What shocked Ding Xiaoyi was that

I saw countless figures shooting from a distance, country.

And these figures look exactly the same as him, not only in appearance, but also in temperament.

And every Ding Xiaoyi's eyes were replaced by long swords,

Ding Xiaoyi's heart twitched fiercely.

Looking at the countless figures surrounding him, he felt a solemn surge in his heart that he had never felt before.

He's just a random drawing,

Unexpectedly, he was brought into the void by the painter.

And his eyes became two sharp swords,

Not only his own eyes, but also the countless selves that shot out of the void.

"Kill them, and you'll be able to get through."

The painter's warm voice echoed in Ding Xiaoyi's ears, but Ding Xiaoyi's face became extremely ugly.

Countless swords in their hands shot at themselves,

The long swords in their hands were even more dazzling, and each of them carried a transcendent momentum.

A sword stirred up a dazzling cold,

A long sword in his hand unceremoniously slashed down towards him,

And Ding Xiaoyi hurriedly raised his sword to resist.

"Bell" sound,

The long sword in his own hand slashed the long sword in his hand,

A Shen Xiong's impact poured down from the long sword.

Ding Xiaoyi only felt that his body was staggered by the violent impact,

He hasn't reacted yet,

Several more long swords condensed the aura of death and attacked the vital points around him.

Each of them is as strong as himself,

And they are not afraid of life and death, like a group of crazy beasts.

Ding Xiaoyi only felt a pressure that he had never felt before.

He raised the long sword in his hand and kept resisting round after round of attacks,

And layers of sword light and shadows had already appeared around him, and the power of each sword ray was no less than his strength.

He spun around him,

He knows his own strength, and the countless Dao his own strength is the same as his own.

It's the same move, and it's the same realm cultivation of the Nine Rank Great Grandmaster.

"Zheng ......",

Two long swords slashed head-on.

Ding Xiaoyi was caught off guard,

The long sword in his hand struggled to block, and the two long swords pressed down with gravity like a mountain.

Ding Xiaoyi's body shook a few times,

The tremendous force of the impact burst through his chest, causing a fishy sweet breath to gush out of his chest.

And behind him,

Several more long swords struck with a whistling sound.

Ding Xiaoyi endured the churning of blood in his chest,

He stepped on the star dou footwork under his feet,

His body turned into a wisp of clear smoke, narrowly avoiding the fatal blows.

And as soon as his figure stood firm,

Several more whistling sounds of breaking the air enveloped him,

Ding Xiaoyi has been completely suppressed by countless himself.

He could only keep turning his body,

Dodged round after round of attacks.

And he didn't hurt himself, which made him feel very aggrieved.

"Drunk, the sword is like frost",

Ding Xiaoyi shouted in a deep voice.

The long sword in his hand stirred up a sword like frost,

The sword shot wildly towards the besieging self.

And then a scene that made his scalp tingle,

I saw that several long swords in his hands also stirred up swords like frost,

The power of each sword is no less than that of the sword in his hand.

Several frost-like swords shot towards him,

Ding Xiaoyi was immediately frightened.

His feet slipped,

His body turned into a wisp of green smoke, and only then did he dodge the several frost-like sword rays.

It's a barrier that can't be solved.

Countless of themselves stand in the air.

Although they were not in a hurry to make a move, more than a dozen of their own offensives had already put themselves in a crisis.

"Hiss",

Ding Xiaoyi's shoulder was hit by a long sword in his other hand,

A tearing pain immediately surged from his shoulder, and the sword momentum poured into his body like a broken bamboo.

That sword aura has a cold aura like ten thousand years of ice,

made his whole body shudder, but he didn't expect that he was being hunted down by himself.

"Wow",

Just when Ding Xiaoyi's body trembled,

Another sword light flashed in his sight, and his pupils shrank slightly.

The sword light is unpretentious,

But with supreme power, it shot towards him.

Ding Xiaoyi trembled,

Isn't this his own trick "drunk, unparalleled sword qi", he immediately turned his body to escape the sword.

And at this time,

He heard the trembling roar of the void again,

He saw several long swords expand in his eyes, each one condensed with an unpretentious sword light.

Though every long sword is not fast,

But the void cracked open inch by inch above the long sword.

Ding Xiaoyi felt extremely desperate, but he didn't expect that he would be chased and killed by his own sword.

"Hurry up and break the formation, you don't have much time."

The painter's warm voice came into Ding Xiaoyi's ears again, which made Ding Xiaoyi's heart begin to twitch.

"Die and die",

Ding Xiaoyi gritted his teeth,

He raised the sword in his hand and shot at one of himself, but he ignored the swords that were fired at him.

"Poof",

Ding Xiaoyi pierced the throat of the other self with a sword,

At this time, several long swords had pierced into his body.

A tearing pain poured out of his body like a tide,

However, each sword only pierced into his body, and did not reach the fatal injury.

The self who was blocked by his own sword suddenly exploded open,

And at this time, the other self that exploded shot out two rays of ghostly light,

The two rays of light disappeared into his eyes.

And at this time,

Ding Xiaoyi found some changes in his eyes,

He saw the countless meridians in his own body, which fell into his eyes with great clarity.

Is this a flaw?

If he gets more eyes of the twin swords, he can find more flaws, and Ding Xiaoyi is overjoyed.

"Wow",

Just when Ding Xiaoyi was overjoyed,

Countless sharp sounds of breaking the air came into his ears,

His heart was shocked, and he found that the countless swords of those who had not moved had been raised.

And the power condensed on each long sword is no less than the move of 'drunk, unparalleled sword qi',

Ding Xiaoyi was so frightened that he turned around and fled, he knew the power of this sword.

And there are countless of them who have used that sword move,

How can he have a chance to live, his figure can't stop shuttling among these countless selves.

But he was still intercepted by those who were themselves,

Ding Xiaoyi's face is like ashes,

At this time, the light in his eyes flashed, and he saw countless clusters of light in his body that were not dazzling.

Ding Xiaoyi's body is together,

The long sword in his hand shot away with a thunderous momentum, and at this time, countless long swords also came towards him.

'Bang',

The long sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand struck on the inconspicuous ball of his other body,

And his body was also sturdy and stabbed.

Ding Xiaoyi's body was almost torn apart by the swords,

At this time, his body was already covered with blood, and the sharp pain around his body made him grin his teeth.

And the body of the other self who was hit suddenly exploded open,

Two more rays of light disappeared into his eyes, and Ding Xiaoyi was overjoyed.

As those two rays of light sank into his eyes,

He noticed that his injuries were slowly beginning to heal, and he felt that the rest of his self seemed to move much slower.

The strange thing really appeared on the pair of sword eyes on his drawing,

Ding Xiaoyi walked among these themselves,

When his sword flashed, another of his own bodies exploded.

It seems that a pattern has been found,

Ding Xiaoyi has already seen that this group of selves is not the real self, they are just some copies.

"The time is almost up",

The painter's unhurried voice sounded again.

And Ding Xiaoyi no longer has the same haste and panic as he did at the beginning,

The sword light in his hand flashed, and several figures exploded.

"It's Time",

The long sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand killed the last one himself,

The painter's voice had reached his ears, and he unhurriedly withdrew his sword.

The void twisted,

Ding Xiaoyi only felt that the surrounding environment changed,

He returned to the lobby of the Heavenly Immortal Tower, but the painter had a warm smile on his face.