Horst and Gagallen knew very well that this was just a trick on the part of the Wind Demon. From the very beginning of the cast, it was already very clear. No matter how similar the appearance is disguised, and how fierce the expression on the face is kneaded, the fake is just Lichun after all, and no matter how disguised it is, it will not be able to reproduce the momentum of a real body with flesh and blood.

The Wind Demon will only have one of its own, even if it is through the complete liberation of the strange Noble Phantasm, which has gained wings and floated out of thin air, breaking free from Gagallon's gravitational force field, and adding more clones as a result.

Even so, the two didn't take it too seriously. After all, the phantom is still just a phantom, and no matter how much it increases, it will not be able to pose any substantial threat to its side.

This is the right way it should be, and this is a normal conclusion, provided that there is no external force to hinder it.

Because they didn't know what kind of treasures the Wind Demon would use, and what kind of performance it had.

The Wind Demon will jump up, and quickly bounce again to separate another part, a total of sixteen phantoms, although it looks like a vast pile, but compared to the previous full number of phantoms that are close to a hundred, it is still a little inadequate. The reason why the Wind Demon General itself did not continue to increase the number was naturally due to the performance of his own treasure.

Just blindly moving forward, the same eyes are also moving around quickly, hoping to find the deity among these many illusions.

However, I always felt that something was wrong. The mood they had accumulated over the years of combat experience and training spoke to them like a night breeze rustling the leaves outside the window, gnawing at the depths of their hearts.

Stepping on the ground with one step, the figure of a wind demon burst into Horst's side from the side, even if there were eight more out of thin air, he would not miss it, this was only one of the phantoms that he had just identified, theoretically there would not be any threat, it just played the role of disturbing his own vision.

That's how it should be.

In the end, Horst still dodged and followed the turbulent voice within him. Sensibility triumphs over reason, just like a child who falls hard in a kindergarten and cries because of it, and his father, who is thousands of miles away, even though he has not witnessed this scene, still feels his heart tremble, this is such telepathy.

The razor-sharp bone blade that had been dodged by the Wind Demon had the impression that it should have been a harmless attack on him, cutting off a strand of beard next to his cheek, leaving a shallow trail of blood.

It's not over yet, when facing the other wind demon that he rushed straight over, he didn't have time to be surprised by what was in front of him, but his heart tightened, and a sense of crisis like Fang Cai filled his heart again.

Swinging his sword sideways to block, the [Gold Slashing] with a completely liberated posture was as bright as a ray of light, it was a large pair of scissors, and when this beam of light came sideways, it seemed to completely envelop Horst's predecessor, and it didn't seem that there was any gap at all.

Not only is the attack power outstanding, but even the defense is not negligent at all.

The impact was indeed felt, and Horst's eyes widened in surprise. It shouldn't be like this, most of these wind demons should be phantoms, and only one entity is right.

However, the truth was really told to him, as if pouring a basin of cold water on his head, these wind demons had indeed become entities. Sixteen wind demons in all, not half of them were false, and they all swooped down on them.

Wind Demon General's treasure [Wind Wing] has the ability to transform phantoms into real forms. And he was able to completely manipulate these entity clones with his own strength, and the number of chess pieces that could be manipulated in an instant increased to sixteen times. Once the phantoms exist, they will be able to materialize, so the Wind Demons will no longer have to jump around to keep them alive, and all of them will be quite independent existences.

But even so, [Wind Wing] is just an ordinary treasure, and the reason is that this skill is also quite weak: the time that the physical clone can maintain decreases as the number of clones increases, even if one of them only lasts for a few minutes, sixteen will only exist for a few seconds. In this regard, it is still incomparable to Han Tuo's ability to completely create another clone, this is because the Wind Demon General obviously has the ability to dozens of phantoms, but only sixteen have been created.

Once used, it can't be used for a long time, and every time you use it, it's a very dangerous situation, so it's called a pretty weak skill.

But for the Wind Demon General, a few seconds to complete a battle is enough. High-level battles all take place between lightning and flint.

The Wind Demon swept past the blades of the sharp scissors, turned and fled backwards. Horst, who had successfully defended against an attack, shouted: "Be careful!" was purely a reminder to Gagaren, who was behind him, and the two had not cooperated with each other tacitly once or twice, and each other supported each other's will. This is also the reason why Horst is not too confused even if he encounters something he cannot understand.

The moment the Wind Demon turned, the large wings it was carrying stabbed at the back shoulder of Horst at an eerie angle, a dead spot that was difficult for most swordsmen to defend. It seems that the Wind Demon General's hazy wind wings are not only used as a power-up item, but also as a means of attack.

Despite its faint and ethereal wings, which are as ethereal as fluorescent, the sharp and shiny feathers that line its wings are not bluffing. If you are slashed lightly, the human limb will surely be broken as a result, with a complete and sleek cross-section.

And that's not to worry about Horst. The huge scissors flipped nimbly on his wrist like a torch on the acrobat's body, and his backhand blocked an attack from the Wind Demon, using the force of his wrist to shake it away.

Not only that, but he continued to swing the huge scissors in his hand loudly, and fought with several wind demons beside him very quickly. The seemingly slow but very precise swordsmanship - although it is with large scissors, it can still be called a sword art - swirls back and forth between the wind demons who pounce like a mad dog, not only blocking all the attacks, but also taking advantage of the gap to counterattack several times. actually dragged most of the wind demons in place with his own strength.

Looking back at Gagaren, he had already given up his offensive stance, and with a heavy step belonging to the Great Giant Bear, he rolled into a large sphere.

Because he was wearing armor, he was able to do it, and the kind of armor that was hard in texture was rolled into the shape of a large ball by Gagallen. The uncovered skin was exposed, defended by the curled up body. The burly bear like a mountain bag makes this kind of action, and there is an indescribable funny feeling.

But it doesn't matter. Few people care about the beauty of the moves, which are not worth mentioning at all compared to life. With the exception of some perfectionists or those who love beauty, most fighters still presuppose the efficiency of their moves.

For example. The remaining Wind Demons swooped down on him like locusts, their bone blades and wings together, and the sound of slashing sounded like fireworks, and the sparks covered almost all of Gagallen's entire body, which showed that the attack was so rapid and dense.

But Gagallen himself was unscathed. There wasn't even a single crack left in the tightly clasped body, and with the weak attack power of the Wind Demon, he couldn't do anything with his hard armor. This kind of behavior is as futile as hammering a rock with a fist made of flesh and blood. Of course, it is the standard of ordinary people, and for people like Horst, one punch is more than enough to smash the rock.

Even with such a painless attack, Gagallen himself did not have the temper to stand here in vain, and from the gap between the slightly open armor, he was also calmly observing the outside, hoping with the keen sixth sense of the beast to find some clues.

He found out in the end.

There were as many as sixteen wind demons, and in their rapid rhythm, coupled with the wind wings made of hazy phantom light, all this set off the scenery even more blurred.

It was also with the help of this vague scene that a figure stood far away from them, not joining the battle, but just watching all this.

This battle is not an illusion, and the battle for life is indeed happening here. The three of them are not mediocre hands, they all represent the existence of the most powerful combat power of each other's camps, two against one, the wind demon was overwhelmingly insufficient in number back then, and a little negligence was probably the result of killing on the spot.

Fear of death is not such a shameful act at any time.

Although it's ugly, it's probably because I'm afraid of death from defeat, so I've become a bystander, and I'm just manipulating my own clone to fight. Gagallen thought to himself. But this cowardice, whether right or wrong, at least at this moment, does show its flaws.

"There it is!!" Gégalon roared, and a huge ball of his own body rolled with a crushing momentum. Because the impression of giving people like a rock is too strong, many wind demons, no, it should be said that the will of one person who manipulates these wind demon clones has not yet reacted, it is just like the momentum of thunder stone rolling, and it is directly crushed forward, causing a wind demon who rushed over directly in front of him to make an attack posture to dodge and was crushed into meat sauce raw.

The clone turned into a thick blue particle of light and disappeared into the night sky.

The direction Gagallen was aiming was the one who had been guided by the Wind Demon, who had a rather strange posture and behavior. In a short period of time, the rolling speed of the huge body has reached a very high level, just like the top supercar in the world with tens of millions of dollars, after a few seconds of acceleration, the powerful engine braking has already reached the maximum speed of the whole car.

That resolute murderous aura was so fierce that it was like a steel knife jumping over the group of demonic beasts and stabbing directly into the prey of its target. Directly stabbed into the target's heart, only to see the wind demon's body tremble violently.

Then he waved his arms frantically, as if the situation was urgent and he had to use his hands to manipulate the movements of these doppelgangers.

Several wind demons rushed from the side to block the large ball of flesh of Gagallen, and the thick blue magic formed a spiral-shaped vortex on the arm, winding into a large drill mana mimic weapon. Wielding such a magic drill, he fiercely smashed towards Gagaren, hoping to block the momentum of the big meat ball.

But it didn't stop. The drill of magic power shattered after a fierce swing, and even the wind demon with the wielding drill was not spared, and before he could escape, he was rolled into the tumbling ball of flesh and crushed into slag, and then turned into particles of light and disappeared.

The clones are not conscious, and they are all controlled by the Wind Demon on their own, so even if it is such a dangerous move, as long as the order is given from the consciousness, they will not hesitate to carry it out.

It's not that I didn't expect it to be unstoppable at first, and what the Wind Demon will do is just try one of the many possibilities, and it's a no-brainer idea. But it gave Gagallen the feeling of grasping its handle.

Since he deliberately sent a clone to protect his own integrity, it seems that this wind demon is indeed the real body. What was happening in front of him gave him such a conviction

The Wind Demon smacked his tongue angrily, flapped his wings, and the wind wings lit up in the wind and made a buzzing sound of flapping wings, as if he wanted to avoid the edge of Gagalen's rolling attack for the next moment.

"How can you succeed!!" Horst, who still had a part of his spirit to watch the battle situation here, roared loudly, and a big spinner slashed through the big circle with sharp scissors, and there was a light green magic that stretched out as an extension of the sword body on the blade, resulting in a radius of several meters to say the least, and such a blow temporarily forced the fierce wind demons away from their side.

I bought a little time, a little time enough to use my skills.

The scissors nimbly flipped a circle in Horst's hand and stabbed hard at the ground under his feet. The ground beneath his feet was empty, and there were no hidden enemies to hide underfoot. A sword piercing it will only stick the sword into the dirt, and it will seem to have no effect at all.

But it actually worked, because there was a real touch of slashing something, and it passed from the hilt of the sword to his hand.

The skill of the Diamond Treasure [Gold Chop]: Space Cut, even if it is separated by a considerable distance, it can really hit your target after that, which is quite a powerful skill.

Before the Wind Demon could spread its wings and open its wings, a top-down attack severed its wings from the root. The Wind Demon, who had just jumped up, fell heavily to the ground in the next moment, splashing up dust.

It's a perfect combination of offense and defense.

When the Wind Demon got up again, Gagallon had rolled in front of it. Rushan's huge body was instantly released from the shape of the ball, like a squid suddenly opening its tentacles when it approached its prey, and its entire body doubled in size in an instant.

Gagallon, who acted like this, shrouded the target's wind demon in his arms.

"Caught!" Gégalen muttered.

"It's not him!" Horst yelled at this time. (To be continued.) )