The light green Dou Qi, Huang Yuchen had seen it in classics before. Such people have special methods of practicing, abandoning other powers in the power of nature and focusing on wood energy, so that the Dou Qi can be blue, light green, which is probably equivalent to the level of a warrior.

Aoki's colored fighting spirit mainly focuses on gentle magic and can control people's impression. Most people who practice this kind of fighting spirit are proficient in formations and talismans, especially illusion formations; but generally lack the ability to confront head-on.

Huang Yuchen gently placed Zhan Pengfei on the ground and looked quietly at the white-clothed scholar in front of him. He just used a folding fan to lightly tap Zhan Pengfei's body, and the light green fighting spirit surged out, spreading rapidly in Zhan Pengfei's body, controlling his emotions, and implanting illusions directly. Although it was cracked immediately by himself, the damage to Zhan Pengfei had been achieved and was irreversible.

"What kind of illusion did you use?" Huang Yuchen stood quietly, with a big knife inserted beside him, looking at the white-clothed scholar and whispered.

The scribe in white smiled slightly, opened the folding fan, and whispered: "It's nothing, it reminded him of the past."

Huang Yuchen looked down at Zhan Pengfei who had fainted. What kind of past events could defeat him like such an iron-blooded man.

Taking a deep breath, Huang Yuchen touched the sword with one hand, holding his breath and concentrating.

Facing the white-clothed scholar who practiced the green wood-colored fighting spirit, Huang Yuchen had no idea. At this moment, his fighting spirit had dried up, but the other party was still in a complete victory. Although he was proficient in formation talismans, he could only break it. He had just read it briefly in order to study the Hunyuan Formation. At this moment, facing a person who was proficient in formation illusion, his chances of winning were very small.

Huang Yuchen held his breath and concentrated his mind. The small amount of Dou Qi in the meridians flowed slowly, slowly gathering in his hands.

Suddenly, Huang Yuchen danced quickly with his hands, and quickly carved talismans in front of him. Golden lights rose up, and several talismans were instantly carved, scattering a faint golden light in the air.

"The Gen word is used by the young man to perfection." The white-clothed scholar Yun Danfengqing looked at Huang Yuchen without any movement. But he knew exactly what Huang Yuchen was going to do.

"Town!" Huang Yuchen shouted, and several talismans quickly integrated in the air to form a slightly larger talisman, which directly penetrated into Huang Yuchen's chest and disappeared. Outside Huang Yuchen's body, a faint golden light faintly radiated.

This talisman is specially used to defend against the magic of the curse seal. Huang Yuchen used his own little fighting spirit to carve this talisman to defend against the omnipresent illusion of the white-clothed scholars, so as to remain unchanged and respond to all changes.

"It's true that talent is outstanding." The scribe in white whispered: "This defensive spell makes you familiar with it. Although it is not as perfect as it is, it is almost the same." The scribe in white moved one hand and danced gently in the air. A light blue light flashed, and a talisman appeared clearly.

"The Legend of Dui!" Huang Yuchen's eyes narrowed. He knew that the white-clothed scholar's formation and talisman cultivation was far above him, but using the Legend of Dui so easily really scared Huang Yuchen. The difference between him and the other party was not a little bit.

The talisman was generated. The white-clothed scholar waved his hand and grabbed the talisman in his hand. He looked at Huang Yuchen and gently waved forward with one hand. The talisman quickly flew towards Huang Yuchen.

Huang Yuchen only felt a blue light flashing in front of him. The talisman in front of him suddenly magnified and rushed towards him. He quickly inspired the fighting spirit to strengthen the defensive talisman in his body. However, he felt a flash in front of him, and the scene in front of him became vague.

"This illusion... is so powerful when coming from the front." Huang Yuchen frowned, and the scene in front of him had changed. The body of the scribe in white began to twist, and the enemy soldiers surrounding him gradually disappeared into the darkness.

"Little brother, little brother!" Huang Yuchen clearly heard his elder brother's voice. He knew that this was an illusion, but he couldn't help but yearn for it.

When he looked back, he saw Huang Yuanwuzheng looking at him with an excited expression. Huang Yuchen couldn't suppress his emotions, and tears were circling in his eyes, almost leaving behind.

The person opposite was the eldest brother he had been thinking about day and night, and the surrounding scene turned into the Eastern Prince's Mansion.

"Brother, where are you going? Let me find this link with you!" Huang Yuanwu walked towards Huang Yuchen, spread his arms, and took the opportunity to hug Huang Yuchen.

Looking at Huang Yuanwu coming towards him, Huang Yuchen felt a rippling heart. He wanted to rush forward and just threw himself into his elder brother's arms. From then on, he was protected by his elder brother, and all suffering would no longer exist.

However, he took a step back.

He was clear in his heart and knew how the scene in front of him fascinated him, and that he was also in the illusion of others.

This man actually called his memory to surround himself.

Huang Yuchen looked at Huang Yuanwu who was walking over and felt sad.

"Brother." Huang Yuchen murmured silently in his heart, his hands quickly slid, and several talismans flashed quickly and appeared in front of Huang Yuchen.

"See you and my brothers again the next day." Huang Yuchen murmured silently in his heart, waved his hands forward suddenly, and the talisman dissipated a faint golden light and flew away quickly.

Huang Yuchen only felt a crisp "pop" sound in his mind, and the scene in front of him disappeared. The voice, appearance and smile of his elder brother Huang Yuanwu turned into a faint golden light and disappeared into Huang Yuchen's mind.

Before Huang Yuchen could take a breath, he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind coming from behind him, and suddenly flashed, and a steel knife slashed directly on the grass where he was standing. Huang Yuchen flashed through the attack, took the big knife inserted beside him in his hand, and suddenly waved forward, directly slashing at the person who swung the knife.

At this moment, he saw clearly that he had already cracked the illusion. Several soldiers in silver helmets and silver armor had surrounded him at this moment. The white-clothed scholar stood not far away with a smile on his face.

He swung out a knife and headed straight for the enemy's head. The sergeant reacted very quickly, swinging his sword to fight against each other, and heard a "clang" sound. Huang Yuchen's big sword hit the enemy's sergeant's sword, and the recoil force came from his hand, which made him almost unable to grasp the hilt.

Huang Yuchen's eyes condensed, and there was not much fighting energy left in his body, and he directly covered the big knife. He stood on one foot, picked up the big knife, and slashed at the sergeant again.

The big sword wrapped in a light yellow aura and rushed towards the soldier. The soldier's eyes turned cold and he quickly retreated. Huang Yuchen slashed straight to the ground with a "boom", and dust flew. Huang Yuchen's sword was extremely powerful and directly smashed a pit on the ground.

Huang Yuchen missed a sword and immediately went forward to attack again, but felt a few cold lights coming from around him, and quickly waved his sword to fight.

The other enemy soldiers surrounding Huang Yuchen waved their long swords and kept attacking Huang Yuchen. The cultivation level of these soldiers was firmly above the sergeants they had killed before. The sword skills were sharp and the speed was extremely fast. With the help of Dou Qi, Huang Yuchen was already exhausted at this moment. He faced the numerous sieges alone, and had to resist. His fighting energy was dry and he no longer had the courage to move forward as before.

The scholar in white smiled and looked at Huang Yuchen who was surrounded by his side, and danced lightly with a folding fan.

"Dang!" Another loud noise, Huang Yuchen suddenly swung a knife, slashing the opponent's sergeant sword, counteracting the attack. Immediately, two more steel knives attacked. Seeing this, Huang Yuchen hurriedly dodged and jumped backward, but suddenly felt a chill behind him.

He waved the big sword in his hand and waved it hard behind him. The sergeant behind him slashed Huang Yuchen with a knife, jumped backward, and directly avoided Huang Yuchen's attack.

There was a burning pain behind him. Huang Yuchen clenched his teeth and looked at the soldiers surrounding him in front of him, panting. At this moment, he was exhausted and faced with several enemy sieges, he had no power to kill. If he continued like this, he would have to be consumed to death by the other party.

Taking a deep breath, his brows frowned. Huang Yuchen held the big sword tightly. Although the fighting spirit was dry, his fighting spirit surged in his chest. He did not retreat but advanced. He held the big sword and rushed directly to the three enemies in front of him.

The sound of weapons being connected came instantly. Huang Yuchen waved his sword hard and fought with several enemy troops. Several enemy troops did not fight against Huang Yuchen head-on, but moved around and cut several times on Huang Yuchen from time to time. After a while, Huang Yuchen was covered in blood. Although he was not fatally injured, he had countless wounds on his body, blood flowed, and the things in front of him began to blur slightly.

The scribe in white suddenly sighed, closed the folding fan in his hand, and turned into a light green light and rushed straight to Huang Yuchen.

Huang Yuchen waved his sword hard and forced the two enemy troops in front of him to wave again, and rushed forward, suddenly he felt a chill coming from behind, and the coldness was biting.

"Brother, don't be so hard, forget it." The white-clothed scholar's gentle voice came from Huang Yuchen's ear. Before Huang Yuchen could react, he suddenly felt the cold coldness penetrate into his body. He looked down and saw that the white-clothed scholar slapped his chest with one hand. A faint wood-green light flashed, and he felt dizzy in front of his eyes and his whole body was icy and icy.

The white-clothed scholar hit the attack and flew back. Several soldiers took back their weapons and retreated.

Huang Yuchen felt his whole body sore and weak, and the endless chill wrapped around him, and his power gradually disappeared. He slowly fell down.

"Dong."

Huang Yuchen fell straight on the grass, losing a trace of strength in his body. Now he realized that this white-clothed scholar was not cultivating the green wood-colored fighting spirit, but the light blue.

The water is extremely ice-like. The body-permeable dryness covers Huang Yuchen's entire body.

"Why... Ice Ice Illusion..." Huang Yuchen fell to the ground, looking horrified.

The darkness slowly pressed towards him. The moment before fainting, he heard the scribe in white and gently talk to someone.

"Is it him?" A slightly hoarse voice came.

"It should be true. If you are so proficient in Dui's calligraphy, there will be no one else." The scribe in white replied softly.

"Take it back, someone wants to see him."

"Yes." The scribe in white returned respectfully.

"Take the other person back together, don't hurt their lives." The voice gradually drifted away and slowly disappeared.

Darkness came to his face, and Huang Yuchen heard the last voice.

“Take it all away.”
Chapter completed!