War God Asura

"boom"

There was another loud noise. In this confrontation, both of them were shaken backwards by the strong force...

"The power is actually the same"

Xing Jue looked at the young man in front of him and couldn't help but exclaimed.

At this moment, Xing Jue had already sensed that something was wrong. This young man was obviously not someone else pretending to be himself, otherwise it would be impossible for him to use all his tricks.

So Xing Jue thought that he was probably caught in a trap of some kind of illusion, but what made Xing Jue a headache was that all the illusions he knew would be possible.

Moreover, Xing Jue was even more surprised to find that after a battle, that illusion was not tired, his physical strength had always been so sufficient, and it was always in his best state.

"Have"

Suddenly, Xing Jue's inspiration flashed, thinking that if this was some kind of illusion, it might have something to do with the special enchantment. If so, then maybe his jade pendant could crack this hateful illusion.

Thinking of this, Xing Jue hurriedly took out his jade pendant, hoping to use it to crack the illusion.

"boom"

But at this moment, the illusion suddenly stood tall, danced the two Zan Po swords in his hands, and ransacked against Xing Jue again.

"Huh, it's just right"

However, Xing Jue snorted coldly in the face of the illusion that was looting at an extremely fast speed.Holding a soul power in his right hand, it was poured into the jade pendant at an extremely fast speed.

And at this moment, the imaginary attack had already arrived. Just as the Zan Po Sword in his hand was about to hit Xing Jue, Xing Jue suddenly threw the jade pendant in his hand at the Zan Po Sword.

"clang"

But what caused Xingjue to be surprised was that after Jade Pei hit the opponent's Zan Po Sword, there was no change, and he was directly slashed aside by the opponent's sword.

Upon seeing this, Xing Jue hurriedly drove the "Imperial Wind Technique, Feng Xing" and dodged aside.

"Pouch"

But... it was still too late, and the opponent made a horizontal slash and slashed over Xing Jue's left arm mercilessly. At the same time, a bright red flower of blood was poured down.

"hateful"

Although Xing Jue avoided the deadly position, he was still chopped by the opponent's right arm, and the pain was so real, it didn't look like illusion at all.

"What a weird space"

After Xing Jue took out a treasure Dan and stuffed it into the entrance, the pain was relieved, and then he couldn't help but glanced cautiously at the illusion.

At this moment, Xing Jue was already a little confused, whether he was a fake or a real existence.

"Hey..."

After seeing the surprised expression on Xing Jue's face, the illusion made him laugh, as if he was laughing at Xing Jue.

"Smile, you fake"

Upon seeing this, Xing Jue shouted furiously, and then shook his hands, and two dark black Zanpaku swords condensed again. Between the dancing of his arms, there were gusts of wind and several sword shadows. He slashed away at the illusion.

"Hey..."