I have a world of cultivating immortals

Just before Chen Mobai's neck was touched by Yang Jing's pitch-black long sword, a wave of water rippled and turned into a huge water wall blocking the two of them in a blink of an eye.

"Peng" sound!

The long sword cut into the water wall, and there was a loud noise of water waves!

"I have seen all your methods clearly in these seven rounds of fighting techniques. Except for the talisman of the purple flame sword energy, I have a way to break it."

After the pitch-black long sword spirally shook and defeated the water wall, it fell straight to Chen Mobai's chest.

Click!

But at this moment, the crushed water wall froze into ice cones under the breath of ice, blocking the space between the two from all directions.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of ice cones being shattered by the pitch-black long sword resounded above the ring, looking up at the whole person, it was like a pitch-black lightning bolt, after defeating all obstacles, it slashed towards Chen Mobai's right shoulder.

Chen Mobai's spiritual consciousness exploded, capturing the opponent's actions, raised his right hand, black water covered the entire arm, and then suddenly froze, turning into an ice claw, grabbing the knife that fell on his shoulder in the nick of time. A pitch-black long sword.

But at this moment, black smoke rose from the palm of Yang Jing's other finger, turned into a short stick, and hit Chen Mobai's forehead.

The water element cover was triggered again, blocking the black short stick in Chen Mobai's line of sight.

But at this moment, Chen Mobai's spiritual consciousness fluctuated again, and the veins on his forehead popped up. He immediately expanded the scope of the water element shield to cover his entire upper body.

A huge force came from his waist, and his whole body was knocked into the air.

"What you see with your eyes is really different from what you actually see."

Replaying the scene of the one-minute fight in his mind, Chen Mobai began to look for the traces of the Yangjing technique.

First of all, one's own vision will deviate at critical times.

Secondly, her black smoke should be similar to Xuanbing Bian, which can change shape freely, but it should also have a medium similar to black water. Possibly a particularly condensed "gas".

In the end, Chen Mobai felt another, bigger source of spiritual power in her body.

laugh! laugh! laugh!

At this moment, Yang Jing had already held the sword again, but the short stick in her hand turned into four black knives under her control, stabbing at Chen Mobai first.

"Her hallucinations cannot confuse the divine sense."

Chen Mobai found some loopholes in Yangjing Gongfa, but he hasn't established a foundation yet, so he can't leave the body with his consciousness.

"Fortunately, my spiritual consciousness can enter the spirit body under my control along with the spiritual power, so let's try this."

While thinking about it, Chen Mobai activated the vertical lifting technique, and his figure began to move irregularly.

All the black knives aimed at him all missed.

Sure enough, although Yang Jing could confuse his vision, facing Chen Mobai's unforeseen position, he could only solve it with close combat.

At this moment, Chen Mobai waved his hands, and all the black water was manipulated by his divine sense, turning into slender ice spikes and shooting towards a large area in front of him.

"It's useless, what you see is not the real me at all."

The voice of looking up came from three meters to the left of the direction Chen Mobai saw, but in the blink of an eye, she had already approached him holding the black long sword.

However, just when she was about to cut it off, her eyes widened, and then her whole body seemed to be hurt, and she retreated in the opposite direction.

"Just to remind you, the same trick didn't work for me."

Chen Mobai stood still, looking at Yang Jing who was covering his waist and abdomen wound, and smiled softly.

"It's impossible for you to see my real body."

Yang Jing pulled out the ice spike that almost penetrated his waist and abdomen, and frowned.

"You know, the scariest thing on the battlefield is the recruit gunners, because even they don't know where their bullets are going to go."

"There were some ice thorns just now, even I don't know where they will be shot?"

"Fortunately, a thorn hit you."

While Chen Mobai was speaking, one hand covered his waist which had just been hit by the Yangjing short stick. Although he used the ice armor to block it, the force still penetrated into his body, causing a little pain.

"There won't be such luck next time."

Yang Jing raised his head, and suddenly disappeared into the ring.

Chen Mobai frowned. The large-scale ice spike attack just now was extremely wasteful of spiritual power, and he could only use it twice at most.

However, fortunately, after this trial, he has already thought of a way to break the illusion.

"it's here!"

The water element shield floated in front of Chen Mobai's left side out of thin air, blocking the black long sword that suddenly pierced out of the void.

Yang Jing's eyes widened, and a face of disbelief emerged, but then she disappeared into the void again.

Crash!

Chen Mobai looked sideways to the right and rear, the water shield flowed to this side, and the black long sword was blocked again.

Bang bang bang!

Yang Jing's figure appeared from all directions, as if she was everywhere, but every time she attacked, she was blocked by Chen Mobai's unpredicted prophet, and blocked it in advance with the water element shield.

"Tick tock!"

A drop of sweat slipped from Yang Jing's chin, landed on the ring, made a small sound, and fell into her ears, but it was like thunder.

"I see!"

She looked up at Chen Mobai's body, and finally found a drop of transparent water droplets floating within two meters of his body, without any dead ends.

Every time she wanted to attack, she had to get close to Chen Mobai, but as soon as she got close, she would touch these water droplets floating in the air, and thus be perceived by Chen Mobai who controlled these water droplets.

No wonder the clothes feel a lot wet.

not good!

But when Yang Jing understood, it was too late.

A bone-piercing chill erupted from her body surface, and then a layer of hoarfrost appeared on her whole body.

Chen Mobai raised his right hand, and dozens of drops of water gathered into an icicle, accompanied by his consciousness, and hit the frozen Yang Jing's chest.

"I have one last resort!"

There was a sharp pain in the chest, Yang Jing was frozen all over, his eyes suddenly had a strange light, and he met Chen Mobai's gaze.

Divine attack!

Chen Mobai felt a slight pain in his forehead.

He didn't expect Yang Jing to be able to attack with divine consciousness before he established his foundation, but the results of his diligent cultivation of mind-casting magic were brought into play at this time.

As soon as Yang Jing's ray of consciousness rushed into his sea of ​​consciousness, it was stopped by the green buds of Liangye's visualization.

Chen Mobai swayed, but immediately stabilized his steps.

"Why is his consciousness so stable? Isn't it inspired by Nianxiang?"

Yang Jing flashed this thought, and finally passed out under the backlash of his spiritual consciousness.

Chen Mobai slowly opened his eyes, he frowned and looked at Yang Jing who had fallen on the ring.

A respectable opponent!

At this moment, the referee teacher stepped onto the stage, first looked at the fallen Yang Jing, and then came to Chen Mobai's side, announcing the final result.

"Congratulations, you won the championship with fighting skills!"