The essay in white smiled slightly, closed the folding fan, walked a few steps, and smiled at Huang Yuchen and the others, "The two have advanced cultivation and talent, talent and intelligence. Have you ever thought about joining us?" The essay in white said, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he could no longer see his gaze.

When Huang Yuchen heard this, he didn't say anything, but just gently supported Zhan Pengfei and quickly thought about countermeasures in his mind.

Zhan Pengfei swung his long sword, gently wiped the tears in his eyes with his hand, opened his eyes, and the things in front of him slowly recovered from the blur, looked at the white-clothed scholar, sneered, and said, "You dream!"

"Dream?" The scribe in white seemed to hear some joke, laughed and said, "General, you two killed so many of my subordinates, and you are trapped by me now. Don't you want to escape safely, right?"

"Get out? I haven't thought about it." Zhan Pengfei smiled and said, "But if you want me to surrender to the enemy, you're dreaming."

"Submit the enemy?" The white-clothed scholar waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, no, General, you made a mistake. Where did you come from to surrender to the enemy? Which enemy should you surrender?"

Zhan Pengfei smiled grimly, pointed the long sword at the white-clothed scholar and said, "You are the enemy."

"General." The white-clothed scribe said calmly with a smile, "I ask you where did the enemy come from."

Zhan Pengfei was a little confused by the sudden question. Isn’t this scholar a fool? He has fought with them several times, and both of them have suffered heavy casualties. Now he asks where the enemy he got? He frowned, glared at the scholar in white, and then looked at Huang Yuchen beside him. Huang Yuchen frowned at this moment, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"I just wanted you to join us, but I didn't say I wanted you to surrender to the enemy." The scribe in white continued, "Besides, if you join us, where will the enemy come from?"

"Hmph." Zhan Pengfei snorted and said, "You and I fought in this Cangmang Mountain for several days, and each other suffered heavy casualties. You secretly gathered forces in Cangmang Mountain, condensed troops, and made engineering equipment. What do you mean by saying? You sent troops repeatedly, just to kill us, for fear that the news would spread to the empire and ruin your dream of spring and autumn? Join you? I, Zhan Pengfei, had to die in battle and did not surrender to the enemy."

After Zhan Pengfei finished speaking, he held the long sword tightly in his hands and rushed forward again, but was grabbed by Huang Yuchen and had to stop on the spot. He looked back at Huang Yuchen with a puzzled look on his face.

"Uncle Zhan is at ease." Huang Yuchen looked at Zhan Pengfei, his frown had already stretched out, his face calmly, and said, "Let me hear what he said."

Zhan Pengfei stared at Huang Yuchen, and his heart was filled with anger. He thought that Huang Yuchen had the desire to surrender, so he couldn't help but curse, "Boy, look at the majestic weapon you have, and you are a talented person. I don't want you to be a corrupt. If you want to surrender, just go by yourself, don't pull me!"

说完,战鹏飞猛的将皇宇辰拉住自己的手挣开,钢牙紧咬,双手持刀,猛然又像白衣文士冲去.他心中自知不是白衣文士对手,但对方让自己投降,却是触及了他的底线,自知此战必死,却毅然面对,豪不退缩.

Huang Yuchen looked at Zhan Pengfei and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He had already told him that the two of them were in the enemy formation at this moment. No matter what attack, they would not have any effect on the enemy. Surging up like this stupidly would have no practical effect except wasting physical strength.

Sure enough, Zhan Pengfei rushed to the side of the white-clothed scholar and slashed the sword. This knife directly passed the white-clothed scholar and slashed directly to the ground, but did not hurt the white-clothed scholar. This knife seemed to be slashing in the air. The white-clothed scholar was still shaking the folding fan lightly, looking at Zhan Pengfei with a smile on his face.

"Hu" Zhan Pengfei saw that he missed the sword, and then suddenly swung his sword and rushed straight to the face of the scholar in white. This sword seemed to be slashing into the air, slashing across the face of the scholar in white. The air around him moved slightly without any effect.

"Ah!!!" Zhan Pengfei was extremely angry. He had never fought against such an enemy, and could not analyze what kind of magic the other party was. His attacks were all invalid, as if he was waving a knife in a ball of air. His anger was about to explode. He waved the long sword at the white-clothed scholar, but there was no effect. The white-clothed scholar kept smiling faintly, gently waved the folding fan, and looked at Zhan Pengfei who was walking in front of him with a peaceful face, without any movement.

After a while, Zhan Pengfei had exhausted his strength and was panting like a cow. At this moment, he stood in front of the white-clothed scholar, and even the strength to raise the knife had disappeared. He was panting, staring at the white-clothed scholar, and said word by word, "Demon! If you have the ability, fight me head-on! What's the ability to use these tricks!"

The essay in white smiled gently and waved the folding fan in his hand to Zhan Pengfei. Zhan Pengfei felt a strong wind blowing, and he couldn't stand steadily, and fell backwards by the strong wind. He rolled on the ground and hit the tree behind Huang Yuchen before the survey stopped.

After doing all this, the scribe in white still looked unchanged, chuckled gently, danced lightly with a folding fan, and looked at the two of them.

Huang Yuchen carefully observed the movements of the essayist in white. Zhan Pengfei was just now attacking wildly. The essayist in white seemed to be no longer in this space, and all the attacks were cut in the air. Zhan Pengfei tossed for a long time, and even waved the sword at the air in front of him, without any effect. But after this period, Huang Yuchen already had a look in his heart. Although the opponent's formation was exquisite, it was not impossible to crack.

The area where the two of them are now in the formation arranged by the other party should be in the formation. Everything they see and hear will follow the wishes of the person who set up the formation. In this formation, if you want to fight directly with it, it will be like an egg hitting a stone.

Huang Yuchen's eyes showed a brilliant light, and he called the fighting spirit all over his body, quickly portraying talismans in the air beside him. The talismans scattered with light yellow fluorescent appeared quickly. After a while, he surrounded Huang Yuchen and looked around him, but there were no less than dozens.

The scribe in white gently shook the folding fan and quietly watched Huang Yuchen portray the talisman, without any intention of stepping forward to block it.

The talisman flashed quickly, and soon wrapped Huang Yuchen around. All the talismans were carved. Huang Yuchen stopped his hands, and the remaining fighting spirit in the meridians suddenly surged out and suddenly hit the talisman surrounding him.

"Open!" Huang Yuchen shouted, and suddenly exploded the talisman he wrapped around, dragging a long light yellow fluorescent light toward the surroundings. He heard the sound of "puff puff" everywhere. The talisman seemed to hit an invisible wall, making a slight sound. All the talismans moved quickly and disappeared into the dark night.

With Huang Yuchen shouting, all the talismans disappeared, and a crisp sound of "pop" was heard, and the scene in front of him changed.

The body of the scribe in white began to slowly twist until it disappeared. What disappeared were the four enemy corpses who had just killed Zhan Pengfei, and the blood on the ground disappeared one after another.

The moment these things disappeared, Huang Yuchen felt that the darkness in front of him, and suddenly the light came. All the scenes in front of him disappeared, and replaced by another scene.

Huang Yuchen and the others were still on the previous high ground, but behind them, there was no enemy military camp or any fire.

All around were soldiers in silver helmets and silver armor. They had surrounded the two of them, with long swords in their hands, reflecting the pale moonlight, and were radiating white light.

Zhan Pengfei stood behind Huang Yuchen, panting like a cow, holding the long sword in his hand tightly, looking at the scene in front of him, looking horrified.

Huang Yuchen gasped slightly, lifted up the big knife inserted into the ground, held it in his hand, holding it breath and concentrating.

He had just broken the formation and used almost all of his fighting spirit. At this moment, the fighting spirit in the meridians had almost dried up, but the enemy troops surrounding them were hundreds of, densely packed, filling the surrounding jungle.

"Damn." Zhan Pengfei tightly grasped the long sword, cursed, and said, "What's going on? When did we get surrounded by so many people, we didn't notice it."

Huang Yuchen looked forward quietly. Before, the two killed four guards, without any corpses or blood. Now it seems that at that time, both of them entered the enemy's illusion and walked into the siege of others, without knowing it. But Huang Yuchen thought about it carefully, but did not realize when the enemy was or the illusion arranged by the enemy. He didn't know when the two stepped in.

"You and I entered someone else's formation. This formation was created by the illusion. We should have come here by ourselves." Huang Yuchen breathed a little and whispered to fight Pengfei.

"Then, are we still in the illusion now?" Zhan Pengfei widened his eyes and looked forward. Everything that happened just now exceeded his cognition. At this moment, he felt a little unreal when he looked at the soldiers surrounding him.

"It should have come out." Huang Yuchen whispered, "But even if we come out, we can't escape."

"Brother, it's really a good method." An elegant voice came. When Huang Yuchen heard this, he saw a middle-aged scholar in white clothes walking out of the crowd, with a folding fan in his hand swaying slightly, smiling, gentle and elegant.

Huang Yuchen frowned and looked at the middle-aged scholar. The feeling that this person gave him was completely different from the illusion just now. A strong sense of crisis came from the bottom of his heart. His palms were sweating slightly, and he held the big knife tightly, without saying a word.

"Your grandma!" Zhan Pengfei saw that it was this middle-aged scholar who walked out, and shouted, "The turtle shrank, what are you doing now? Are you laughing at me?"

"I dare not, don't dare." The white-clothed scholar smiled slightly, looked at Zhan Pengfei, and said, "The general has a profound cultivation and awesome momentum. I am just a scholar, how dare I read the general's joke."

"Fart!" Zhan Pengfei pointed at the white-clothed scholar and cursed loudly, "The demon man actually used some people who were in the wrong place. Why don't he hide behind him now? Why are you looking for death?"

The essay in white ignored Zhan Pengfei, but looked at Huang Yuchen and said, "Brother, you are extremely skillful in cracking illusions. I wonder who you are a master?" The essay in white said, and the folding fan in his hand was still swaying from time to time.

Huang Yuchen narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the white-clothed scholar in front of him, smiled, and said softly, "Who is the master? I can't tell you." After saying that, he turned around and said, "You are surrounding me and not killing me, but what's your intention?"

"Didn't you tell me just now?" The scribe in white smiled. "It's my purpose for you two to join us."
Chapter completed!