I, Scorpio Lone Star, like to make friends

Chapter 149 What did Ye Wumian do, have anything to do with me, Dou Changsheng

One figure after another, densely packed the sky and the earth.

One change of one hundred, one hundred of one thousand, seems to be endless, wherever the black mist spreads, there are always Zhuge Yao holding the Mo Yang Sword.

Unseen, invisible.

Under the blessing of the Mo Yang Sword, the power of the Mo Yang Phantom Magic Art is vividly demonstrated.

The endless cold air continuously wiped out one figure after another.

Immediately, figures appeared again and again in flashes.

such an enemy.

It's really slippery.

Dou Changsheng swung the Ice Soul Knife in his hand, but every knife was in vain. It seemed that the damage was not small, and phantoms were shattered, but Changsheng could clearly perceive that every time the shattered phantoms appeared again, they would be more true.

They are constantly moving from illusion to reality. They have a premonition in the dark, and they can clearly feel the threat. When these phantoms become real, then it is the moment when Mo Yang's phantom magic power is strongest.

This unique skill is really weird and unpredictable.

Wherever Dou Changsheng looked, he looked at phantoms. Every figure was fake, but as long as Zhuge Yao thought about it, all of them could become real.

Appeared from all corners, sending out a sharp blow.

But now these phantoms are no longer as stiff as they were at the beginning, but now they are full of spirituality, able to dodge or wave the long sword in their hands.

This kind of change seems simple, but it is actually shocking. If all these phantoms can move freely and start to attack, it will completely overwhelm Dou Changsheng.

Dou Changsheng's chest began to dry up, he took a deep breath, and then let it out heavily.

The exit turned into a gust of wind, the mana of Xuanyou Huangquan penetrated into it, and began to spin crazily.

The snow on the ground also began to be involved, and in a blink of an eye a gust of wind rolled the ice and snow, raging and blowing across the world.

The dense black mist was swept up by the gust of wind, turning the sky upside down.

Those phantoms are completely motionless. Such a trick has never had any effect. If it wants to really work, it must be like Ye Wumian, cultivate the three-flavored kamikaze, blowing the sky and the earth into darkness, and the sun and the moon without light. Blow away this black mist completely.

The black mist filled the sky, and the fog was towering. On the phantoms, the pupils were not dim and dull, but rather dull, as if they were three points agile.

They are more real.

A Mo Yang sword came lightly, this sword was beautiful and brilliant, like a peacock spreading its tail.

This is a phantom sword, Dou Changsheng took a step, using his unique skills to ride the wind and control his energy, so that Dou Changsheng was above the sky, with a flexible and graceful posture.

But when he took a step, Dou Changsheng stopped his pace, stared at this beautiful and dazzling sword with piercing eyes, and remained motionless forcibly, allowing the Mo Yang sword to come across the sky, and finally hit his throat.

Mo Yangjian and even the phantom finally overlapped perfectly with Dou Changsheng, and Dou Changsheng watched the phantom disappear without a trace.

The person has not been harmed in any way, and the phantom is completely illusory existence as if he was attacking himself.

No, as long as you believe it, it is false.

The Mo Yang sword is a kind of illusion, which is either a low-end illusion or a fake.

If this phantom is believed in the heart, then it is real.

Whether it can injure the enemy depends on the enemy's mind, whether or not he wholeheartedly believes that the sword cannot injure himself.

This may seem simple, but it is actually extremely difficult.

Knowing that the sword is fake, but subconsciously, is it true?
As long as there is any shake in the heart, this sword is true.

It is easy to deceive yourself, but it is difficult to deceive your heart. It is not enough for you to shout a few words, you have to have infinite confidence in yourself.

Dou Changsheng's smile was even brighter. The magic power of Mo Yang's phantom is worthy of the first-grade mastery. After being blessed by the Mo Yang sword, its power is powerful and terrifying.

After all, Zhuge Yao hides in a phantom. When you think it is fake, the next time it will come, it may be real.

Even the iron-like will will be shaken, so that every sword will be true.

Even myself was deceived for a long time, and only then did I see through the truth and falsehood.

Yes.

Dou Changsheng is so rampant.

Lao Tzu is number one in the world.

An ordinary grandmaster would not be able to last long under such an attack.

But whoever let Zhuge Yao have bad luck.

bumped into myself.

Dou Changsheng sneered, holding the palm of the Ice Soul Knife, it began to crack instantly, the pale golden blood flowed towards the Ice Soul Knife like flowing water, and a silver light appeared indistinctly inside.

The constant stream of blood was constantly being swallowed by the Ice Soul Knife, and the bright moon above the Ice Soul Knife was already a bright moon hanging high, blooming with silvery brilliance.

The fully revived Ice Soul Knife has reached the stage of sublimation now.

Any divine weapon can be sublimated, but except for the first master of the divine weapon, the divine weapon can no longer be sublimated for life.

Because a magic weapon is the way of a generation of strong people, it is transformed by their lifelong martial arts cultivation, and it contains their martial arts will. Even if the younger generations are matched again, there are no two flowers that are exactly the same in the world, at most they are similar .

The Ice Soul Sword cannot be sublimated, and the Mo Yang Sword cannot be sublimated. This is known to the world, because these two demigod weapons were forged by predecessors.

But now, poured by the blood of the God of War, the Ice Soul Knife has broken through the boundaries and has begun to sublimate.

This is not due to the strong blood of the God of War, but the original contract of the divine weapon. The contract of the divine weapon forced the Ice Soul Saber to recognize the master. This recognition is a perfect recognition of the master. It is not as good as Dou Changsheng.

Sublimation, this is the pinnacle of a divine weapon.

It represents a divine weapon that has exhausted everything and fully exerted its ultimate power.

The power of the Ice Soul Knife increased again, and Dou Changsheng watched the world change in a radius of tens of feet in front of him, and the black mist loomed, seeming to be real or unreal.

Reality is difficult to distinguish, and falsehood is indistinguishable.

Dou Changsheng didn't bother to distinguish between the real and the fake, the real and the fake, and if he used violence to break everything, he would naturally be able to break the situation.

The Ice Soul Knife is sublimated, and the Longshuang Cold Soul Knife cuts out with one blow.

This has completed the savings, which is the eighth knife.

When he was arrested by Li Shen in Doujiazhuang, he died tragically by this knife.

But the same knife, now the power is divided into cloud and mud.

In the past, the realm of body refining was not high, and he had just started to get started. Now he has reached the sixth-rank battle physique realm, coupled with the sixth-rank dharma pulse realm of qi training, and the dual cultivation of both qi and body, his combat power has soared. Blessing has crossed the big realm.

The Ice Soul Knife has been sublimated, and various factors have been added together. The foundation has been multiplied many times, and it is the eighth knife.

No.

No need for an eighth knife.

The power of the fifth knife is quite enough.

Now the eighth knife, among the masters, few people can resist.

The fighting spirit is constantly rising, showing a vigorous state.

The arm muscles began to expand continuously, and endless power emerged.

Combat strength is also rising layer by layer.

The Tianxin Ice Flame derived from a knife is no longer like a blossoming lotus flower, like the Yangtze River, rushing out like a raging wave, the endless surge of cold air turned into ice, and fell madly tilted, mighty The shocking impact swept across the universe.

Tianxin Bingyan turned into a mad dragon, tore open the black mist, and began to freeze, everything, time, space, seemed to have been frozen.

With one blow, most of the black mist dissipated.

Seeing that most of the buildings in a county town collapsed, with ruins and ruins, the county town was turned into ruins and buried under ice and snow, Dou Changsheng laughed out loud.

The arrogant one strikes again.

Who cares which is true?Which is false?
Don't make a distinction at all, a county is a battlefield, and it's all under Dou Changsheng's blade.

boom.

An earth-shattering explosion.

Under the aftermath of the terrifying cold current, the tall and heavy city walls collapsed suddenly, the earth shook, and terrifying ripples appeared in the sky, like ripples on the surface of a lake, spreading circle after circle.

With the increase in strength, the power of the eighth knife also increases, but the burden is naturally stronger.

Every time he swung the knife, it backfired on Dou Changsheng himself, increasing his injuries, but Dou Changsheng didn't seem to notice it.

Knife after knife swing.

After five consecutive stabs.

There is no building more than one meter high in the sky and the earth.

All buildings have collapsed, and the county town is completely buried by ice and snow.

What a joy.

To Dou Changsheng, this kind of pain was extremely sweet, filled with a magical power, which made Dou Changsheng intoxicated by it.

"Brother Dou is fine."

"Quickly accept the supernatural powers."

There was a shout, and Ye Wumian came out from nowhere, and shouted loudly: "Continue, everyone will die, how can we fight with the Dragon Clan."

"No matter how many miscellaneous fish there are, what's the use?"

Dou Changsheng was condescending, looked at Ye Wumian, but gave a cold snort.

Ninth knife.

Relentless, without any stay, cut out with a single knife.

Kacha, the bones were shattered, the internal organs were damaged, this knife hurt both sides, and Dou Changsheng himself was also severely injured. This ninth knife is the strongest knife. Under the sublimation of the ice soul knife, its power has been enhanced to the point of extreme terror.

Once the knife came out, it never fell.

The ground trembled loudly, the ice and snow began to collapse continuously, the ground sank, huge potholes had appeared, and the county town had fallen into the ground.

"What a crazy guy."

Ye Wumian was the first to bear the brunt, completely crushed and turned into a pool of ashes.

This knife completely wiped out a city.

This is the upper third grade, the combat power of a grandmaster.

Looking at the figure in front, the flesh and blood of the arms and thighs have dissipated, exposing the white bones, and the ice is spreading in many places, and the power of the Mo Yang sword continues to emerge, and it begins to resist the Tianxin ice flame.

As if being irritated, the light began to burn.

Dispelling the Tianxin ice flame, the two forces collided continuously, and finally the flesh and blood collapsed, the internal organs were constantly failing, and finally the vitality dissipated, Mo Yangjian struggled hard, but he was unwilling to watch the Tianxin ice flame approaching inch by inch, and his spirituality finally fell silent unwillingly. Mo Yang Sword was frozen.

He stretched out his hand, and the Mo Yang sword fell into his hand.

Looking at Mo Yangjian, Dou Changsheng shook his head.

In order to fight, fight for one breath, and even ignore the master.

The thing that betrayed the master is unknown.

Dou Changsheng sighed.

Not having fun.

The Frozen Throne rose, and Da Ma Jin Dao sat down.

Looking into the distance, Jiang Kunsheng outside the city showed unwillingness, but he didn't dare to attack Dou Changsheng head-on, and turned around resolutely and retreated.

The silver brilliance in the eyes completely dimmed and disappeared, and finally disappeared.

Black pupils emerged, and Dou Changsheng was taken aback.

I am.

What did you do.

Don't panic.

I don't panic.

I have a way out.

No way, no way, you don’t really think I’m Dou Changsheng, do you?

Dou Changsheng stretched out his hand and pulled towards his face, and instantly a layer of skin fell off.

Unfamiliar faces appeared.

Zhan Yan smiled, and said in a low voice: "It's so difficult to pretend to be Dou Changsheng."

"But the matter of framing Dou Changsheng is complete."

"No one would have thought of this wave. I, Ye Wumian, did it."

"Hahaha!!!!!!!"

　It was updated normally today, and I planned to update it three times in a row. I received a notice to raise seedlings. Yes, the author plans to go to the county tonight, go back to take a bath, have a good rest for the night, and go to raise seedlings tomorrow morning. If you go back early, you can get three shifts. If there are too many people at noon, it will be updated normally when you go back to the countryside late.

　　I originally planned to hold out for a few days, but I didn't give it a chance. The headquarters sent a message to pick me up.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)