At this moment, there were many people in white clothes in the audience, and their scalps were slightly numb.

Even Xi felt the soles of his feet feel cold, and a shiver ran through his skin like electricity, making the hairs all over his body stand on end.

"not good!"

"It's phantom swordsmanship!"

Among the people in white clothes, someone didn't know who shouted in shock first.

They remember this "starting move"!

It can be said that everyone in the Holy Temple now knows that Xu Xiaoshou's swordsmanship originated from the Meisi people.

And the Meisi people's "starting hand gesture" before drawing the sword is this sentence - this sentence can kill the sword master Rao Yaoyao on Master Shou!

When a man in white clothes chose to look back, the people next to him also turned back and felt that they were being watched.

When one passed to three, three to nine, and nine passed to infinity, all the white-clothed people turned around.

Something desperate happened...

The world behind you is no different from what you see with your spiritual thoughts!

If there are evil spirits behind you, flowers and birds, mountains, seas of fire... all kinds of natural disasters, everything is abnormal.

This will not make people panic.

Because phantom swordsmanship should be like this, it should turn nothing into something, and turn the void into reality.

But what’s behind you is still just what’s behind you—this is so scary! This only represents one possibility:

"How can I not see through the illusion of swordsmanship?"

The dark little sword in Xi's eyes shone brightly.

His soul-controlling tricks were pushed to the extreme, but as time went by, his heart gradually sank to the bottom.

He had never felt even the slightest bit of sword energy, and he had never sensed even half a ray of the true meaning of the phantom sword technique.

Xi's palms were sweating.

Xu Xiaoshou's attainments in phantom swordsmanship are so high - returning to nature and flying without a trace?

"withdraw!!!"

He no longer dared to be conceited, so he shouted at his throat and issued orders.

In an instant, the white clothes scattered like birds and beasts, each showing their magical powers, either escaping or dodging, rolling and crawling.

They fell here from all directions, trapped Zhu Yiyi, and then retreated into the distance in front of Zhu Yiyi, who was separated from his body and soul and had no power to resist.

"this……"

Zhu Yiyi's consciousness froze.

After Li Fugui rubbed his eyes, he still couldn't understand, but he started to curse in his heart:

It turns out I can take action!

It turns out that you can still perform such a powerful phantom sword technique!

That being the case, when you first came out of the Apricot Realm, why did you say that spiritual thoughts are just spiritual thoughts, which are not even powerful enough to fight, and will be scattered when they encounter anyone?!

Taking a glance at the wet crotch, Li Fugui was about to cry...

I was wronged by my master!

If I had known better, I would have stopped pretending. I, Lao Li, will always be famous!

"Is this phantom swordsmanship?"

On the other hand, Aunt Xiang's eyes were full of uncertainty.

Looking at it from an outsider's perspective, standing at the height of ten seats and looking down...

Aunt Xiang's intuitive feeling was, was it because she was dazzled? How could there be an illusory swordsmanship without even a trace of sword intent?

Soon, she got the answer from Xi's reaction.

It is indeed a fantasy swordsmanship!

He is worthy of being a holy slave!

It turned out that Xu Xiaoshou had grown to such an extent that even he was unable to notice that he had drawn a sword, and that he was using phantom swordsmanship.

This guy's attainments in phantom swordsmanship were no less than those of the young Eight Masters at that time...

"Gui Xie, break it!"

A shout came from the distance.

Xi's heart was flustered and his sword skills were a little confused.

He was so fast that he was already ten miles away, but he still couldn't feel half of the sword's intention!

It seems that this is also the central area of ​​fantasy swordsmanship...

It stands to reason that the closer the illusion sword technique is to the center, the stronger the illusion will be.

However, due to the limited energy of the ancient sword cultivator, the farther away the enemy is, the more blurry the illusion will be, the bigger the flaws will be, and the greater the chance of escape.

Can……

"Is Xu Xiaoshou's power infinite?"

"In a short period of time, he was able to finely transform an area even ten miles away?"

"Or, it seems like I ran away, but I'm actually lingering in the same place?"

Xi Leng sweated.

He could no longer hear Xu Xiaoshou's whispers and lingering sounds.

But while running, relying on memory, relying on the knowledge of the Seven Swordsmen...

He could even hallucinate Xu Xiaoshou's voice, and Mr. Siren's sword language before he drew his sword, vaguely echoing in the sky beyond the range of the phantom swordsmanship, deep in his soul:

"The way of illusion..."

"The magnificent brocade, the divine kingdom in the sky, vast and boundless, will never fall..."

"Calling truth as false, calling falsehood as true, everything is false, time and space are ruthless..."

Thirty miles!

After running for a full thirty miles, I almost reached Qingyuan Mountain!

The sounds in my mind cycled over and over again, appearing again and again...

Xi, still didn’t notice even half of the sword intention!

His mentality is about to explode!

"Gui Xie, break it for me!"

"It's broken!!!"

The ghosts around him reappeared, and Xi tried to break through the boundaries with violence, surpassing the boundaries of phantom swordsmanship.

no result.

After the ghost detonates, all the surrounding souls are extinguished, and then there is nothing else.

Even these ubiquitous "spirits" could not find any flaws in Xu Xiaoshou's magic sword skills.

They sleep forever in the world of illusory swordsmanship, unable to wake up until death, unable to feed back any trace of "illusion"...

"despair!"

Xi suddenly stopped.

Beads of sweat slipped from the tip of his nose.

Xi's pupils began to tremble as he thought of a possibility...

"No!"

"impossible!"

"Absolutely, absolutely impossible!"

Xi shook his head violently, killing his thoughts.

If that speculation is true, from now on, in the world of ancient sword cultivators, there will probably be no place for him to be Xi.

No matter where he goes from now on, he will be laughed at by the world, so he might as well draw his sword and kill himself now.

But no matter how unwilling to believe it, it is still a possibility...

If you don't even dare to face it, after today, the three words "Xu Xiaoshou" will probably become a nightmare that wakes you up every night!

"call out!"

Xi, pull away and go back.
To be continued...