Chapter 5390: Divided into three

"This Thousand Killing Battle is complete. It is said that the complete Thousand Killing Battle has extremely strict restrictions on both warring parties, and no one can interfere in it.

Although the original shape of the Thousand Kills War Drum is somewhat broken, the restrictions have been loosened a bit, allowing clowns like you to take advantage of some loopholes.

The scale has been loosened, and I guess two or three of you will be allowed to attack me at the same time, otherwise you will be devoured by the killing spirits in the Thousand Killing Battle Arena.

With the six of you, even a round-robin battle can only end in two rounds. You think you can defeat me in these two rounds, so you are quite confident. "

The Lotus clone looked at the opponent leisurely and was not afraid of the opponent attacking him in anger. If the rules of the Thousand Killings Battle were reduced to this level, he could easily leave here. The opponent's encirclement trend cannot be achieved.

As for the wheel battle, one way is to take turns with the opponent, but as long as you defeat the opponent in every round, the wheel battle will naturally not be able to take turns.

The scheming and scheming of these ghosts in the spirit body realm are not inferior to him. Since they spent so much scheming to lead him into a thousand-kill battle, they must have prepared the means to kill him. The Lotus clone didn't take it too lightly.

Before he finished speaking, a burst of weird laughter sounded.

Several beaks, black feathers all over the body, and ghosts roughly maintaining the shape of human beings flashed over. "Such an arrogant Taixiao Sword Master, I hope you can keep being tough in the future."

"People are dying, so it's not a big deal to say harsh words." Compared with these five black-feathered ghosts, the other guys hiding in the gray-white mist are much more cautious, even if the ghost tribe occupies the Absolute advantage and no intention of showing up.

"There are quite a few people here. It seems that even you think you can't defeat me with one or two rounds of wheel fighting. That's why so many clowns have come."

The Lotus clone reached out and made a move, and a three-foot long sword appeared in his hand, "Stop talking nonsense, which one of you will come up first to die."

"Arrogant, kill me so many powerful people in the ghost world. Today I will let you know what the cycle of cause and effect is, and retribution is not good." Scholar Mingyang closed his folding fan, turned the fan into a sword, and slashed at the lotus clone.

This sword slashed out, like the setting sun on the River Styx, and the sun set over the western mountains in the gloom, giving people a sense of twilight, as if everything in the world would eventually become as old as the fading sun.

This sword cuts both the inner body and the mind.

Scholar Mingyang, as one of the initiators of the killing of the Lotus clone, wanted to obtain the greatest benefits. In addition to offering suggestions, he also had to show outstanding performance in combat power.

Otherwise, just by playing some conspiracies and tricks, you won't be able to scare other powerful people in the ghost world who also want to gain benefits.

Scholar Mingyang's first move was not a reckless move. Before that, he had collected a large amount of information about Lotus clones and left himself with sufficient means. Even if it failed to work for a while, it would not lead to serious consequences. .

As Scholar Mingyang took action, the three-legged red-eyed monster's eyes glowed with red light, and a ghostly illusion enveloped his eyes.

The Sangyue Ghost Master who brought this drum was not to be outdone. His body flashed and turned into a cold and strange ghost moon in the void. A beam of light broke into the illusion within Ghost Moon and headed straight for the head of the lotus clone.

As Scholar Mingyang made three moves, a wave of ghost mist surged through the Thousand Kills Battle, forcibly isolating the other ghost masters.

This is the tyranny of Thousand Kills Battle. No distinction is made between friend and foe, aiming to establish a relatively fair place for fighting.

However, now that the Xuantian-level ghost weapon has been damaged, the rules within it have become somewhat looser, giving the ghosts such as Scholar Mingyang a loophole to take advantage of.

If not, with the reputation the Lotus clone has earned over the years, powerful men from the ghost world such as Scholar Mingyang would not dare to provoke him easily. Even if they want to attack Jianmen Pass, they will attack in groups. He will not give the Lotus clone a chance to exert all its combat power.

Now that they have entered the Thousand Kills Battle, they do not expect to defeat their opponents in the first wave. There are so many strong people who are deliberately planning to grind the lotus clones to death here even if they are milled.

The scholar Mingyang, the ghost master Mang Yue, and the three-legged red-eyed monster had already discussed it. Now they took action and cooperated just right, directly sealing off any possibility of the lotus clone's evasion.

"This combined attack is good. It seems that you have practiced it many times." Facing the three attacks that came at the same time, the Lotus clone did not try to block it with all its strength, but simply swung a sword.

Under the sword light, the confusing ghost illusion was like a cut in the gauze.

Whoosh, the attacks of Scholar Mingyang and Ghost Master Sangyue came at the same time, but the Lotus clone swayed through the opening, making the attacks of the two powerful enemies miss.

"Damn it!" The three-legged red-eyed monster became furious. The illusion he had arranged with all his strength was actually cut open by the lotus clone's sword, which somewhat disgraced him.

But before he could be angry for long, almost as soon as this idea came to his mind, a terrible crisis enveloped him.

The Lotus clone that had just escaped from the combined attack struck out a sword with a wave of its hands without any pause. There was nothing powerful about it, but it broke into the illusion again.

The three-legged red-eyed monster was suddenly shrouded in a huge fear, and his soul seemed to be suppressed by the heavens. The heavy pressure made him unable to breathe.

"Don't be scared, red eyes!" Scholar Mingyang and Ghost Master Sangyue were startled at the same time.

The Lotus clone didn't perform much astonishingly, nor did it use any powerful magical powers. It only took the effort of raising a hand to easily defeat three combined attacks.

This kind of heavy-handed approach made Scholar Mingyang even more afraid. This guy is actually a bit more powerful than rumored.

The Mingyang Scholar and Sangyue Guitai, who had reacted, did not try to attack the Lotus Clone this time, but joined forces to block the domineering sword light for it.

Although they resolved the crisis one after another, the three ghost masters were completely mobilized by the Lotus Clone.

"Heaven's Wrath and Soul-Breaking!" The Lotus Clone had already stepped above the heads of the three ghosts without realizing it, and slashed down with a sword in the void. In an instant, a dark abyss fell from the top of the head, completely covering the three ghosts.

The ghost moon transformed by the Sangyue Ghost Lord was completely submerged in the darkness, and the ghost illusion of the three-legged red-eyed monster seemed to be included in a larger sword domain.

The Mingyang Scholar was horrified. He had already looked up to the Lotus Clone, but he didn't expect that the opponent's magical power was much more powerful than expected.

After the opponent's sword realm was slashed with this sword, he could no longer sense the presence of the breath of the Sangyue Ghost Lord and the three-legged red-eyed monster. In other words, they have been completely separated.

Before the three joined forces, Mingyang Scholar still had the confidence to fight against the Lotus Clone. Even if he could not kill the opponent, as long as he could consume some of the opponent's strength, he would succeed.

At the very least, he had to test out some of its means. It was just that the plan was very thorough, but the strength of the opponent was not estimated.

"Your combined strength is not weak, but this temporary joint attack method has too many flaws." The Lotus Clone walked out of the inky night sky and slowly approached Mingyang Scholar.

"What kind of magical power is this that doesn't look like a sword method?" Mingyang Scholar shouted angrily, but found that his consciousness and voice had been sealed in this night sky, and he could not hear the movements of the Sangyue Ghost Lord and the Three-legged Red-eyed Monster.

"Don't waste your energy. This magical power is derived from the Soul-Breaking Sword Domain in the Holy Soul Sword Monument. Although I am not proficient in using this method, you three cannot break it within an incense stick of time." While the Lotus Clone was speaking, he raised his hand and swung a sword, "Heaven's Wrath Soul-Severing."

This sword slashed down, it didn't seem to be a straight line, it seemed to be crooked, but it passed through the gap of the laws around the Mingyang Scholar and instantly reached his side.

"Whatever the hell is your Soul-Breaking Sword Domain, when the attack is strong enough, even the toughest cage can be cut with one sword. The sword enters the Mingyang and illuminates the world!"

The Mingyang Scholar shouted, and a dim yellow fireball rose behind him, like a dark sun in the underworld. The yellow light with rusty light spread around, as if trying to pierce the sword domain cage in front of him in this way.

The Mingyang Scholar waved the folding fan in his hand forward, and countless sword lights poured down, instantly drowning the opponent's sword light.

It seems that the Lotus Clone's sword light has been completely wrapped in it. Mingyang Scholar breathed a sigh of relief. This guy's methods so far seemed unfathomable, but they were mysterious enough, and his power did not seem as strong as it seemed.

Perhaps the Lotus Clone temporarily isolated and trapped the three of them. It was not as easy as it seemed. The other party was somewhat exhausted.

But Mingyang Scholar had not been happy for long, a silver thread nimbly passed through the heavy sword light like the setting sun, and pointed directly at Mingyang Scholar's eyebrows.

Once this silver thread broke through the heavy obstacles, its speed was amazing. Mingyang Scholar raised his eyebrows and slashed several more swords in succession. Unexpectedly, the silver thread was like a nimble fish, facing the rapids, but always avoiding the rapids and sticking to the edge to find a gap.

Mingyang Scholar could clearly see and sense this sword thread, but he could not stop it, and could not even slow down the speed of the silver thread.

The successive sword strikes failed to work. The silver sword thread was close in an instant. The Mingyang scholar was shocked and took a step back. His figure flashed and disappeared into the dusky sun.

The dusky sun, which looked like rust, intertwined with the silver thread, making a sound of incompatibility.

The Mingyang scholar, who had temporarily escaped from danger, was already sweating coldly on his back. Although he had temporarily escaped from the disaster, he still felt a tingling pain in the center of his eyebrows.

The opponent's sword intent was so condensed.

At this time, the Mingyang scholar did not have a very intuitive feeling about the strength of the lotus clone's cultivation. Instead, he felt that he could not see through the opponent. Even though he had already fought with the opponent, he still felt like he was looking at flowers in the fog.

The Mingyang scholar waved his hands, and the dusky sun shone brightly. He wanted to burn through the darkness in front of him with the flames of the dusky sun.

He did not ask to cause any harm to the Lotus clone, as long as he could break through the shackles in front of him, join the Ghost Lord of the Sorrowful Moon and the Three-legged Red-eyed Monster, and open up the connection between the three parties, he would be successful.

This Dusk was refined by him with a lot of effort, and it was the essence of his cultivation. As long as he hid in the Dusk and did not advance rashly, he was confident that the Lotus clone would not be able to do anything to him for a while.

The Lotus clone walked in the void, looking up and down at the Dusk that was getting bigger and bigger, and then stretched out his hand and waved it, condensing the sword light to the extreme and slashing it down.

This sword light condensed to a point, without any tricks, and pierced the Dusk.

Puff, the outermost dim light failed to block the sword light, and it penetrated a section. However, the sword light also weakened.

Mingyang Scholar snorted coldly. The opponent's sword light looked extremely sharp, but under the layers of penetration, the sharpness would inevitably disappear into nothingness, and soon it would completely lose the threat to him.

If the opponent only has this kind of tactics, as long as the Ghost Lord of the Sangyue and the three-legged red-eyed monster are more conservative and hold out for a long time, they will definitely be able to reunite.

Just as this thought came to Mingyang Scholar's mind, a figure suddenly walked out of the darkness of the void. It was undoubtedly the Lotus Clone.

The other party was holding a head in his hand. It was the three-legged red-eyed monster.

Mingyang Scholar was horrified. The attack power of the three-legged red-eyed monster may not be particularly outstanding, but its ability to protect itself with its ghostly magic is extremely strong. In the past, there were many records of escaping from stronger enemies.

He could still hold on, but the three-legged red-eyed monster had already fallen first. What made Mingyang Scholar even more nervous was that after the two figures of the other party merged, the breath seemed to become more distant and ethereal.

The lotus clone raised his hand and threw it, and the flying sword in his hand flew like a white rainbow, converging with the previous sword light that had not been completely offset.

The sword light, which was gradually fading in power, suddenly became sharper after being supplemented. Mingyang Scholar felt that this round of strong defense of the dark sun seemed no longer as strong as before.

Instead, it was a bit like a huge balloon, and the opponent's flying sword was like a sharp needle, giving him a more obvious sense of sharpness.

Puff! The balloon seemed to be unable to hold on, and the sword edge penetrated a little. The Mingyang scholar's heart jumped, but he had time to respond. The sword light that had broken through flashed and completely penetrated into the dark sun.

The Mingyang scholar was horrified and hurriedly tried to withdraw to avoid it, but before he could make any further moves, the flying sword had already penetrated his body. A sharp pain came, and the sword intent raged in his body. The soul of the Mingyang scholar was instantly greatly suppressed.

Puff puff puff, under the swallowing and cutting of the sword light, the Mingyang scholar's body was torn into pieces, and the dark sun was also cut apart like its body, scattering countless large and small fireballs, like fireworks in the dark night sky, burning and quickly dying.

The lotus clone raised his hand, broke through the flying sword of the dark sun and returned to his hand, and waved a sword across the night sky.

In an instant, the night was split in two by a sword like a curtain. Where the sword passed, light descended, and with the light came the cold and evil crescent moon.

The Ghost Lord of the Sangyue was standing under the crescent moon at this time, playing a bone flute, and the moving ghost sound was like a thread, interweaving with the sword energy around. For a while, the two were deadlocked.

As the night was split in two by a sword, the screams of the Mingyang Scholar and the exploding dusk naturally fell into the eyes of the Ghost Lord of the Sangyue.

The Ghost Lord of the Sangyue looked terrified. She had sensed the fall of the three-legged red-eyed monster before. It had only been a short time, and the Mingyang Scholar had only a wisp of his soul left and fled far away. She was the only one left among the three who was struggling to hold on.