The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 397 Another afterimage
Leng Wuyou's face turned a little pale, and his body trembled, excluding those forces that were trying to enter her body.

Once again turning his head to avoid the cutting of the sickle, Leng Wuyou clasped his hands together, and the two colored thunders, one dark and one purple, collided fiercely.

A huge thunder and magnetic explosion took shape in an instant, directly covering the area ten miles away. For a while, trees rose from the ground, flowers and dust flew, and even the clouds in the sky seemed to be stirred by the thunder and magnetic storm.

For a while, it was like a group of demons dancing wildly.

Gui Lun's figure was covered by a thunderstorm and a magnetic storm, and thunderbolts shot out from the magnetic tornado continuously and landed on him.

His body trembled unceasingly from the impact, even though the magnetic storm didn't do him much harm, it still caused him unceasing pain.

In the same way, Leng Wuyou used the thunder and magnetic storm just to disturb his sight and interrupt his attacking pace, so that she would have more chances to turn the tide of the battle.

The appearance of the thunder and magnetic storm did slow down many of Gui Lun's attacks.

Gui Lun swung a sickle again, the cold sickle blade was full of murderous intent under the thunder light, and Leng Wuyou's figure was torn to pieces by the sickle.

However, the broken body turned into pieces of images, which were afterimages.

Although Gui Lun's skeleton face cannot be seen, Leng Wuyou can still feel that his face is black, like that ink.

Damn, afterimage is afterimage again!

This is the eleventh afterimage he has torn apart.

Gui Lun was about to go crazy, he swung his sickle angrily, and the sickle cut through the air, making the sound of shattering silk.

The black mist in his skull eyes jumped twice, why is this kid so fast?
When he was fighting against others before, he had never seen such a fast speed.

Could it be that he had discovered him a long time ago, and that he had always hidden his strength during the battle?

The sound of piercing the sky came from behind him, and the Divine Phoenix Sword issued a sharp sword wind, with a cold murderous aura all over his body, and stabbed at Gui Lun's back.

Gui Lun had no time to turn around, the attack came so suddenly, he could only turn his wrist upside down, and directly block with the sickle.

The sickle and Leng Wuyou's Divine Phoenix Sword collided together, making a clanging sound.

Leng Wuyou's body took several steps back, and the long sword hummed non-stop after being shaken.

Leng Wuyou made a big mistake before, she shouldn't have used the Soul Weapon to attack Gui Lun first, she should have forced him out of this body first.

In this way, if she uses the soul weapon to attack again, the effect will definitely be much better than with the physical body.

Erling was originally a spirit body, but this physical body became his protective shell.

So what Leng Wuyou has to do now is to drive Gui Lun out of this body.

The two attack you back and forth, very lively.

唰

The dark sickle traced a circular arc in the air, and the icy light seemed to tear the air apart.

The sickle cut across, and a bloodstain suddenly appeared on Leng Wuyou's shoulder.

Leng Wuyou's face turned pale, and she withdrew abruptly. She immediately moved ten meters away from Gui Lun, and stretched out her hand to press her shoulder. sickle.

The blood vessel-like pattern on the sickle squirmed slowly like a snake. If you look closely, you can find that the blood stains on the sickle were absorbed by the bloody pattern little by little.

Leng Wuyou's complexion became extraordinarily serious, this scythe can actually suck blood.

It didn't seem to be just blood, because she felt that her soul power was also missing a little.

This scythe is so weird.

Finally hurting Leng Wuyou, Gui Lun smiled triumphantly, "Hehe, boy, aren't you good at hiding? You keep hiding, keep hiding, and you won't be hit by me in the end."

Seeing Gui Lun's complacent energy, Leng Wuyou frowned, and said coolly, "Oh, but I can't remember how many times I hit you."

So, you only hit me once, why are you so proud.

(End of this chapter)