After my death, I became the white moonlight of the whole cultivation world

Chapter 321 Acting More Likely

People often think that if you just close your ears and don't listen to Yinxiu, you can deal with it easily.

But it's not the case, especially at Qi Yuemian's level of Yin Xiu, if he doesn't listen, it will give him more and better opportunities to attack.

And when it came time to fight seriously, Qi Yuemian basically wouldn't use his lost voice, it was unnecessary and a waste of time.

Yun Weixian was not as careless as he seemed on the surface, he seemed to be using only one hand to deal with him randomly, but in fact the other hand was also quietly moving, and the pinched symbols wound up along the wide cuff, Hidden.

After all, I haven't fought with him for so long, who knows if he has figured out any new tricks in the past 200 years?

It's like, Li Chaotian made a magic weapon specifically for him, since Qi Yuemian wanted to fight her so much, he would naturally think about how to target her talisman array day and night.

And her advantage is that even if she respects her opponent very much and is prepared, she never shows it on her face. On the contrary, she will show her calmness, as if she doesn't think that her opponent has any chance of winning.

Qi Yuemian saw that she was not in a hurry all the time. Compared with before, although she was a little less frivolous, she was more confident and more confident. She didn't feel that her death for more than 200 years would affect her winning the battle again.

He couldn't help but accept the temptation, his expression became a little serious, and he started to get serious.

The tune changed in an instant, and the aura in the entire cave seemed to obey his command, condensed and dispersed, forming a changeable offensive and heading towards Yun Weixian.

However, his true character is not so simple and straightforward. The flute sound hidden under these offensives is the key point.

And just as he expected, Yun Weixian quickly saw through his real purpose. Before falling into the illusion, while resisting the offensive of spiritual energy, he flew out a few talismans from his sleeves in an undisturbed manner, quickly dispelling the unformed illusion. get rid of.

But this is the best way to follow his rhythm step by step, and walk into the trap he carefully arranged for her.

While Qi Yuemian kept playing the flute, she flew towards the place where Yun Weixian was, forming an enveloping force with heavy pressure and the sound of the flute.

Yun Weixian seems to be the spring sleepiness under the pleasant breeze and the warmth of the spring flowers, and sometimes the tidy and somewhat lazy cicadas. It feels like being on a boat on the lake, with the reflection of willow leaves across the cheeks, and sleepy in the afternoon The feeling of being overwhelmed, and so on, all kinds of illusions are annoying.

The hands were neatly formed into a seal, and the talisman rose up, and the magic circle was formed in an instant, and it suppressed the surroundings forcefully.

The spiritual power on both sides collided violently, causing unprovoked explosions, wave after wave, filled with light smoke, and shrouded in mist.

At this moment, the sound of the flute stopped suddenly.

Both figures are hidden in the mist, and the approximate location of the other can only be traced from the faint traces of spiritual power left behind.

In this case, it is quite taboo to fight in close quarters, but what is even more taboo is that whoever can't help but want to seize the opportunity first, and then let out more breath, and be pinpointed by the opponent.

For a moment, neither of them moved rashly.

When the fog was about to disperse, a faint flute sounded and fell briefly.

But this is enough for Yun Weixian to judge Qi Yuemian's position and make a corresponding and timely counterattack.

Just when her figure was moving slightly, and the symbols came out soundlessly one after another, there was another flute sound behind her suddenly—this time it was real, the melody was gentle and melodious, turning into a faint breeze, bit by bit Moisturizer silently gathered the entire invisible net.

"Next time, you can act more like your mistake."

(End of this chapter)