What shocked Ding Xiaoyi was that,
I saw countless figures shooting from a distance, the country.
But these figures looked exactly like him, not only in appearance, but also in temperament.
And every Ding Xiaoyi’s eyes were replaced by long swords,
Ding Xiaoyi's heart twitched fiercely.
Seeing the countless figures surrounding him, he felt an unprecedented solemnity surge into his heart.
He just drew it randomly,
But unexpectedly, he was brought into the void by the painter.
And his eyes turned into two sharp swords,
Not only his own eyes, but also the countless selves that shot out from the void.
"Kill them and you can pass."
The painter's warm voice echoed in Ding Xiaoyi's ears, but Ding Xiaoyi's face became extremely ugly.
Countless people raised their swords and fired at them.
The long swords in their hands stirred up a dazzling sword light, and each of them carried a transcendent aura.
A sword stirred up a dazzling cold light,
The long sword in his hand unceremoniously fell towards him,
Ding Xiaoyi hurriedly raised his sword to resist.
There was a "ding" sound,
The long sword in his hand slashed hard on the long sword in his hand,
A heavy impact surged down from the long sword.
Ding Xiaoyi felt that his body was knocked around by the violent impact.
He hasn't reacted yet,
Several more long swords struck at the vital points around him with a strong aura of death.
Each one's own strength is comparable to his own;
And they are not afraid of life and death, like a group of crazy ferocious beasts.
Only then did Ding Xiaoyi feel a pressure that he had never felt before.
He raised the long sword in his hand to resist the attacks one after another.
And there were already layers of sword light shadows around him, and the power of each sword light was no less than his strength.
He kept spinning around,
He knows his own strength, and the countless others have the same strength as himself.
It's the same move, and it's also the cultivation level of a ninth-grade grandmaster.
"Zheng...",
The two long swords slashed down fiercely.
Ding Xiaoyi was caught off guard.
The long sword in his hand blocked it with all his strength, and the two long swords pressed down violently with a gravity like a mountain.
Ding Xiaoyi's body shook a few times,
The huge impact exploded in his chest, causing a sweet blood to flow out of his chest.
And behind,
Several more long swords came at him with whistling sounds.
Ding Xiaoyi resisted the surge of blood in his chest.
His feet were walking like stars,
His body turned into a wisp of smoke, narrowly avoiding several fatal blows.
And as soon as his figure stood firm,
Several more whistling sounds pierced the air and enveloped him,
Ding Xiaoyi has been completely suppressed by countless selves.
He could only keep turning his body,
Avoiding one round of attacks after another.
But he didn't hurt anyone, which made him feel very aggrieved.
"Drunk, the sword energy is like frost",
Ding Xiaoyi shouted in a deep voice.
The long sword in his hand stirred up a sword light like frost,
The sword light shot wildly towards the several people who were besieging him.
Then a scene that made his scalp numb happened,
I saw several long swords in my hands also sparkling with sword light like frost.
The power of each sword light is no less than the sword light in your own hand.
Several rays of frost-like sword light shot towards him,
Ding Xiaoyi was immediately frightened to death.
His foot slipped,
His body turned into a wisp of green smoke, and he managed to avoid those several frost-like sword lights.
This is an unsolvable barrier,
Countless selves stand in the sky.
Although they were not in a hurry to take action, more than a dozen of their own offensives had already put them in crisis.
A "hiss" sound,
Ding Xiaoyi's shoulder was hit by the long sword in another's hand.
A sharp tearing pain immediately surged through his shoulder, and the sword energy surged into his body like a broken bamboo.
The sword energy contained a cold aura like ten thousand years of ice.
It made his whole body shiver involuntarily, but he didn't expect that he was being chased by him.
There was a sound of "嗗",
Just when Ding Xiaoyi's body trembled,
Another sword light appeared in his sight, and his pupils shrank slightly.
The sword light is simple and unpretentious,
But it was shooting towards him with supreme power.
Ding Xiaoyi trembled all over,
Isn't this his own move of "Drunk with Unparalleled Sword Qi"? He immediately turned around to escape from the sword.
And at this time,
He heard the trembling roar of the void again,
He saw several long swords constantly expanding in his pupils, and each long sword had a simple and unpretentious sword light.
Although each long sword is not fast,
But the void cracked open inch by inch on the long sword.
Ding Xiaoyi felt extremely desperate, but he never thought that he would be chased by his own sword style.
"Hurry up and break the formation, you don't have much time."
The painter's warm voice reached Ding Xiaoyi's ears again, making Ding Xiaoyi's heart begin to twitch.
"Just die,"
Ding Xiaoyi gritted his teeth,
He raised the long sword in his hand and shot at one of himself, but he ignored the several long swords that were shot at him.
There was a "pop" sound,
Ding Xiaoyi pierced his other self's throat with a sword.
At this time, several long swords had pierced into his body.
A tearing pain surged out of his body like a tide,
However, each sword just pierced his body and did not cause fatal injuries.
The body of the person whose throat was sealed by his own sword suddenly exploded.
At this time, the other self that exploded shot out two rays of light,
Those two rays of light disappeared into his eyes.
And at this time,
Ding Xiaoyi noticed some changes in his eyes.
He saw the countless meridians in his body falling into his eyes with extremely clear clarity.
Is this a flaw?
If he gets more Double Sword Eyes, he can find more flaws, and Ding Xiaoyi is very happy.
"嗗"
Just when Ding Xiaoyi was overjoyed,
Countless sharp piercing sounds passed into his ears,
His heart was shocked, and he found that countless of him who had not moved had raised their swords.
Moreover, the power condensed on each long sword is no less than the move of "Zuili, Unparalleled Sword Qi".
Ding Xiaoyi was so frightened that he turned around and ran away. He knew the power of this sword.
And there are countless people who have used that sword move,
How could he have a chance to survive? His figure kept shuttling among these countless selves.
However, he was still intercepted by those himself,
Ding Xiaoyi’s face was ashen,
At this time, the light in his eyes flashed, and he saw countless light groups in his body that were not dazzling.
Ding Xiaoyi's figure is together,
The long sword in his hand shot towards one of him with the force of thunder, and at this time, countless long swords also came towards him.
'Bang' sound,
The long sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand hit the other person's body, which was an inconspicuous ball.
And he also received several sword blows on his body.
Ding Xiaoyi's body was almost torn apart by the swords.
At this time, his whole body was covered in blood, and he grimaced at the severe pain that surged through his body.
And the body of the other self that was hit suddenly exploded,
Two more rays of light sank into his eyes, and Ding Xiaoyi felt happy.
As those two rays of light disappeared into his eyes,
He found that his injuries began to heal slowly, and he also felt that his other movements seemed to be much slower.
As expected, the strange thing appeared on the pair of sword eyes I drew.
Ding Xiaoyi wandered among these own people,
When his sword flashed, another one's body exploded.
It seems that I have found a pattern,
Ding Xiaoyi has already seen that these people are not their real selves, they are just copies.
"The time is coming",
The painter's unhurried voice sounded again.
And Ding Xiaoyi is no longer as hasty and panicked as before,
The sword in his hand flashed, and several figures exploded.
"time up",
The long sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand killed the last one himself.
The painter's voice had reached his ears, and he sheathed his sword calmly.
The void twisted for a while,
Ding Xiaoyi felt that the surrounding environment had changed.
He returned to the lobby of Tianxian Tower again, and the painter had a warm smile on his face.
