The nineteenth floor of Tongsheng Mountain is a space that seems to be void.
Ye Guchen stepped into it and glanced around.
"What is the test on the nineteenth floor?" Ye Guchen murmured.
On the nineteenth floor, even Jian Jinghong and Hua Wuxiu couldn't get through.
The difficulty of this level is definitely not that simple.
Just as Ye Guchen was thinking, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
An identical figure in a mysterious robe.
"Heh... is this kind of test again?"
Looking at the figure with the same face as himself, Ye Guchen couldn't help but bring up a faint smile.
He understood what the test of the nineteenth floor was.
What is a warrior's biggest enemy?
It’s myself!
The test of the nineteenth level is the battle with oneself.
"In that case, let's do it!"
Ye Guchen held the Nine Dragons Thunder Prison Sword without any hesitation.
This was not the first time he had experienced this kind of self-test.
But obviously, this time it will be more difficult than before.
Because the Ye Guchen opposite him is almost the same as Ye Guchen himself.
Physical body, skills, martial arts, means.
Even the fighting instinct and thinking are exactly the same as Ye Guchen.
This also resulted in Ye Guchen being unable to cause any real harm to the other self no matter what method he used.
On the outskirts of Tongsheng Mountain, everyone's eyes were tightly focused on the nineteenth floor.
Everyone in Shenya Academy was even more nervous.
Although reason told them that Ye Guchen should not be able to break through the nineteenth floor.
But there is still a glimmer of hope in my heart.
I hope Ye Guchen can break through the 19th floor and make Shenya Academy famous.
After all, Shencliff College has been silent for too long. Someone needs to step forward and lead Shencliff College back to its peak.
Half an hour...
An hour...
Two hours...
On the 19th floor of Tongsheng Mountain, there was no movement at all.
The more time passed, the more the hearts of everyone in Shenya Academy sank.
"But it should be over soon. The test of the nineteenth level is a battle with oneself. And as time goes by, one's own strength will be more and more suppressed, but the other copy will not be affected at all."
Over at the Hua family, Hua Wuxiu spoke with a faint voice.
He passed through the eighteenth floor, but failed to pass through the nineteenth floor.
But he naturally knows about the test of the nineteenth level.
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the four directions had shocked expressions in their eyes.
"How is it possible to get through this?"
"Yes, how can you win if you fight with the exact same version of yourself? Not to mention that your own strength will be suppressed as time goes by."
Hua Wuxiu's words were undoubtedly telling everyone.
The longer time passes, the less likely Ye Guchen will be to break through the nineteenth floor.
Although Ye Guchen has now won the bet, the Hua family still does not want Ye Guchen to break through the nineteenth floor.
"It seems there is no hope."
After hearing Hua Wuxiu's words, all the disciples of Shenya Academy shook their heads and sighed.
Two hours have passed, and Ye Guchen's strength must have been greatly suppressed.
Under such circumstances, how could the God of War be another version of himself in his prime?
In the nineteenth floor space.
The oscillating fluctuations of sword energy swept across all directions.
Ye Guchen fought bloody battles with his other self, using every possible means.
At this moment, Ye Guchen had many wounds all over his body, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.
On the other hand, although the situation on the opposite side is similar, the situation is obviously better.
"My strength has been suppressed by 30%..." Ye Guchen's eyes were fixed.
He could feel that the longer time passed, the greater the oppression he suffered.
At first, it was only 10% suppressed, then 20%, and now it is 30%.
It is conceivable that if Ye Guchen continues to delay, he may be suppressed by 40% or 50% in the end.
At that time, it was almost impossible to defeat the clone.
"What to do..." Ye Guchen thought in his mind.
The replica on the opposite side struck again, with the sword wings extending from its back.
The catastrophe of all gods, the destruction of heaven and earth!
Ye Guchen's sword force changed, and he also unleashed the Tribulation of All Gods, destroying the world.
boom!
A violent collision filled the entire space. Amidst the buzzing and vibrating sound, Ye Guchen retreated violently and coughed out a mouthful of blood again.
Although it is the same move, the power displayed by Ye Guchen at this moment is already 30% weaker than that of the clone.
"No wonder Jian Jinghong and Hua Wuxiu have difficulty getting through. This level is indeed not easy."
Ye Guchen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
He was thinking of a way to break the situation.
In the constant battle, Ye Guchen knew that this clone was almost exactly the same as him, with no flaws at all.
Using normal means, it is obviously impossible to pose a threat to the clone.
"What should we do?" Ye Guchen looked solemn.
Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind.
The next moment, Ye Guchen's eyes suddenly burst into light.
"I know, that's it!" Ye Guchen said with a smile on his lips.
A surge of sword energy surged from his body.
Ye Guchen suddenly understood something.
This clone is the same as him in every aspect.
But there is one thing that replicas absolutely do not have.
soul!
This copy has no soul.
This does not seem to be a big deal, because it does not affect the combat effectiveness of the clone.
But Ye Guchen happened to master one move, and that move was one that the clone could never perform.
"Haha...the biggest enemy of a warrior is himself, and there is only one way to break through himself, which is to open the shackles of the heart!"
"My heart is fearless, my sword is invincible, not even myself can stop me!"
Ye Guchen smiled casually, his black hair dancing wildly.
He raised his hand to explore, and a hundred and eighty thousand Pitian Sword Souls surged out of his body.
At the same time, the copy on the opposite side also burst out with one hundred and eight thousand sword souls.
When Ye Guchen saw this, a sneer appeared on his face.
He also pointed it as a sword, and the sword pointed to the sky.
A terrifying sword mood came out along with the transparent soul power.
This move was a move that Ye Guchen could only practice and perform after he recovered his consciousness.
At this moment, it finally came into play.
"D...gu...nine...swords!"
"Heart Sword Style!"
Ye Guchen raised his hand, pointed it as a sword, and pointed it straight at the sky.
One hundred and eight thousand sword souls, with Ye Guchen as the center, circled into a formation.
Heart Sword Style, control the sword with your heart!
Wherever the heart goes, the sword goes!
Almost at the moment when the thought arose in Ye Guchen's mind, hundreds of thousands of sword souls, as if breaking through the void, directly surrounded the clone.
The clone cannot perform the Heart Sword Style at all.
To perform the Heart Sword Style, you not only need soul power, but also the real soul!
Although the clone has consciousness and soul power, it has no real soul!
So when Ye Guchen performed this move, the outcome was already determined!
"The heart controls a hundred and eight thousand swords, sweeping across the eight wastelands and nine heavens!"
"Break it for me!"
Ye Guchen pointed a finger at the clone, and a hundred and eight thousand swords gathered in the void, turning into a giant soul sword, and slashed at the clone with one sword.