Chapter 1589 Useless Supernatural Powers

Jiuyou, who was overwhelmed by the golden sword light, did not panic at all.

Jian Jiu's sword formation is actually not too weak, enough to cause damage to the gods of the Ninth Order. But for Jiuyou, this level of attack is far from enough.

With a thought in his mind, countless vines emerged from the ground and greeted the golden sword glows.

Almost at the same time as he was responding, a strong sense of crisis suddenly came from another direction.

He immediately raised his eyes and looked towards the source of the sense of crisis, and saw a red and black shock wave shot out from the mirror that absorbed his attack in front of the sword-slim man wearing a black mask.

What's even more weird is that he can clearly feel that the shock wave sent by the other party contains a trace of his own divine energy.

"The mirror not only absorbed my attack, but also reflected it back?!" Jiuyou was slightly surprised, and even a little envious of Lin Huang's black mirror magic power.

He could clearly sense that the attack strength of Lin Huang's attack was not lower than that of his just now. This strength is already enough to cause him harm.

Seeing the red and black shock wave instantly penetrate the sword light rain curtain and hit him, Jiuyou handed out the black battle gun again without hesitation.

A little black light condensed on the tip of the spear and expanded rapidly, and the expansion reached the limit in an instant, and then turned into a black shock wave and sprayed out.

In the next instant, two shock waves collided suddenly.

However, at the moment when the two shock waves collided together, Jiuyou's heart trembled suddenly, and a huge sense of threat suddenly came from all directions.

Immediately, his spiritual thoughts swung towards the surroundings, and he saw more than ten figures hanging in the void to surround him. Those figures were all wearing black robes and black masks, exactly the same as Dao Xiu who just reflected his attack.

What's even more weird is that black mirrors formed in front of them, and the same red and black shock waves spewed out from the black mirrors.

Every attack brought a deadly sense of crisis to Jiuyou.

But Jiuyou sneered, and glanced at Ximing not far away, "Do you think I'll still be fooled by you?"

"You simulated it really like that, and even confused my perception. But an illusion is an illusion, it can't become real!"

As soon as Jiuyou's voice fell, the dozen or so shock waves had already rushed in front of him.

But he chose to turn a blind eye.

In the next moment, more than ten shock waves completely submerged him.

Almost at the same time, a mournful howl suddenly sounded.

Hearing the screams, Lin Huang raised his eyebrows, and he glanced in the direction of the scene in surprise.

"how did you do that?"

"I can copy virtual images." Xi Ming's explanation is very simple.

But this explanation did not answer Lin Huang's doubts. Lin Huang continued to stare at Xi Ming, waiting patiently for the follow-up explanation.

"Virtual images can be transformed into real images." The voice of Ximing paused for a while, and then continued.

"Is it similar to skill duplication?" Lin Huang immediately thought of a hot-blooded manga he had read on Earth, in which there was an ability called "Sharingan".

"It's not a simple copy of skills." Jian Jiu couldn't help but say a few more words, and then looked at the play.

Xi Ming nodded slightly at him, and then Jian Jiu continued, "The so-called image, more precisely, is something that happened during a certain period of time."

"The ability of Ximing can copy what happened during that period of time just like taking pictures and videos."

"It was just a useless supernatural power that could only be used to record information. But by chance, I discovered that I can transform these virtual images into real ones." Xi Ming then took over the topic and continued to explain.

"How many real images can be transformed at most with this level of attack just now?" Lin Huang asked this not to spy on the magic power of the play, but to better cooperate with the opponent.

Xi Ming hesitated for a moment, but still said, "One is already the limit."

He didn't explain too much. With his current strength, he can only copy images below the strength of half a step of the main god at most. And Lin Huang's counterattack just now is already the ultimate strength of a god, which can be said to be close to the level of a half-step god. Transforming a real image is indeed his limit.

"How many times can this supernatural power be used at most?" Lin Huang continued to ask.

"If you don't transform the real image, theoretically, it can be used countless times." Xi Ming answered very readily this time, "But if you want to transform the real image, I can only transform it three times a day at most for an attack of the intensity just now."

"Understood." Lin Huang did not continue to ask.

He is indeed a little envious of this ability of playing life, but he does not intend to continue asking for more details. After all, everyone's skills and supernatural powers are private. The questions he asked were all things that must be known when fighting a cooperative battle.

If it wasn't for the fact that he had formed a team with Ximing during this period of time, and they were already very familiar with each other, he might not even be ashamed to ask these questions.

Lin Huang raised his head and looked towards the direction that was submerged by countless shock waves.

"This blow won't kill him, so prepare for the follow-up battle."

Naturally, Jiuyou couldn't hear the sound transmission between Lin Huang and the three of them.

Mistakenly thinking that the fatal attack was just an illusion, he paid a sufficient price.

It wasn't until the moment he was actually hit that he realized that one of the dozen or so shock waves was real, but it was too late to dodge right now.

Lin Huang's reflection of this blow was almost equivalent to Jiuyou's own full-strength blow, and his life copied such an attack.

In desperation, Jiuyou had no choice but to resist. This resistance consumed nearly one-fifth of the divine energy in his body.

After a while, the shock wave dissipated completely, and Jiuyou's figure was slowly exposed from the smoke.

The appearance was no longer the arrogance before, but a bit embarrassed, which made Lin Huang and the three secretly refreshed.

After suffering such a big loss, Jiuyou's heart was burning with anger, and his eyes were fixed on the culprit's play.

"It's a good trick!" It was obvious that the teeth were gritted in the tone.

"I'm overwhelmed." Xi Ming accepted the other party's "compliment" with great peace of mind.

Jiuyou snorted coldly, then glanced at Lin Huang silently, with a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

Compared with playing fate, he is actually more afraid of Lin Huang.

Although it was Xi Ming who injured him just now, the attack copied by Xi Ming just now was Lin Huang's method.

The round of fighting just now gave him a glimpse of the level of strength of the three of them to a certain extent. At present, his order of threat to the three is Lin Huang > Xi Ming > Jian Jiu.

To be precise, only Lin Huang and Xi Ming made him feel threatened, and Jian Jiu was almost negligible.

Of course, he didn't completely ignore Jian Jiu.

After all, sword repair is theoretically the practitioner with the strongest attacking ability.

It is possible that the other party is still deliberately hiding his clumsiness, waiting for the right time to surprise himself...