"The Strongest Martial Emperor in the City"!
Looking at Yang Qi who was rushing towards him, Emperor Binglan's face became extremely ugly and he said, "Madman!"
Emperor Binglan thought Yang Qi's direct burning of his essence was extremely crazy, but it was precisely because of Yang Qi's madness that Emperor Binglan felt a little scared. Yang Qi's strength was not much weaker than his, and if he fought desperately, even if Emperor Binglan could survive to the end, the price he had to pay would be huge.
Emperor Binglan is not someone who can face life and death calmly. Otherwise, he would have chosen to commit suicide when the Immortal Temple controlled his life and death. However, in order to survive, Emperor Binglan chose to join the Immortal Temple.
How could a cultivator who cherishes his life so much not feel fear when facing a cultivator like Yang Qi who doesn't value his life so much and is so crazy
Although he was afraid, facing Yang Qi who was coming to kill him, Emperor Binglan still waved the sword in his hand to meet him. After all, if he retreated now, the Immortal Temple would never let him go. He had no choice but to continue fighting with Yang Qi.
The strength of the shadow clone with the burning origin has obviously increased a lot. After another fight, Emperor Binglan, who was already fearful, immediately fell into a disadvantage, and the vitality in his body was constantly dissipating.
"Damn it, why aren't they here yet?"
Seeing that there was no sign of the three practitioners from the Immortal Temple appearing, Emperor Binglan's face darkened. It was very difficult for him to resist Yang Qi with his current strength. If the practitioners from the Immortal Temple did not come to support him, he would most likely die here.
Thinking of this, Emperor Binglan fought with the shadow clone while moving towards the hiding place of the three practitioners of the Immortal Temple.
On the Shattered Star, the burly black-robed cultivator looked at the leading black-robed man, "Sir."
The black-robed man's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard this, but he didn't say anything.
It had been some time since Emperor Binglan and Yang Qi's shadow clone fought, and they were not clear about the situation on the battlefield, but no other practitioners had arrived during this period. If no other practitioners had arrived for such a long time, then if they continued to wait, it was very likely that no other practitioners would come!
Thinking of this, the man in black robe hesitated in his heart, wondering whether he should take action immediately to kill the cultivator who was fighting with Emperor Binglan. However, once they took action, it would be tantamount to giving up on killing the other three cultivators.
Another black-robed practitioner's expression changed slightly, and he quickly looked at the black-robed man in front of him and said, "Sir..."
Um
Hearing this, the black-robed leader frowned. He was the leader among the three, and the two practitioners under his command kept urging him to make a decision. He couldn't help but feel a little angry.
The black-robed cultivator sensed the displeased gaze of the leading black-robed man and said hastily, "Emperor Binglan is coming in our direction."
What
As soon as these words came out, the burly black-robed cultivator's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he said coldly, "Does this guy want us to be exposed?"
"He may be unable to resist that cultivator, so he is coming towards us, hoping to get our support." The leading black-robed man said with a hint of helplessness in his tone.
The life and death of Emperor Binglan was in their control. He believed that Emperor Binglan would not be stupid enough to disobey their orders. There was only one possibility for this situation, that is, Emperor Binglan could not resist the attack of the cultivator. In addition, the three of them did not act as agreed, so Emperor Binglan had no choice but to rush towards them in order to survive.
"Emperor Binglan is no match for that man. There is no point in waiting any longer." The black-robed man sighed and said in a deep voice, "Let's take action."
Originally, the black-robed man was planning to wait a little longer. After all, killing one cultivator was completely different from killing four cultivators. But now that Emperor Binglan was coming towards them, if they didn't take action, they would be exposed sooner or later. They had no choice but to help Emperor Binglan.
Whoosh~ Whoosh~
As the black-robed man finished speaking, three figures on the broken stars flew out and headed directly towards the battlefield where Emperor Binglan and Yang Qi's shadow clone were fighting.
…
Just as the three practitioners from the Immortal Temple were rushing to the battlefield, Emperor Binglan was constantly moving towards them. However, during this period of time, when he was fighting with the shadow clone, he noticed something strange.
Looking at the green figure not far away, Emperor Binglan frowned slightly, "Isn't his aura weakening too quickly?"
Emperor Binglan was, after all, an early-stage five-star Martial Emperor. Although he felt fear when facing the shadow clone directly burning his origin, when he came to his senses, he keenly discovered that Yang Qi's aura weakened too quickly.
Although a four-star Martial Emperor at the peak of his cultivation could not burn his Essence for as long as a five-star Martial Emperor, it was impossible for such a huge consumption to occur in such a short time.
The origins of practitioners at the same level would not differ too much, but the origin of the blue figure in front of him was obviously very different from that of the practitioners at the same level. Either the practitioner in front of him was already seriously injured, or the origin of the practitioner in front of him was much less than that of the practitioners at the same level.
The possibility of him being seriously injured was extremely low, so there was only one possibility left...
Clone!
Emperor Binglan's eyes flashed with a gleam of brilliance. The essence of the clone is far inferior to the original body, and it cannot exert its own realm to the extreme, so the power that the clone can burst out is far inferior to the original body. However, the blue figure in front of him, because it burst out with a strength similar to his own realm from the beginning, made Emperor Binglan subconsciously regard it as the original body, and never suspected that the other party was just a clone.
But now, after discovering that there was something wrong with the origin of the green figure, Emperor Binglan immediately thought that the green figure in front of him was not a cultivator at all, but a clone!
“Damn it!”
Emperor Binglan's face was extremely gloomy. He was actually forced to this point by a clone. He fled in the direction of the three practitioners from the Immortal Temple. It would have been fine if the three practitioners did not take action. Once they took action, they found that the green figure in front of them was just a clone. He could already imagine what would happen to him.
The Immortal Temple had taken a lot of time and effort to lay out, but it ended up attracting a clone. He couldn't even distinguish the clone, so the consequences can be imagined.
Emperor Binglan stared at the green figure and growled, "You are a clone!"
"Did you finally find it?"
The shadow clone didn't feel too surprised that Emperor Binglan realized that he was a clone. After all, there were still significant differences between the clone and the original body. Especially after a real fight, it was easier to tell the difference apart. It was a bit beyond his expectation that it took Emperor Binglan so long to realize that he was a clone.
“Ah~”
Emperor Binglan roared angrily, his face was extremely ferocious, and he shouted, "This emperor wants you to die!"