Bei Xiangtian was dumbfounded and his face became stiff. What the hell is this? Could it be some sort of clone technique?

There were seven of them all at once?

Could it be that this guy really planned to break his horoscope?

"No, this is impossible. Even the clone cannot break the formation. How can the Big Dipper be so weak..."

But Emperor Jiang, Li Wenfeng, Wei Shengjin and others were all stunned, Ning Tao was really a freak.

Do you feel like nothing can stop him?

Are his seven clones the same as the real ones?

"This...how is this possible?

"Could it be that he also knows the Seven-Star Secret Technique?"

This is definitely impossible, it is a secret that is not told.

Jiang Chen, Mo Xian, Mo Li, and even Feng Mo were dumbstruck, looking at the seven Ning Taos stupidly, and subconsciously said: "How is this possible?"

As we all know, the best imperial method, a fleeting shadow, can transform into up to five afterimages.

Six paragraphs are impossible.

Not to mention the nonsense of seven paragraphs!

But...but what's going on? Isn't it just a glimmering shadow? No, Feng Mo's expression changes. He has practiced and can see a glimmering shadow in it.

But why seven sections?

With his cultivation level, he is only at the fifth level now. He also tried the sixth level but couldn't do it at all.

That is simply impossible,

The fifth stage is the highest level of glimpse.

"What exactly did Ning Tao do?"

At this moment, amidst the exclamations of the whole audience, there was a burst of excitement. In front of the seven Beixiangtian, there were seven Ning Tao, holding peach wood swords, which were not weaker than the imperial weapons.

In addition to the five afterimages, one is a space afterimage, and the other is... a time afterimage.

Only then can the astonishing effect of "seven afterimages" be achieved.

The corners of his mouth even curved.

"Guess which one will be my real body?"

"you……"

Bei Xiangtian was shocked and angry. This bastard actually dared to look down on him, and immediately roared: "Damn guy, don't think that I can't do anything to you because you are proficient in the art of clones? My Great Beidou's secret art... is impeccable."

While talking, seven figures took action at the same time.

"Secret technique, seven-star consecutive kills!"

"Broken~"

Seeing him take action, a cold light flashed in Ning Tao's eyes, and his body was transformed, so it was up to him to take the next blow.

In fact, the so-called secret technique of seven-star clones is not a great magical power. It is just that it is fast enough to switch among the seven clones at will and quickly. He can vaguely distinguish it under perspective.

But if you want to defeat him, you must let him and yourself bear it, and you cannot escape into other clones.

Otherwise, there is still no way to defeat him...

More than 1.3 million immortal golden patterns are condensed on the peach wood sword, making the sword's power and defense greatly increased, and the entire sword body becomes golden.

And a terrifying force is accumulating at the same time.

"Stunt skill, Apocalypse!"

"Kill me...kill!"

The seven Ning Taos draw their swords, and each one is very lifelike.

Everyone was stunned. They saw fourteen figures on the ring fighting each other, but no sparks were caused by the friction. The afterimages and afterimages themselves did not exist, and they passed through.

However, one place broke out.

It was Bei Xiangtian and Ning Tao who faced each other head on.

"Roar ah ah ah ah..."

"Boom...boom boom boom..."

In an instant, two terrifying forces exploded all around. The two Immortal Emperors used their full strength, and the earth was turned upside down. Bei Xiangtian was shocked and angry. Unexpectedly, his Seven Star Secret Technique was useless this time.

No matter which clone he goes to, he will catch up with him.

How could there be such a flaw?

All along, they, Big Beidou, thought this weapon was invincible, but they didn't expect it to be restrained today.

But before he had time to think so much, he felt that Ning Tao's fighting spirit surged, and his strength also increased several times. With a roar, he unleashed the terrifying power of that sword.

"Twenty-six million times...the furnace of fighting spirit!"

"What? This...this can't be..."

"Wow...Pfft..."

Bei Xiangtian vomited blood in an instant, and his whole offensive was shattered like a torrent, unable to collapse. He only felt a flower in front of his eyes, and a stinging heat streaked across his chest.

My heart felt cold.

The whole person flew down heavily and fell off the ring.

"How could it be? If he hadn't been too arrogant or arrogant, I'm afraid such a thing wouldn't have happened at all..."

At least we have to wait until he returns to his peak before fighting again!

"Damn, I'm so careless..."

Just hearing a "bang" sound, it fell to the sky in the north.

A sword wound left a long mark on his chest. The blood was dripping, the skin was torn, and bones could be seen in the deep places. Not to mention how miserable it was.

"Ahhhhh..."

He never expected to lose so miserably?

And it seemed that with just one or two moves, he still lost despite holding the Big Dipper in his hand...

"Asshole, bastard..."

Everyone was numb, this...is this a win?

Wei Shengjin and Chen Qingyang both found it a bit unbelievable, as if it was simply overdone and weird.

On the stage, Ning Tao also breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thinking that it was a fluke that he won by a trick and hit the muzzle of the gun. Otherwise, it would be a one-on-one duel with pure strength, which would not be so easy.

After all, he is a third-level Immortal Emperor.

But who made him overconfident, arrogant, and very trusting in the Big Dipper chart? This is true for success and failure.

No wonder, the Big Dipper is said to be a flawless imperial weapon, but now, he no longer dares to say such big words. He has been slapped hard by Ning Tao, and even sucked into his hand with one move.

This is good stuff.

It fell to the ground and revealed its original shape.

This is just a small plate-like shape, which looks crystal clear, with a spoon made of seven stars on it.

It’s hard to imagine that this is the Big Dipper chart.

Ning Tao happily put it away, this was a rare trophy, an imperial weapon, but at this moment, under the ring, Bei Xiangtian's face turned red, he climbed onto the ring angrily, and said angrily: "Give... return this thing to me.

"

"Tick-tock...tick-tock..."

The blood on my chest kept flowing.

Seeing this, Ning Tao threw the plate in his hand jokingly and said sarcastically: "Is it mine now?"

"You...poof..."

Bei Xiangtian was shocked and angry, but his injuries caused him to spit out several mouthfuls of blood. There was a very high-level power at work in his body, but he was defeated by the power of Apocalypse.

It's already remarkable that I can still stand at this moment.

An ordinary person would have been shattered to pieces.

At this time, the representative of Big Beidou also stood up anxiously, suppressed his anger, and said with a stiff smile: "My little friend, you don't need this thing. We lost the competition, so please give this thing away."

Return to its original owner."

But who do they think they are talking to? Is this Ning Bapi, a royal weapon, who will leave as soon as he says he wants to?

If it were Li Wenfeng and others, they wouldn't give it.

"Tch, this is my trophy. What should be returned to its original owner? Do you understand the rules? If you can't afford to lose, don't come. Will the majestic Big Dipper care about a supreme imperial weapon?"
To be continued...