Yuan Huawen was surrounded and fell into shock for a while.

However, the shock was just like a meteor, it flashed, and then he came to his senses, and instead of being shocked, he sneered and said, "Just this little ability? ”

Meng Shuai, who was facing countless people, was expressionless and walked towards him step by step. Yuan Huawen's face was pleasant, and he said, "I understand your plan. You are too far worse than me, if you want to fight for strength, you must not be able to fight. At this time, you don't know what luck you have taken, but you have the opportunity to condense the force field - you also know the weight and the importance of using the attribute of strength to lay the foundation force field, but narrowing the gap between us a little is still a world away in essence, and it is not inevitable that it will not help. It's your sword that goes sideways, and you plan to use sideways means to confront you, trying to get by, isn't it?"

He stood in the center with his hands in his hands, his expression was arrogant, and his tone was confident, as if the phantoms around him were believers who had come to worship him, and he was giving a speech that would benefit all beings, "It's a pity, you are very wrong. The force field is powerful, but it's just a foundation. If you lay the foundation with illusory attributes, and you will go further in the future, it will inevitably be like a castle in the air, and it will not last. The path of supernatural powers is difficult, and I am afraid that the achievements of a lifetime are limited to this. You are so eager for quick success, and you will naturally regret it in the future. ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly showed a sudden look and said, "It's also that I think it's wrong." If you can't pass the current level, you will surely die, and what will not happen in the future? You can carry it clearly, know that the fire burns your eyebrows, and take care of the present. ”

He sneered and said, "It's a pity. Even if you make a desperate bet and even lose your old capital, you still can't change your fate. Let me tell you, what is the crushing of strength!"

As he spoke, there was a slight explosion around him, tearing and tearing, like the sound of a radio tune, but the sound grew louder and denser, causing a chain reaction in the air, and even if it did not appear, it made people feel as if they had seen the magnetic wires in the air burst.

"Yuan Magnetic Wanxian Fist-"

Yuan Huawen swung out his fists, and the surging true power surged, forming two huge fists in the air.

Suddenly, the fist shattered, turned into dozens of small fists, and flew in all directions, and then the small fists were divided into small fists, and scattered again, one into a hundred, and a hundred into ten thousand, so scattered, I don't know how much it was split, and in an instant, the entire space was covered by dense fists.

If you look closely, you can see that the trajectory of these fists is not due east and west, but in an arc, and some are still fluctuating rapidly, as if electromagnetic waves, each fist is a magnetic wave, how much magnetic power he has, how many fist shadows can be turned into how many fists!

Even if Meng Shuai in front of him had dozens of phantoms, how could he have a large number of fists?

In an instant, Meng Shuai's figure was overwhelmed by countless fist shadows, and none of them were missing. In the air, the sound of Yuan Magnetic Explosion was endless, and one phantom after another was torn and shattered.

Yuan Huawen on the opposite side secretly sneered - to deal with the phantom, either it is to break each one until the real body is found, or it is to perceive the virtual reality, go straight to the Yellow Dragon, defeat the real body, and the phantom will naturally annihilate. Of course, there are thousands of means, but in the final analysis, there are only two categories.

But Yuan Huawen didn't take any of them, he directly used his strength to run over, no matter how mysterious Meng Shuai's changes were, they were all shattered, whether it was true or not! Even if Meng Shuai was really hiding in it, he would be seriously injured if he was hit by Wanxian punch, and then he would mobilize the power of Yuan Magnetism and attack from all directions, and he could kill Meng Shuai in an instant.

Just as he thought, under the overwhelming shadow of the magnetic fist, Meng Shuai's dozens of phantoms were all shattered! Each doppelganger shattered into hundreds of pieces and flew out. Yuan Huawen's sneer was even more obvious.

The next moment, however, his smile froze and his pupils shrank.

The fragments scattered out did not disappear, but turned sharply and turned into another Meng Shuai. Falling around him, every piece of fragment was a Meng Shuai, and after dozens of Meng Shuai were shattered, they turned into hundreds, surrounding him.

Yuan Hua's scalp exploded, and it was certainly not good to feel encircled in an instant, let alone in such a strange situation.

Surrounded by thousands of identical people, Yuan Huawen was about to commit a phobia, thinking of the strange scene of being transformed into a thousand people just now, the differentiation of his fist and shadow was like a joke.

Could it be that Meng Shuai really can't be killed, and he can continue to divide indefinitely?

What the hell is this, even earthworms don't do it, right?

Wait a minute...... Fragmented and divided, this scene is familiar......

Yuan Huawen recalled the scene at that moment and had a vague thought, but it was fleeting and didn't catch it at all.

That thought didn't catch, there was a thought, but it was always rooted in his consciousness and never wavered.

"Pretending to be a ghost—" he said word by word, gritting his teeth, "I don't know what the hell you've done, but it's certainly a deception! Your strength is weak, and it is impossible for you to have any strong means, no matter how weird it looks, it is just an opportunistic trick." Give me the original form!"

He roared angrily, and the power of Yuan Magnetism surrounded him, and Zizi's voice was already as deafening as the sound of a cannon salute.

Piercing and roaring, it's a hell of sound.

"Break it for me!" With a roar, the power of Yuan Magnetism exploded!

This time, the power of Yuan Magnetism is no longer condensed into a fist, but returns to the most essential and simple form - infinite power.

The Yuan magnetic force field is already partial to strength, and when Yuan Huawen fought Meng Shuai for the first time, the force field was full of this most essential and pure power. However, at that time, the meta-magnetic force field was only beginning to take shape, and the use of pure power was just that the nature of meta-magnetism had not been brought into play.

And now, the characteristics of the meta-magnetic force field have penetrated into the origin of the force field, although it was broken by Qiu Yizhen once before, and a lot of vitality was lost, but it did not affect the completion of the field, and the power of the meta-magnetic force and the force field itself are still perfectly combined, only one step away, it will be completely fused, becoming a veritable realm main field. At this time, forcibly extracting the meta-magnetic attribute and leaving only the strength is actually a kind of regression.

But he had no choice, what he had to do was to cover the surroundings as much as possible and eliminate all Meng Shuai, which required him to have a huge and broad force, and the power of Yuan Magnetism limited the explosion of pure power, so he had to give up. Although the attack may only contribute to another split in Meng Shuai, it can at least make the eyes clearer.

Let alone...... Yuan Huawen didn't believe that Meng Shuai's move was a powerful stunt anyway, he still thought that it was a trick to pretend to be a god, as long as he tried it again, he would definitely be able to find Meng Shuai's life, and then defeat him like a devastating deterioration.

"Break—"

The huge force centered on Yuan Huawen erupted madly, and the power was like a tornado, raging and rolling around. Everywhere he went, the phantom shattered, not shattered, but blown to pieces—like the doors and windows that could not be spared in the passage of a tornado, flashed a few times, and shattered into thousands of pieces with a "bang".

"Whoa" sounded.

When hundreds of Meng Shuai shattered into pieces, a slight thruff sounded in the depths of the storm, so slight that it was imperceptible in the roar of power.

But one pair of ears pricked up, and keenly caught the voice.

A smile overflowed from the corner of Yuan Huawen's mouth, and then expanded, turning into a wild laugh. Yuan Hua laughed wildly when he heard this, and the laughter rumbled, and together with the power around him, it turned into an endless storm and surged out.

Boom Boom

It took a long time for the storm to subside, and the ground that raged there, with no grass growing, was lifted and sunk several feet down, and from above, the center of the arena became a large pit.

After the wind calmed down, the void flickered, as if shadows had sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

It was a series of figures, each of them dressed the same and with the same face, as carved out of a mold.

Meng Shuai!

Just like last time, one Meng Shuai was broken, and ten hundred Meng Shuai appeared. This wave of storm blew up the hundreds of Meng Shuai who were assembled last time, and this time it was thousands of Meng Shuai who appeared.

A thousand people is already an army. A thousand neatly dressed soldiers lined up together also looked very magnificent, not to mention more than a thousand people with the same head, copied appearance, and dressed exactly the same together?

The huge arena was filled with more than a thousand Meng Shuai, and the end was airtight.

The scene is so oppressive, but the people in the middle are calm.

Yuan Huawen's expression was relaxed, not pretending to be relaxed, but really relaxed, which was completely different from the calm posture he made when he was surrounded by ten hundred Meng Shuai before, suppressing tension.

Half of this ease comes from self-confidence.

Yuan Huawen was full of confidence now, and seemed to be confident, staring at a Meng Shuai in front of him, and said, "Boy, what a good means." ”

This speech, which was similar to the opening statement, was not answered, and the surrounding Meng Shuai had a calm face and headed towards the center, as if he was going to squeeze him to death.

Yuan Huawen didn't seem to have seen it, and said loudly: "It's not that I haven't seen the martial arts that can create clones, but there are great limitations. First, the number of clones is limited, and secondly, they need the support of true qi, and the time is also limited. And once it is broken, it will lose part of its vitality, and it will not be able to make up for it for a while. ”

"Only your phantom martial arts are incredibly powerful. Not only is the number incomparably large, but it is not afraid of destruction, the more it is destroyed, the more it grows, it can grow more than the mushrooms in the corner, and it can grow longer than the weeds on the grassland. And each one of them is so vivid that there is no flaw in it. ”

"Phantoms like this, one or two is not bad, you actually have a thousand. Even if a thousand of them are illusions of ineffective combat, maintaining such an illusion at the same time is a huge project that ordinary people dare not think of in the Chaos Yuan Period. ”

"Yet......" he sneered, "it's because it's so big, it's too terrible, and it's incredible." Among them...... Isn't it going to be boring?"

At this point, he paused, and then sighed faintly:

"Isn't this arena a little too big?"