Chapter 76 Puyao Guanghua

"The Sword of Dimension? I've never used it before, how could you?" Jian Ao said in surprise.

The black-clothed pseudo-Jianao smiled faintly and said, "You will do it, I will do it all, and if you can think of it, I can think of it too!"

Zhong Nineteen's face turned ugly and said: "How is this possible? The same beast must see the opponent's moves before it can be used. In the concentration formation, this fake Jianao can use moves that Jianao has never used? And it is Jianao. How could there be such a formation in this world?"

Not only Zhong Nineteen, but almost everyone showed astonishment.

On the opposite side, ‘Myself, I seem to know everything about myself, how can I fight this?

Zhong Shan's eyes froze, Ying, Lan, all showed a dignified look, each surrounded by a little golden aura, isolating the inside and outside.

Jian Ao scratched his right arm and was injured, staring at the black-clothed fake Jian Ao in the distance, the original solemnity gradually dissipated, replaced by an excited smile.

"Is Jian Ao stupid? Can you still laugh at this time?" Brother Fei asked strangely.

Jian Ao looked at Fat Brother behind him, because they were invited by Zhong Shan, Jian Ao did not despise the two of them, but smiled and said: "No, I waited for what I wanted, kept breaking through, and it was difficult to see myself clearly. In front of me is myself, fighting with others, my wish, fighting with myself, my request, don't interfere, I will do it myself!"

While speaking, Jianao Qingfeng shifted his long sword to his left hand.

"Use your left hand? Heh, is your left hand stronger? Or do you know left-handed swordsmanship?" Pseudo-Jian Ao said disdainfully.

"I don't know!" Jian Ao shook his head.

"Unclear?" Fake Jianao frowned slightly.

"I haven't used the left-handed sword much, but it doesn't mean I can't. Since the right hand is injured, why not use the left hand? At worst, start from scratch!" Jian Ao laughed.

"Learning swords now, compare swords with me? Use unfamiliar swordsmanship to fight familiar swordsmanship?" Pseudo-Jianao said disdainfully.

"I have been practicing swords all my life, and I have been making breakthroughs all my life. I believe that I can still break through now. The me you represent yesterday is the me today. Let's start!" Jian Ao said.

While speaking, Jian Ao stepped forward.

One black and one white, the two swordsmen immediately fought together.

"Boom!" "Ding!" "Ding!" "Boom!"

For a moment, there were two figures in all directions, with terrifying speed, terrifying combat power, and cracks in the void, the two cut faster and faster.

"Bah!" "Bah!"..."

On Jian Ao's white clothes, there was more and more blood, and one after another was torn open by the fake Jian Ao, but the fake Jian Ao didn't have a single scar on his body.

In the Great Hall of the Demon Mountain.

"Okay!" All the demons said excitedly.

Jianao retreated steadily, but the fake Jianao became more and more courageous as he fought.

"My lord, this concentration formation is too strong, no matter how powerful it is, can it gather together? With this formation, isn't it invincible?" A demon asked in surprise.

Gently shaking his head, Gu Yongheng said: "This array consumes too much, and this king also manipulated the number of days and mobilized endless fortunes from all directions to support it."

"Uh, but, it should be enough to deal with these people, right?" the devil laughed.

"They? That's enough. Because Jian Ao fought earlier and was captured too much information by the formation, he was the first to be concentrated. As for the others, wait a minute. Their information will continue to be captured and focused. Yes!" Gu Yongheng said lightly.

"Yes! It seems that the king doesn't need to make a move at all, just a while is enough!" the devil laughed.

Gu Yongheng nodded lightly.

On the one hand, Gu Xuanji heard Gu Yongheng's words, and his fingers trembled regularly again.

At the same time, Zhong Nineteen also received a letter from Gu Xuanji.

Looking at Zhong Shan, Zhong Nineteen told Zhong Shan everything.

"Father, this team is constantly capturing and collecting information about us, do you want to help Jian Ao to win the battle quickly?" Zhong Nineteen asked.

"Catch the information I'm waiting for?" Zhong Shan narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah, Jianao seems to be retreating steadily now. Once we get together, the battle will be really bad!" Zhong Nineteen worried.

"No, do you want to see Jianao again?" Zhong Shan shook his head.

Zhong Nineteen looked over.

Above the sky, a hole appeared on Jian Ao's body again. Still being suppressed.

"Jianao? The talent of sword is the best in the world!" Ying sighed.

At this time, Zhong Nineteen's eyes lit up.

"Father, Jian Ao can fight back now? Although he is still suppressed, it is not as obvious as before?" Zhong Nineteen was surprised.

"This is the talent of the sword, the best talent of the sword in the world. I have never practiced the left-handed sword. Under the pressure of life and death, I have grown so fast. The way of the sword, Hongjun is not as good as him back then!" Lan nodded.

"Bah!" "Bah!"

In the sky, there was another hole on Jian Ao's body, and for the first time, there was a hole on the fake Jian Ao on the opposite side.

"Huh?" Fake Jianao's expression changed.

"Now it's my turn!" Jian Ao said with a smile.

"Ding ding ding!"

The long sword collided again and again. The advantage of False Sword Ao will soon be gone. Even slightly suppressed by Jianao.

"Impossible, left-handed sword? Is your left-handed sword stronger than your right-handed sword?" Fake Jianao couldn't believe it.

"Shhhhhhh!"

After counting the wounds, Fake Jianao finally accepted this absurd fact.

"Left-handed sword? Left-handed sword?" Fake Jianao said in horror.

Probe, and change the long sword in your hand to your left hand.

Left-handed sword versus left-handed sword!

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh..."! "

Just after switching over, the number of wounds on Fake Jianao's body suddenly increased. How can the fake Jianao's left-handed sword compare with the right-handed sword? Can't beat Jianao at all.

"No, why?" Fake Jianao asked angrily.

"My right arm is injured, but your right arm is not injured, so when you swing your sword, you still think about your right arm, so you can only lose!" Jian Ao said with a smile.

Fake Jianao's face darkened.

"Bah!"

Fake Jianao cut his right arm with a sword in his left hand. Extremely decisive.

Jian Ao raised his jaw slightly, revealing a strange smile.

"What are you laughing at?" Fake Jianao said in a deep voice.

Looking at the fake Jianao, Jianao shook his head and said: "Actually, my right arm was not injured at all at first!"

After all, Jian Ao returned the Qingfeng sword to his right hand, and at the same time said lightly: "Actually, you should understand that I am more used to using my right hand!"

Pseudo-slanted and proud stood on the spot, looking at the right arm that was cut by himself. There was a twitch on the face.

"Although you copied all my strengths, it's a pity that you obviously lack intelligence...!" Jian Ao commented coldly.

"Bah!"

Jian Ao used the powerful right-hand sword again, but the pseudo-Jian Ao failed to practice the left-hand sword, and his right hand was injured. This was the most tragic moment.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh!"

After another fight. The fake Jianao was beheaded by Jianao on the spot.

Jianao wins again.

With injuries all over his body, Jian Ao slowly flew back.

At this time, in the distance, the black air condensed into three air masses again, and one of them slowly reappeared the figure of Jian Ao.

Jian Ao's face darkened. But the other two are a fat man and a bamboo pole.

Obviously, the cultivation base of the two is too low, and it is generally faster to be captured by the big formation.

"Damn it, even I want to fake it?" Fat Brother's expression changed.

"Turtle son, what should I do? What can I do, what can he do, I am so powerful, who can beat him by then!!, Zhu Gan said worriedly.

Everyone: "………………,!"

"Resurrection after death, it's really troublesome if this goes on!" Xuan Yuan frowned.

Jian Ao looked at himself slowly condensing in the distance, and said with a complex expression: "I broke through the left-handed sword before to plan to kill him. I don't know if he will master the left-handed sword this time!"

"Nineteen, this is a Feng Shui formation, can you break it?" Zhong Shan asked.

Zhong Shijiu thought for a while and said: "Yes, the Abi Hell Formation of Patriarch Minghe can break all Feng Shui formations in the world, but I need to have a certain understanding of this formation, and there are countless black qi around it, which cannot be detected at all. ah!"

"I can give you the outline of this array!" Xuan Yuan said suddenly.

"Oh?" Zhong Nineteen raised his jaw slightly.

Zhong Shan nodded slightly, as if telling Zhong Nineteen that Xuan Yuan would not lie.

"Okay, then I have to borrow the Abi Sword from Dahe Heavenly Emperor. Although I have also refined one, but the time is still short, after all it can't compare with that of the ancestor Minghe!" Zhong Nineteen said.

"Yeah!" Blue nodded.

Probe, Lan took out the Abi sword and handed it to Zhong Shijiu.

After getting the Abi Sword, Zhong Nineteen nodded in satisfaction, and finally looked at Xuan Yuan. Xuan Yuan also nodded.

He flicked the dust whisk slightly in his hand.

Three thousand whisks soared up into the sky, as if three thousand streams of light rushed out of the formation in an instant and went straight into the starry sky.

The starry sky suddenly darkened, and for a moment, countless holy lights descended from the sky, rushing into the Great Concentrating Formation, illuminating the entire ancient frontier.

"Buzz!"

The white holy light shone in all directions, and slowly, it condensed into phantoms of babies one after another in all directions. A pair of small white wings on the back of the baby emitted a soft and holy light.

Endless, covering the entire territory for a while.

The top of the magic mountain.

"My lord, it's not good, there are many phantoms outside?" A demon rushed into the hall and screamed.

Gu Yongheng didn't speak, but squinted his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him. In the scene, it was the scene that Xuan Yuan swung.

"The move of the holy emperor Tianwaitian, Puyao Guanghua?" Gu Yongheng said in a deep voice.

"He should be the descendant of the Holy Emperor!" Another demon said.

"Hmm!" Gu Yongheng's face was gloomy.

And in the outside world, countless phantoms of little angels suddenly turned into streaks of white light and shot towards the distance.

In the picture in front of the ancient eternity. Xuanyuan flicked the dust whisk, streams of light suddenly gathered from all directions, and condensed into a ball of light.

Where Xuan Yuan is.

Once again, black air filled the surroundings of the world, Xuan Yuan held a ball of light in his hand, handed it to Zhong Shijiu and said: "This is the entire layout of the ancient frontier, do you think it is useful?"

Zhong Nineteen took the light group weirdly, looked at it again and again, and finally took a deep breath and said: "Okay, enough, with such a detailed layout of the ancient territory, I will definitely be able to arrange the Great Formation of Abi Hell to restrain the Great Formation of Concentration!"

"En!" Xuan Yuan nodded.

Xuan Yuan's move really made everyone amazed, but they quickly suppressed their doubts.

"Let's get started!" Zhong Shan said to Zhong Shijiu.

"Um!"