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After all, the immortal is an immortal, and just that kind of tolerance is enough to surpass hundreds of millions of mortals. When the army is approaching and lie in ambush on all sides, he is still indifferent, strong and elegant.
Ye Qingcheng held the Immortal Sword and looked at Nangong Sheng with great dignity, as if he was a little jealous.
"One son and one immortal formation, I will attack you for this formation. In the sun, no, even with this underworld, you are worthy of the first formation master. You are already thirty-four sons, and I cracked them one by one, you can still Laozi?" Ye Qingcheng solemnly looked at Nangong Sheng.
"Slaying the Immortal Sword, it is indeed well-deserved! Ye Qingcheng, a sword Qingcheng, a flying fairy from the sky, is a good swordsmanship, but your kendo is not as good as my Netherworld. "Nangong Sheng smiled.
"Oh? Really? Ye Qingcheng would personally ask for advice if there is a chance, but what about you now? Can you still land?" Ye Qingcheng said in a deep voice.
"Since you are so impatient, well, this is the thirty-fifth son, named'Self'." Nangong Sheng said in a deep voice.
Nangong Shengyu's words fell, Ye Qingcheng suddenly stood up solemnly, staring at the white chess piece in Nangong Sheng's hand.
In the distance, Zhong Shan and others also watched solemnly, watching Nangong Sheng calmly.
"This is the'Yitian Immortal Formation'." Gu Qianyou said suddenly.
"Oh? Yitian Immortal Formation?" Everyone looked at Gu Qianyou in doubt.
"I once heard from the Sage that this is a kind of attack and killing formation created by Nangong Sheng. It is like a game of Go. When a move is dropped, the chess game changes suddenly. Every time an extra move is dropped, the power of the big array increases exponentially. An extremely powerful formation. When the Holy Lord faced Nangong's victory that year, Nangong Shenggang created the thirty-second son, that is, thirty-two doubled attack formations. Unexpectedly, it has reached the thirty-fifth. Son!" Gu Qianyou explained immediately.
"Yitian Immortal Formation? Thirty-fifth son, self?" Zhong Shan repeated Nangong Sheng's words.
In the distance, Nangong Sheng smiled faintly, and the white chess piece in his hand fell gently. Suddenly, in front of Nangong Sheng, a chessboard-like white Go game suddenly appeared in front of Nangong Sheng, and it fell gently.
"Snapped"
The chessboard suddenly disappeared, and at this moment, Ye Qingcheng became more solemn, holding the Slaughter Immortal Sword tightly in his hand, and became very careful.
When the chessboard disappeared, on the ups and downs of blood, countless islands suddenly sank to the bottom of the sea, and countless islands floated up strangely.
The islands of the ups and downs of blood sea suddenly more than doubled, and at this moment, Zhong Shan was surprised to discover that this square ups and downs of blood sea is like a huge chess board, countless dark islands are chess pieces, and they fall on the board regularly. Above the intersection, countless islands were towed, suddenly forming a huge formation.
All of a sudden, the sea's red light rushed to the distant sky.
A powerful aura came and rushed straight into everyone's minds. It was a powerful aura, like the powerful aura of anger from heaven and earth, and many people retreated in fear.
At this moment, in the red light above the sea of blood, the space was slightly distorted, and the huge formations together made the squeezed space sway.
In the swaying space, it was hard to reach Ye Qingcheng. What Ye Qingcheng was on guard was a cloud of blood mist in mid-air.
That cloud of blood mist, as if completely formed by a large array, gathers more and more, and the power of countless spaces converges into it, slowly, converging into a person's height, and then slowly solidified by a cloud of blood mist, more and more The more solid, the clearer and clearer.
"Ye Qingcheng?" Xianxian exclaimed.
Not only Xianxian, almost everyone's eyes widened, because everyone saw that the body of the blood mist was condensed to the end, exactly the same as Ye Qingcheng.
A exactly the same Ye Qingcheng slowly came out, and then the Immortal Slaying Sword, even the Immortal Slaying Sword actually came out exactly the same.
In the high altitude, Ye Qingcheng looked at the opposite in horror. The figure on the opposite side was exactly the same as his own. Everything was the same. Even the sword in the opponent's hand was exactly the same as his own.
Thirty-fifth son, self
Is this to fight with the self? Ye Qingcheng naturally knew that it couldn't be himself, it was just a spatial body that Yitian Immortal Array simulated based on him. However, the indicators may be exactly the same as yourself.
The space body opposite stared at Ye Qingcheng. As long as Nangong wins an order, the space body will definitely kill Ye Qingcheng with the slaughter sword.
The same self? Ye Qingcheng didn't believe it, didn't believe that the strength of this space body was exactly the same as himself.
With a slight stroke of the Slaughter Immortal Sword in his hand, a powerful sword intent rushed away, and the space where the Slaughter Immortal Sword passed, a huge crack, pitch black, brought out a terrifying power.
The opposing space body also wielded the "Slaying Immortal Sword" in his hand, and swiped it out, exactly like Ye Qingcheng's, bringing out a terrifying power, even more so, opening the shattered space and slashing towards Ye Qingcheng. .
Ye Qingcheng was a temptation, but the opposite space body was exactly the same as him, but he did his best.
"Ding～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～"
Two absolute swords collided strongly. The place where the sword tip touched in the sky was a huge black hole about a hundred meters tall. A terrifying impact, the strength of this space body is powerful.
"Puff～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～"
Ye Qingcheng spouted a mouthful of blood and flew upside down for hundreds of feet, but the spatial body stood in the same place, without regressing.
"How is it possible?" Almost everyone was stunned.
Is this space body so strong? That was Ye Qingcheng, and even after taking the Slaying Immortal Sword, he was also defeated
"You don't try your best, it won't be polite to you, how strong you are, he will be strong!" Nangong Shengdan smiled.
Thirty-fifth son, self
Everyone on the periphery took a deep breath, this formation is too exaggerated!
"How can it be so strong? That's just a simulated dummy." Xianxian asked in surprise.
"The former sage once said that Yitian's immortal formation has a wide range of design methods and shocking the world. It involves not only the power of space, but also some phantom formations, and even some heart formations. The space body in front of him is indeed exactly the same as Ye Qingcheng's strength. At least in Ye Qingcheng's eyes, it is absolutely exactly the same. If you don't defeat yourself, you can't break the big formation!" Gu Qianyou thought for a while and said in horror.
"In other words, as strong as you are in your heart, how strong is the spatial body?" Yin Luori frowned.
"That said, arrogant people will undoubtedly die, and inferiority people can easily break through?" Zhong Shan laughed weirdly.
The internal powerhouse fights, the outside onlookers entertain, Zhong Shan and others keep thinking about the solution.
"It seems to be the truth!" Everyone said strangely to Zhong Shan.
"But is Ye Qingcheng an inferiority man?" Zhong Shan shook his head.
Obviously that is impossible, Ye Qingcheng is the master of a great holy land, how can he feel inferior
Ye Qingcheng was defeated with a single sword, and immediately stood by, watching the space body far away with full attention.
With a twist of his wrist, the Slaughter Immortal Sword cut across a space, and once again slashed towards the space body.
The powerful Ye Qingcheng slashed out the Slaughter Immortal Sword with all his strength, the square space shook for a while, and the internal scene was distorted and deformed, and only a little fuzzy shadow and the deep black hole could be seen.
"Boom, boom, boom...………… !"
Perhaps there is the sound of heavy impact, the attack of the absolute strong, and there are countless sword marks all around. In the distorted space, the space cracks are tearing in all directions like glass.
A terrifying attack, this is Ye Qingcheng's strength.
"Boom～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～"
During the battle, a huge black hole with a diameter of thousands of feet was erected high in the sky. The black hole did not become smaller, but the spatial ripples around the black hole swayed in all directions. The black hole did not become smaller. It was the constant two people inside. The battle, the horrible battle shock.
This is the battle of the strong. Countless onlookers on the periphery retreat one after another, retreating again and again, even Zhong Shan and others quickly retreat, the battle is too motivating.
"Ding～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～"
With another sword strike, Ye Qingcheng finally separated from the space body. Standing on both sides of the black hole, the black hole slowly shrank.
The two held swords and faced each other again. There were a lot of sword marks on their clothes, and both suffered the same injuries.
"So amazing!" Xianxian exclaimed.
"Unfortunately, it is not easy for Ye Qingcheng to defeat that spatial body!" The old man frowned.
"No!" Zhong Shan shook his head suddenly.
"how?"
"Don't you think Ye Qingcheng is terrible?" Zhong Shan frowned.
"Oh?" Everyone looked at Zhong Shan, only Gu Qianyou suddenly realized, looking at Ye Qingcheng solemnly.
"If Ye Qingcheng is proud, his opponent will become stronger because of his state of mind, and if he is inferior, he will become weaker, but now, it is obviously equal, what does that mean?" Zhong Shan said solemnly.
"He is neither arrogant nor inferior!" The old man thought for a while.
"Yes, neither arrogance nor inferiority. Appearance can deceive others, but the heart cannot lie to yourself. As long as people who are not inferior, who would think that they are bad? Little self-arrogance is inevitable, or everyone will treat themselves He feels proud of his current achievements, but Ye Qingcheng in front of him does not, not at all, he controls his emotions so delicately, such a talent is terrible!" Zhong Shan said solemnly.
After Zhong Shan finished speaking, everyone was silent for a while.
In the distance, a sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Qingcheng's mouth, his eyes flashed, and the Slaughter Immortal Sword was mentioned, and he once again killed the spatial body. The two collided strongly, the swords and swords touched each other, bringing out a lot of space to shatter, strong battles, and countless people on the periphery were dazzled, and the terrifying aftermath shocked the clouds in all directions.
However, there is one place that is very strange, Nangong Victory, the ups and downs of blood where Nangong Victory is, only set off waves. And at this moment, Nangong Sheng, above his right hand, at some point, another black chess piece appeared strangely.
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(To be continued)