Volume 17, Chapter 8: The Mystery of the Doppelganger Mirror

"Is it a coincidence?" Fang Zong smiled arrogantly and deeply, stared at Fang Ling and said, "Although you held this king hostage, it was because I held your grandfather hostage first, although you defeated my army of eight kings, killed the northern generals, and captured the western generals, but this king does not blame you at all, on the contrary, this king admires your talent very much, as long as you can cooperate with this king, it is not a problem to seek hegemony." ”

Fang Ling laughed, then glanced around him and said, "Uncle Huang only has 2,000 people left around him, I don't know what to convince me of your talents?"

Fang Zong smiled arrogantly and evilly: "Although you have a large number of people, Uncle Huang, I have also come prepared." After speaking, he raised his head to the sky and roared, only to see black shadows rising from the surrounding tents, and when the black shadows landed, Shichengguo gasped up and down.

The line was a hundred people, each dressed in black and wearing a black and white mask. Although there are not many people, their cultivation is terrifying, and they are all masters of the Qi Realm!

The martial artists of the Qi Realm are comparable to a sect master, it is usually difficult to see one, but now a hundred of them are standing here, how can it not be shocking?

To achieve this level of cultivation, it is enough to defeat one hundred, that is to say, just one hundred people are enough to resist an army of 10,000 people, not to mention that there are 2,000 forbidden troops!

The forbidden soldiers were suddenly in high spirits, and their morale was immediately high, although the soldiers of Shicheng Kingdom were not afraid, but their faces obviously changed slightly.

"Your Highness......" Song Ying'er couldn't help but whisper.

Of course, Fang Ling understood what Song Ying'er had not said, these hundred Qi Realm masters were only afraid that they were all Fang Zong's arrogant clones, which was why they were all wearing masks.

This King of Yizhou is simply a madman, from the time the doppelganger mirror fell into his hands to the present, the time is afraid that it will not take more than half a month, and in just this half a month, he has actually made more than a hundred doppelgangers!

Although I don't know what the price is, it makes the battle situation heavy all of a sudden.

Although the army under his command did not suffer much loss just now, it consumed a lot of physical energy, and now if he starts a war with this hundred elements of qi realm masters, plus 2,000 forbidden troops, it is really unknown who will kill the deer.

No wonder Fang Zongao is so calm and relaxed, if he has so many clones, then he is really not afraid of going anywhere.

The big battle was about to break out, Fang Ling quickly thought about it, this battle must be fought, although the opponent is very strong, but there is still a fatal weakness, that is, Fang Zongjiao!

Yes, as long as he captures the arrogance, this hundredfold will be useless immediately, as soon as he thinks of this, Fang Ling has already made a decision in his heart.

At this time, Fang Zongao had already said proudly: "If you want to make up this hundred masters, even if you are the King of Shicheng, you can't reach it, I advise you to cooperate with me, otherwise with these people around you, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you!"

Fang Ling smiled coldly, bowed his body slightly, and a word burst out between his teeth: "Kill!"

As soon as the killing word came out, the battle momentum rose sharply, Fang Ling came out, and with a wave of the knife, he rushed towards a black-clothed masked man in front of him, the black-clothed masked man sneered, and the war knife in his hand turned into a rolling silver snake and rolled towards Fang Ling.