"I don't accept it!" Jiang Wen roared, transformed into a purple-gold thunder light, and rushed up from the ground.
That thunder light was not an illusion, but the Gengjin Divine Thunder, a great magical power. Jiang Wen's body was wrapped in the thunder light and rushed forward. But what greeted him was an ordinary fist, a simple and direct punch.
It hit Jiang Wen's chin and knocked him away again. It was very relaxed and comfortable, as if Jiang Wen took the initiative to put his face up.
The owner of that fist was none other than Jiang Wen himself, who looked exactly the same at least in terms of appearance. He looked down at Jiang Wen lying on the ground, with a touch of contemptuous ridicule at the corner of his mouth, and said in a cold voice: "It's really stupid, obviously.
You know you are no match for me, but you still dare to charge me again and again, you are really desperate!"
"I...will not lose to you!" Jiang Wen shouted and stood up again.
He couldn't remember how many times this was the first time he had been defeated by 'himself'. Not only did his repeated defeats not leave a shadow in his heart, but he became more courageous as he fought. This was not only because of his perseverance, but also because of his perseverance.
A large part of the reason was that the guy opposite who looked exactly like him was so hateful. Every time he was defeated, he would sneer at him, which would arouse the anger in his heart just right.
Although he knew clearly in his heart that the 'Jiang Wen' in front of him was not a real person, but a clone transformed by the innate spirit of the refining furnace's innate spiritual fire, and a complete copy of him, but in his heart
Not only did the anger not subside at all, but it became even more intense.
"Hmph, you are already at your wits end. You have used eighteen kinds of magical powers hundreds of times, but you can't even touch the corner of my clothes. Why are you still unconvinced? You are also a mana cultivator in the realm of the One-Calamity Immortal.
Because, your cultivation is too weak and you are no match for me. Even if you try a thousand times or ten thousand times, the result will still be the same!" Jiang Wen's stubbornness attracted another attack from the 'replica'.
A lot of sarcasm.
"I have a Zhulong Immortal Fetus and possess eighteen kinds of magical powers and secret arts. How could I lose to you!" Jiang Wen's consciousness was almost crazy and he retorted loudly.
At the same time, his figure rushed forward again. This time, the great magical power he used was called Xunjin Shuofeng. It originated from the Yaochi Immortal Palace. It is one of the famous three disaster secret arts in the fairy world. Even if ordinary people are just exposed to it,
Even a little bit, the bones and flesh will immediately disintegrate and turn into dust and smoke.
But the 'copy' just stretched out a hand and waved lightly, and Jiang Wen's smoked golden shuofeng collapsed for no reason, and the whole person was knocked away again without exception.
"It still doesn't work, why?"
Jiang Wen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up again, and stared at the other 'himself'. This time, he did not rush to fight for his life immediately, but began to think about countermeasures purposefully, "The same is the case of a disaster."
With my cultivation level in the immortal realm, my opponent does not have the Immortal Candle Dragon Fetus and does not use any great magical powers. He can easily defeat me with just one fist. This is completely unreasonable."
"There seems to be something wrong with his fists..." Jiang Wen's eyes narrowed, recalling in his mind the images of him being knocked down again and again.
Every time the opponent punches, he looks weak and weak, but his speed is extremely fast, and every time he is able to break through his magical powers with great accuracy and hit him. The traces of the fists,
It seems to represent some kind of heavenly rhythm, which is mysterious and unpredictable, and you can always find flaws in him.
"What, are you ready to give up?"
Just as Jiang Wen was thinking hard, the copy on the opposite side suddenly spoke, "Since you are unwilling to take action, then I will do it!"
Before he finished speaking, his body started to move. Although Jiang Wen had been alert for a long time, he immediately used his great magical power to cast golden light across the ground. However, before he could move, a black dot suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
It quickly enlarged in an instant and hit him hard on the bridge of the nose, sending him flying away.
Being defeated by another punch, Jiang Wen felt completely different.
In the past, he took the initiative, and when he was defeated, he could clearly see the opponent's punching movements. But when the clone took the initiative to attack, he didn't even know how the opponent struck, and was knocked to the ground directly.
Pain, insult, and anger were brewing in Jiang Wen's heart, almost blinding his reason.
"You are indeed a waste. You can't even take a punch from me that is 50% of my strength. You still dare to call yourself a peerless genius. It's really ridiculous. Since you are not convinced, I will keep beating you until you kneel down and beg for mercy."
Just when Jiang Wen stood up and was about to say something, the clone on the opposite side took action again. Without giving him any chance, he punched him in the chest and knocked him down again.
Well, there was inevitably another round of cynicism.
Powerlessness, incompetence, helplessness, and unprecedented failure and frustration almost drove Jiang Wen crazy.
Since the beginning of the Haoyang Realm, his growth path has been smooth, with constant adventures and harvests. He was even called the 'Son of Luck' and was blessed by the laws of heaven. After coming to the Immortal Realm, although he was trapped in the ancient Chenshan Mountain
After ten years of virtual life, he was hunted down by the powerful Immortal Lord of Ziyang Cave Heaven, but every time he was able to turn danger into safety and gain benefits from these dangers, which made him feel a little elated.
The failure at this moment made him truly feel his own insignificance. Facing the powerful and terrifying replica, he used all his strength to deal with it. However, the Zhulong Immortal Fetus was useless, and the magical powers and secret techniques were useless. There were still other things he could rely on.
What?
Do you really want to surrender to him?
No! Impossible! How can I lose to a clone that has no life?
With the same level of cultivation in the One-Calamity Sanxian realm, I can also do what he can do. How can I admit defeat before defeating him?
After being knocked to the ground time and time again, Jiang Wen stood up again and again. The physical and psychological pain not only did not make him surrender, but also inspired the unyielding will in his heart. He continued to live and fight.
I don't know how much time passed, but his will gradually became blurred, but he still stood firm. Every time the clone's fist fell on him and knocked him to the ground, he was able to get up again and charge again, as if he didn't know the pain.
, tireless.
In a trance, a familiar face appeared in front of his eyes. That was Meng Guxuan, the elder of Lingyun Sect, his first mentor and the guide who led him on the path of cultivation.
"Stand up, don't fall down!"
A familiar voice sounded in his ears, "Do you remember what I told you? People can't be arrogant but they can't be arrogant. As a sword cultivator, you must always straighten your chest and never ask anyone for anything.
Bow down to power, let alone kneel down to others casually, because your heart is the heart of a sword.
Your body is like the sword in your hand. Once you have the intention to retreat in your heart, once you grovel, your sword heart will collapse, your sword will break, and you will no longer be able to be a swordsman!
Jiang Wen, do you want to be a submissive loser, or do you want to be a strong man who looks down on the people in this corner of the world?"
"I'm not a waste!" Jiang Wen's will began to struggle, and his eyes became clearer.
"Since you are not a waste, why don't you pick up the sword in your hand and fight back now?"
Meng Guxuan's voice suddenly became stern, "Have you forgotten the vows you made? Have you given up on your dream of pursuing the ultimate in swordsmanship? Where is your heart to be strong? Where is your courage to pursue the peak of swordsmanship?
Oh, where has the sword in your hand gone?"
"Where has my sword gone?"
A series of questioning and enlightening questions made Jiang Wenwen's will suddenly wake up after falling into a coma.
I am a sword cultivator, and I have been a sword cultivator from beginning to end. It is ridiculous that I have forgotten this, and am practicing magical powers and secret techniques crazily, abandoning the basics and chasing the weak.
The reason why the clone is so powerful is not because of how strong his magic power is, nor how powerful his magical powers are, but because he clearly understands his own heart, and his fist is his way. I
Although there are eighteen kinds of magical powers and secret techniques in cultivation, these are not my way, so I cannot exert their power.
The only thing I can believe in is the sword in my hand. As long as I have a sword in my hand! I can keep fighting.
Practicing swords all your life, living by the sword, dying by the sword, is sword cultivation! Grinding the bones and refining the soul, turning the body into a sword, and being unyielding despite all the setbacks, this is sword cultivation! The sword intention is in the heart, even if the body is dead and the body is broken into pieces
Even if you are determined, you will not complain, regret, or give up! This is sword cultivation!
Even if your cultivation level is advanced, even if you have the world's most powerful people, even if you are worth hundreds of millions, even if you have countless minions, I will cut it with one sword and it will disappear into thin air. This is sword cultivation!
Indomitable and upright, this is my sword, my belief! My life! My way!
Once he had an epiphany and became a god, Jiang Wen suddenly burst out with endless sword intent, like a divine sword standing in the air. He laughed loudly: "My sword is in my heart and in my hand. As long as there is a sword in my heart,
Everything can be used by me and turned into a sharp sword in my hand. This is my way, the only way of my sword!"
"You actually have enlightenment, you're not too useless!" The replica opposite spoke again, sternly saying: "However, if you want to defeat me, you are still not good enough!"
While he was speaking, his fist had already arrived in front of Jiang Wen. He had done this action no less than ten thousand times, knocking Jiang Wen to the ground effortlessly every time. He believed that the result would be the same this time.
However, a Yanyang giant sword arrived first, thrust out from Jiang Wen's hand, and blocked the fist.
This is the Great Divine Power Technique Nine Heavens Yuanyang Sword Qi. After Jiang Wenming realized the Weiwo Kendo, the power of this set of Great Divine Power Technique has undergone earth-shaking changes and has reached an almost perfect state.
"How is that possible?" The clone put away his fist, looked at the thin wound on the back of his hand, and exclaimed.
"nothing is impossible!"
Jiang Wen smiled faintly: "Copper, iron, gold and stone can be turned into swords, plants, trees, fish and insects can be turned into swords, thunder and lightning can be turned into swords, the breeze and white clouds can be turned into swords. Since everything can be turned into the sword in my hand, then
Why can’t my magical powers and secret techniques be used by me and become part of my swordsmanship?”
Seeing the astonished expression of the clone, Jiang Wen's heart stopped and he said calmly: "Now, let me defeat you and end this trial!"