Chapter 47 What a killing sword

To Lu Chong's surprise, only two people floated down from the ring. Unexpectedly, two groups of people died together because of the fierce fight. How should three people be tested?

This battle level should not be so simple. It should be simple for people to fight. There should be other wonderful things. Lu Chong thought of it, and his eyes were uncertain.

At this moment, the sound sounded again:

"There are still three people left. Next, you will fight against yourselves, and the winner will continue to move forward."

As soon as the words fell, the three were separated. In Lu Chong's shocked eyes, a figure slowly emerged, exactly like it.

The same is true of the other two people. Three huge light masks, like a bowl cover, cover the three people respectively.

Lu Chong narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the same illusion that appeared. He sneered, waved the Emperor of Heaven and rushed up and bombarded him with one punch. Unexpectedly, the illusion was also the same. The same golden fist hit him. Lu Chong was repelled and spit out a ball of golden blood from his mouth.

"His spiritual power is similar to mine. He is at the low level of heaven and earth, but why is his moves so much stronger than mine?"

Lu Chong thought for a moment, and the brilliance in his hand flashed. Ning Yusu appeared out of thin air, but his body was much more illusory. Unexpectedly, the illusion also attracted a Ning Yusu. Moreover, his body was intact and his strength was obviously much stronger than Lu Chong. Lu Chong's eyes flashed, and he suddenly thought of something and put Ning Yusu away. Sure enough, the illusion also put away Ning Yusu.

At this time, the light mask suddenly squeezed a little inside. Lu Chong looked at it and knew that this was to prevent some people from taking action. The drawback of this illusion is also here. If the body does not take action, the illusion will not take action, so there are great drawbacks, so the mask should continue to shrink and force you to take action.

Lu Chong shouted angrily and turned into a ten-foot golden man. An illusion appeared in his eyes. A flame suddenly surrounded him. The illusion was the same. A stronger flame wrapped Lu Chong. Lu Chong was not afraid at all and looked at the illusion coldly. Then, he had no choice but found that the illusion was completely different. Knowing the pain, although I am conscious, I am not as afraid of pain as others.

Lu Chong had no choice but to withdraw the magic of burning gods. He simply sat on the ground and looked at the light mask that was approaching a little. He thought for a moment, but he couldn't find a good way. He gritted his teeth, stood up, turned into a ten-foot-sized golden man, and rushed up. The two ten-foot gold men quickly stood together. , fight hard to kill.

One punch and one foot were all cracked, the spiritual power shook, and the blood flew everywhere. At this time, the two made a move at the same time, one punch was bombarded out, and Lu Chong was blown away.

Lu Chong gritted his teeth and gasped. His body had turned into about eight feet. His spiritual power was consumed too much and could no longer maintain ten feet in size, and the illusion was still more than nine feet. Lu Chong looked at him coldly and shrank quickly, and suddenly became only about three feet. At this time, Lu Chong could become the strongest combat effectiveness. Big look.

A person who changes from heaven and earth has a characteristic. Ten feet is a standard body shape, and the more spiritual power is consumed, the smaller the body will be. However, if he takes the initiative to become smaller, he will greatly consume spiritual power. The strongest is said to be no different from its own size.

Lu Chong shouted angrily, and his palm was a knife and split out horizontally. The illusion was the same. Lu Chong's divine consciousness suddenly came out. Although the illusion did not know what Lu Chong did, it still emitted divine consciousness to interfere with Lu Chong.

Lu Chong's eyes flashed. Sure enough, after a slap, Lu Chong still spit blood and flew away. However, he laughed happily and no longer attacked. Instead, he relieved his golden body state, slowly sat down and began to adjust himself. The illusion was the same.

Lu Chong's eyes were full of divine light and muttered, "If I guess correctly, this battle level is to hone the skills of demon disciples. The illusion is slower than me, but the power is much stronger than me. At the beginning of the slap, his trajectory was much more mysterious than mine.

However, after all, he copied the previous me. As long as I can make a breakthrough, he will not be my opponent, or I rely on extremely fast speed to make it too late to make a move, but this can't be used for me. It's too difficult to improve the speed temporarily, and I don't have a way to kill myself in seconds.

Lu Chong thought of this, and his eyes gradually became firm.

"It seems that we can only rely on tricks." Thinking of this, Lu Chong was not in a hurry and slowly began to adjust his breath.

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The original high and low light mask is now less than a hundred feet. Lu Chong sat on the ground and looked up at the light mask. The light mask now emitted a blood-red light. A scream before shocked Lu Chong, and then the color of the light mask changed to blood red, which was extremely murderous.

It seems that the monk chose to kill the illusion with one blow, but the speed is a little slower, so that the illusion has time to react. With the same move, he naturally has a greater chance to understand the deeper illusion.

Lu Chong looked at the illusion. At this time, he had fought with the illusion, but it was still difficult to win. After all, the illusion was not afraid of pain, but he was a flesh-and-blood creature. His feelings were not so pure. After all, he was still a little worse.

Looking at the approaching light mask, Lu Chong stood up again and took a deep breath. His body suddenly disappeared and turned into a streamer and rushed out quickly. The illusion was the same. In a blink of an eye, the two streamers had been fighting more than a hundred times, and both of them were separated. Except for a little whiter, there were basically no scars on his body.

There's nothing I can do. My moves are all physical fighting, but the use of spiritual power is much worse. Lu Chong sighed, exhaled, and looked at the rolling airflow.

Wait, airflow, wind!

There was a trace of surprise in Lu Chong's eyes and laughed, "Who said that I don't have the means to attack spiritually? Haha, crack the wind whip!"

The power of the wind around him shook, and countless wind whips suddenly appeared, dancing with the void. Under the beating, the space was broken. The illusion was the same. The two sides were like monsters with countless tentacles, waving the wind whip without attacking. Lu Chong stood in place, carefully observed the trajectory of the illusion wind whip, and sometimes protruded out a wind whip to try. Exploring.

At the beginning, Lu Chong's wind whip will be smashed with a blow. Gradually, it has been able to fight for a long time, and the light mask is only more than 30 feet high and low. Although it still covers a thousand feet, it is not high enough, and many means are difficult to use.

28 feet...

27 feet...

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15 feet......

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Ten feet......

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A bang resounded through the whole platform, and the light mask only ten feet high burst. The wind roared endlessly, and the space kept vibrating, as if it was about to be torn. A figure slowly emerged, ragged, but the momentum was like a rainbow, standing proudly, it was Lu Chong!

Lu Chong looked coldly at the man opposite, dressed in a blue robe and three long swords on his back. He also looked at Lu Chong indifferently. The eyes of the two showed endless fighting spirit. The man with the sword was obviously stronger, and the momentum on his body rose to the sky and pierced the wind and clouds.

What a killing sword.

This is Lu Chong's first impression of the man. The man with the sword himself seems to be a magic sword, which can pierce the sky and kill everything. The strong murderous atmosphere makes the air drift endless blood gas. What kind of killing can be created? Lu Chong has read it in the library of the school palace, and it is expected that the whole Fusang position. There are about tens of thousands of monks.

But this sword, which has drunk at least the blood of millions of monks, is extremely frightened, unless he is not a person in the Fusang plane. Lu Chong's eyes narrowed slightly, and a royal spirit suddenly burst out.

Such a sharp blade should be in the hands of the Emperor of Heaven to suppress the rebellion and sweep the world!