Meng Chuan punched him without any bells and whistles, and the other party also punched out.

After a loud shocking sound, countless blood qi and immortal power collided with each other, as if an intercontinental missile had been detonated, and the strong wind instantly blew several people around them away.

"I didn't think you had some skills as an impostor!" "Meng Chuan" pretended to say a sentence before striking again, elbowing Meng Chuan in the face.

Meng Chuan turned sideways slightly, slapped the opponent's elbow with his hand, and used his strength to turn the blow away, and then turned around dexterously, arched his body slightly, and raised his leg to the opponent's ribs.

This blow hit the opponent's body solidly, and after the offensive exploded, "Meng Chuan" quickly retreated.

Meng Chuan didn't use much strength in this hand, if he was hit by himself, with the strength of the demon devouring body, it would be a pain at most, and the injury would not be said.

And after this "Meng Chuan" retreated, it could be clearly seen that his figure was a little illusory, and there was a gray gas similar to the surrounding fog volatilizing, as if his body was about to burn.

Meng Chuan smiled slightly, and said in his heart Sure enough, although the other party can imitate his own strength, there is still an upper limit after all.

If his strength is too strong, it will cause the state of this "Meng Chuan" to be very unstable, and he will collapse if he is injured slightly.

It's like a battery has a certain amount of power, if you put it in a clock, it can last for a year and a half, but if you put it in a car, it won't run long and it will run out of power.

And Meng Chuan undoubtedly directly exhausted this battery, and the other party's body couldn't bear the consumption of imitating his own strength at all.

"Your ceiling is too low, so let's show your original form. Meng Chuan smiled slightly, and his body floated again.

"Meng Chuan"'s expression obviously showed a trace of panic, he raised his hand to resist Meng Chuan's figure rushing towards him, but at this time, he was in an extremely unstable state, and he had no power to fight back in Meng Chuan's hands at all.

Meng Chuan took advantage of his trance, and pointed at the center of the impostor's eyebrows with one finger, and then the blood and immortal power condensed together, instantly shattering the impostor's body.

A thick blackened smoke suddenly burst out of Meng Chuan's body, and then a miserable cry of a bird came out, which was faintly mixed with Meng Chuan's voice.

“...... That's all you have

Do you have any skills?"

"Your ceiling is too low, so let's show your original form......"

The sound of this was mixed with the miserable cry of the birds, which made people feel extremely eerie.

And in the gray smoke, a strange bird of the same species as Meng Chuan had seen before rose into the air, as if it was about to flee from here in a hurry.

Sure enough, this thing is playing tricks! Meng Chuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and with a flick of his fingers, a burst of blood qi was released.

The blood turned into arrows, and it was bombarding the body of the strange bird, and the strange bird let out a last hoarse chirp, and its body turned into a gray-yellow mist, which completely dissipated.

Through perception, Meng Chuan could sense that this strange bird was not a living being, but a mass of energy made by magic.

This technique can be imitated by anyone vividly, and it can be described as extremely tricky and profound.

Combined with the psychedelic array here, where even the ability to perceive the feathering power is deprived, it is simply a lore move.

You know, groping and walking here, the figure is a little blurry ten meters away, in case a strange bird turns into a companion and quietly blends into the team in the fog, and he doesn't know it, it is very likely that he will fall into the other party's way.

Meng Chuan was the first to solve the opponent, and then Jiang Qiudao and Ao Xun also killed the opponent within dozens of moves and returned to their original form.

It seems that this strange bird is still a little difficult to transform into a feather power, and it can't last long at all.

It's just that even if the three of them have been distinguished, the other servants present have already fought each other, and they can't tell who is real and who is fake.

Jiang Qiudao and Ao Xun came to Meng Chuan's side in the scuffle, Ao Xun was a little anxious, and asked the two of them what should be done?

Now, even if I want to help, I don't know who I'm going to help.

Meng Chuan thought for a moment, and then said aloud: "Fake is fake after all, the energy of fighting with this master will be consumed, and it will definitely show clues." ”

"It's just that it's probably difficult for the grandmaster-level followers to exhaust the energy of those impostors, so the people of the Divine Realm continue to compete with their own replicas, and the other grandmaster-level people will all stop. ”

Meng Chuan's order was equivalent to Jiang Qiudao and Ao Xun, so as soon as Meng Chuan's voice fell, the grandmaster-level servants scattered one after another, and they didn't make another move, even those impostors were the same.

Because at this time, if they don't obey Meng Chuan's orders, won't it be equivalent to confessing that they are fakes?

As for the few people in the Divine Realm, they are still stuck in a bitter battle and can't get out.

The psychic level characters exchanged hands and quietly, and the place was dusty and chaotic.

Soon, after the psychic brought out by the Jiang family fought hard with the opponent, he found that the faint yellow smoke rose from the opponent's body, and immediately shouted: "Holy Son, look at him, he is a fake!"

Jiang Qiudao had already noticed this vision, and immediately used the Wentian scripture to easily suppress the fake psychic person.

When the fake psychic was suppressed, he still shouted: "Your Excellency, Holy Son, you are mistaken, I am real!"

"I've worked hard for the Jiang family for so many years, do you want to kill me with your own hands?"

Sure enough, when he said these words, Jiang Qiudao's face obviously showed a look of hesitation and struggle.

Jiang Qiudao This person attaches great importance to friendship, otherwise he would not have fought Meng Chuan in the first place for the sake of the elders.

Just when he subconsciously wanted to show mercy to his subordinates, Meng Chuan flicked his fingers and shot out another bloody qi and killed the imposter directly.

"Don't be fooled by him, what is fake is fake. After Meng Chuan killed the strange bird, he reminded Jiang Qiu in a low voice.

Jiang Qiudao woke up like a dream, breathed a sigh of relief, and then shook his head with a wry smile: "Although I know that he may be fake, I still have some hesitation in my heart, if I make a mistake, it will be a big mistake." ”

"You have to be confident, once the other party shows the clues, they will never make a mistake. Meng Chuan patted Jiang Qiudao's shoulder.

Jiang Qiudao nodded, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

After a while, these psychic-level opponents showed their feet one after another, and were killed by Jiang Qiudao and Ao Xun one by one.

At this point, there were only a few grandmasters left, and the two people, one true and one false, looked at each other, not knowing how to tell the difference.

However, in Meng Chuan's opinion, these people don't need to distinguish between them, just take them all.

After all, although these strange birds can transform into any person and become exactly like him, they are not difficult to deal with.

The energy of these strange birds alone is not even enough for it to kill a psychic on its own.