My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 115 It turns out that I am so strong

Xia Anmeng fell into silence.

She is a strangely created being, a person in a mirror, immortal, with infinite energy. Apart from the fact that she has no soul, this seems to be an extremely perfect state.

But this kind of "perfection" still has its shortcomings.

As time goes by, it will eventually dissipate.

She didn't care about anything in the outside world, and she didn't care whether Ye Wuyou told her the news about the outside world.

Because she knew that it didn't make any sense.

But now, when the hope of life was placed before her, her heart, which had been silent for a long time, finally showed a slight shaken that was barely perceptible.

She was silent for a long time.

"It seems that you need to think for a while, no problem."

The fake Ye Wuyou smiled lightly, did not look at her again, but passed by her figure.

Apart from the demon that did not attack them, there were also Fang Ning and the other two who could only sit on the cushions and could not move at all.

There were only two figures left in the field.

Oh, there is also a little monk hiding in the corner, but no one seems to care about him at the moment.

"Look, finally no one comes to disturb us."

The fake Ye Wuyou chuckled, but his fingertips had already grasped the hilt of the knife.

Ye Wuyou slowly drew his sword and said calmly.

"If you want to fight, then fight. Why are you talking nonsense?"

There seemed to be no more words between the two.

Eye contact.

Just a moment.

The energy suddenly appeared, and two figures appeared almost at the same time, rushing towards each other.

Burning blood!

The sword rises with wind and thunder!

Exactly the same moves appeared in the narrow corridor of the hall in an instant.

The only difference, perhaps, is their expressions?

One of them had an arrogant look, disdainful eyes and a hideous smile on his face.

One of them had a calm expression, sharp eyes, and a thoughtful look on his face.

The sound of metal and stone clashing continued to be heard, and the two extremely clear sword lights had now replaced the human figures in the field.

As the fight between the two intensified, the energy burst out and an extremely wild voice was heard in the field.

"My body is immortal and has infinite energy. If you fight me, what can you use? Or are you just going to rely on the life of that slutty fox in your arms?"

During the fight, a flash of white light flew towards Fang Ning and was caught by the latter. It turned out to be Bai Lu.

"Take good care of her." Ye Wuyou said to Fang Ning.

Fang Ning nodded subconsciously, but then fear appeared in her beautiful eyes. She opened her mouth and stretched out her hand to point forward.

An extremely cold yet smiling voice echoed in all directions.

"You still have the energy to care about others? You deserve to die!"

He had just thrown the Bai Lu to Fang Ning, and although it was only for a moment, the fake Ye Wuyou seized the opportunity and slashed it with a knife.

But Ye Wuyou's expression was extremely calm, as if he had known about this scene for a long time.

A dark blue ghost hand spread out and pierced the fake Ye Wuyou's body through.

Immediately afterwards, a sword move created wind and thunder, and the fierce energy was like a whirlpool, directly crushing the opponent's body.

Click, click...

The blade broke into pieces and fell to the ground

It was just an ordinary knife, unable to withstand the huge energy, and it was completely shattered at this moment.

As a replica, the person in the mirror knows all of his own moves, his own formless heart sutra, and maintains a state of "selflessness" at all times.

It has an immortal body and almost boundless aura.

But the weirdness cannot be replicated.

The figure of the fake Ye Wuyou slowly gathered on the other side, still with a smile on his lips, but his eyes were extremely pure.

He was not surprised at all by what happened just now. He deliberately exposed his flaws to lure the other party into the trap, and then killed the other party with his ghost hand in one go.

Because he is Ye Wuyou, he would do the same.

It's just that he doesn't have a "ghost".

He looked at Ye Wuyou quietly and said calmly.

"How many times can you use your ghost? Look at your body. I'm afraid it will be completely corroded."

"Then you don't have to worry about it, killing you is enough." "Wrong, it's better to say that you don't have to worry about it, after all."

They jumped up suddenly, neither of them had any weapons in their hands, and now it was a pure clash of martial arts.

"I am yourself!"

On top of burning blood, burning blood again!

Crazy squeezing out every inch of Qi in one's own acupoints.

Ye Wuyou did not stop there. Facing the fake that was attacking him, his mind moved and a phantom of his soul and Dharma image appeared behind him.

That's a sword.

The phantom of the Dharmadhatu seemed to be endowed with some special moves at this moment. It launched a clear sword move, and the sword created wind and thunder!

Normally, fakes have no soul.

But it is obviously not possible to explain it with common sense at the moment.

Ye Wuyou's figure stayed where he was. He stretched out his hand, pointed lightly forward, and then plucked the air with his five fingers, like a woman playing the piano.

The phantom of the Dharma image and the sound of the zither and sword.

He uttered softly.

[Sound Dao Killer Move - Heavenly Sound Wave]

[Sound Channel Killer Move - Echo Strike]

[Sword Rising from the Wind and Thunder]

Ye Wuyou seemed to understand something in his heart. This was the change that the "Formless Heart Sutra" brought to the other party.

This technique can devour people's souls!
The combination of these three magical powers is even more powerful than the one previously displayed by Fairy Hanyue.

After all, Han Yue was only a crippled fourth realm with half a soul, while the fake Ye Wuyou at this moment was truly at the peak of the third realm Yaoguang, with infinite aura.

There was a loud bang in the field!
Two figures flashed out lightly, one figure was extremely light, while the other retreated several feet.

Ye Wuyou raised his head slightly, a trace of paleness appearing on his face as the blood color faded away.

[You sneered in your heart, how dare I, a mere fake, fight with you!!!]

[This is intolerable! Although the state of no self is powerful, you also have a backup plan to surpass it.]

【Just explode with him! All living things have no form! 】

Ye Wuyou did not enter the second level.

Although all living things are formless and extremely powerful, it does not seem to be the best choice when facing the "self" that cannot be killed in front of them.

"Who says that fakes are inferior to the real thing? Even though you are a miscellaneous cultivator with strange abilities, you are no more than this."

Ye Wuyou chuckled, then he turned slightly and looked at Fang Ning on the side.

"Fang Ning, tell me, who is the real one and who is the fake one?"

There was a hint of warning in his words.

Fang Ning clenched his fists tightly, took a deep breath, and spoke with a firm look.

"You're fake."

The smile on Ye Wuyou's face disappeared in an instant, and he raised his hand, ready to use his Qi.

A fist gust of wind came, Ye Wuyou moved swiftly, and just as his fist was about to hit the opponent, he kicked again.

Ye Wuyou looked indifferent. He was immortal anyway, so what if he was exposed?

But then, his expression paused slightly. Although he was in a state of selflessness without any confusion, his eyes still trembled.

Ye Wuyou kicked the opponent in the crotch, directly shattering his Taoism into dust.

"You really deserve to die!"

The two men gradually fought together.

The magical powers are combined and the shadows of the Dharma images are constantly changing.

Qi, moves, fists and feet, everything, were all played out in full swing at this moment.

Ye Wuyou's complexion became increasingly paler.

He was at a disadvantage and could only defend himself with difficulty.

The other party is in the state of selflessness, and his realm is one level higher than his. Even his use of the Dharma image is much better than his.

Even so, Ye Wuyou's eyes became brighter.

He did this on his own initiative. Even if his opponent was immortal, he would still suffer a huge disadvantage no matter how he fought.

But after several fights, he had a new understanding of the Dharmakaya's phantom. The "meaning" of the Three Realms Yaoguang, which he had never understood before, was also answered at this moment.

I wonder if there is anyone in this world who knows me better than me? The feeling of fighting with a stronger self is really... extremely refreshing!
The fake is like a pioneer of himself, walking in front of himself in the state of "selflessness", exploring and utilizing his infinite possibilities, and showing them to him one by one.

So, can I be so strong...

I have to go out of town tomorrow and come back the day after tomorrow, so the update may be a little late. I don’t know if I can finish it in the early morning... But I will still update
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