"You are not qualified to be my opponent." Chu Wushuang opened his lips slightly.
When she spoke, she didn't even open her eyes, her face was indifferent and cold.
As she finished speaking, a wisp of green smoke flew out of her body and floated to the fighting platform. At a speed visible to the naked eye, it molded into a human shape inch by inch. It was her Chu Wushuang's appearance, with graceful posture.
"Clone?" The whole audience raised their eyebrows.
That's right, it's a clone.
Chu Wushuang had already said that Lin Xie was not qualified to be her opponent and was only qualified to fight with her clone...??.
Contempt, naked contempt.
"This style is so damn dazzling." Jian Nan grinned and clicked his tongue.
"She has the capital." Su Yu laughed dryly, "Oh man! I can't accept it."
"What a clone."
Zhao Yun murmured, what he was looking at was Chu Wushuang's clone. He didn't know how much combat power he had inherited from the original one. Even if it was a clone, it was difficult for his eyes to see through it. It had a unique mysterious power that blocked prying eyes. This was just a clone.
If you want to take a peek at Chu Wushuang's true self, don't even think about it.
The most embarrassing thing was Lin Xie.
After so many years, I have been fighting with my peers every day, but this is the first time I have been treated with such contempt. I did not even move, using my clone. It seems that with his little skills, he is really qualified to fight with his clone.
"Girl, you..." Wu Xuantong looked at Chu Wushuang.
"If the clone fails, I will fail." Chu Wushuang said lightly.
With this sentence, her already dazzling personality added another layer of halo.
How courageous this is!
If this fails, how many people will be lost!
However, since she dared to say this, she was sure of victory.
"That's it, let's start a war."
Wu Xuantong put his hands in his hands and moved out of the way hesitantly.
I have hosted so many competitions, but this is the strangest one, where I used my clone instead of my real body.
Everyone looked towards the battle platform.
Lin Xie stood majestically, with turbulent momentum and brilliance covering his body. His combat power was fully activated. His black hair was like a waterfall, flying up to the sky. There was no trace of anything hidden anymore, and he had the strongest foundation since the competition.
On the other hand, Chu Wushuang's avatar stands gracefully, with mist overflowing and rain and mist lingering all over it. At first glance, it looks like a dream-like artistic conception. Its clothes are not stained by dust, and it looks very much like the fairy in the painting.
"Sister, I'm offended."
Lin Xie shouted loudly and took the lead to attack. He used his ultimate move, piercing the rainbow with his sword, which was blessed with true essence and engraved with the power of his blood. His sword was like the wind and the light was like a thundering giant. The power of his sword was quite domineering.
The onlookers collectively looked sideways at Chu Wushuang's clone.
Lin Xie made a move, but she acted like nothing happened, like an ice sculpture, motionless.
Zheng!
In the midst of lightning and flint, Lin Xie's sword has arrived.
At this point, Chu Wushuang's clone steadily raised his hand, stretched out only two jade fingers, and clamped the tip of Lin Xie's sword impartially. The jade fingers overflowed with true energy, and in an instant, Lin Xie's sword power was removed.
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"So strong?" Everyone in the audience was shocked.
The evil disciples and the true form of Yin Bing, like Liu Ruyue and Ru Wu Nian, are all exposed.
Shocked.
He is as silent as a black knife, and his eyes are full of fear.
He was so bellicose that he swallowed his saliva.
Lin Xie's combat power was not weak, and his most powerful sword was easily neutralized by a clone of Chu Wushuang. No wonder the master had already told him that once he ran into Chu Wushuang, he should just admit defeat.
The most shocking thing was Lin Xie. No matter how much his true energy surged, he could not penetrate even half of it.
"He is a monster."
Zhao Yun took a deep breath, and for the first time since the new sect competition kicked off, he showed a hint of fear, not towards Chu Wushuang's clone, but towards Chu Wushuang's true self, he was so ridiculously strong!
The elders were relatively calm.
If I had known that that girl was going against the grain, I wouldn't have looked too shocked.
Zheng!
Under the spotlight of everyone, Chu Wushuang's clone flicked his jade finger.
The sword in Lin Xie's hand trembled with a buzzing sound, causing Lin Xie to flip over.
Whoosh!
Chu Wushuang's clone followed him like a shadow, and his movements were so weird that even Zhao Yun frowned.
While talking, Lin Xie had already landed.
Before he could stand firm, Chu Wushuang's clone arrived and pointed a finger between his eyebrows.
"I lost." Lin Xie laughed at himself.
It was Chu Wushuang's clone who kept his hand.
If you really want to kill him, you can pierce his eyebrows with just one finger.
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Wushuang's clone turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated on the battlefield.
"too strong."
More than 99% of the disciples present were hit hard. With only one clone and one move, they defeated Lin Xie. What kind of strength is this! Don’t blame others for their arrogance. People have the capital to be arrogant. I want to ask which disciple here,
Apart from Chu Wushuang, who can defeat Lin Xie with one blow from his clone, I am afraid there will be no other one. The young niece of the handsome female family seems to be carrying a god-level weapon.
Zhao Yun was silent, his mind agitated, but not shocked.
What Chu Wushuang could do, he could do the same.
I'm just not sure how strong Chu Wushuang himself is.
The first showdown went as quickly as it came.
After Lin Xie stepped down, he sat in silence for a long time. He was so shocked that he couldn't even lift his head.
"It's no shame to lose to her." Su Yu patted Lin Xie.
"The problem is, I lost to the clone! It was still one move." Jian Nan's intention was still unfinished.
The one named Chu is too strong.
"Look, it's your turn." Zi Yan patted Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun calmed down and stepped onto the battlefield.
In no particular order, there is a female disciple, a female disciple from Tsing Yi. In the resurrection match yesterday, in order to buy time for her senior brother, she defeated Mo Dao's junior sister. She still has some background.
"Junior Brother Ji, you won't throw me!" the female disciple in Tsing Yi said with a smile.
"Don't fall."
Zhao Yun laughed dryly.
"and you."
"Ji Hen. Go on."
Before the female disciple in green could speak again, she was interrupted by Jian Nan's words.
This guy threw something on the stage, and it made a loud noise when it landed.
What did he throw away? He threw a black iron rod, the kind that was heavy enough.
"Do you want to die!"
"Don't pinch me! I just lent him a weapon."
"Borrow, I'll let you borrow it."
Before the war started on the stage, the audience started to make a fuss.
Naimu Zhaoxue has already pressed the sword south. What's wrong with throwing it? Why don't you have to throw an iron bar?
"I feel very relieved to have this descendant."
The male elders present collectively stroked their beards and spoke with more emphasis.
Most of the male disciples were coughing dryly. That iron rod looked more and more eye-catching.
"shameless."
The female disciples' beautiful eyes were on fire, and they didn't shy away from scolding.
The eyes of the female elders were particularly gloomy, as if they knew what the meaning was.
"Why. Throw an iron rod."
Man Teng scratched his big head and looked at this and that.
Despite his size, he is actually an innocent little pepper.
"Iron rods can be used to hit people."
Su Yu took a deep breath, and the explanation he gave was particularly fresh and refined.
Why don't you say it's Jiannan! It's an iron rod, and it's clear to everyone present.
The atmosphere was once awkward.
Zhao Yun is a talented person, he can really hold an iron rod.
It's just that he had inserted the Lord of the Rings, and it was inappropriate to bring the stick up at this time.
"Scumbag."
Looking across the way, the female disciple in Tsing Yi's cheeks were already flushed, and her beautiful eyes were sparkling with fire. She didn't know whether she was ashamed or angry. She, who was usually reserved, also uttered a curse word.
"I didn't throw it away." What an injustice to Zhao Yun!
It's his fault too.
As long as he talked about martial ethics, the scene would not be like today.
Zheng!
The female disciple in Tsing Yi was so ashamed and angry that she drew her sword on the spot.
She was so angry that she was really like a raging tigress. Her sword was fierce and her breath was violent. This sword was quite powerful, at least in the eyes of the people in the audience, it was powerful enough to kill people.
Zhao Yun did not move.
He didn't turn sideways until the tip of the sword was only three inches away from him.
Easily avoided.
The female disciple in green pierced the air with her sword, revealing a flaw.
Zhao Yun did not let go of this flaw and grabbed the female disciple in green with one hand.
When it was over, all the spectators collectively raised their heads.
Damn it, aren't you going to fall? Why are your waist and horse in one again?
Indeed, Zhao Yun did not fall, he was thrown around by the female disciple and dropped directly off the platform.
One move. Solved the battle.
Although the female disciple in green was thrown off the fighting platform, she landed smoothly.
Even so, her cheeks were quite crimson, and her beautiful eyes were tinged with fire. Compared to the iron rod, she no longer cared about whether she could advance or not. That guy was so infuriating.
"It's not me who threw it." When Zhao Yun stepped down, he was still complaining about injustice.
Anyway, he won, and by the way, he became famous again.
Looking at the amazing assist named Jian Nan, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen by Zhao Xue Chui.
"what does it mean!"
Man Teng watched it from beginning to end and didn't even understand what was going on.
He was the biggest at the scene.
However, everyone has a driver's license, but he didn't, so he didn't know where he was going.
Here, Zhao Yun has found a place to sit down, right next to Mr. Chen Xuan.
That old man's old face is no longer faceless. This little red guy named Ji Hen has won again. It's really strange. There are so many evil disciples, but they just bumped into a weak one.
Zhao Yun is very sensible, and the bag was placed on the gambling table again yesterday.
"Win, I'll let you win."
Just like yesterday, Mr. Chen Xuan crumpled the flat banknotes one by one into a ball, and cursed, "Ji Hen won, but he lost, and the loser couldn't lift his head."
Already.
Zhao Yun doesn't refuse anyone who comes. It doesn't matter if it's crumpled into a ball, just don't tear it apart.
boom!
Someone else stepped on the stage, and there was a loud bang when they landed.
It's a black sword. Although he is silent, his power is unparalleled.
Looking at his opponent, he seems a little timid. People who have been on the battlefield have a bloody aura that is hard for most people to handle. The domineering attitude of Mo Dao is also enough to intimidate people.
war!
His roar filled up his aura.
The sound of the sword that followed shook his so-called aura, and Mo's sword strikes were always crisp and clean. His sword was unparalleled in power and ended the battle with one blow.
"Come."
Before Mo Dao could finish, Man Teng jumped up.
His opponent is a master who refuses to give in. He is also an extremely warlike type. He mainly does not believe in evil. He has also cultivated his physical body. If you are taller, I will fight very violently.
It doesn't matter if you don't believe in evil. Once you do it, everything will be just a cloud.
Man Teng's anger was as strong as ever, causing him to become paralyzed.
According to what he said, no matter who fights with me, I will treat him as Ji Hen and beat him to death. If he was kicked as a little brother, he will feel uncomfortable all over his body. I have to find someone to vent my anger on.
Two words: comfortable.
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There is something delayed, so the update is late. There are chapters later, so it will be a little later.
Please give me a banknote and thank you fellow Taoist immortals.