The middle-aged man threw away his robe, revealing his strong skin. Behind it, there was an oval bulge, like a huge sarcoma.
Grinning, the man gradually leaned down, holding a bow in one hand, a knife in the other, and another knife in his mouth. The whole person looked much more evil. At the same time, the sarcoma behind him began to squirm, as if something was about to escape from his body.
"Fight." With a low roar, a cloud of smoke and dust appeared where the man was standing, and his figure suddenly appeared in front of Shui Congyue. The long knife was swung out diagonally, and a cold light was like the sun, making the eyes of those watching a little distracted.
Wu Gen suddenly stood up, with such strong sword energy. When I saw the man being restrained just now, I thought it was nothing, but as Shui Congyue said, this man had hidden a lot of strength. No wonder Zhege wanted to remind himself.
If that was all, that would be it. What frightened Wu Gen the most was the sarcoma on the man's back. There was an inexplicable familiar smell there. As the man moved, the sarcoma seemed to become excited, and the wrinkled skin kept squirming, looking very disgusting.
Water was lifted from the moon halberd, and the halberd pole held the opponent's sword, sparks flying everywhere. A huge force came from the halberd, and the body was hit and slid backwards. Wherever it passed, a stream of blue smoke rose from the ground.
The middle-aged man moved his feet quickly, pressing the long knife tightly against the body of the halberd. The two of them were close at hand, their eyes facing each other, both staring at each other.
Looking at the murderous gaze of the other party, Shui Congyue frowned slightly. The middle-aged man seemed to have suddenly changed into a different person, and there was a bloodthirsty taste in his eyes. The halberd was slightly withdrawn, and his foot kicked towards the halberd pole.
The halberd pole hit the local man's calf, and the middle-aged man was picked up by the halberd. With the momentum of forward motion, he turned around in the air and landed far away on the ground.
With his body lying low on the ground and the hand holding the knife on the ground, the middle-aged man slowly raised his head and said vaguely, "Come again."
With a bang, the man rushed towards Shui Congyue again, and slashed out with his long knife, each one stronger than the other. For a moment, knife auras flew around the field, and mottled knife marks appeared on the surrounding stone walls and even the hard roof.
Shui Congyue danced the halberd with both hands, and the sword energy was knocked away one after another, like a black umbrella, protecting the place in front of him in the wind and rain. A hint of black suddenly appeared in the gorgeous sword energy, and an arrow, covered by the sword energy, went straight to the water and went away from the moon gate.
The arrow was so fast that it was in front of Shui Congyue in the blink of an eye. He was caught off guard and had to turn his head to dodge. The arrows whizzed and flew to nowhere, and a few strands of long hair were cut off, rolled up and fell to the ground.
It was only then that Shui Congyue discovered that a hand appeared on the other party's back. It was this hand that cooperated with the man's left hand holding the bow to shoot the unexpected arrow.
"Is this your hidden method?" Shui Congyue said coldly, "If so, I'm a little disappointed." The euphorbia suddenly burst into glory, its red glow leaping like flames, and it suddenly slashed forward.
A semi-circular cone-shaped air mask was pointed directly at the middle-aged man. Wherever it passed, the sword energy was knocked away. A deep ditch appeared where the middle-aged man was standing, but he had disappeared.
"No one has been able to force me to use my clone for a long time." On the platform of the battle arena, two middle-aged men suddenly appeared, but one of them was smaller. He was holding two short blades and a long bow in his hand. On his back.
The sarcoma on the back of the middle-aged man had disappeared. He pointed his knife at Shui Congyue who was opposite him, "Clone is the unique method of my Da Yizhou warriors. People from other continents, please don't think that I use more to defeat less."
"It doesn't matter if you have multiple clones, just kill them." Shui Congyue dragged the halberd and headed towards the man opposite, and the two fought together again.
The clone did not participate in the battle, but moved quickly from the side, observing the fight between the two. Suddenly, Shui Congyue's body swung rapidly to avoid the cold arrow behind him. It turned out that the clone moved behind him at some point and shot an arrow unexpectedly.
Shui Congyue's expression changed slightly, it was a bit tricky now. This clone wanders outside the attack range and fires arrows from time to time, which can easily distract itself.
The middle-aged man saw Shui Congyue's predicament, chuckled, and then raised his knife to fight. After less than ten moves, Shui Congyue made a Xuxu blow, forcing the middle-aged man opposite him to dodge sideways.
On the other hand, his body swayed, and he was already getting ready.
Next to the clone waiting for an opportunity to release an arrow. The halberd was swung out, and the opponent was so frightened that he quickly swung his sword to block it. But after all, he was holding a short blade, and the long halberd lightly passed around its blade, and the tip of the halberd fell between the bow body and the bow string.
The long blade on the tip side of the halberd was swept away, and the bow was hooked and pulled. The bow in the clone's hand fell out and was immediately chopped into several pieces. After losing the bow and arrow, the clone did not panic. Instead, it slumped down and took advantage of its small body and flexibility to attack Shui Congyue's lower wall. At the same time, the middle-aged man who reacted also chased after him, and skillfully cooperated with the clone to attack Shui Congyue up and down.
After one or two rounds, Shui Congyue discovered that the strength of this clone was comparable to that of the main body, and the two cooperated very well. You attack and I defend, and the other advances and retreats, seamlessly.
This style of play is far more difficult than dealing with two people at the same time. For a moment, Shui Congyue felt a little confused.
Wu Gen bit his finger and stared at the fight intently. At this time, he also understood the origin of this clone. No wonder there is a familiar feeling, this clone is clearly the incarnation of chaos. It's just that I don't know what method was used to merge with the main body.
If they are not separated, the clone can continuously provide blood and energy to the main body, which is equivalent to storing one more person's power. If they are separated, the two will naturally work together because they come from the same body.
No wonder this middle-aged man carries so many swords and bows with him. If he fights with the enemy, he can fight from a distance and attack at close range, and his killing power will be great. Even if the bow and arrow are removed, the two can make the opponent confused for a moment when fighting the enemy in close combat.
This is still one clone. If two, three, or even more clones are born, then one person will have the power of several people, and his combat power can be imagined.
Touching his belly, which had already shrunk a lot, Wu Gen secretly decided that he would never create a clone. Didn’t you see that sarcoma on the middle-aged man’s body just now? It’s so disgusting. If he makes love with a girl in the future, he’ll be scared to death if he touches this thing on his back.
It seems that the only way to use the Heavenly Furnace Body Forging Method is to dissolve the chaos in the body bit by bit and turn it into one's own strength.
While he was thinking wildly, Wu Gen's expression changed. It turned out that Shui Congyue, who was off the court, was attacked by a clone of a middle-aged man. He jumped up hastily to dodge, but when the middle-aged man looked at him, he slashed him with his sword, and he was knocked away with his body. .
On the platform, Shui stood up from Yue holding a halberd. Looking at the middle-aged man and his clone who were running excitedly, he felt a sharp pain in his arm. Although he blocked the slash just now, another knife in the man's hand stabbed his left arm.
The middle-aged man and his clone walked in tandem, surrounding the water from the moon, with a joking expression on his face, "Outlander, what about my clone, you can kill it, hahaha. Your left arm can no longer bear any strength, and you can only rely on your right arm. How to resist. If you admit defeat now, I will never hurt you again. Otherwise, the ruthless blade will probably kill you."
Glancing at the two people beside him, Shui Congyue sneered: "You can kill people with one arm, so why should you admit defeat?" The euphorbia hit the ground hard, and with a muffled grunt, a burst of energy suddenly burst out of his body, and his back The veins on his upper body are bulging, and the rich blood is suffocating on his side. Under the refraction of the light, his handsome face is also half-dark.
A strong wind blew on the platform of the battle field. The wind swirled rapidly around the water from the moon, and the white robe fluttered like a flag. Several strings of blood beads on the robe were slowly moved by the wind, leaving a curved and circling red line along the skirt, dotted with red spots, like winter plums blooming in the snow.
"Open." Shui Congyue drank softly, and the raging wind beside him suddenly stopped, and a shadowy, flickering flower bud appeared behind him.
The flower buds are bright red, like fire jumping in the field, swaying gently in the air.
There was still some heat left, Shui Congyue secretly sighed in his heart, his opponent was finally weaker. If a middle-aged man knew this, he would probably be so angry that he vomited blood. You have always been at a disadvantage, but you still despise your opponent for being weak.
But Shui Congyue is such a person, he is proud of his superiors but pitiful of his inferiors, and becomes stronger when he encounters a strong one. Every time he advances in martial arts, he always fights against the current, so his foundation is extremely solid. Among people in the same situation, I am afraid that no one would dare to speak better than others.
The middle-aged man also noticed that something was wrong. The other party seemed to be undergoing some kind of transformation under his own pressure. If he were allowed to succeed, he might be in danger today. With a thought in his mind, the clone moved forward silently, attacking the water from Yue's back.
Just as he reached the water a foot away from Yue, the flower buds behind him swayed slightly, and streaks of red light shot out in all directions. He lightly knocked his foot on the halberd pole standing on the ground, and the halberd stabbed straight back.
The middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed. As soon as his clone approached his opponent, he was infected by the opponent's strong murderous intent and became a little sluggish for a moment. The masters were fighting, and a slight delay could mean the difference between life and death. The tip of the halberd pole hit the clone's throat.
The murderous intention came through the clone, and the middle-aged man was frightened. He seemed to see a sea of blood in the sky, with red flames rolling in the sea, sweeping towards him. After taking a few steps back and concentrating quickly, he pushed away the frightening hallucinations and faded the redness from his eyes.
The man panted again and again, looking at the young man opposite who looked extremely handsome. This man's will was so strong that he could actually affect the living creatures close to him.
Seeing the man in such a condition, Shui Congyue lost interest in fighting again. He shook his halberd, and the clone that was struggling on the halberd pole was torn apart, exploded, and disappeared into a ball of blood mist.
"You dare to destroy my clone." The middle-aged man was shocked and angry, and he jumped towards Shui Congyue who was about to leave with two swords in his hands.
This clone was obtained by a middle-aged man who had been cultivating in the form of chaos for many years. It was unknown how many treasures of heaven and earth he had made up before forging it to such a state. Suddenly destroyed, his mind suddenly lost.
Looking at her opponent whose tactics were in disarray, Shui Congyue was indifferent. She held a halberd in one hand and gently pushed away the opponent's blade. With one kick, the middle-aged man rolled and hit the stone wall, and the two knives in his hands fell off under the blow.
Just as he was about to step forward again, the middle-aged man felt the wind whistling beside his ears, and the halberd pierced the hard stone wall next to his head. The stone chips shot out made several cuts on the face. Blood flowed down his cheek, and the middle-aged man finally woke up. ap.
Pulling out the halberd, Shui Congyue bowed to the man leaning against the wall, "Thank you for your favor, I can make a small progress this time." After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the arch.
The middle-aged man sighed and looked at the departing figure with a complicated expression. The world is so big and there are so many strange people. He vaguely had the idea of going out of the Great Relic Continent to have a look. But when he thought about leaving the Great Relic Continent, he might be slowly poisoned by spiritual energy or adverse energy, so he gave up this idea and decided to find a reality where he could practice Chaos again.
In the stands, Ming Zheng looked confused, watching the water disappear from the moon into the arch. Suddenly, he leaned into Ji Ye's ear and whispered a few words.
Ji Ye's expression changed slightly, "Is this appropriate?"
Ming Zheng stood up with a smile and said, "Is there anything inappropriate? This place was given by God for martial arts, so how can we let the Li clan enjoy it exclusively? Besides, I am also a little curious about how far that beautiful boy can grow."
Ji Ye nodded, but was thinking about how to explain this matter to Wu Gen.
