Of course, Ling Aotian was indeed unable to fight with Leng Yueji with his own strength, but he had two extremely powerful helpers, and the strength of his two clones was no worse than his body, plus he and the clones were completely connected, once they joined forces, the strength they exerted was not as simple as one plus one.

In the face of Leng Yueji's fierce attack again, Ling Aotian did not hesitate and immediately summoned his two clones.

Two clones identical to Ling Aotian, exuding a powerful aura, stood on both sides of Ling Aotian, holding the same remnant sword as Ling Aotian, and facing the long sword attack of the cold moon mark with Ling Aotian.

When Ling Aotian summoned the two clones, the long sword of the cold moon mark had already arrived in front of him, without any hesitation, Ling Aotian and the two clones swung the remnant sword in their hands at the same time and swung forward.

It was also a bland sword, facing the attack of Cold Moon Scar.

Rumble!

With an earth-shattering loud bang, Ling Aotian and the two clones flew out upside down under the strong impact force, retreating dozens of steps on the ground before they could stabilize their bodies, and the cold moon mark that sent out this fierce attack was also shocked back a few steps by the power emanating from Ling Aotian and the two clones.

"Doppelganger! It's actually a clone with the same strength as the body!" Leng Yueji looked at Ling Aotian's two clones in disbelief, his eyes revealing a thick killing intent, "I have to say, with your two clones, once your strength reaches a certain level, no one on this continent will be your opponent, but, unfortunately, you don't have a chance to grow to that level." ”

Feeling the killing intent exuding from Leng Yueji's body, Ling Aotian turned the remnant sword in his hand horizontally and pointed it at Leng Yueji: "Want to kill me?" I'm sorry, I might have to disappoint you, although your strength is strong, but if you want to kill me, it's not enough." ”

Leng Yueji didn't speak again, swung his long sword again, stepped on a strange step, and came towards Ling Aotianfang, at this moment, he had already felt the threat brought by Ling Aotian, so he had already made up his mind to kill Ling Aotian in this battle, otherwise, once Ling Aotian cultivated further, no one in the entire continent would be able to compete with him.

In the face of Leng Yueji's fierce attack, Ling Aotian and the two clones also took their own mastery to the extreme, fighting with the other party in one place

Nine Absolute Steps, Three Styles of Flowing Clouds, Seven Uniques of the Heavens, were vividly exerted by Ling Aotian and the two clones, and the three figures turned into three streamers, and fought with the cold moon scar in one place.

This is a thrilling battle, the four figures in the battle have completely turned into streamers, and the entire battlefield is full of energy, but no one can find their figures.

The huge movement caused by the fierce battle between the two strong men finally attracted the attention of the soldiers of the two alliances in the fierce battle, almost unanimously, the soldiers of the two alliances stopped attacking and set their eyes on the place where the two were fighting, and almost all the strong men widened their eyes, wanting to find the shadows of the two in the slightest phantom light and shadow on the battlefield.

Finally, when everyone's eyes widened, but they still couldn't catch the two figures, and they were about to give up, an earth-shattering sound of weapons crashed into the battlefield, and then, four figures appeared.

"Boy, you're really not easy! you already have the posture for me to perform the complete Phantom Yin Sword Technique. Leng Yueji stared at Ling Aotian with a gloomy face, his eyes revealing a thick murderous intent.

"Phantom Yin Sword Technique!I want to see what's so powerful!" Ling Aotian stood side by side with the two clones, looking at Leng Yueji quietly.

Leng Yueji didn't speak again, he suddenly raised the long sword in his hand, pointing straight at the sky, and a cold aura emanated from his body, gathering towards the long sword.

"Yin Spirit Return!" Leng Yueji shouted, and the long sword in his hand shook violently.

As if the passage of the underworld had been opened, an incomparably cold aura emanated from the long sword in Leng Yueji's hand, becoming stronger and stronger.

Feeling the cold aura emanating from the Cold Moon Scar's long sword, Ling Aotian's face became solemn, and he had a faint feeling that the power exerted by the Cold Moon Scar at this time no longer belonged to him.

"Summon the Yin Spirit!" the clone of the Holy Fate said softly.

When the cold aura emanating from the long sword reached its extreme, Leng Yueji shouted again: "Yin Spirit Manifests!"

A gust of yin wind blew, and the long sword in Leng Yueji's hand began to draw strange runes, and then, a hideous figure appeared in front of Ling Aotian.

"Yin Spirit!" I don't know who it is, and exclaimed.

"Boy, you're dead!" Leng Yueji's face showed a fierce smile, and the long sword in his hand was still waving, and as his long sword waved, the yin spirit summoned by him became more and more real.

Seeing the Yin Spirit, which was already almost a physical entity, Ling Aotian's face became solemn, and he glanced at the two clones.

Ling Aotian displayed his strongest sword technique, and as his remnant sword swung, a huge sword shadow appeared in front of him.

When the other doppelganger was performing the Seven Heaven-Conquering Perfections of Ling Aotian, he was also not idle, and he displayed the Liuyun Three Styles, and the cold light of the remnant sword flickered, but after a short while, a long sword with a dazzling light appeared in front of the clone.

At this moment, Ling Aotian's Saint Fate clone also moved, and as his Nine Peerless Steps became faster and faster, shadows began to appear around his body, and gradually became real.

"Heroic and invincible Yin Spirit, Lord, kill him for me!" Leng Yueji had already completed the summoning of the Yin Spirit, and with a pale face, he gave an order to the huge entity Yin Spirit.

The huge Yin Spirit let out a terrible roar, and the huge body with a thick aura of destruction pressed towards Ling Aotian and the three clones.

"Go!" Ling Aotian shouted, and a huge sword shadow rushed out from front of him, slamming into the Yin Spirit.

"Roar!" the huge Yin Spirit roared, swinging its huge fist like a small mountain, and smashed directly into the huge sword shadow.

While!

As if smashing into an entity's greatsword, the giant sword shadow let out a clear roar, and was smashed upside down by the Yin Spirit's huge fist.

Just as he was in the Lord's time, Ling Aotian's other clone also made a move, and the long sword that shimmered with dazzling light flew towards the huge Yin Spirit.

The Yin Spirit who had just swung his fist and smashed back Ling Aotian's huge sword shadow didn't even glance at the long sword, and directly kicked the long sword away.

The Holy Fate clone also made a move, and he himself rushed towards the huge Yin Spirit together with the phantom on his side.

Rumble!

After an earth-shattering loud bang, the Holy Fate clone collided with the huge Yin Spirit, and with a shock of power, the Holy Fate clone also flew back upside down.

"Hahahaha!" Seeing that Ling Aotian and the two clones were easily blocked by the huge Yin Spirit, Leng Yueji laughed wildly, "Boy, it's useless, Yin Spirit, but it's the most powerful existence in the Netherworld, even if it's a god-level powerhouse, it's impossible to defeat him, you better die!"

Ling Aotian ignored the cold moon marks, and saw that the huge sword shadow was knocked away by the Yin Spirit, and immediately waved the remnant sword in his hand, and the huge sword shadow that was knocked away turned around again and crashed towards the Yin Spirit.

Watching Ling Aotian and the two clones attack the huge Yin Record again and again, only to return again and again in vain, Leng Yueji laughed wildly, as if he had seen the scene of Ling Aotian being torn to pieces by that huge Yin Spirit.

Stopping the battle, the soldiers of the two major alliances who were quietly watching the battle watched in a daze as the huge yin spirit continued to approach Ling Aotian, and for a while they all began to worry about Ling Aotian, at this moment, the soldiers of the two alliances completely forgot their identities, and simply worried about Ling Aotian who was at a disadvantage.

Leng Yueji's laughter was particularly harsh, but Ling Aotian and the two clones didn't have the heart to pay attention to him, at this moment, they were persevering in attacking that huge Yin Spirit.

Under the attack of Ling Aotian and the two clones, when the huge Yin Spirit was about to approach them, the huge sword shadow sent out by Ling Aotian was finally not hit by the huge Yin Spirit again, but directly passed through the Yin Spirit's voice body.

With a loud roar from the Yin Spirit, its body began to become a little more illusory.

After having the first time, next, Ling Aotian and the two clones hit the Yin Spirit several times.

After a series of attacks, the body of the huge yin spirit began to become transparent.

"No! it can't be!" Seeing that the Yin Spirit he had summoned with all his strength was about to collapse by Ling Aotian's attack, Leng Yueji roared angrily.

"Nothing is impossible!" The corners of Ling Aotian's mouth curled slightly, and he continued to control the huge sword shadow and slammed into the Yin Spirit.

"No! I will never let you defeat the Yin Spirits!" Cold Moon Scar roared frantically and rushed towards the Yin Spirit.

"With my blood, sacrifice your soul, you are me, destroy the Yin Spirit!" Leng Yueji roared frantically, waving the long sword in his hand, constantly cutting at his body, and with the swing of his long sword, the blood on his body spilled out like a fountain, flying directly towards the Yin Spirit that was about to collapse.

Nourished by the blood of the cold moon mark, the yin spirit that was about to collapse became solidified again, and the body actually began to glow a little bit of blood red.

"Soul fusion! The undead are here!" Leng Wuxi, who had lost a large amount of blood and became wilting, roared again, and his entire body collapsed in an instant, and pieces of flesh and blood flew towards the huge Yin Spirit, merging with him.

With Leng Yueji's move, the aura of the huge yin spirit became powerful again, and a thick aura of destruction emanated from his body.

"Is it worth it for you to do this?" Ling Aotian asked as he looked at the huge Yin Spirit.