One figure after another, the sky and the earth are densely packed.
One transforms into a hundred, and a hundred transforms into a thousand, seemingly endlessly. Wherever the ink-colored mist spreads, Zhuge Yao appears and appears with the Moyang Sword.
He is elusive and invisible.
With the blessing of Mo Yang Sword, the power of Mo Yang's phantom magic skill is fully demonstrated.
The endless cold air continued to destroy the figures one after another.
Immediately, figures one after another appeared in flashes again.
This kind of enemy.
It's really slippery.
Dou Changsheng swung the ice sword in his hand, but every sword failed. It seemed that the damage was not small, and the phantoms were shattered. However, Du Changsheng could clearly feel that each time the phantoms were shattered, they would be even more powerful the next time they appeared. of truth.
They are constantly moving from illusion to reality, and they can clearly feel the threat from their premonition. When these phantoms become reality, it will be the moment when Mo Yang's phantom magic is at its strongest.
This first-level secret skill is really weird and unpredictable.
Wherever Dou Changsheng looked, he looked at the phantoms. Each of these figures was fake, but as long as Zhuge Yao thought, they could all become real.
Appeared from every corner, delivering a sharp blow.
But now these phantoms are no longer as stiff as they were at the beginning. They are now filled with spirituality and can dodge or wave the sword in their hands.
Such a change may seem simple, but it is actually shocking. If all these phantoms could move freely and start attacking, Dou Changsheng would be completely overwhelmed.
Dou Changsheng's chest began to wither. He took a deep breath and then exhaled it heavily.
The exit turned into a gust of wind, and the magic power of Xuanyou Huangquan penetrated into it and began to spin crazily. Continuous gusts of wind howled out and began to sweep in all directions.
The snow on the ground also began to be involved in it. In the blink of an eye, a strong wind swept the ice and snow, blowing wildly across the sky and the earth.
The thick ink-colored mist was swept up by the strong wind, causing the world to turn upside down.
Those phantoms are motionless. Such little tricks have never had any effect. If they want to really work, they must be like Ye Wumian, who has cultivated the three-flavored divine wind, blowing the sky and the earth in darkness, and the sun and the moon have no light. Completely blow away this ink mist.
The ink-colored mist spread, and the fog reached the sky. Above the phantoms, the eyes were no longer dull, but dull, as if they were a little more agile.
They are more real.
A Moyang Sword arrived. This sword was beautiful and brilliant, like a peacock spreading its tail.
This was a phantom drawing a sword. Dou Changsheng took a step and used his unique skill to control the wind and energy, allowing Dou Changsheng to rise above the sky with a flexible and free posture.
But when he took a step, Dou Changsheng stopped walking, looked at this beautiful and colorful sword with bright eyes, and remained motionless, letting Mo Yang's sword come across the air, and finally hit his throat.
Mo Yang Sword and even the phantom finally overlapped perfectly with Dou Changsheng, and Dou Changsheng watched the phantom disappear without a trace.
The person has not been harmed in any way, and the phantom is just like his own attack, a completely illusory existence.
No, as long as you believe it, it is false.
Mo Yang's sword is a kind of illusion. It is either a low-end illusion or a fake.
If you believe this phantom in your heart, then it is real.
Whether it can hurt the enemy depends on the enemy's heart and whether he wholeheartedly believes that this sword cannot hurt him.
This seems simple, but is actually extremely difficult.
You know that the sword is fake, but you subconsciously think that it is real?
As long as there is any wavering in the soul, this sword is true.
It's easy to deceive yourself, but it's difficult to deceive your soul. You can't just shout a few words. You have to have infinite confidence in yourself.
Dou Changsheng's smile became even brighter. Mo Yang's phantom magic skill was worthy of being a first-class secret skill. With the blessing of Mo Yang Sword, its power was powerful and terrifying.
After all, Zhuge Yao is hiding in a phantom. When you think it is fake, what comes next may be real.
Even the steely will will waver, so that every sword will be true.
Even I had been deceived for a long time, and now I could see through some of the truth and lies.
Yes.
Dou Changsheng is so arrogant.
I am number one in the world.
An ordinary grandmaster wouldn't be able to last long under such an attack.
But Zhuge Yao was really unlucky.
Met myself.
Dou Changsheng sneered, and the palm of his hand holding the Ice Soul Knife began to crack instantly. The pale golden blood flowed toward the Ice Soul Knife like running water, and a faint silver light appeared inside.
A steady stream of blood was constantly being swallowed by the Ice Soul Sword. The bright moon above the Ice Soul Sword was already a bright moon, blooming with silver brilliance.
The fully revived Ice Soul Sword has now reached the stage of sublimation.
Any magic weapon can be sublimated, but except for the first master of the magic weapon, the magic weapon can no longer be sublimated in its lifetime.
Because a magic weapon is the Tao of a generation of strong men. It is transformed by their lifelong martial arts cultivation. It contains their martial arts will. Even if the younger generation is matched, there are no two flowers that are exactly the same in the world. At most, they are just similar. .
The Ice Soul Sword cannot be sublimated, and the Mo Yang Sword cannot be sublimated. This is known to the world, because these two semi-divine weapons were forged by predecessors.
But now, under the influence of the blood of the God of War, the Ice Saber has broken through the boundaries and has begun to sublimate.
This is not because of the strong bloodline of the God of War, but because of the original divine weapon contract. The divine weapon contract forced the Ice Soul Sword to recognize its master. This recognition of the master is a perfect recognition of the master. Even if the first generation master is here, in terms of compatibility, then Not as good as Dou Changsheng.
Sublimation, this is the ultimate form of a divine weapon.
It represents a magic weapon that has exhausted all its power and fully exerted its ultimate power.
The power of the Ice Soul Sword increased again. Dou Changsheng watched the space of dozens of feet in front of him change, and the ink-colored mist loomed, seeming real and illusory.
It is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.
Dou Changsheng didn't bother to distinguish between the real and the fake, the real and the fake, so he could break everything with violence, and he could naturally break the situation.
The Ice Soul Saber sublimated, and the Dragon Frost Frost Soul Saber slashed out.
This has completed the savings, this is the eighth knife.
When he was arrested by Li Shen in Doujiazhuang, he died tragically under this knife.
But the same sword is now as powerful as cloud and mud.
In the past, the level of body refining was not high, and he had just started to get started. Now he has reached the sixth level of fighting body level. Coupled with the sixth level of qi training, the Dharma lineage level, both qi and body cultivation, the combat power has soared significantly, and then with the [talented war god] Blessings have transcended great realms.
The Ice Soul Sword has been sublimated. Various factors have been added together, and the basic level has been doubled many times. Now comes the eighth sword.
No.
No eighth knife is needed.
The power of the fifth sword is already comparable.
Nowadays, among the masters, few people can resist the eighth sword.
The fighting spirit continues to rise, showing a state of exuberance.
The arm muscles began to expand, and endless strength emerged.
The combat power is also rising step by step.
The Tianxin Ice Flame derived from the sword is no longer like a blooming lotus. It is like the Yangtze River, rushing out like wild waves. The endless cold air surges and turns into ice. It tilts down crazily and smashes down in a majestic way. The impact of the swing swept across the universe.
The Tianxin Ice Flame turned into a wild dragon, tore apart the ink-colored mist, and began to freeze. Everything... time and space seemed to have been frozen.
With one blow, most of the ink-colored mist dissipated.
Seeing that most of the buildings in a county town collapsed, and the county town was reduced to rubble and buried in ice and snow, Dou Changsheng burst into laughter.
The arrogant one struck again.
Which one is true for you? Which one is false?
Without distinguishing at all, every county is a battlefield, all under the blade of Dou Changsheng.
boom.
An earth-shaking explosion.
Sweeping under the aftermath of the terrifying cold current, the tall and thick city walls suddenly collapsed, the earth shook, and terrifying ripples appeared in the sky, like ripples on the surface of a lake, spreading round after round.
As the strength increases, the power of the eighth sword also increases, but the burden will naturally become stronger.
Every time he swung the knife, it backfired on Dou Changsheng himself, increasing his injuries, but Dou Changsheng seemed not to notice.
Knife after knife was swung.
After five consecutive cuts.
There is no building more than one meter taller in the world.
All buildings have collapsed and the county town was completely buried in ice and snow.
What a pleasure.
To Dou Changsheng, this kind of pain was extremely sweet and full of magic power, making Dou Changsheng intoxicated by it.
"Brother Dou, that's it."
"Hurry up and collect your magical powers."
A shout came out, and Ye Wumian emerged from nowhere, shouting loudly: "If you continue, everyone will die, how can you compete with the Dragon Clan."
“No matter how many trash fish there are, what’s the use?”
Dou Changsheng looked down at Ye Wumian and snorted coldly.
The ninth knife.
No mercy, no pause, just slash out.
With a click, the bones were shattered and the internal organs were damaged. Both sides were injured by this sword attack, and Dou Changsheng himself suffered heavy injuries. This ninth sword was the strongest sword. Under the sublimation of the Ice Soul Sword, its power had been enhanced to an extremely terrifying level.
The sword came out but never fell.
The earth trembled violently, the ice and snow began to collapse, the earth sank, huge potholes appeared, and the county seat fell into the earth.
"What a crazy guy."
Ye Wumian bore the brunt of the attack and was completely crushed to pieces, turning into a puddle of ashes.
This knife completely wiped out a city.
This is the third level, the master's combat power.
Looking at the figure in front of him, the flesh and blood of his arms and thighs had dissipated, revealing the dense white bones. Ice was spreading in many places, and Mo Yang Sword continued to gain strength and began to resist the Tianxin Ice Flame.
As if being angered, the light began to burn brightly.
To dispel the Tianxin Ice Flame, the two forces collided continuously, and finally the flesh and blood collapsed, the internal organs were constantly failing, and finally the vitality disappeared. Mo Yangjian struggled hard, but he was unwilling to watch the Tianxin Ice Flame approaching inch by inch, and his spirituality finally fell into silence unwillingly. Mo Yang's sword was frozen.
He stretched out his hand and Mo Yang Sword fell into his hand.
Looking at Mo Yangjian, Dou Changsheng shook his head.
In order to fight and fight for a breath, he actually ignored his master.
The thing carried on the back of the owner is unknown.
Dou Changsheng sighed.
Not happy.
The Frozen Throne rose, and the golden sword sat down.
Looking into the distance, Jiang Kunsheng showed unwillingness outside the city, but he did not dare to attack Dou Changsheng head-on, and decisively turned around and retreated.
The silver light in his eyes dimmed completely and finally disappeared.
Black pupils appeared, and Dou Changsheng looked stunned.
This is me.
What have you done?
Don't panic.
I'm not panicking.
I have a way out.
No, no, you don’t really think I am Dou Changsheng.
Dou Changsheng reached out and pulled towards his face, and instantly a layer of skin was pulled off.
Unfamiliar faces were revealed.
He smiled and said in a low voice: "It's so difficult to pretend to be Dou Changsheng."
"But the matter of blaming Dou Changsheng has been completed."
"No one would have thought that it was me, Ye Wumian, who did this."
"Hahaha!!!!!!!"
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