang Yuchen touched the big knife with one hand and held his breath to concentrate.

Facing the white-clothed scribe who cultivated Aoki's fighting spirit, Huang Yuchen didn't have a bottom in his heart. At this moment, his own fighting spirit has dried up, but the other party is still in a winning posture, although he is proficient in the formation spell, but he can only crack it, before he studied the mixed yuan array, he just took a cursory look. At this moment, facing a person who is proficient in array illusion, his chances of winning are very small.

Huang Yuchen held his breath and concentrated, and the little fighting energy in the meridians slowly flowed, slowly gathering in his hands.

Suddenly, Huang Yuchen's hands danced rapidly, and he quickly carved a spell in front of him, and the golden light of the Dao Dao flashed, and several charms were carved in an instant, scattering a faint golden glow in the air.

"Gen word trick, the little brother uses it perfectly. The white-clothed scribe was light and light, looking at Huang Yuchen without the slightest movement. But what Huang Yuchen wants to do, he knows it.

"Town!" Huang Yuchen shouted, and several spells quickly merged in the air, forming a slightly larger spell, which directly drilled into Huang Yuchen's chest and disappeared. Outside Huang Yuchen's body, there was a faint golden glow at this moment.

This spell is specially used to defend against spell seal illusions, and Huang Yuchen used his own little fighting spirit to depict this spell to defend against the pervasive illusions of the white-clothed scribes, so as to remain unchanged and respond to all changes.

"Sure enough, the talent is excellent. The white-clothed scribe said softly: "This defensive spell is easy for you to use, although it has not yet reached the realm of perfection, but it is almost there. The white-clothed scribe moved slightly with one hand, dancing lightly in the air, a pale cyan light flashed, and a spell appeared clearly.

"Redeem the word!" Huang Yuchen's eyes froze, he knew that the cultivation of this white-clothed scribe's formation spell was far above him, but he used the word redemption trick so easily, but it really scared Huang Yuchen, the gap between himself and the other party was not a little bit.

The spell was generated, the white-clothed scribe waved with one hand, directly grabbed the charm in his hand, looked at Huang Yuchen, and waved forward lightly with one hand, and the spell quickly flew towards Huang Yuchen.

Huang Yuchen only felt a cyan light in front of him, fleeting, and the spell in front of him suddenly enlarged, rushing towards him, and he hurriedly agitated his fighting spirit to strengthen the defensive charm in his body. But I felt a flower in front of me, and the scene in front of me was in a trance.

"This illusion...... Coming from the front, it's actually so strong. Huang Yuchen frowned, looking at the scene in front of him, it had changed. The body of the white-clothed scribe began to distort, and the enemy sergeants surrounding him gradually disappeared into the darkness.

"Little brother, little brother!" Huang Yuchen clearly heard his eldest brother's voice, and knew in his heart that this was an illusion, but he couldn't help but yearn for it.

When he looked back, he saw Huang Yuanwu looking at himself with an excited face. Huang Yuchen couldn't suppress the emotions in his heart, and tears swirled in his eyes, leaving him in danger.

The person on the other side is the eldest brother he has been thinking about for a long time, and the surrounding scene has also become the East Palace.

"Little brother, where have you been, let the eldest brother find it easily!" Huang Yuanwu walked towards Huang Yuchen, opened his arms, and wanted to hug Huang Yuchen.

Looking at the oncoming Huang Yuanwu, Huang Yuchen's heart rippled, he really wanted to rush forward, so he threw himself into the arms of his eldest brother, and from then on, with the protection of his eldest brother, all suffering no longer existed.

However, he took a step back.

He has a clear heart, and knows how the scene in front of him fascinates him, and it is also in the illusion of others.

This man used his own memories to besiege him.

Huang Yuchen looked at Huang Yuanwu who came over, and sadness came from it.

"Big brother. Huang Yuchen thought silently in his heart, his hands slid quickly, and several charms flashed quickly, appearing in front of Huang Yuchen.

"You and my brothers, see you again in the future. Huang Yuchen thought silently in his heart, and his hands suddenly waved forward, and the charm scattered a faint golden glow, flying away.

Huang Yuchen only felt a crisp sound of "pop" in his head, and the vision disappeared, and the voice and smile of the eldest brother Huang Yuanwu turned into a faint golden light and disappeared in Huang Yuchen's mind.

Before Huang Yuchen could take a breath, he suddenly felt a gust of wind coming from behind him, and suddenly flashed, and a steel knife slashed straight at the grass where he was standing. Huang Yuchen flashed the attack, took advantage of the situation to take the big knife inserted in his hand, and swung forward suddenly, slashing directly at the person who wielded the knife.

At this moment, he saw clearly that he had cracked the illusion, and several sergeants in silver helmets and silver armor had surrounded him at this moment. The white-clothed scribe stood not far away with a smile on his face.

A knife was swung out, heading straight for the enemy's head, and the sergeant reacted extremely quickly, swinging the knife to resist, only listening to the sound of "dang chang". Huang Yuchen's broadsword hit the enemy sergeant's sword, and the power of the shock came from his hand, so that he was in danger of not being able to grasp the hilt.

Huang Yuchen's eyes froze, and the little fighting energy left in his body was running, directly covering the big knife, standing on one foot, picking up the big knife, and stabbing at the sergeant again.

The big knife was wrapped in a pale yellow breath, and suddenly rushed towards the sergeant, the sergeant's eyes were cold, and he quickly retreated, and Huang Yuchen slashed straight to the ground. With a "boom", the dust was flying, and Huang Yuchen's knife was extremely powerful, directly smashing the ground into a pit.

Huang Yuchen missed the knife, and immediately stepped forward to attack again, but he felt that several cold rays around him were coming straight towards him, and he hurriedly swung his knife to resist.

Several other enemy sergeants surrounding Huang Yuchen brandished long knives and kept attacking Huang Yuchen. These sergeants cultivated, but they were firmly above the sergeants they had killed before, their sword skills were sharp, their speed was extremely fast, and with the assistance of their fighting spirit, Huang Yuchen was already running out of oil at the moment, facing a heavy siege alone, only parrying, his whole body was dry, and he no longer had the courage to move forward before.

The white-clothed scribe smiled, looked at Huang Yuchen who was besieged by his own side, and danced lightly with a folding fan.

"Dang Chang!" there was another loud bang, and Huang Yuchen suddenly swung out a knife and slashed at the opponent's sergeant's long knife, neutralizing this person's attack. Immediately, two more steel knives attacked, and Huang Yuchen hurriedly dodged when he saw this, jumping back, but suddenly felt a chill behind him.

The big knife in his hand swung and swung it vigorously behind him. The sergeant behind him slashed Huang Yuchen with a knife, jumped backwards, and directly dodged Huang Yuchen's attack.

There was a hot pain from his back, and Huang Yuchen gritted his steel teeth, panting as he looked at the several sergeants surrounding him in front of him. At this moment, he has run out of oil, and in the face of several enemy sieges, he has no power to kill, and if he continues like this, he can only be consumed to death by the other party.

Taking a deep breath, his brows tightened, Huang Yuchen clenched the big knife, although his fighting spirit dried up, but the battle intent in his chest spired up, and instead of retreating, he advanced directly, carrying the big knife and directly rushing towards the three enemy soldiers in front of him.

The sound of weapons clashing came instantly, and Huang Yuchen struggled to wield his broadsword and fought with several enemy soldiers. Several enemy soldiers did not confront Huang Yuchen head-on, but flickered and moved, slashing at Huang Yuchen from time to time. After a while, Huang Yuchen was already covered in blood, although he was not fatally injured, but there were countless wounds on his body, blood flowed, and the things in front of him began to blur slightly.

The white-clothed scribe suddenly sighed and closed the folding fan in his hand. It turned into a pale cyan light and came straight towards Huang Yuchen.

Huang Yuchen swung his big knife hard, forcing away the two enemy soldiers in front of him, and was just about to swing it again and kill forward, when he suddenly felt a chill from behind him, cold and piercing.

"Little brother, you don't have to fight so hard, forget it. The white-clothed scribe's soft voice came from Huang Yuchen's ears, and before Huang Yuchen could react, he suddenly felt a cold chill penetrate his body, and when he looked down, the white-clothed scribe slapped his chest with one hand, and the faint wood blue light flashed, only to feel a dizziness in front of him, and his whole body was cold and piercing.

The white-clothed scribe hit the blow and dodged backwards. Several sergeants withdrew their blades and stepped back.

Huang Yuchen felt that his whole body was sore, and the endless chill enveloped him, and his strength gradually disappeared. Slowly, he fell down.

"Boom. ”

Huang Yuchen fell straight to the grass, and his whole body lost a trace of strength. Now he understands that this white-clothed scribe is not cultivating at all, but light blue.

The water is extremely icy. This dry coldness covered Huang Yuchen's entire body.

"How...... Ice Fantasy Realm ......" Huang Yuchen fell to the ground with a shocked expression.

The darkness slowly pressed against him, and a moment before he fainted, he heard the white-clothed scribe talking softly to a person.

"Is that him?" a slightly hoarse voice came.

"That's right, you're so proficient in the trick of redeeming words, there won't be anyone else. The white-robed scribe replied softly.

"Take it back, someone wants to see him. ”

"Yes. The white-clothed scribe returned respectfully.

"The other one will also be brought back with you, so as not to hurt their lives first. The voice faded away, slowly fading away.

Darkness came in, and Huang Yuchen heard the last voice.

"Take it all. ”

The spiritual platform was shrouded in darkness, and Huang Yuchen was heavy and unconscious.