Lu Mian's fist blasted the whip magical artifact backward.
"Ding!"
A Flying Eagle Guard commander eerily appeared on the other side of the sea of flames.
He was not even riding a horse, and held a black mirror in his hand.
As he channeled mystic qi into it, the black mirror emitted an eerie glow that could disrupt an enemy's mind.
Caught off guard by the black mirror, Lu Mian seemed to freeze for a moment.
Song Qing had already climbed to his feet. Gripping his spear shaft with both hands, he unleashed his mystic qi and thrust at Lu Mian's chest as fast as he could.
Whoosh!
The spear flashed like a cold star, its point razor-sharp.
He knew how precious this opening was.
They had succeeded in ambushing him with a magical artifact this time, but once their opponent was on guard, it would not be so easy again.
Whoosh!
A tall, broad woman with half her lip split open caught the blue-green whip.
Liu Juan glanced painfully at her magical artifact, then lashed out again in fury.
She would whip this hateful bastard mercilessly!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The whip struck with tremendous force, its wind pressure piercingly sharp, as though it could shatter mountains.
Just as the two unleashed their killing moves, Lu Mian, whose mind seemed to have been affected, suddenly moved.
In fact, while immobilized, he had already quietly adjusted his stance, preparing a killing move.
The Mirror Nightmare Clone was indeed less formidable than his true body and could not ignore attacks on the mind.
But his will was exceptionally resilient, giving him considerable resistance to these magical artifacts.
Boom!!!
Every bone in Lu Mian's body writhed like a snake, transmitting his strength into his right arm in a peculiar fashion.
Blazing, dazzling divine