In the face of the peerless beast of the eight-winged heavenly phantom butterfly, if you want to continue to live, you can only work hard, otherwise, it will be a dead end. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Looking at the cave that was not spacious, Yang Ming was very happy in his heart, because the terrain here had increased his chances of winning, as long as he could use it properly, he didn't dare to say that he would kill the eight-winged Heavenly Phantom Butterfly in front of him, but if he just wanted to escape, he was still somewhat sure.

It's just that Yang Ming needs to pay attention not only to the eight-winged Heavenly Phantom Butterfly in front of him, but also to the purple-robed middle-aged man hidden in the dark, perhaps, his danger is a little stronger than the fierce beast in front of him.

Therefore, even when Yang Ming planned to work hard, he was still a little vigilant in his heart.

The eight-winged heavenly phantom butterfly slowly raised his head, and his deep glazed eyes were staring at Yang Ming, which made his heart tremble slightly, if it wasn't for his strong will, maybe this glance would have made him fall into the illusion again.

I secretly screamed in my heart that it was dangerous.

In the face of this kind of ferocious beast that is proficient in illusion, I am afraid that you have to be careful at all times, otherwise an illusion can distract you, and you will not be allowed to be slaughtered by others at that time!

Thinking of this, Yang Ming's face was extremely solemn, maybe this kind of fierce beast that was proficient in illusion was not as powerful as a fierce beast of the rank of strength in terms of strength, but often this kind of fierce beast was the most tricky.

Therefore, the vigilance in Yang Ming's heart has also reached the extreme.

Hearing the continuous playful hissing of the eight-winged Heavenly Phantom Butterfly, Yang Ming suddenly snorted secretly in his heart, and the Ninefold Xuanque Sword in his hand slashed a strange arc in the void, like the momentum of a mountain torrent, and suddenly crushed the past.

Since fusing the mysterious sword qi in the Ninefold Xuanque Sword, the momentum on Yang Ming's body has become more and more magnificent and heavy, especially the thick suppressive force, even a middle-aged man in a purple robe also feels the pressure.

Now, this huge suppressive force was crushing towards the Eight-Winged Heavenly Phantom Butterfly like a tide.

Feeling that its body suddenly became much heavier, the eight-winged Heavenly Phantom Butterfly couldn't help but let out an angry hiss, it didn't expect that the ant in its eyes could burst out like a huge momentum, and even it felt the aura of threat.

At this moment, the banter in the eight-winged Heavenly Phantom Butterfly's glazed eyes disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a dignified color.

Although this eight-winged heavenly phantom butterfly has lived in a cave in the desert for a long time, his wisdom does not belong to other fierce beasts of the same level, and even, this kind of fierce beast that is proficient in illusion often has a higher IQ than other fierce beasts, so when it smells danger on Yang Ming's body, it raises its vigilance to the extreme.

"Sneer......"

Staring at the young man in front of him, a fierce color suddenly flashed in the eyes of the eight-winged heavenly illusion butterfly, and then he raised his head to the sky and let out a sharp roar.

Listening to the angry hissing of the eight-winged Heavenly Phantom Butterfly, Yang Ming's palms were dissatisfied with a cold sweat, and directly facing a fierce beast of this level, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

"Damn, a brute dares to be so arrogant......"

Taking a deep breath, Yang Ming's momentum had accumulated to the extreme, and immediately a low cry broke out in his throat, and the soles of his feet suddenly stepped heavily on the ground, and his figure disappeared in place in an instant.

"Uhhh

The moment Yang Ming's figure appeared, a thick earth-attribute aura burst out, and a terrifying sword aura fell from the sky and slashed towards the body of the eight-winged Heavenly Phantom Butterfly.

"Whoa—"

As soon as the sword qi burst out from the Ninefold Xuanque Sword, the eight-winged Heavenly Phantom Butterfly in front of him completely lost its figure, and immediately after, Yang Ming saw pieces of glazed phantoms flashing in the void.

"It's a fast ......"

Seeing this scene, Yang Ming's heart suddenly shook slightly, and he couldn't imagine how it could be so fast for such a huge beast.

According to Yang Ming's visual measurements, the speed of this eight-winged Heavenly Phantom Butterfly was at least twice as fast as his, and in this case, it would be difficult to take advantage of the speed.

In the face of such a powerful beast, even Yang Ming, who has always been confident, has a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

However, since he had already chosen to make a move, Yang Ming had no way to retreat, but to defeat the eight-winged Heavenly Phantom Butterfly in front of him, or to quickly leave here while the other party was not paying attention.

However, this is easier said than done.

Only by fighting with the Eight-Winged Heavenly Phantom Butterfly did he truly understand the horror of the other party, and in the face of a fierce beast of this level, escaping has become a luxury.

"Damn, I don't believe I'm going to die at the hands of you brute......"

Looking at the pieces of glazed phantoms flashing in the void, Yang Ming suddenly gritted his teeth, and the ninefold Xuanque sword in his hand slashed towards the void, and the terrifying sword qi burst out, slashing towards the glazed phantom in mid-air.

"Bell-"

As soon as this sword qi left the Ninefold Xuanque Sword, it was dispersed by a glazed energy, and he couldn't even touch the figure of the eight-winged Heavenly Phantom Butterfly, seeing this scene, Yang Ming's complexion completely changed.

It's too strong, the strength of this eight-winged Heavenly Phantom Butterfly is too strong.

Between the two, it is not at the same level at all, according to Yang Ming's estimate, if this eight-winged Heavenly Phantom Butterfly launches an attack, I am afraid that he can only hold on to about twenty moves at most, which is still a good estimate......

Thinking of this, Yang Ming could only smile bitterly in his heart.

However, even in the face of such a desperate situation, Yang Ming never had the slightest idea of giving up in his heart, because he also knew in his heart that it would not be easy for this eight-winged Heavenly Phantom Butterfly to take down himself.

Just when Yang Ming wanted to make another move, the glazed figure that kept flashing in the void suddenly paused, and then pounced towards Yang Ming.

"Uhhh

In the void, a glazed figure flashed, and Yang Ming saw the true face of the eight-winged heavenly phantom butterfly, at this moment, the opponent's eight wings were constantly stirring, like eight glazed fumaroles, pushing his figure forward, the speed was so fast that it was simply smacking.

Seeing this, Yang Ming couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and without hesitation, he raised the Ninefold Xuanque Sword in his hand, forming a defensive posture in a direct and quick way.

"The second form of sword interception, royal!"

With a soft cold snort in his mouth, a strange aura suddenly erupted in Yang Ming's body, and the constantly waving Ninefold Xuanque Sword was like an invisible giant peak, completely enveloping it.

In the face of this kind of extremely fast attack, Yang Ming had no choice but to defend, otherwise, he would lose faster and more completely, but this kind of defense was just a drink to quench his thirst after all, and it couldn't solve the problem at all, at most it would just last for a while longer.