Chapter 463： mere fantasy

The sword energy swung out was aggressive, and soon traces were drawn on the bodies of Lin Wan and these little devils, and the clothes burst instantly.

The ghost mother was furious, carrying the devils to let out a long howl, and the resentment that soared into the sky was so strong that it even formed a small phantom formation.

In the phantom array, a man in a white robe and a silver hair crown turned his back to her.

His voice was low and magnetic, "Teacher, are you happy to be your teacher?"

There is a sea of ​​flowers around, the picture is beautiful, and the deep voice makes people blush and heartbeat.

Yan Zhixu was trapped in the illusion, looking at the back of the person in front of him, there was no trace of warmth and ripples in his eyes.

She raised the Frost Foil Sword in her hand and stabbed him in the body without hesitation, "A fake is a fake, it can't be real, and the mere illusion also wants to trap me."

The moment the long sword pierced the opponent's body, the sea of ​​flowers disappeared completely, and the man's figure also turned into a black shadow.

After breaking through the illusion, Yan Zhixu stood in the sky, the frost flower sword in his hand exuding a cold breath.

"scold--"

There was a light hum in his mouth, and the long sword was aimed at Lin Wan, and just as he was about to hurt Lin Wan, the sound suddenly turned east and west and turned towards Zhikong.

Unexpectedly, the sudden attack made Chikong unable to dodge.

The long sword in his hand pierced the black flag he was holding.

A sword was pierced, and a hole appeared in the black flag instantly, and countless evil thoughts overflowed.

At the moment when the flag was destroyed, Lin Wan and the eight children in the air were no longer under control, and returned to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhikong lost all reason, "Yellow-haired girl, how dare you damage my magic weapon!"

His eyes were full of angry anger, his face was twisted and ugly, and his breath was fierce.

"big sister……"

Qin Kai, who was in the mask, saw Zhikong's appearance, his heart filled with fear, and he looked at Yan Zhixu with worry.

His two chubby little hands clenched tightly into fists and took a deep breath, "Big sister will be fine, right?"

Aware of the little guy's nervousness, Ji Zhou reassured and nodded in response, "Of course, Master Xu will be fine."

Although his mouth was particularly firm, he couldn't help but break into a cold sweat, worried that the dog would jump off the wall.

"go to hell!"

Zhikong squeezed the tactic with both hands and invoked the spiritual power in his dantian to deliver a fatal blow.

The black magic has the power of Yin evil, and the moment it touches it can erode the skin.

Yan Zhixu put away the Frosted Foil Sword in his hand, raised the index finger of his right hand and bit it lightly, dripping a drop of bright red blood.

With this drop of blood, a huge disc formation was drawn out of thin air, and the runes on it exuded an aura of majesty.

"go."

She waved the magic circle and galloped away, smashing at Zhikong with an unshakable momentum.

He stretched out his hand, delusionally taking over the magic circle.

But the power of the magic formation was so huge that it was like the top of Mount Tai, and Zhikong's body was forced to keep retreating until his back was close to the wall, and there was no way to retreat.

"boom--"

Zhikong's body was weak and unable to resist, the magic circle fell heavily on the ground, and a huge deep pit was smashed into the meditation room in an instant.

The magic circle dissipated, and Zhikong was lying in a deep pit, covered in dust, ragged clothes, and blood dripping from his body.

"Cough cough cough..."

There was a piercing cough in the throat.

Zhikong didn't dare to lie down any longer, he grabbed the ground with both hands and tried to get up, and ran staggeringly towards the door.

"Want to escape?"

Yan Zhixu pressed his tongue against his teeth, took out a spell from his pocket and slapped it in his direction.