The Human Emperor

The reason it's a creature is because Wang Chong can't determine exactly what the other side is. And Wang Zhong can be sure that this “Xu Qiqin” in front of him is not real. Her big red robe, the emerald golden chai on her head, is just like what it looks like in the illusory world, which is simply impossible.

In other words, even though she had traumatized herself, when she returned to the spiritual world, the other person's spiritual strength still affected her. It's just not that deep.

“Haha, what an incredible ant, the real world abandons you, but illusory dreams make everything happen to you, don't you like that woman? I put you together, aren't you satisfied? ”

“Stop resisting and merge your spiritual strength with mine! Just as rain flows into the ocean, you, me and all the martial arts, we are all united to rebuild a new world. We can create everything you want in a new world. Didn't you already see the truth about that world? Wouldn't it be nice if I could let you defeat the Confucianism, destroy all human empires, crush them into dust, and spend the rest of your life in this dream? ”

At this time, it looked like Xu Qiqin had a three-point resemblance. He opened his mouth again and the voice was filled with a fascinating force.

“Humph, that's your dream, not mine. You control so many warriors and kill so many people. Whatever you are, there is only one way to die! ”

Wang Chong coldly said.

Buzzing, Wang punched the internal air buzzing, without a trace of hesitation, a huge airplane immediately broke out, locking the strange existence opposite.

From the current situation, all but himself, the sectarian fighters in the entire cave are in a dream, and I'm afraid they're the only ones who can deal with him at this time.

And he had just been torn apart by himself, and now he should be devastated, unable to reintegrate himself into the spiritual world, is the best time to kill him.

Indeed, when he saw Wang's impulsive hand, the creature's eyes across the street clearly revealed a slight consternation.

“Humph, really so! ”

Wang Chung sneered, all psychic magicians have a great chance of not being good at melee, such as Messier, although the mental strength is immense, the melee ability is not worth mentioning.

The creature in front of him, though extremely strong in spirit, is beyond anyone Wang Chong knows, but it is clear that he will not be very good in melee.

“Ant, you're thinking too easily! What if you found out about my illusion? You really think I can't help it? Since you don't want to cooperate actively, I will softly devour your spiritual strength and force you to merge with me! ”

The next moment, before Wang Chong launched an attack, that person had first launched an attack on Wang Chong.

Boom!

The light flashed, the halo oscillated, the pounding gas was like steel, and the sound of the array burst into the ear. In Wang Chong's eyes, behind him, a sectarian fighter with closed eyes suddenly opened his eyes, their eyes stalled, seemed to be completely controlled.

Bang

Stepping forward, at least seven or eight martial arts men jumped out and headed in all directions towards Wang Zhenghu. Sneaky, listening to only a few swords long, a handle three feet long sword like a group of sharks, wind breaking waves, rushing towards the king.

“Ah!”

Just as the swords attacked, a sectarian martial artist, around the age of 34 or 40, shouted, sounding like a human being and a beast. His arm burst with blues, between his steep hands, rolling gas turned into a giant iron fist, rushing towards the king. If he is struck by this sturdy fist, Wang Zheng will surely die.

Almost simultaneously, seven or eight martial arts tigers roared, coming from behind Wang. But in the blink of an eye, Wang Chung fell under heavy siege.

That person can drag people into the illusory world, it's hard to tell, to the real world, to control each other, even to perform the other's school-leaving. This is also something Wang Chong had not thought of before. But for a moment, Wang Zhong reacted.

Bang, his body blew up, suddenly like a roaming fish, and before the crowd was surrounded, he got out of that tiny gap, just such a small change, and immediately produced a completely different result.

Bang, bang, lost Wang Chong, a famous sectarian fighter couldn't escape and immediately hit each other hard. There was a big mess in the field.

“It really is! ”

Only Wang Chong was not surprised by this outcome.

That person can create illusory worlds and control the spiritual power of the human being, to show the ability of the other party, and naturally can also understand the martial arts of those martial arts, so that they can fully show their strength.

However, knowing each other's martial arts is one thing, and mastering each other's combat skills and reacting to them in one place is another. Just such a small gap may not matter in the face of other fighters, but in the face of Wang Zheng, a top strong man with great combat experience, this small difference leads to a muddy final result.

“Your turn! ”

Without a slight hesitation, Wang punched the cold light flashed in his eyes, and on his head and feet, like a light-hearted lightning bolt, suddenly his sword united and went towards the person opposite him.

The next moment, the light flashed, a long sword flew from the bottom, the same sword in one, precisely hit the tip of Wang Chong's sword.

The two huge power banners were the same, no one actually took the upper wind, but the huge qi shook Wang Chong and the man apart.

Bang, Wang punched his feet on the floor and shook his shoulders slightly.

“How is this possible! ”

One stone provoked a thousand layers of waves. Wang's heart fluctuated and suddenly felt a strong shock. Fixed to his level, even if his power is reduced, but his vision, insight and response are still there, it is not a matter of mental inaccuracy, but simply impossible to hit the tip of his sword with a single sword.

More than that, just momentarily, the two people had only one blow on the surface, and in fact, the air erupted along the long sword, shaking each other dozens of times in a short time.

However, when Wang raised his head and looked across the street, a deep shock appeared in his eyes.

Just over 10 meters from Wang Chong, a figure stood, the original “Xu Qiqin” disappeared, and replaced it with another “Wang Chong”.

The exact same face, the exact same costume, just less weight and solidity than Wang Chong. Even if Wang Chong had seen each other's abilities before and had all kinds of psychological preparations, when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but hold back.

“Do you really think I can't help it? Now I will use your abilities to defeat you completely! ”

“Wang Chong” across the street smiled slightly, his expression was bizarre.

“Bang!”

The next moment, without waiting for Wang Zheng to strike, “Wang Zheng” across the body swayed, immediately flew out and launched the attack. Huh, man hasn't arrived yet, sword power comes first, only listen to a burst of strength to break the sky, between the second “Wang Shou” bullet finger is a god of heaven and ghost to destroy the sword qi laser.

That milky white sword was so powerful, it staggered across the void and burst into the Wang's body. In addition to the slightly dimmer colors, these broken swords have the same nature, power, and sharpness as Wang Shou.

Boom, listening to the explosion, countless pieces of stone flew into the sky, Wang Zheng avoided the other party's heavy blow by a millimeter difference.

“It's amazing, I can't believe you have so much martial arts. Try this again! ”

Until the voice went down, the figure of the second “Wang Chong” suddenly became blurred, and a black smoke appeared in the body, only momentarily disappearing into the void.

Void Escape!

Seeing this scene, Wang punched his eyelids and jumped. The scene in front of him was amazing.

Wang Chong has had the experience of two generations, which is a very knowledgeable experience. I'm afraid there's very few things in the world that would surprise him so much. But everything in front of him is beyond his imagination.

He inherited from the Great Tang Army god Su Zhengshen's demise, ranked among the top ten of the original extinctions. This sword technology is extremely difficult to cultivate. Yet the void was not long ago, Zhengqi Alliance was attacked by black men at night. Wang Chung took it from a black man leader. This door was out of school, and Wang Chung cultivated successfully.

And the other party can use Wang Zheng's school dropouts without training, even if they are merely imitations, is enough to be appalling. Moreover, by their very nature, the other party performs exactly the same thing as itself.

“Psst!”

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang flung his torso, equally emptiness. The whole body is volatile, like smoke, completely impossible to capture.

As his body blended into the void, Wang punched his fingers repeatedly, and a ray of broken swords erupted as well, interwoven with each other's swords.

“Boom!”

Just moments after the two crossed, Wang Shushu fingered as a fist, punched the other side hard to the past.

This fist burst out, the void air waves rolled, and countless blue clouds came together, making Wang Chung's fist like a green mountain peak, with a mountainous and heavy smell, and the whole person's fist strength increased considerably, making it difficult to resist.

This was created by Wang Zhong from the understanding of the big green hands often practiced by the elderly master of the evil emperor. When doing so, it can attract spiritual energy in the sky, increasing the power of its own hands by at least 45%.

However, the next moment, the clouds rolled over, a blue iron fist identical appeared opposite, and Wang Chong's fist hit hard in the void.

Hear only one loud shock, the two kings have the same strength, the same boundaries, the same martial arts, even the same way of fighting, while being shocked out by each other's fists.