"What's going on? Why am I still here? Why is it different from the previous situation?"
Jiang Xiaoyu was dumbfounded immediately, but how could the dead leaves give him time to react? Below, the dead leaves rose into the sky.
There was an insurmountable gap between the two people's cultivation. At the moment when Jiang Xiaoyu lost consciousness, he suddenly felt an excruciating pain all over his body. After a while, the world began to spin, and he rolled down several miles away.
After finally stabilizing his body, Jiang Xiaoyu found that Ye Hongyi's body had been taken back by the dead leaves. The cultivation levels of monks in the early Mahayana period were also divided into upper and lower levels.
This dead leaf has already entered the middle stage of Mahayana with half a foot, and it can be done with only physical strength to clean up the small fish in the river.
Dead Leaf casually cast a series of spells, freezing Ye Hongyi in mid-air.
Then, his body disappeared instantly.
Just as Jiang Xiaoyu's heart sounded a warning sign, he was punched in the back.
Although Gu Ye is not good at this, he is more than enough to deal with Jiang Xiaoyu.
Due to this powerful force, Jiang Xiaoyu immediately lost control of the Wutong Boat, and his whole body hit the ground like a cannonball.
A burst of yellow dust instantly rose from the ground. Before the dust settled, his body was seen flying into the sky.
"Arrogant boy, do you really think you are capable?" He dodged into the air and gave Jiang Xiaoyu another kick, before Kuye sneered and looked at Jiang Xiaoyu, who had smashed a deep hole into the ground.
In his eyes, Jiang Xiaoyu was infinitely close to a dead person.
His attack was not just an impact of power. When he came into contact with Jiang Xiaoyu, his physically aggressive spiritual power penetrated directly into Jiang Xiaoyu's body.
For a monk in the transformation stage, if he takes such a few blows, even if he doesn't die, it will definitely not be easy.
Jiang Xiaoyu naturally felt uncomfortable. At this time, he had been beaten to pieces by those few blows.
Although his body hurt a little, he rubbed his chest and back and stood up straight.
Ye Hongyi definitely can't be saved, and now she has to think about how to escape.
Three years after joining the world, Jiang Xiaoyu had fought against three Mahayana monks. The first one, Wei Shuyang, was taken advantage of by Jiang Xiaoyu because that guy had just entered the early stage of Mahayana and underestimated Jiang Xiaoyu.
Whip seized the opportunity.
The second one is Chu Yang's Mu Huangzhi. The old man is wearing yellow talismans and is very tricky. If Lan Yue hadn't suddenly woke up at the last moment, Jiang Xiaoyu would have told him where he was.
The dead leaf in front of me is the third one.
Obviously, dead leaves are more difficult to deal with than the first two.
This old guy knew his own advantages very well, and he didn't care about anything. He just used his absolute advantage in speed and strength to defeat Jiang Xiaoyu.
So simple and direct, but it really works.
To deal with opponents who are weaker than yourself, there is no need to do such fancy things.
Of course, Jiang Xiaoyu knew that besides simple and direct punches and kicks, Kuye was even better at illusions.
But now, the illusion has not been used yet, and I am about to be unable to withstand it. What should I do?
The Wutong boat came galloping from afar. Jiang Xiaoyu jumped on it without hesitation.
At the rear of the Wutong boat, the flame stored in the purple gold gourd has just been completely used up, but now there is nothing that can be done to help.
But what the withered leaves used were fists and kicks, not Taoist phenomena, and Zijin Gourd couldn't do anything about it.
"Huh? He actually stood up. I didn't expect that this kid's physical body is tougher than the average monk in the transformation stage."
Dead Leaf was a little surprised, but he came back to his senses in a moment.
Feeling the cold light in the dead leaves' eyes, Jiang Xiaoyu directly grabbed the willow whip this time.
The willow whip was Jiang Xiaoyu's trump card. It was this willow whip that directly killed Wei Shuyang's body without Jiang Xiaoyu activating any spiritual power.
However, Wei Shuyang was motionless at that time, but now with the dead leaves, it is almost difficult for Jiang Xiaoyu to catch his figure.
The figure of the dead leaf disappeared. Jiang Xiaoyu did not hesitate, directly grabbed the willow whip and waved it around him randomly.
"No, this action is weird!" Dead Leaf immediately flew out and stood a few feet away from Jiang Xiaoyu.
There is no aura on Liubian's body, and only a few strong people can notice the difference.
Dead leaves are certainly not among the rare ones.
The reason why he backed away was simple, that is, this scene was really absurd.
A monk in the Transformation stage, facing an attack from the Mahayana stage, actually waved a rattan with nothing special about it. Can such a scene be said to be absurd?
Gu Ye has always been an extremely cautious person. He believed that Jiang Xiaoyu was not a fool, so naturally, he felt that this rattan might have some wonderful benefits that he didn't know about.
When he was at Tianbei Temple, facing Jiang Xiaoyu and others, he made careful arrangements and tests, all stemming from the news.
Although what the news said was incredible, he still did not expose himself easily.
And Mu Huangzhi's disappearance in Chu Yang made him nervous at all times.
He will not underestimate anyone, nor will he ignore any clues that may tip him over.
This is the most basic quality of an illusion creator. Only by being cautious can his illusion become difficult to detect.
The same goes for being a human being.
"You want to use a cane to deal with my attack?" Gu Ye's tone was deliberately contemptuous. He wanted to hear Jiang Xiaoyu say arrogantly and arrogantly: My cane is a treasure. If anything happens,
Just like this, it will happen. Of course, at the end, you have to finish it with the sentence: "Like this, it's awesome."
Liu Bian was only used at the last moment in the previous two matches against the Mahayana monks. Jiang Xiaoyu's idea was very simple, and that was to take it by surprise.
However, the old guy in front of him was extremely smart. He attacked at a speed that he could not catch at all. After one successful blow, he immediately ran away, only to be struck again by the next blow.
Faced with such an attack, if Jiang Xiaoyu didn't take out a willow whip to protect himself, he would be beaten to death sooner or later.
But at the same time, Jiang Xiaoyu also lost the opportunity to use the willow whip to deliver an unexpected blow.
Seeing that Gu Ye was so cautious and didn't give him a chance, Jiang Xiaoyu snorted coldly and said: "I, Jiang Xiaoyu, are a genius. Even an ordinary willow whip in my hand is enough to kill you."
With such a arrogant answer, Jiang Xiaoyu actually wanted to anger Gu Ye. As long as he got close, he would have a chance.
Dead Leaf remained unmoved and spoke slowly: "So that's it. I'm a little scared just thinking about it. But let's be serious about it!"
"I'll go, this old guy has no face, no skin at all, he's not agitated at all!" Jiang Xiaoyu muttered and ran away.
The Wutong boat was galloping towards the distance, while Jiang Xiaoyu was holding a willow whip and still waving it randomly. It looked a little funny, but there was nothing that could be done.
The dead leaf figure instantly appeared in front of the Wutong boat. When the Wutong boat quickly changed direction, Jiang Xiaoyu stumbled and almost fell down.
Dead Leaf raised his fingers and quickly drew an obscure pattern in front of him.
"Illusion, walking hard!"
Jiang Xiaoyu and the Wutong boat under his feet were instantly frozen in place.
He looked down in surprise. There was nothing under his feet, but he always felt like he was in a quagmire.
Perhaps he was afraid that Ye Hongyi's body would be lost, so Dead Leaf hooked his fingers, and Ye Hongyi's body immediately flew to his side.
Ignoring Ye Hongyi, although Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't move his body, he kept waving the willow whip in his hand.
"Don't come here, otherwise you will die."
"Okay, then you can do it yourself." As he said that, Dead Leaf turned back and carefully looked at Ye Hongyi in front of him.
"Why is this old guy suddenly ignoring me?"
Just as this thought flashed through Jiang Xiaoyu's mind, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have lost control of the soles of his feet.
My feet seem to have disappeared?
Moreover, this feeling is spreading rapidly upwards.
Ankles, calves, knees...
"No, it's an illusion. The illusion made me mistakenly think that my body was separated from me."
Big beads of sweat instantly appeared on Jiang Xiaoyu's forehead. He had realized that once this feeling spread to his upper body, he would gradually forget to breathe, forget about his heartbeat, and even forget to flow his blood.
No! Jiang Xiaoyu roared, he wanted to get rid of this terrifying illusion, but no matter how he twisted his body, it was still to no avail.