This Cultivator Has A Dirty Heart

Chen Luo frowned. At this time, there was a mark condensed in his left hand, and under his feet was the trap he had just quietly set up!

As long as the fog man comes to attack him, he can instantly control the opponent with a trap.

Although the opponent has a high probability of replicating his array master ability, what Chen Luo wants is not to trap the opponent for a lifetime, a few seconds is enough.

He still has the dagger he "borrowed" from Zhao Man in his hand. This dagger can kill strong men in the Gold Core stage. It should not be a problem against Chen Luo, a monk in the Third Grade of Foundation Building.

At that time, the fog man will not be able to effectively defend himself in the formation, and he will have no choice but to be stabbed to death by his own dagger.

But this fog man could resist the temptation even when his back was exposed, which really surprised Chen Luo.

"It seems that this fog man has not replicated my character."

"If it were me, seeing such a big back, I would be able to go over and stab him a few times."

After saying that, he sighed helplessly.

"That's all, let's have an upright battle!"

Then, the long sword in his hand appeared and started to kill the fog man.

When the fog man saw this, white fog condensed in his hand, and a fog sword immediately appeared, and then he killed Chen Luo.

"when!"

With a loud knocking sound, the tip of the long sword in Chen Luo's hand collided perfectly with the tip of the fog sword in Wu Ren's hand, making a crisp sound.

At that moment, Chen Luo only felt a sense of numbness coming from his arm, but he immediately slashed with a sword, using the force of the sword to bring out the numbness in his hand.

And the fog man seemed to be very familiar with Chen Luo's attack routine. He blocked it easily, then swung his sword and killed Chen Luo.

But when Chen Luo saw this, he blocked it easily without any hesitation.

Then it was Chen Luo who made the move, and Fog Man blocked it. After that, it was Fog Man who made the move, and Chen Luo blocked it.

At this time, the two of them seemed very calm and relaxed when you struck with a sword, I blocked, and then exchanged offense and defense.

Both of them already knew the position of the opponent's sword before they made the move, and before they made the move, the other party also knew the position of their own sword.

"Dang! Dang Dang Dang..."

At this time, Chen Luo and Wu Ren, in the eyes of outsiders, seemed to be not opponents, but two old friends who knew each other's ins and outs, and were discussing with each other.

Yang Qinglin, who was watching on the side, was almost beaten by his own fog man.

Especially after the mindless and indiscriminate attacks just now were still 100% intercepted, Yang Qinglin's mentality had completely collapsed.

His sword power became more frantic and impulsive, but it made it easier for Fog Man to manipulate him.

At this time, he happened to catch a glimpse of the battle between Chen Luo and Fog Man from the corner of his eye.

The calm expression on Chen Luo's face, as well as his seemingly casual and careless swordsmanship, were like a heavy punch, hitting him straight in the chest.

At that moment, after he came out of the heart-asking trial, his Taoist heart, which was not so stable, seemed to be even more shaken.

"why why!"

"Why did I go through the ordeal of life and death from the trial of asking one's mind, feel the harshness of the world, and even die, but he can come out with a relaxed look on his face!"

"Why can't I be my opponent even if I try my best to deal with the Fog Man, but he can deal with it safely at will?"

"Obviously I am the genius! I am the proud one of heaven!"

"He is just a monk from the Third Grade of the Foundation Building! Why is he better than me? Why!"

Yang Qinglin was angry, he was completely angry.

There are reasons for the wavering of Dao's heart, and there is also anger that he is not as good as Chen Luo, but more importantly, it is the unwillingness and anger of a once brilliant genius after suffering such a blow.

"I am going to kill you!"

Yang Qinglin roared angrily, and at this moment, a violent energy burst out from his body.

Even Chen Luo on the side and the Ash Star Gate disciples watching the battle could clearly feel the hostility.

"Are all young people today with such poor psychological quality? Are they going to go crazy after just a few blows?"

While Chen Luo was fighting with his fog man, he leisurely looked at Yang Qinglin's position, and at the same time, he quietly carved a new trap formation under his feet.

"I'm going to kill you! Kill you to get the chance!"

"Can't you imitate me? Then imitate my obsession!"

After saying that, Yang Qinglin held the sword in his hand, and countless spiritual power and violent energy poured into it.

"Click~"

A crack suddenly appeared on the long sword, and the sword began to tremble.

"With this sword, either you die or I die!"

"kill!"

With an angry shout, Yang Qinglin swung his sword towards Wu Ren.

The fog man looked at all this, but was indifferent.

He quietly looked at the sword getting closer and closer to him without any movement, as if he had accepted it all.

Yang Qinglin looked at this scene with a crazy smile on his face.

But at the moment when the long sword was about to hit Mist Man, Mist Man suddenly took action.

He turned sideways and escaped the attack with Yang Qinglin's disbelieving expression.

Then he covered the fog sword in his hand, and a rune he had never seen floated on the fog sword.

But before Yang Qinglin could see the runes on the sword clearly, the sword had already stabbed towards his heart.

He wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

"Pfft~"

The fog sword pierced his chest and broke out of his back.

The moment he saw this scene, Chen Luo's movements in his hands froze, and there was a rare hint of vigilance in his eyes.

"The Fog Man can still kill people?!"

Chen Luo only felt a little scary. If it was true, then he was going to give up.

After all, opportunities are gone here, and they can still be encountered in the future, but there is only one destiny!

Fortunately, Chen Luo breathed a sigh of relief after Wu Ren's behavior.

After Yang Qinglin fell, the fog sword inserted into Yang Qinglin's chest turned into a white mist and dissipated.

The figure of Fog Man began to change.

After a few seconds, Yang Qinglin changed from his original appearance to that of an old man.

Chen Luo recognized at a glance that this old man was the ancestor he had met during the Heart-Questing Trial.

At this time, Yang Qinglin on the ground also slowly opened his eyes. The moment he saw his ancestor, he quickly clasped his hands and knelt down on one knee.

"Sword Peak disciple Yang Qinglin has met the ancestor!"

At this time, Yang Qinglin did not show any signs of serious injuries, his breath was stable, his body had sufficient spiritual energy, and even his originally violent anger had been suppressed.

The ancestor transformed into a mist man had no expression, but his face was still facing Yang Qinglin.

"You have no chance, just leave."

After saying that, the ancestor turned into a white mist again and merged into the White Ash Lake, leaving Yang Qinglin alone.

Yang Qinglin was stunned for a long time, but it could be seen from the expression on his face that he was not willing to accept all this.

He turned to look at Chen Luo, who was still fighting the fog man, his eyes full of unwillingness and anger.

"If it hadn't been for the Heart-Questioning Trial that shook my Taoist heart, I would have definitely seen all this right away!"

What Yang Qinglin said was not a big lie. If his Taoist heart had not been shaken, he should have been able to think of it in an instant.

If Fog Man were a replica of himself, he could easily block all of his attacks.

In the same way, based on his familiarity with himself, he can also easily block Fog Man's attack.

And this is also the reason why this trial is called "Self".

It's a pity that at that time, his Taoist heart was already in chaos, his mind was in chaos, and he could tell that there was something wrong with him.