A dense crowd of figures rushed over, and even Li Zhao looked a little numb. Why are there so many people?

But at the first moment of the fight, Li Zhao reacted.

There are so many people who are cloning skills, but there are probably not many real people.

And now they want to consume their strength.

Thinking of this, Li Zhao's face became a little unfavorable.

These bastards are pretty in mind!

"Bang!" Xuanyuan Sword suddenly slashed over, and in an instant, the figures disappeared without a trace, turning into dust and floating in the air.

Li Zhao frowned and kept slashing in the air with his sword.

In the distance, He Mao Chunchuan also walked out of the hall again. It was obvious that the He Mao Chunchuan who had just come out was summoned by him with a sculpture.

"Looking for death!" Looking at Li Zhao's rushing around in the air, He Mao Chunchuan also sneered, pinched his hands quickly, and then countless sculptures rushed out from outside.

Looking at the movement behind him, Li Zhao took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his hand suddenly surged.

When the Five Elements Armor Imperial Technique was used, a five-color armor appeared on him. At the same time, Li Zhao's strength suddenly increased a little.

"Boom!" Looking at the figure swarming in front of him, Li Zhao shouted angrily, then drew his sword, and his spiritual power kept jumping on the Xuanyuan Sword, swallowing and spitting, and the sword light suddenly slashed down.

Immediately afterwards, under the huge spiritual power, a large area in front of Li Zhao was cleared out.

Obviously, most of those people were controlled by clone technique, and a small number of them were real people. However, even so, they were not Li Zhao's opponents at all and were killed in one go.

Behind him, countless strange sculptures rushed over. Li Zhao looked back and Xuanyuan Sword took action again.

"Bang!" The first sculpture was suddenly exploded by Li Zhao, but then, the second, third, more sculptures appeared beside Li Zhao, constantly rushing, consuming Li Zhao's power.

Li Zhao rushed left and right among the crowd, constantly waving his long sword. The sword light swept around. After killing a piece, countless figures were filled in, and they couldn't tell whether they were real or fake.

At this stage of the battle, simple fighting was no longer effective, so Li Zhao shouted coldly, and the spiritual power in his body boiled again.

Eight Desolate Sword Art!

As Li Zhao's figure changed rapidly, eight Li Zhao's figures appeared in the air.

Seeing this scene, He Mao Chunchuan was also stunned for a moment.

But immediately afterwards, Li Zhao's long sword suddenly waved.

"Boom!" Among the eight figures, all the figures that were shrouded in full burst open all of a sudden.

The clone technique was formed into dust, while the living person directly exploded countless blood and limbs, which looked extremely terrifying.

He Mao Chunchuan's pupils shrank, and a strong look of horror appeared in his eyes.

This person is really terrifying.

"Kill!" The people around were still rushing forward, but the large area suddenly appeared in the middle was deterred and they felt fear for the first time.

Is this person so scary to fight so many times?

And Li Zhao was also having a headache at this moment.

Although he was not injured in the long battle, his spiritual power was consumed hugely. At the same time, the people behind him rushed over continuously, making him unable to tell who is true or who is false at all, and he could only kill hard.

It seems that these people really plan to consume themselves.

Thinking of this, Li Zhao also let out a sigh of relief.

It seems that it is going to be a trick!

As this idea appeared, Li Zhao suddenly raised his head.

"Bang!" In the air, the huge coffin was untied by Li Zhao and fell down hard.

"boom!"

The man at the bottom raised his head and saw the oncoming coffin. Before he could resist, the man was instantly crushed by the coffin.

Under the coffin, blood splattered everywhere, and an invisible aura spread around the coffin as the center.

He Mao Chunchuan raised his head in surprise.

In the distance, Li Zhao slowly fell down and stood on the coffin. Xuanyuan Sword was put away at some point, and there was an extra sickle in his hand.

"Since I'll give me the tactics of the sea of ​​people, then I'll die!" Li Zhao said indifferently.

At the same time, a blue smoke gradually drifted from the sickle, slowly rippling around.

The first person who came into contact with the smoke had no feelings yet, just looked around suspiciously.

But the second person who came into contact with the smoke instantly widened his eyes, threw away the weapons in his hand, grabbed his neck desperately, and finally bleeding from his seven orifices, falling softly to the ground, without any sound.

Almost at the same time as he died, several figures exploded and turned into dust not far away.

The dead are real people, and the explosion is the clone formed by his spell.

The Death Scythe has the greatest attack performance, which is that it can attack human souls.

Those clones naturally have no soul, but real people are different. Once they come into contact with the blue smoke, they will die instantly. The clones formed by their own clone technique will naturally lose the support of their energy and can only explode.

After understanding this situation, He Mao Chunchuan's face changed drastically and he suddenly raised his head.

But it was too late. At this moment, many people were already trapped in the smoke, and then the clones exploded one by one.

In just a few seconds, the entire courtyard was completely covered by the smoke.

"Baga!" He Mao Chunchuan shouted angrily.

Until now, he finally understood how difficult the person in front of him was.

It seems that the final summoning is about to be carried out.

He Mao Chunchuan shouted angrily, jumped up quickly, passed Li Zhao, and then appeared on the roof of the hall opposite.

Li Zhao slowly opened his eyes, and there was a sense of contempt in his eyes when he looked at He Mao Chunchuan.

But immediately afterwards, He Mao Chunchuan raised his hand quickly, and a mysterious force appeared in his hand.

The power was destructive, but it only revealed a little bit, which made people feel palpitations.

Li Zhao knew that he was careless, so he quickly controlled the fog to the place where Hemao Chunchuan was.

But there was a sneer on the corner of He Mao Chunchuan's mouth, and he sang loudly, "Great God and Buddha, open your merciful eyes and look at this battlefield. Your believers need your mercy!"

He Mao Chunchuan kept singing strange spells. Li Zhao frowned and looked at him in surprise, but the speed in his hands did not slow down.

Perhaps because he felt something was wrong, Li Zhao raised his right hand again, and the golden Xuanyuan Sword suddenly appeared.

Li Zhao hooked his fingers and his long sword shot quickly at He Mao Chunchuan, with a clever angle, and he wanted to take his life directly.

And just when the Xuanyuan Sword was about to touch He Mao Chunchuan's neck.

The earth shook for a moment, and then a terrifying force emerged from the feet of He Mao Chunchuan.
Chapter completed!