The same golden-red sword rain collided with Qin Changsheng's pure Yang sword energy, causing a terrifying and hot air wave.
Qin Changsheng's expression slightly condensed.
"He's learning from me."
Confirming that the illusion was still in the learning stage, Qin Changsheng decided to make a quick decision and was not prepared to give the opponent more learning opportunities.
He raised his sword and stepped forward, golden light flickering under his feet. He flew across the space in the blink of an eye and came to the illusion.
Illusion raised his sword to block, the strength of both sides was equal.
Qin Changsheng punched out, knocking the illusion away.
Then he twisted his waist, and the remaining pure Yang sword energy in his body shot out, completely shattering the illusion of being unable to stabilize his body in the future.
At the moment when the illusion collapsed, the word "two" appeared on the huge full moon.
Then, the full moon trembled again.
This time, two people who looked exactly like Qin Changsheng appeared.
"Twice the growth means doubling the number of people?"
"It would be easier if that was all,"
Qin Changsheng is particularly afraid of the increase in strength. After all, the further you go, the higher the multiplier will be. Then he may face himself at the quasi-emperor level.
How to fight then?
Qin Changsheng took a deep breath, and with one hand the Yanyang Sword and the other the Shadowless Sword, he shattered the two illusions with thunderous force.
The full moon trembled, and the number changed to three.
In the third illusion, the number of people became four.
This time, his illusion skills were even more proficient, as if he had seen through Qin Changsheng's hand-to-hand fighting style.
The five of them were locked in an arduous and fierce battle. Qin Changsheng gritted his teeth and never gained the upper hand.
He was a little anxious inside. There were six levels behind him, and there were almost more people in each level than in the previous level. If he used too many methods now, he would definitely be imitated, and it would be even more difficult in the later stages.
"Try sword intent?" Qin Changsheng hesitated.
He was not sure whether the sword intention would also be learned.
After all, this is the artistic conception, and the other party is just an illusion, so there should be no big problem.
Qin Changsheng simply condensed a sword intention of wind.
Then, he saw a sword spirit of wind wrapped around the phantom sword.
The sword intention of the four winds!
"That's stupid!"
Qin Changsheng cursed secretly.
Now that the sword intention of the wind has been exposed, he had to bite the bullet.
He felt the lightness of the wind, and his speed suddenly increased.
He fought against the illusion, using a method of exchanging injuries for injuries, and finally shattered the illusion.
The main illusion even copied the strength of his physical body. Qin Changsheng was still surrounded by four people, which caught Qin Changsheng off guard and found it difficult to resist.
The number of words on the full moon became four.
Before the fourth illusion appeared, Qin Changsheng threw a bunch of healing pills into his mouth.
The fourth level, eight times the number of people.
Compared with Qin Changsheng's scars all over his body, the eight illusions were perfect.
As soon as the fourth level of illusion appeared, they actually took the initiative to attack Qin Changsheng. The eight people came from all directions, with no blind spots.
This surprised Qin Changsheng, but he couldn't think too much, the illusion had already come to him.
Qin Changsheng raised his sword to resist.
Qin Changsheng was already feeling exhausted as he used his fists against sixteen hands.
This thing is to fight against eight of you, not eight weak chickens, so the difficulty is self-evident.
Soon, he had many new injuries.
Qin Changsheng gritted his teeth and persisted. Now he really wanted to take out the Sword of Life, but he didn't dare.
If the Sword of Life is also copied, there will be no chance of winning at all.
"What else can I do?"
Qin Changsheng lowered his head and glanced at the red light in his heart.
The illusion also has the red light of the Qi and Blood Furnace, but I don't know if it works.
He still doesn't dare to use any means of explosive combat power.
Suddenly, something moved in his mind: "I wonder if the martial spirit can be copied?"
"When I don't know whether the martial spirit can be copied, I can't expose and swallow the martial spirit. Otherwise, I can't compete with a group of people by myself. As for the Shura martial spirit, I can only try Chi Qianli."
Violent black soil appeared under Qin Changsheng's feet, directly wrapping eight illusions in it.
The moment Chichi Chisato appeared, exactly the same thing appeared at the feet of the illusion.
Qin Changsheng sighed: "Sure enough, it will be... wrong!"
He suddenly discovered that these illusions were all empty and had no meaning.
Chichi Chisato has absolutely no ability to suppress his opponents.
If anything, Bachi's Qianli could definitely weaken his strength by more than 90%.
"Jiuqu Blood River!"
Qin Changsheng reached out and pulled out a piece of red silk from the void.
Just like A Thousand Miles of Red Earth, although the illusion also has a river of blood, it is only superficial.
Qin Changsheng laughed loudly: "I've won the ninth level today!"
Qin Changsheng used all his strength to devour the martial soul. On the Jiuqu Blood River and thousands of miles away from the red ground, the power of the two martial souls was intertwined. They not only killed Qin Changsheng's enemies, but also helped him recover from his injuries.
With the blessing of martial arts, the eight illusions quickly collapsed.
Qin Changsheng looked at the number on the full moon changing from four to five.
Under the moonlight, sixteen figures appeared.
They attacked Qin Changsheng, and Qin Changsheng also raised his sword.
Sixteen people may seem like a lot, but in fact it is not much different from the Eight Illusions. At most, it takes twice as long.
However, just when Qin Changsheng reached the sixth level.
The bright full moon has undergone a slight change.
A little more blood.
This change made Qin Changsheng feel a little uneasy.
Sure enough, when the thirty-two figures appeared in the moonlight, their auras changed one by one.
Evil, violent, vicious, etc.
Qin Changsheng felt something was wrong.
A nine-curved river of blood flew towards him around an illusion.
Qin Changsheng raised his sword to resist, but the imperial weapon in his hand made a sizzling sound.
Qin Changsheng's eyes narrowed.
"No, even the power of the martial spirit can be copied?"
Thirty-two figures wrapped Qin Changsheng in them with a sudden sound.
Their Chidi Qianli overlapped each other, and Qin Changsheng felt that his power was instantly suppressed.
"So perverted?"
Qin Changsheng suppressed the feeling of powerlessness in his heart, and then took back Chidi Qianli and Jiuqu Blood River.
According to the previous rules, whatever magical powers and secrets he uses, the illusion will also use them.
But it's different now, the phantom's martial spirit has not been put away.
Qin Changsheng looked pale, looked up at the full moon, and sighed slowly.
"Is it too late for me to admit defeat now?"
I can't help it, this illusion is too evil.
Even his Devouring Martial Soul has a 30% ability. One 30% is okay, but more than 30 30% combined are very scary.
Within a short while, Qin Changsheng felt that his mana and vitality were rapidly draining away.
When he said these words, the full moon trembled.
A line of words appeared on it.
"Nine levels of heaven, there is no return. If you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent person!"
Qin Changsheng frowned, no wonder Jiuzhong Tianque was said to be a place to die.
This place is so scary.
