The man in the mirror suddenly jumped out of the mirror, with the same size, attire... and even a small wound left by the Demon Slaying Formation on his neck!

To make matters worse, he also carried an identical frost blade in his hand!

The mirror shattered to a pulp behind the person in the mirror, but his movements were not restricted at all.

Which of the Nine Saints is this? What kind of strange practice?

The next moment, two identical swords clashed in the air, making a sour sound of "choking", and even the sword moves seemed to be taught by a master!

However, with this hand, Cheng Qian's heart became more stable - he knew the depth of the person in front of him, not to mention he was inferior to him, and the sword move was only learned a little, and the sword intent was completely different. It means that the strange mirror is really the devil's trick, and the person in front of him just approved a layer of his own skin.

After the man in the mirror was knocked away by a sword, he stumbled before landing, squinting at Cheng Qian himself coldly, and seeing Cheng Qian very confused because of the dark air between his slender eyebrows. He was planning to make a quick decision and bring this matter to a complete conclusion, when suddenly, the surroundings lit up.

There were several rows of shelves covered with black cloths neatly lined up all around, and then all the black cloths fell in unison, and it turned out to be a dozen full-length mirrors. The mirrors are facing each other. There are countless reflections of Cheng Qian!

Cheng Qian was numb when his scalp was numb, and he heard a "gudu" sound, as if something came out of the water. Then, a group of people in the mirror who were exactly like him walked out of the mirror with swords in the mirror. There was a steady stream of them, and in an instant a sea of ​​people was woven beside him.

Cheng Qian: "..."

This kind of magic cultivator should let his senior brother deal with it, and maybe it can also cure his stinky problem of looking at himself in the mirror when he has nothing to do!

Chapter 89

Dozens of swords were pressed down from all directions, all of them were the same sword moves as he just now, and the coffin-like space was instantly frozen by frost, and the coolness of the people overflowed.

Cheng Qian secretly said that he was troubled, and the frost blade was short in his hand.

The sea cháo sword - turning the tide.

The fake frost and snow that was swept up in the sky by the sword intent seemed to hold up an invisible hood in mid-air, holding up the downward pressure of these dozens of swords in an invulnerable way. The people in the mirror scattered and retreated together.

Cheng Qian didn't give them a chance to besiege him again. His figure was like electricity, the frost blade in his hand was spinning endlessly, and the "weiwei" hook of the nine changes turned back.

The people in the mirror are too dense to get close to him for a while, and they have to drag each other back.

Cheng Qian jumped up abruptly, stretched out his hand over the frost blade, as if he had a sword in his hand, waved his hand, "ping pong" a dozen mirrors shattered at the same time, each spit out a handful of black smoke, and quickly gathered in the air. .

Cheng Qian was about to clean up the shadow, but when he saw that the mirror was broken, many of the homeless people in the mirror went crazy and rushed to him again, one of them was cut in half by the frost blade, and it was still there. Tangled.

This happened to block Cheng Qian's path, and looking at it again, the black qi had disappeared.

Because of the people in the mirror's unrelenting reluctance, the scene began to become very bloody, and in just a few short breaths, Cheng Qian had already seen "self without head", "self without arms", "self without half-pulled body", "opening the body" My self with a broken belly"...wait for the face of death without a whole corpse.

Fortunately, he is a heartless and heartless Ju Lingyu. If it were someone with a fragile heart, he might have been scared to cry.

Just when he was stumbled by many people in the mirror, the black gas that had just disappeared walked down the corner of the wall, and got into a small mirror the size of a palm in the corner. Come smile.

Cheng Qian slaughtered dozens of people in the mirror, and the blood splattered on his face was warm and fishy, ​​like the blood of a living person.

Without changing his face, he nailed the last person in the mirror to the ground with a sword. The cold air of the frost blade formed a thin layer of white frost on the person in the mirror. There seemed to be a slightly creepy smile in the ruthless brows and eyes, so that Cheng Qian was about to get jerky.

At this moment, a cluster of black gas suddenly spewed out of the small mirror that he ignored, and Cheng Qian was shrouded in it like a fishing net. The black gas seemed to seep into the bones of a person. , and locked every joint of him firmly.

Cheng Qian maintained the posture of pinning the person in the mirror to the ground, unable to move.

A vague black shadow flashed out from behind him, only to hear the voice of a sullen man say: "Oh? You are an expert of the Fuyao faction. I recognize this 'not good death sword'."

While speaking, a pale hand stretched out in front of Cheng Qian, passing the Frost Blade in a vain way, as if he was afraid of something, and then drew back his hand with cold air.

He chuckled in a low voice: "Sure enough, Brother Cheng, I heard that you were alone in Zhaoyang City, killing the Huanxi Sect Master. The Huanxi Sect, big and small, heard it, but they all clamored for revenge on you. Woolen cloth."

The black energy that penetrated into Cheng Qian's body jumped up and down with the hand of the demon cultivator in front of him, the demon cultivator seemed to feel that the heat was almost over, his greedy eyes swept over Cheng Qian, and smiled: "This body of cultivation is all about Give it to me through the mirror!"

After speaking, he yanked the big net made of black air, as if to rip Cheng Qian's primordial spirit out of his body—

This pull did not pull, the Mo Xiu's face changed: "What!"

I saw a cluster of frost quickly spread out from the end of the black net. Cheng Qian, who was originally unable to move, raised his hand and pulled off the black net wrapped around him. The frozen black net floated on him as if it had no weight. on hand.

Cheng Qian said softly, "You've heard of me making a riot in Zhaoyang City, but you've never heard of it... Am I not flesh and blood?"

The demon cultivator hadn't yet realized what "not flesh and blood" meant. The black net was pulled by Cheng Qian and suddenly turned into a whip. With a flick of his head, the demon cultivator was shocked. , turned into a mass of black air and drifted out, landing a few steps away in an instant.

But the sword intent of the frost blade suddenly lingered like a gangrene attached to the bones. Sen Leng's murderous sword intent did not recede, and it was especially scary among the flesh-and-blood corpses on the ground.

The magic repairer fled in panic, but a sword light "drilled" out from a very strange place, and opened a big crack in his front on the spot, almost hurting the vital point, he gasped, and the next moment, the surrounding was surging Tens of thousands of frost-blade swords were raised, trapping him firmly in them.

Mo Xiu suddenly looked back and saw Cheng Qian's calm face like a thousand-year-old ice pool - that was something that mirror images couldn't learn anyway.

It is like those legendary great powers who ascended to the upper realm, with no sorrow or joy.

Seeing that he had nowhere to go, Mo Xiu immediately showed a ruthless expression. He saw his sleeves puff up, black energy surged up, and his whole body turned into a huge black barrel.

After all, Cheng Qian is not responsible for eliminating demons and defending the Tao. After all, there are only a limited number of demon cultivators. He has never seen such a method. By the time he reacts, it will be too late-the demon cultivator has absorbed all the demonic energy into his own flesh and blood. , the body exploded in an instant, and all the sword shadows around it exploded in an instant, and even the wall blocks formed by the feet of the ten square formation were infected by the flesh and blood with black qi, and the sound of "swoosh" sounded.

The frost blade made a light "hum", and Cheng Qian quickly retreated, thinking: "It's over, if this puppet talisman breaks again, the senior brother will have to kill me."

But the next moment, the strange ear shape in his hand suddenly appeared, illuminating the surroundings so brightly that Cheng Qian couldn't open his eyes for a while. When he looked at it again, the demon cultivator's flesh and blood had been completely cleaned up—most of the demon cultivators had the method of taking the house, and the matter of abandoning the fleshly body and primordial spirit to take the house was tried and failed.

It is a pity that this time the demon cultivator finally kicked the iron plate, but his primordial spirit failed to escape. After a scream, he was enveloped in the white light and screamed in horror: "Listen, listen... "

After that, he was silent again, and his soul was scattered.

Cheng Qian stood there inexplicably, seeing that after the "ear" in his hand had completed the blow, it dimmed again, disappearing into his flesh in a blink of an eye, as if it had never existed.

listen to money? Before listening... or what?

He thought it was just an ordinary spirit formation, but he didn't expect this thing to be quite mysterious. Cheng Qian secretly decided that after the matter was over, he would ask Li Yun or Tang Zhen to find out.

He broke off the wrench given by the ochre, and peered out through the mirror inside. He saw that in the two rows of candles, the white candle and the dragon candle representing the magic cultivator each went out. After a while, both sides had already died. one person.

Turns out he was the fastest.

Cheng Qian stared at the extinguished white candle for a moment. He didn't know which one of the great powers who was implicated died. How difficult it is to practice cultivation. Chance and talent, diligence and understanding are indispensable. One soul, just died like this?

He suddenly grieved that the rabbit died and the fox was hurt.

Cheng Qian put the wrench back on his hand and continued to walk forward, thinking, "I don't know what happened to the senior brother."

But after being separated for a while, he had already started to worry, Cheng Qian reacted and laughed wryly and laughed at himself: "Could it be that it's like not seeing each other in one day?"

Suddenly, a thick fog rose up in the ten-square formation, Cheng Qian came back to his senses, and in a blink of an eye, he had been teleported to other places.

He quickly changed his mind and said, "Yes, if a white candle goes out, it means that there is a magic cultivator who killed his opponent just like me. Could it be that he is the next one to face?"

Cheng Qian had just landed, and a demonic energy of bàonüè had already swept towards him. When the frost blade was unsheathed, it almost brought a dragon's roar, and the trick of "seeking up and down" with a needle hidden in the cotton was pushed out thickly by him, and the darkness It seemed to have hit something huge.

At the same time, the divine consciousness released by Cheng Qian collided with another domineering and rigid divine consciousness in the air. Cheng Qian's heart was suddenly shocked, and he recklessly snapped out a slender flame, illuminating a radius of ten feet.