Illusion Demon Body, the basic martial art of the Demon Clan, is a method practiced by all Demon Clan warriors. Its main purpose is to reflect the ever-changing characteristics of the Demon Clan. The false clones transformed by the method of true energy can confuse the enemy. Cheng Shaojing seems to be ready.

His knowledge is very sufficient, and he can actually achieve this kind of virtual and real martial arts.

Hearing Long Ao's words, Feng Jueyu frowned and asked, "What's so powerful about the Phantom Demon Body?"

Long Ao said: "The phantom demon body was originally a phantom demon body. It can be transformed into a false clone and the aura of the original body remains the same. It is difficult to tell which one is the real body. Once the purpose of the choice is wrong, the real body will destroy the opponent if it gets close."

A sexual blow, the eight clones are the entry point to the cultivation of the phantom demon body. You can't be any weaker. There is a legend in the inheritance given to me by God Father. It seems that the most powerful demon master has not been transformed into the above.

Qian’s clone, and has a certain degree of aggression, but he’s still far behind.”

"What? Thousands of clones?" Feng Jueyu almost bit off his tongue after hearing this. Boss, are you filming a mythological TV series?

Long Ao raised his eyebrows: "Where are you? You have never been to the Great World of Hongtu, so naturally you don't know the characteristics of the major races. For example, the girl next to you, there are no less than ten types of the spirit race that are more powerful.

The phantom body technique is even more powerful than the phantom demon body."

"You mean the spiritual martial arts can restrain the demonic martial arts?"

"It can't be said that every race has its own characteristics. Even ordinary martial arts masters who have returned to their original nature can still exert their ability to destroy heaven and earth. There is no such thing as restraint or not. It just depends.

Have you mastered your cultivation?"

Feng Jueyu understood that when he truly understands the true essence of martial arts, ordinary soldiers can become magical weapons, and ordinary martial arts can achieve magical feats. This is the true meaning of martial arts.

"Just watch, it's Cheng Shaojing's performance time next, haha."

As Long Ao finished speaking, Cheng Shaojing finally launched a fierce offensive. Just as he said, the moment Cheng Shaojing took a step forward, a total of seven clones also started to move. It was completely clear that they were using more martial arts to attack the less.

Chengfeng brought unprecedented pressure.

Although the seven clones were not truly aggressive for the time being, Ming Chengfeng couldn't tell which one was real and which one was fake when he saw seven masters of the second level of Shenwu coming to attack him.

The power of martial arts is that it is difficult to distinguish between false and true, and you have to concentrate on guarding against it. God knows who is the real Cheng Shaojing. If he is caught, it will definitely not be a joke.

As a result, Ming Chengfeng not only had to endure huge pressure, but also had to dedicate an extra part of his spiritual consciousness to deal with it carefully and find the true location of Cheng Shaojing. This meant that the consumption of real energy was several times or even more than the original. Just a few

After ten moves, Ming Chengfeng started sweating like rain...

Even during the heavy attacks of the demonic shadows, Feng Jueyu could hear Ming Chengfeng's gradually deepening breathing, indicating that he was already very tired.

And now there are only a hundred moves away from the opening. Even with the previous momentum to fight, not much real energy should be wasted. In this way, the pressure brought by the phantom body to Ming Chengfeng can be seen.

"Oops." Feng Jueyu was watching when he suddenly saw Cheng Shaojing moving in unison. Cheng Shaojing suddenly paused as he rushed forward: What does this mean?

"This is the characteristic of demonic skills. His cultivation is too weak. If he wants to mix some other martial arts into the phantom demon body, breath blockage will be unavoidable. In your words, this guy is going to use a big move.

Already..."

"Uh!" Feng Jueyu's stunned Kung Fu was just as Long Ao expected. After the sudden stagnation, the speed of the eight Cheng Shaojing suddenly became extremely fast, as if eight black lightnings surrounded Ming Chengfeng.

The round blades and claws all of a sudden turned into eight, thrust forward and backward, chasing and beating fiercely, forcing Ming Chengfeng to the corner of the ring and suffering unspeakably.

There are no ropes or anything like that around the Ming family's arena, which means that as long as Cheng Shaojing forces Ming Chengfeng back even three steps, even with Ming Chengfeng's profound cultivation, he will only end up falling off the arena and completely defeated.

End, otherwise you will suffer the consequences of Cheng Shaojing's clutches.

However, among these eight rounds of sword light and eight claws, only two of them were real. It was really a headache to guard against which one and which one to guard against. Ming Chengfeng gritted his teeth and took a step forward.

, the iron long stick in his hand suddenly stretched out straightly.

Using a stick as a spear is also a unique skill in stick technique, but the difference is that when this stick is struck, a large hole with a diameter of about ten meters in front of the arena immediately seems to be opened, and the demonic energy that permeates the ring is like

Hundreds of cracks appeared on a smashed mirror. These cracks dispersed in all directions at an extremely fast speed. In an instant, nearly six sword lights and six claw shadows were wiped out...

Cheng Shaojing was also shocked. The stick technique used by Ming Chengfeng was unprecedented. When the stick was extended, the surrounding air was dispersed, not to mention his true essence fake body?

All of a sudden, Cheng Shaojing lost six of his fake bodies, which was equivalent to destroying more than half of his skills...

Cheng Shaojing felt a tightness in his chest, and a mouthful of black blood welled up in his throat...

The audience in the stands watched carefully and immediately let out a cry of joy. Everyone in the Ming family laughed happily and held each other's hands in excitement.

You know, after Ming Chengfeng used the angry stick to gain the upper hand for a moment after the start, he was always passively beaten. And even if everyone didn't understand the demon clan's skills, they also knew how difficult it was for Ming Chengfeng to turn defeat into victory this time.

Moreover, Cheng Shaojing was injured.

Unfortunately, the happiness was too short-lived. Just when everyone thought that Ming Chengfeng had made a comeback or was going to launch an active offensive, or was adjusting his breath to regain his strength, they saw a claw light behind him draw down quickly, accurately.

He swept the back of Ming Chengfeng's neck without any mistake.

"Pfft!" Ming Chengfeng was shocked. He couldn't help but let the bloody arrow leave his mouth, and he and Cheng Shaojing were injured at the same time.

Moreover, Ming Chengfeng's air armor on the back of his neck is weak and the middle link is missing. Cheng Shaojing may have been looking for a long time to find the place for a sneak attack and hit it with one move. As a result, the air armor that Ming Chengfeng spent his real energy to prepare was not deployed at all.

After using it, the poisonous claws swept across, and three black claw marks appeared on the back of the neck. Everyone in the Ming family stood up in surprise, and his fiancée Chen Lin also exclaimed in surprise.

It can be said that the battle so far has been wonderful and has not disappointed the audience at all. Especially when an intense battle came to an end, Cheng Shaojing and Ming Chengfeng were injured at the same time, which immediately caused the entire martial arts arena to fall into an unprecedented calm.

"Oops." The Ming family members thought. They all knew how terrifying Cheng Shaojing's claws were. The poisonous claws made Lu Zhonghang still bedridden. At such a critical moment, Ming Chengfeng was able to defeat the enemy with one stick.

He had the upper hand, but considering the toxicity in his claws, his prospects were not promising.

Feng Jueyu also stood up, staring closely at the back of Ming Chengfeng's neck. The bright red blood turned into pitch black at a strange speed, which was a sign of poisoning.

"Poison-avoiding pill." Feng Jueyu clenched his fists, feeling increasingly anxious.

However, he was still far away from the venue. All Ming Chengfeng's energy was focused on Cheng Shaojing, and he seemed to have temporarily forgotten the anti-toxic pill he gave him.

At this moment, Cheng Shaojing gave a sinister smile, and without any more unnecessary nonsense, he dispersed his phantom magic and chased after him with all his strength.

The battle started without any interruption, and almost everyone's hearts followed Ming Chengfeng.

It was obvious that Ming Chengfeng's strength after being poisoned was not as good as before. Under Cheng Shaojing's relentless pursuit, he was gradually at a disadvantage, and everyone had already seen that Ming Chengfeng's lower body was frivolous and he was definitely troubled by the poison.

Although he was originally calm, all his attacks were no longer as sharp as before.

"Fuck, take pills."

Feng Jueyu was so anxious that he stood there and waved desperately to Ming Chengfeng, while everyone around him was puzzled.

"What is that boy doing?"

"I don't know? If Ming Chengfeng loses, he doesn't need to be so happy, right?"

"To add insult to injury, what is it?"

"I..." Feng Jueyu wanted to give up. The earlier he took poison-avoiding pills, the better the effect. But at this time, Ming Chengfeng forgot.

On the rostrum not far away, old man Feng Rulan suddenly noticed Feng Jueyu shaking her arms and was startled. However, she had no time to pay attention to Feng Jueyu now. She looked away and glanced at Zhu Yeqing resentfully, saying with hatred

Said: "The war is at a critical moment, can you please let him be quiet?"

Zhu Yeqing shrank his neck, shook his head helplessly, and hurriedly signaled to Feng Jueyu, but Feng Jueyu didn't look at him at all, and Zhu Yeqing jumped to his feet in a hurry: "Brother!"

Others didn't pay much attention to this shout. Ming Chengfeng suddenly heard it. He turned around and saw Feng Jueyu waving his hands desperately. He woke up like a dream and said, "Damn it, Mr. Feng's anti-poison pill."

Thinking of this, Ming Chengfeng took a step back, feeling dizzy. After swinging a few random sticks, he took out the poison-avoiding pill and quickly threw it into his mouth.

Unfortunately, it was too late when he remembered it. The poison entering his body had already interfered with his aura. Cheng Shaojing took advantage of his ability to take the pill and stepped forward with a powerful strike, knocking Ming Chengfeng out of the ring.

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"Wow!"

Everyone did not notice that Ming Chengfeng had taken the pill. When they saw Ming Chengfeng falling from the ring, they all stood up in unison. Now that the winner had been decided, the ending was not very concerning. The audience in the stands wanted to see it more.

Ming Chengfeng’s injuries.

Everyone knows that Lu Zhonghang was unconscious after being poisoned, and Ming Chengfeng could easily follow in Lu Zhonghang's footsteps.

This was especially true for the Ming family. Ming Chengfeng was defeated. Mrs. Feng Rulan and others did not complain much. Instead, they sat down at their seats and left with great worry. They all ran towards Ming Chengfeng. Seeing the worried look of the Ming family,

Even Feng Jueyu clenched his fists nervously. He didn't know if the poison-avoiding pill was easy to use.

However, just when all eyes were focused on Ming Chengfeng, the dark and shiny face of Ming Chengfeng lying on the ground suddenly showed signs of clouds clearing. He was still twitching all over.

, but after a while, his face regained a little rosiness. Suddenly, Ming Chengfeng opened his eyes, stood up like a carp, sat cross-legged on the ground and moved for several days with his eyes closed. His arms competed, buzzing.

With a sound, the poisonous energy all over his body was evaporated.

"Is this... ready?"

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