Chapter 1893 The Heaven-defying Demon Sword!

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However, Liu Mingyue, her former opponent, was no weaker than her now, and was even stronger than her.

This was simply unacceptable to Saint Wanchu.

"Damn you bitch, go to hell!" Saint Wanchu's expression was ferocious.

The next moment, the onion-like jade hands quickly formed seals, and endless light burst out in her king's realm.

Finally, the chaotic energy trembled rapidly, transforming into a figure, which was no different from the Saint of Wanchu.

A total of three figures appeared, each of them looking like the real Saint of All Time.

This was a clone of Chaos. Lin Xuan had killed such a clone before.

I just didn't expect that this Saint of Wanchu would actually refine three chaos clones.

Three wonton clones appeared, floating in the realm of the king. They did not take action. Instead, they sat cross-legged in the air, exuding a mysterious aura.

Everyone is flawless and otherworldly, as if they are fairies descending from the sky.

Their jade hands formed seals, forming one strange mark after another.

Then, a vast aura surged out from their bodies, forming a Tao pattern in the sky, trying to suppress Liu Mingyue.

"So strong!"

Liu Mingyue was moved. She also knew about this kind of chaos clone, but she hadn't practiced it at that time. She didn't expect that the other party would actually become one.

She knew that there would be a fierce battle next, so she did not rush to attack. Instead, a purple armor emerged from her body, completely covering her delicate body.

After putting up a good defense, Liu Mingyue finally attacked.

She raised her left hand, surrounded by countless chaotic lights, and then slapped it with a palm.

The chaotic energy all over the sky rolled and formed a Kunpeng.

It was so huge that it crushed the sky, and flew quickly towards the Saint of Wanchu in front.

snort!

Saint Wanchu snorted coldly, the King's Realm behind her flickered, and the three chaos clones kept changing the marks on their palms.

Each clone bloomed with incomparable brilliance, like a fairy, extremely sacred.

Countless runes rushed out of the three people's bodies, turning into a hand from heaven and slapping forward.

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