Volume 17, Chapter 9, Broken Mirror

Seeing Fang Zong's arrogance and sucking skills, Fang Ling couldn't help but gasp, this thing was too weird, who would have thought that the doppelganger mirror would have such a domineering effect.

At this moment, Fang Zongao had already shot straight like lightning, and with a slash of the sword, a black sword shot out from the knife.

Fang Ling snorted coldly and popped out a finger arrow, although he had not yet practiced any of the finger swords, sword gangs, or qi explosions, but with the skill of the qi realm, it was enough to block the opponent's sword gang.

Dao Gang was blocked by the arrow, and exploded into countless fragments, shooting several knife marks as deep as feet long on the ground at the top of the slope.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Zongao had already rushed to him, slashed with his knife, Fang Ling hurriedly raised the knife and steadily blocked it.

"Hey!" Fang Zongao smiled outwardly, flicked backwards like a ghost, spun around in the air a few times, and landed on another black-clothed masked man, and after reaching out to absorb his power, his cultivation was improved again, reaching the stable period of the Qi Realm.

He laughed, and with a wave of his hand, one after another swords swept in like a whirlwind, and even Fang Ling was forced to dodge again and again.

Fang Zongao fell with one move, and then bounced down behind another black-clothed masked man, every time he attacked Fang Ling, he would absorb the power of a clone, but after five attacks, his cultivation was already about to break through the peak stage of the Transformation Yuan Realm.

And under the opponent's fierce attack, Fang Ling didn't even have a chance to get close to him, and the distance was getting wider and wider.

He was secretly anxious in his heart, the situation of the scene was quite unfavorable to his side, the longer he delayed, the number of soldiers killed in the battle would multiply, and seeing these veterans who followed him die in the hands of these clones, Fang Ling was also heartbroken.

Song Ying'er, who witnessed Fang Ling's hard battle, was worried, but under the obstruction of many black-clothed masked people, there was no way to support Fang Ling.

Fang Zongao exuded a thick black evil aura all over his body, and after cultivating to reach the Transformation Yuan Realm, he rushed towards Fang Ling again, slashing at him casually, shocking him to stagger back, the person was still in the air, Fang Zongao flashed behind him, stretched out his hand and pressed on his back.

Fang Ling's secret path was not good, although his physical body had been refined by the Thunder Tribulation, but if he directly suffered a breath explosion on his back, it would be impossible to be unscathed.

He hurriedly sank his body and fell to the ground, and as soon as his feet landed, Fang Zongao had already come to him, holding Fang Ling's head with one hand, and said with a wicked smile: "King Shicheng, you--also become the doppelganger of this king!"

As soon as these words fell, I saw that a thick black gas emanated from the doppelganger mirror, winding Fang Ling like an octopus tentacle, drilling along the pores towards the body.

The cold stinging pain spread all over his body, Fang Ling only felt as if his whole body was spasmodic, there was a pain that pierced his soul, at this moment, the thunder energy in his body suddenly reacted, forming circles of vortex qi in Fang Ling's body, like a whip that shook these black qi out.

Stimulated by the black qi, a certain part of Lei Jin condensed in Fang Ling's abdomen, forming a fist-sized ball of light.

Feeling the changes in his body, Fang Ling was immediately overjoyed, he had already understood that he wanted to defeat Fang Zongao, who had entered the evil path, and it would definitely not work with ordinary methods, only after approaching him, he used the Immortal Dagger to destroy the doppelganger mirror, but he had never had a chance.