"How can an old man pretend...... But I haven't lost in this pretending to be forced!"

With a hint of pride, Yuan Hu returned to the real world.

Being killed as a doppelganger didn't have much effect on him. The actual loss is equivalent to the loss of a hair.

But he was killed by the old man's sword in the front, and his heart also suffered a heavy blow, leaving deep scars on the level of consciousness.

Yuan Hu consciously made great progress in his swordsmanship, and he was only one line away from the legendary realm, and he was complacent.

I never thought that just an old man could teach him how to behave.

Of course, this is definitely not a joke!

It was impossible for the old man in white to know that he had 108,000 doppelgangers. I can't help but say that I killed him with a sword, this is a mortal enemy.

Yuan Hu was naturally unwilling to leave in such a gloomy manner, and he made a clone again to scare the old man. Although this doppelganger was also killed, he at least regained face.

Yuan Hu remembered the old man, but with this swordsmanship, he really didn't have a good way for a while.

He has 108,000 doppelgangers, but the limit of control at a time is only three doppelgangers. That is, his psychic power can only control four bodies for battle.

To put it simply, he can use 108,000 trumpets to hang up together. However, in battle, he could only open four numbers at a time.

With the old man's terrifying swordsmanship, Yuan Hu felt that the four trumpets would definitely not be able to do it.

didn't recruit anyone to provoke anyone, so he was killed inexplicably.

The high-dimensional space is really dangerous, no wonder Old Man Qin Feng never returned.

Yuan Hu got up and got out of bed, came to the window and opened the curtains, the rising sun in the east had risen high, and the tall buildings were bathed in the golden glow of the rising sun.

Compared with the sunrise on a desert island in the six-dimensional world, the morning in the city is busier and full of modern civilization.

The huge contrast between the real world and the high-dimensional space makes the scene of being killed just now feel like a nightmare, terrifying but illusory.

Yuan Hu recognized a deep sword mark in the sea, but it was always reminding him how real the battle just now was.

Kill the clone, it's nothing. But the old man in white still injured his consciousness with a sword, which made Yuan Hu a little difficult to understand.

Yuan Hu never knew that his consciousness would also be injured. If it weren't for his unusually strong mental strength, he would have lost all consciousness and become an idiot.

The old man in white really taught him a good lesson, allowing him to see the power of a real swordsman.

Yuan Hu was also aware of an important problem, although he had 108,000 doppelgangers, he only had one consciousness. If the consciousness is completely extinguished, he will die.

Of course, the god-level doppelganger technique also made his mental strength terrifying.

Although the sword of the old man in white was powerful, even if it was ten times stronger, it could not shake his consciousness.

"This should be the so-called sword intent......

Yuan Hu looked out the window and muttered to himself, he had heard Qin Feng say the so-called fist intent and sword intent before.

But he has never been able to comprehend these vague but subtle concepts.

To this day, the deep sword mark in the sea of knowledge has made him truly understand the concept of sword intent.

An ordinary swordsman is an imperial sword that mobilizes the power of flesh and bones. Transcendent, use the Source Power Edgeworth.

This old man in white integrated his will into Jianfeng, endowing Jianfeng with unique and powerful power.

Therefore, the old man in white can move like a swift wind, and the sword can be like lightning.

Yuan Hu recognized the sword marks in the sea, and presented the changes in the swordsmanship of the old man in white in a real and specific and subtle way.

Yuan Hu has mediocre talent in swordsmanship, but he can learn a lot by comparing the sword marks.

"Perhaps, the key to advancing to the legend is sword intent!"

Yuan Hu realized this and was overjoyed. He didn't dare to say that he was necessarily right, but he finally found a way.

He suddenly laughed, although the old man in white was hateful, he was exactly the guide he needed.

"It's early in the morning, what are you laughing at here!"

Qin Ying, who pushed the door in, just saw Yuan Hu with a sinister smile on his face, and her whole body was cold when she laughed.

Yuan Hu didn't explain much to Qin Ying, he waved his hand and said, "Today I want to retreat and cultivate." ”

"What do you mean? Qin Ying looked puzzled.

"I'm going to sleep well today, don't bother me. ”

Yuan Hu decided, he wanted to fight to the death with the old man in white. It's best to take advantage of these two days to get the old man done.

Before Qin Ying could speak, Yuan Hu was already lying on the hospital bed, his eyes closed, and he didn't say anything.

On the chessboard island of the six-dimensional space, the old man in white was sitting cross-legged on a white boulder, looking at the undulating sea thoughtfully.

As the head of the four great swordsmen in the world, Changle Swordsman, he has been living in seclusion on Qipan Island for ten years.

Qipan Island is not far from the mainland, and people often enter it by mistake. There are also nearby fishermen who like to stay on the island to recuperate.

But since he landed on the island, all those who strayed into the island of chessboard will be killed by him.

Over time, Qipan Island became a forbidden place. The news that Changle Swordsman was cultivating on Qipan Island also spread in the rivers and lakes.

Today, a person suddenly ran to the beach to practice swordsmanship, and the swordsmanship was very deep, and Changle swordsman thought that the other party was deliberately attracting his attention.

Either they want to learn swords from him, or they are plotting against him.

Not a good thing anyway. Moreover, that man's swordsmanship is hard and dead, and although the foundation is extremely deep, it is completely spiritual.

Changle swordsman can't look down on such goods, and of course he won't show mercy.

Changle Swordsman didn't think much about it at all. He killed too many casually, how could he have time to remember. Unless he is a real master, he can leave a trace in his memory.

Although the rivers and lakes are big, there are only a handful of such masters. The rest are mediocre and not worth mentioning.

Changle Swordsman never thought that the guy he killed casually would actually be alive again.

He has walked the rivers and lakes for decades, has seen many strong people, and even killed many demons and monsters.

Demons and monsters, even if they have a little weird ability, are just a special kind of life. If you are killed, you will surely die.

Changle swordsman studied the two corpses for a long time, but he couldn't get the point. He couldn't figure out how two people could be exactly the same.

What surprised him even more was that guy actually popped up again.

"Are you surprised?"

Yuan Hu asked with a smug face: "Old man, are you scared now?"

Changle Swordsman quickly calmed down, and he said coldly, "It's really surprising that you can come back from the dead. But it doesn't matter, how many kills there are. ”

"Wait,"

Yuan Hu also wanted to chat with Changle Swordsman, but Changle Swordsman was in no mood to chat. He directly pulled out the sword of karma and slashed head-on.

Chopping karma takes the meaning of cutting karma to extinguish crime, and is made of seabed steel mother and dark iron. The sword weighs seventy-seven pounds, the blade is three feet nine inches long, three inches wide, the edge is as thin as paper, and it is as bright as autumn water.

Changle swordsman practiced the "Nirvana Sword Sutra", and walked the ruthless and ruthless, broken wisdom and suffering. In his view, killing is the elimination of sin and karma, and the removal of all suffering.

The so-called constant happiness is that it is always happy and I am pure, and in Nirvana, we will attain great eternal happiness. It's not what ordinary people call joy and joy.

It is precisely because of his style of acting that he has made countless enemies in his life and has become a demon hated by everyone in the martial arts.

The Changle swordsman didn't care about this, and the gathering of ignorant beings created the Infernal Hell. He can only use the sword as a boat to cross the sea of suffering and reach the realm of Nirvana.

Therefore, Changle Swordsman was not interested in listening to what Yuan Hu had to say at all. Such a foolish fool should draw his sword and cross him to death, and remove him from all suffering.

Although Yuan Hu was ready for battle, Changle Swordsman's style of drawing his sword and moving his hands when he met still made him feel painful.

The second time he started with Changle Swordsman, Yuan Hu's powerful spiritual power was condensed as one, blocking the oppression and interference of the opponent's sword intent on consciousness. He came this time to see the movements of the Changle swordsman clearly.

Yuan Hu's consciousness kept up with Changle Swordsman, but his body movements were still a beat slower.

The wooden sword in his hand came sideways and prepared to block, and the slashing sword of the Changle swordsman had already stabbed straight against the wooden sword and penetrated into his heart.

Changle swordsman succeeded with a sword, but he did not collect the sword.

The blade of the slashing sword of Ming Ruoqiushui instantly shone, and the vertical and horizontal sword light submerged Yuan Hu.

When the sword light dissipated, Yuan Hu's body paused, and with the blood light bursting out, the whole person shattered into more than ten pieces. The head was even more smashed by the sword qi.

Changle Swordsman looked at the blood all over the place, and said to himself indifferently: "Will I see if you come back to life?"

"Hahahaha......"

Yuan Hu stepped out of the water in the waves, and he looked up and laughed wildly from a distance, "I'm alive again, what can you do!"

Chang Le's face changed slightly, and he stared at Yuan Hu, unable to hide the horror in his eyes anymore.