"Sword of Dimension? I have never used it before, how could you do it?" Jian Ao said in surprise.
The fake Jian Ao in black smiled lightly and said: "You can do it, I can do it all. Whatever you can think of, I can think of it too!"
On the side, Zhong Shijiu's face turned ugly and he said: "How is this possible? The exact same beast must see the opponent's moves before he can use them. In the concentration formation, this pseudo-Jian Ao can use moves that Jian Ao has never used? And it's still a sword.
So proud? How could such a formation exist in this world?"
Not only Zhong Jiujiu, almost everyone showed a look of surprise.
The person opposite me seems to know everything about myself, so how can I fight?
Zhong Shan's eyes condensed, Ying and Lan, all showing solemn colors, each surrounded by a little golden aura, isolating the inside and outside.
Jian Ao's right arm was injured when he grabbed it. He stared at the fake Jian Ao in black in the distance. The original solemnity gradually dissipated and was replaced by an excited smile.
"Jian Ao, is he stupid? Can he still laugh at this time?" Fei Ge said strangely.
Jian Ao looked at Fat Brother behind him. Because he was invited by Zhong Shan, Jian Ao did not look down on the two of them, but smiled and said: "No, I waited until I got what I wanted. I kept breaking through and it was difficult to see myself clearly.
What is in front of me is myself, fighting with others, my wishes, fighting with myself, my requests, you don’t want to interfere, I will do it myself!”
As he spoke, Jian Ao Qingfeng's long sword was moved to his left hand.
"Use your left hand? Oh, is your left hand stronger? Or do you know left-handed swordsmanship?" Pseudo Jian Ao said disdainfully.
"I don't know!" Jian Ao shook his head.
"Not sure?" Pseudo Jian Ao frowned slightly.
"Just because you haven't used the left-handed sword often, doesn't mean you can't. Since your right hand is injured, why not use your left hand? The worst thing you can do is learn from scratch!" Jian Ao said with a smile.
"Now you are learning swordsmanship, and you want to compete with me in swordsmanship? Are you familiar with swordsmanship and fighting with unfamiliar swordsmanship?" Fake Jian Ao said disdainfully.
"I have been practicing swordplay all my life, and I have been making breakthroughs all my life. I believe that I can still make breakthroughs now. The me you represent yesterday is now the me today. Let's get started!" Jian Ao said.
As he spoke, Jian Ao stepped away.
One black and one white, the two Jian Ao immediately fought together.
"Boom!" "Ding!" "Ding!" "Boom!"
For a moment, the two figures were everywhere. With terrifying speed and terrifying fighting power, there were cracks in the void. The two were slashing faster and faster.
"Bah!" "Bah!"......"
There was more and more blood on Jian Ao's white clothes, and the holes were torn open by the fake Jian Ao, but the fake Jian Ao didn't have any scars on his body.
In the Magic Mountain Hall.
"Okay!" Mingyu said excitedly as the demons set sail.
Jian Ao was retreating steadily, but Fake Jian Ao became more and more courageous as he fought.
"King, this concentration formation is too powerful. No matter how powerful a person is, it can condense it. With this formation, wouldn't you be invincible?" A demon said in surprise.
Shaking his head slightly, Gu Yongheng said: "This formation consumes too much, and I only managed it by manipulating the heavens and mobilizing endless luck from all directions to support it."
"Uh, but it should be enough to deal with these people, right?" The devil laughed.
"They? Enough. Because Jian Ao fought earlier and was captured by the formation, too much information was captured, so he was the first to be captured. As for the others, if they wait, their information will continue to be captured and captured.
Yes!" Gu Yongheng said calmly.
"Yes! It seems that there is no need for the king to take action at all, just this moment is enough!" The devil laughed.
Gu Yongheng nodded lightly.
On the side, when Gu Xuanji heard Gu Yongheng's words, his fingers trembled regularly again.
At the same time, Zhong Shijiu also received a message from Gu Xuanji.
Look at Zhong Shan, Zhong Shijiu told Zhong Shan everything.
"Father, this formation is constantly capturing and collecting information about us. Do you want to help Jian Ao and achieve a quick victory?" Zhong Shijiu asked.
"Capture our information?" Zhong Shan narrowed his eyes.
"Yes, Jian Ao seems to be losing ground now. Once we gather together, this battle will be really bad!" Zhong Jiu said worriedly.
"No, are you looking at Jian Ao again? There is no Ming Yu in Qi Hang." Zhong Shan shook his head.
Zhong Jiu looked at it.
Above the sky, a hole appeared on Jian Ao's body again. He was still suppressed.
"Jian Ao? Your sword talent is the best in the world!" Ying sighed and said.
At this moment, Zhong Shijiu's eyes lit up.
"Father, can Jian Ao fight back now? Although he is still suppressed, it is not as obvious as before?" Zhong Jiu asked in surprise.
"This is the talent of the sword. The talent of the sword is the best in the world. I have never practiced the left-handed sword. Under the pressure of life and death, I have grown so much. In swordsmanship, Hongjun was not as good as him back then!" Lan nodded.
"Bah!" "Bah!"
High in the sky, another hole appeared on Jian Ao's body, and for the first time, a hole appeared on Jian Ao's body opposite.
"Huh?" Pseudo Jian Ao's expression changed.
"It's my turn now!" Jian Ao said with a smile.
"Ding ding ding!"
The long swords collided again and again. The advantage of Pseudo Jian Ao was quickly gone. He was even slightly suppressed by Jian Ao.
"Impossible, left-handed sword? Is your left-handed sword stronger than your right-handed sword?" Pseudo Jian Ao didn't believe it.
"Bah!"
After several more wounds, Fake Jian Ao finally accepted this absurd fact.
"Left-handed sword? Left-handed sword?" Fake Jian Ao said in horror.
He reached out and moved the long sword in his hand to his left hand.
Left-handed sword versus left-handed sword!
"Bah, bah, bah, bah..."!
Just after switching over, the wounds on Pseudo Jian Ao's body suddenly increased dramatically. How could Pseudo Jian Ao's left-hand sword be compared with the sword in his right hand? He couldn't beat Jian Ao at all.
"No, why?" Pseudo Jian Aojiao said angrily.
"My right arm is injured, but your right arm is not injured, so when you swing the sword, you still think about your right arm, so you can only lose!" Jian Ao said with a smile.
Fake Jian Ao's face darkened.
"Bah!"
Pseudo Jian Ao struck a sword with his left hand and cut his right arm on his back. He was extremely decisive.
Jian Ao raised his eyebrows slightly and showed a strange smile.
"What are you laughing at?" Pseudo Jian Ao said in a deep voice.
Looking at the fake Jian Ao, Jian Ao shook his head and said: "Actually, my right arm was not injured at all in the beginning!"
After that, Jian Ao returned the Qingfeng Sword to his right hand and said calmly: "Actually, you should understand that I am more accustomed to using my right hand!"
Pseudo Xie Ao stood there blankly, looking at his cut right arm. His face twitched.
"Although you have copied all my strength, unfortunately, you obviously lack intelligence...!" Jian Ao commented coldly.
"Bah!"
Jian Ao once again used the powerful right-hand sword, but the fake Jian Ao failed to master the left-hand sword and injured his right hand. This was the most tragic moment.
"Bah, bah, bah, bah!"
After another fight, the fake Jian Ao was killed by Jian Ao on the spot.
Jian Ao wins again.
With injuries all over his body, Jian Ao slowly flew back.
At this time, in the distance, the black energy condensed into three air masses again, and Jian Ao's figure slowly appeared in one of them.
Jian Ao's face darkened. But the other two were a fat brother and a bamboo pole.
Obviously, the two people's cultivation level is too low, and the information will be captured faster by the large formation.
"Damn it, do you think I'm going to lie?" Fatty's expression changed.
"You son of a bitch, what should I do? Whatever I can do, what can he do? I'm so powerful, who can beat him then!!" Zhugan said with a worried look on his face.
Everyone: "…………There is no Mingyu in Qihang…………,!"
"It's really troublesome to die and then resurrect at this rate!" Xuanyuan frowned.
Jian Ao looked at himself who was slowly condensing in the distance, and said with a complex expression: "Previously, I broke through with the left-hand sword to kill him. I wonder if he can also master the left-hand sword this time!"
"Nineteen, this is a Feng Shui array, do you have a way to break it?" Zhong Shan asked.
Zhong Jiujiu thought for a while and said: "Yes, Ancestor Styx's Abi Hell Formation can break all Feng Shui formations in the world, but I need to have a certain understanding of this formation. There is also countless black energy around it, so it is impossible to detect it.
ah!"
"I can give you the outline of this array!" Xuanyuan suddenly said.
"Oh?" Zhong Nineteen nodded slightly.
Zhong Shan nodded slightly, as if telling Zhong Shijiu that Xuanyuan did not lie.
"Okay, then I have to borrow the Abi Sword from Emperor Dahe. Although I have also refined one, the time is still short, and after all, it cannot compare with the sword of Patriarch Styx!" Zhong Jiu said.
"Yeah!" Lan nodded.
Stretching his hand, Lan took out the Abi Sword and handed it to Zhong Shijiu.
After receiving the Abi Sword, Zhong Shijiu nodded with satisfaction and finally looked at Xuanyuan. Xuanyuan also nodded.
He flicked the whisk in his hand slightly.
Three thousand fly whisk threads soared into the sky, like three thousand streams of light instantly rushing out of the formation and straight into the starry sky.
The starry sky suddenly darkened, and for a moment, countless holy lights fell from the sky, suddenly rushing into the concentration formation, illuminating the entire ancient territory.
"Buzz!"
The white holy light shines in all directions, and slowly condenses into phantoms of babies one after another in all directions. A pair of small white wings on the baby's back exudes a soft and holy light.
Endless, covering the entire territory at once.
The top of the magic mountain.
"King, no, there are so many phantoms in the outside world?" A demon rushed into the hall and exclaimed.
Gu Yongheng did not speak, but squinted his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him. In the scene, it was exactly what Xuanyuan had done.
"The move of the Holy Emperor of Heaven and Earth, universal brilliance?" Gu Yongheng said in a deep voice.
"He should be the descendant of the Holy Emperor!" Another demon said.
"Yeah!" Gu Yongheng's face was gloomy.
In the outside world, countless phantoms of little angels suddenly turned into streaks of white light, shooting into the distance.
In the scene in front of Gu Yongheng, Xuanyuan flicked his whisk, and streams of light suddenly gathered from all directions and condensed into a ball of light.
Where is Xuanyuan.
Black energy filled the air around the world again. Xuanyuan held a ball of light in his hand and handed it to Zhong Jiujiu: "This is the entire layout of the ancient territory. Do you think it is useful?"
Zhong Shijiu took the light group strangely, looked at it again and again, and finally took a deep breath and said: "Okay, that's enough. With such a detailed layout of the ancient territory, I will definitely be able to arrange the Abi Hell Formation to defeat the Concentration Formation!"
"Yeah!" Xuanyuan nodded.
Xuanyuan's move indeed made everyone marvel, but they quickly suppressed their doubts.