Zhou Fan no longer has to worry about breaking the formation. The remaining two stars and the seventy-one prince cannot send a decent master to resist Dongmen's flute and others.

He ran back to the academy without spending much time.

Except for the academy that was shrouded in the talisman array, the houses near the academy were crushed into powder, and streams of true energy burst out, the ground cracked, and ordinary monks could not get close to the center of the battle between the two.

Zhou Fan's spiritual thoughts spread over and saw clearly that the great man's soul had cracked. If the ink had not been repaired quickly for him, his soul would have been unable to hold on.

The Yuanshen realm cultivator is very powerful in fighting outside the body, but there is a certain time limit. This time limit is related to the cultivator's cultivation level and combat intensity.

The sword cultivator whom Mr. Da was facing had already crossed the outing realm and entered the divine distraction realm. Even if only one of the souls came, it was strong enough. Mr. Da was just trying to support him now.

Zhou Fan's eyes rolled, and he shouted: "Mr., the emperor will recover soon, I'll help you!"

His body emitted a ray of golden light, turning into golden light and rushing towards the two souls fighting together on the battlefield.

Mu Qiujian sneered, "Boy, do you think this can scare me? Even if the Emperor of the Great Wei recovers, no one can stop me if I want to leave!"

A silver flying sword shot out and stabbed at the soul transformed by Zhou Fan.

“我劝你还是不要妄自尊大的好,你永远不知道圣上有多强,现在你走或许还有机会,等过会儿,你想走也晚了,别说这道元神,就算不进入大魏的两道元神都会被牵连杀死.”周凡随口胡说道.

His golden soul split into two souls and shot towards Mu Qiu's sword.

While Mu Qiujian was fighting Duanmu Xiaohong, he was distracted to deal with Zhou Fan. Now he saw Zhou Fan splitting two souls, and he exclaimed, "No, you can't reach the state of distraction, this is an illusion!"

Mu Qiujian thought about it, and his body scattered white light silk, and these light silks were wisps, but they emitted a sharp sword intent.

This is his talisman and catastrophe power.

He wanted to use his talisman power to break Zhou Fan's illusion.

However, Zhou Fan's two souls penetrated his white light thread like a phantom and came to him.

Is there no useless false illusion? He had just had such an idea, and Zhou Fan's two souls raised their fists and blasted towards his head and back.

The mighty power of the soul spreads out from the fist.

Mu Qiujian's eyes twitched, and his body suddenly shrank, avoiding the seemingly powerful four punches.

But as soon as he avoided it, he gave Duanmu Xiaohong a chance to breathe. Duanmu Xiaohong was suppressed. He took this opportunity to explode all the power of his soul and instantly burst out thousands of punches.

The golden fists were vast and huge. Mu Qiujian was calm and calm. He thought again. Five silver swords blocked him and swung countless sword lights, dissolving all the thousands of thousands of fists.

Mu Qiujian took the opportunity to look at Zhou Fan's two souls and four fists, but he didn't even get a dust. Only then did he realize that he was fooled, it was just a useless illusion.

He was furious, the power of the talisman tribulation spread, and the white light silk strangled Zhou Fan's soul who was fighting with his silver sword and left.

Zhou Fan chuckled and let the white light silk and silver sword pierce through his soul, crushing his soul.

It's fake again!

Mu Qiujian's face shook. He didn't understand why it was all fake. His silver sword had been fighting with him for so long but could not find it.

Moreover, Zhou Fan's body had long disappeared without a trace.

Mu Qiujian Wuxia thought about it because Duanmu Xiaohong, who had mastered a spiritual treasure, was not so easy to deal with, but he soon discovered that three more Zhou Fan's souls appeared out of thin air and rushed over from behind.

Mu Qiujian frowned. He was unwilling to divide his silver sword to deal with it. This would waste more time. If Zhou Fan had not been here, he might have already dealt with the scholar in front of him.

His talisman power, countless white light silks that emitted sharp sword intent, wrapped all the three souls of Zhou Fan. The three souls flew out of the white light silk and arrived at the back of Mu Qiujian.

Don’t pay attention to them, they must be fake... Mu Qiujian’s mind changed and decided not to be fooled this time.

Zhou Fan's three souls and six golden fists rushed out, and the powerful soul power spread out from the fist, all covering Mu Qiujian's back.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

All six punches hit Mu Qiujian's back.

A mouthful of blood spilled out of Mu Qiujian's mouth, and his body stopped for a while.

Duanmu's little red face turned solemn, and thousands of fists blasted at Mu Qiu's sword.

Mu Qiujian groaned, and his six flying swords all surrounded his body, dissolving the countless fists that were bombarded from front and back.

Even the flying sword trembled.

Mu Qiujian's body disappeared from the spot, and six silver flying swords scattered at Zhou Fan's three souls and Duanmu Xiaohong.

Zhou Fan's three souls dispersed like bubbles.

Mu Qiujian appeared in the sky, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and all six flying swords flew back to him.

His spiritual thoughts spread rapidly, his eyes became cold and murderous intent was fierce. If he had not entered the realm of divination and had his cultivation high enough, even if it was just a soul, it was not complete, but his strength was stronger than that of a monk who traveled to the country, and there was a defensive spirit treasure hidden in his body.

The six punches just now were enough to kill him.

"Senior, are you looking for me?" Zhou Fan's figure appeared on the ground.

Mu Qiujian shouted coldly, and his six flying swords instantly appeared beside Zhou Fan, stabbing Zhou Fan, and even Duanmu Xiaohong had no time to rescue him.

Six flying swords stabbed hundreds of holes on Zhou Fan's body and slashed horizontally and vertically. Zhou Fan's body dissipated with the wind like fragments of paper.

The second Zhou Fan appeared again. He looked at Mu Qiujian with a smile, "Senior, if you don't feel angry, there is one here."

"If the second one is not breathing, there can be a third one..." The third Zhou Fan walked out of the air again.

"I am the fourth one." The fourth one appeared again.

"You can tell me how much you want, seniors can tell me." After the fifth Zhou Fan appeared, he said, and his tone was so naughty that he really wanted someone to beat him to death.

Mu Qiujian looked shocked. He had never seen such a strange illusion. Even his spiritual thoughts could be hidden from him. It was difficult to tell the truth. All Zhou Fan seemed to be fake, but they looked real.

His six flying swords flew back.
Chapter completed!