In the eyes of these disciples of the Three-Headed Tiger Clan and the Sword Dragon Clan, Xiaojiao and Huantian cannot be the opponents of Yuan Hu and Jian Zhentian.
After all, Xiaojiao and Huantian are not as good as Yuan Hu and Jian Zhentian in terms of cultivation.
But just as they were discussing, the figure of Huantian disappeared in the void, and instead, two figures of Sword Zhentian appeared in the void.
Obviously, one of the figures is Jian Zhentian.
"I transform into your appearance, and I have all your martial arts skills. Let me see how you defeat me!"
Huantian looked at Jian Zhentian opposite, with an evil smile on his lips, and said secretly in his heart.
Huantian deliberately transformed into the appearance of Jian Zhentian. In fact, Huantian also knew very well in his heart that if he did not transform into the appearance of Jian Zhentian, he would not be able to defeat Jian Zhentian.
But he transformed into Jian Zhentian, and it was not certain who would win.
Thinking like this, a flash of light flashed in Huantian's eyes.
"What... what's going on?"
"You...how did you transform into me?"
After being stunned for a long time, Jian Zhentian finally came back to his senses and looked at Huantian who was exactly the same as himself. His eyes were filled with astonishment.
The Jian Zhentian transformed by Huantian not only looks the same, but also has the same aura.
This makes Jian Zhentian, who has never seen such a high-level transformation, how can he not be shocked
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that there could be such a terrifying person. Not only could his appearance be exactly the same, but even the aura on his body was almost the same.
"What did you say?"
"I am Jian Zhentian, the king of the Sword Dragon Clan. You are clearly the one who transformed into me!"
Hearing Jian Zhentian's words, Huantian's eyes flashed with a glint of light, and he said with a cold expression.
More and more disciples of the Sword Dragon Clan are gathering here. At this moment, Huantian's heart has started to be playful. He just wants to play with the Jian Zhentian.
Mo Wentian asked them to block Jian Zhentian at the entrance of the volcano, but he did not tell him to kill Jian Zhentian.
And as long as he needs to block Jian Zhentian, he doesn't have to block it himself.
Thinking like this, a glimmer of light rose in Huantian's eyes.
"This...who is our king?"
"I think the first one is our king, he speaks first!"
"I don't think so. Usually the villain is the first to complain. I think the second one is our king!"
"It's really terrifying. He can actually transform into someone who looks exactly like our king. Not only his appearance, but also his aura is exactly the same!"
"This man's strength must not be weaker than our king's. Now that he has transformed into our king's appearance, our king will definitely not be able to defeat him!"
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Seeing the two Jian Zhentian appearing in the void, the countless disciples of the Sword Dragon Clan had astonishment in their eyes.
They couldn't tell the difference between the two identical Jian Zhentian in front of them.
Their eyes were looking at the two Jian Zhentian in the void. They really wanted to distinguish between the two figures, which one was the real Jian Zhentian.
But no matter how hard they looked, they couldn't see the difference between the two figures.
"You... you are really hateful!"
"Obviously it was you who transformed into me. I am the real Jian Zhentian, but you still dare to be so arrogant in front of me!"
Listening to those comments, the anger in Jian Zhentian's heart suddenly surged.
Looking at Huantian opposite, Jian Zhentian's murderous intent was undisguised.
At the same time, the aura on Jian Zhentian's body quickly surged.
If it is said that looks can kill, Huantian at this moment has been beheaded countless times.
"Are you the real Jian Zhentian?"
"I am the king of the Sword Dragon Clan. If I hadn't had a big fight with Yuan Hu just now, I would definitely kill you!"
Looking at the angry Jian Zhentian, Huantian's mouth curled up slightly.
But the next moment, Huantian looked extremely serious, looked at Jian Zhentian opposite, and shouted coldly.
Huantian said this because he wanted to get the approval of these Sword Dragon Clan disciples.
It has to be said that Huantian has followed Mo Wentian for so long, and he has learned a lot from Mo Wentian.
"The battle with Yuan Hu? It seems that this is our real king!"
"Yes, this is our real king. Just now, the king was fighting Yuan Hu. Even if the fake king on the opposite side can transform into the appearance of our king, he cannot know that our king just fought with Yuan Hu. A battle between tigers!”
"That person is a fake. He pretended to be the king of our Sword Dragon Clan. It's really abominable!"
"Pretending to be our king means becoming the enemy of our entire Sword Dragon Clan!"
"He transformed into the appearance of our king. This simply doesn't take our Sword Dragon Clan seriously!"
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Listening to Huantian's words, the auras of the countless Sword Dragon Clan disciples grew rapidly.
Each of their eyes looked at Jian Zhentian, and the cold light in their eyes was even more terrifying.
It looked as if they would attack Jian Zhentian as long as Huantian gave an order.
In their opinion, whoever pretends to be their king is showing contempt for their Sword Dragon Clan.
"You bunch of losers!"
"I am your true king!"
Listening to these discussions, Jian Zhentian was about to explode with anger.
He is clearly the real king of the Sword Dragon Clan, but the disciples of the Sword Dragon Clan point all their fingers at him. How can Jian Zhentian not be angry in his heart
"Stop quibbling!"
"My disciples from the Sword Dragon Clan are not stupid, and they will not be fooled by your mere words!"
"Sword Dragon Clan disciples, listen to my order and take action against the guy pretending to be my king!"
"If we don't kill this man, how can our Sword Dragon Clan gain a foothold in Piaomiao Peak in the future!"
Seeing Jian Zhentian's appearance, the evil smile on Huantian's lips became more intense.
But the next moment, as if he remembered something, Huantian's expression suddenly turned cold, he looked at the countless Sword Dragon Clan disciples and said coldly.
"Yes, King, this person must be killed!"
"If we don't kill this man, we, the Sword Dragon Clan, will definitely be able to gain a foothold in this Piaomiao Peak with dignity in the future!"
"The conflict between us and the Three-Headed Tiger Clan has been completely resolved. We can't let the Three-Headed Tiger Clan underestimate us!"
"Yes, we must kill this person who pretends to be our king, otherwise the majesty of our Sword Dragon Clan will be lost!"
"This person must be killed. Not only must he be killed, but he must also be hung on the city gate to show those who have other intentions towards our Sword Dragon Clan. This is their fate!"
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Following Huantian's words, countless Sword Dragon Clan disciples instantly exploded.
The auras on each of their bodies quickly surged.
"You useless things, I am your real king, and you actually want to kill me!"
"I think you are tired of living!"
Seeing the countless disciples of the Sword Dragon Clan, who were about to kill him, the murderous intent in Jian Zhentian's eyes skyrocketed.
Waves of terrifying coercion attacked directly towards the countless disciples.
"Bang bang bang..."
As this coercion came, the countless disciples of the Sword Dragon Clan flew backwards.
Some disciples with lower cultivation levels were seriously injured directly.
The disciples with higher cultivation levels also looked extremely pale.
Obviously, although Jian Zhentian was injured in the battle with Yuan Hu, Jian Zhentian's strength was not something they could stop.
"He took action against us. He is a fake. He is the one pretending to be our king!"
"We, the Sword Dragon Clan, will kill the person who pretends to be our king, even if it means death!"
"This person is so abominable that he dares to take action in front of so many of us!"
"This person pretends to be our king, and he looks so much like him. This pressure is exactly the same as our king's!"
"So what if this person pretends to be like our king? We must kill this person today!"
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Countless Sword Dragon Clan disciples stood up and looked at Jian Zhentian, their anger rising sharply.
It was okay if Jian Zhentian didn't use coercion, but when he used coercion, the disciples of the Sword Dragon Clan decided that Jian Zhentian was a fake.