After a quick count, there were about a hundred of them. The entire area instantly became deathly silent, and no one could feel the flow of air.
A hundred giant silver swords, a hundred Wen Lanfeng, all stared at Pei Fang. The atmosphere in the air suddenly became tense. Anyone could see that Wen Lanfeng was about to take the initiative to attack …
"They're not phantoms!" Someone below exclaimed, "It's the Qi Manipulation Form. Wen Lanfeng's cultivation has actually reached the realm of Qi Manipulation Form! This is a legendary immortal technique. "
Yan Zhuixing's Demon Eye flickered and found that the hundred Wen Lanfengs were not phantoms. But if they were real, they did not seem to be real. He turned around and asked, "Senior Bing, what's the Qi Manipulation Form?"
Bing Chengzi squinted his eyes and stared at the sky, shaking his head, "It's not the Qi Manipulation Form. It's the Thousand Search Sword Skill's extraordinary Sword-Splitting Art. It's said that when practiced to a high level, one can split into thousands of clones to attack at the same time. That's how the name Thousand Search Sword Skill came about. It seems that Wen Lanfeng has not reached that level yet. "
Yan Zhuixing replied with an "Oh", and those around him who did not understand were enlightened. Looking at the sky again, they found it funny. What a bad karma. Previously, there were six people surrounding Wen Lanfeng, but in the blink of an eye, there were a hundred Wen Lanfengs surrounding him.
"Fatty Pei, make up your mind. I can't wait for too long." This was a threat. The hundred Wen Lanfengs spoke at the same time, and their voices reverberated in the air as if there were a hundred people speaking at the same time.
Wen Lanfeng was still Wen Lanfeng. No matter how ruthless he was, he could not be so ruthless. If it was Yue Qianchou, it would be good if he did not sneak attack. He would definitely not do it in such a dignified manner. He would kill those who deserved to be killed!
"Wen Lanfeng, don't go too far!" Pei Fang held the Blue-faced Bewitching Blade in his hand. Looking around, he found that he had been locked by Wen Lanfeng's aura. He wanted to escape. Although his ability to escape was rare, he did not know if he could escape from Wen Lanfeng's hands. After all, the difference in cultivation was too big.
Yin Baikang and Hu Changshou exchanged glances. They were somewhat pleased with themselves as they waited to see Pei Fang make a fool of himself.
Qi Jiujun was the one who felt the most helpless. Fatty Pei could have stood anywhere, but he just had to stand next to him. Now, he was also surrounded by a hundred Wen Lanfengs. To help or not to help, it was really a headache.
Pei Fang's voice had just fallen when one of the hundred Wen Lanfengs transformed into a white shadow. A cold light flashed like rolling thunder, like a flying immortal from beyond the heavens, and he finally made his move! A simple attack that abandoned all extravagance was unleashed!
Everyone's eyes were unblinking. Qi Jiujun did not have much time to think and subconsciously teleported to Ou Yangda's side.
Pei Fang wasn't someone to be trifled with. After all, he was a late-stage Soul Formation cultivator. The Blueface Demon Saber in his hand glowed with a demonic blue light. It suddenly expanded, forming a saber aura that was more than ten meters long.
"Dang!" The sound reverberated through the heavens and earth. One blue and one white collided, stirring up an uproar. The white shadow disappeared.
Pei Fang calmed down after this exchange. Although his arms were numb from the impact and the blood in his body was tumbling, he realized that the other party was only so-so. It wasn't that he couldn't withstand it. As long as he could withstand it for a while, the others would naturally know what to do if they still cared about their reputation.
However, it was too early for him to be happy. Wen Lanfeng could control more than one avatar at a time.
"Swoosh …" One avatar moved, followed by a second, a third, a fourth …
After Pei Fang dealt with a few, not only did his arms become numb from the impact, but his scalp also felt numb. His heart turned cold. This was because he realized that when one avatar was defeated, another would immediately appear. There were always more than a hundred avatars. If this continued, he wouldn't be able to withstand them for long with his cultivation.
The frequency of Wen Lanfeng's avatars attacking became faster and faster, forcing Pei Fang to use a life-saving move that consumed a lot of his cultivation. He shouted, "Show off my blue face!"
Pei Fang instantly turned into a blue, fat top in the air. A fat top with many blue wings. He spun in the air in a dazzling blue light. It was very beautiful, desperately dealing with the attacks that came like a storm …
"Bang, bang, bang …" The rapid sound of explosions rang in the air. It was simply deafening.
Wen Lanfeng's hundreds of doppelgangers wielded a huge silver sword, bringing out streaks of silver lightning. Just like the battle with Bi Changchun at the Thousand Mile Lake, they transformed into a huge, gorgeous white lotus flower in full bloom …
In the eyes of everyone, in the air, a huge white lotus in full bloom was beating a fat top with blue wings. It looked beautiful, but everyone understood that it was definitely not just beautiful. The power contained in it was terrifying, and they could feel it from the surging aftershocks of the battle.
Everyone could act as if it was none of their business and just watch the show. They didn't know that Pei Fang was already suffering in the battle. In the high-speed rotation, the blue demon saber was constantly switched between his left and right hands. Wen Lanfeng's cultivation was much higher than his. Such a dense frequency of attacks shook his arm until it was numb, and the saber almost fell out of his hand. He simply couldn't hold the saber with one hand, and could only keep switching between both hands.
Pei Fang, who was clenching his teeth and resisting, didn't even realize how ugly his face was. His chubby and rosy face was now as white as a sheet of paper, deathly pale. It was only when blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth and his nose that he felt something was wrong and panicked.
At this point, it was impossible to find a short gap to escape. Wen Lanfeng's attacks were frighteningly dense, and he didn't even have the slightest chance to escape. He also had to desperately protect his body, not daring to show any flaws. Otherwise, under such dense attacks, a small flaw could take his life.
After Yan Zhuixing's demonic eyes flashed, he sighed with lingering fear and said, "Senior Bing, Pei Fang's seven orifices are bleeding. He's already injured, and I'm afraid he can't hold on any longer."
Man Hu and the others turned around. With their cultivation, they couldn't even see the faces of people at such a distance, let alone such a high-tempo and intense battle. Some people around looked at Yan Zhuixing with disdain. The meaning in their eyes was clearly saying, "We can't even see clearly, and you, a puny early stage tribulation passing cultivator, dare to boast shamelessly."
Yan Zhuixing was slightly startled, and he knew that he had forgotten himself. Bing Chengzi, however, was a sensible person. He looked at Yan Zhuixing with some gratification and transmitted a message, "Your demonic eyes have begun to develop?"
Yan Zhuixing smiled faintly and transmitted a message back, "I'm still far from mastery, just a small mastery. However, these messy appearances can't confuse my demonic eyes. Under my demonic eyes, everything is revealed and there's nowhere to hide. "
"Good!" Bing Chengzi uttered a word in satisfaction. He didn't say anything else and continued to watch the battle with a smile on his face.
"Qi Jiujun, Ou Yangda, what are you waiting for? Are you going to watch me die? " Pei Fang's cry for help came from the loud explosions, and he seemed to be crying. It was very urgent!
With such a powerful and intensive attack, the people below felt their blood run cold. Hearing that an expert at the late stage of Soul Formation was beaten to tears, one could imagine the pressure Fatty Pei was under. Fortunately, he was an expert at the late stage of Soul Formation. If it was someone weaker, he would probably die under such attacks.
Qi Jiujun and Ou Yangda, who heard the cry for help, looked at each other and were secretly communicating with each other. Suddenly, Wen Lanfeng's cold snort sounded around them, as if it was directed at the two of them. The two of them glanced around alertly, and their pupils shrank. They saw about two hundred Wen Lanfengs around them, staring at them coldly.
The two of them were speechless. They didn't expect that Wen Lanfeng could create another two hundred doppelgangers to deal with them while fighting one at a time. It was a matter of life and death. They wanted to help, but they were afraid of following in Pei Fang's footsteps. They were vigilant but didn't dare to move.
The people below were in an uproar again. It seemed that Wen Lanfeng was dealing with Pei Fang with ease and didn't use his full strength at all. If so many doppelgangers attacked at the same time, Fatty Pei would probably be finished.
Pei Fang naturally discovered it as well. However, his life was at stake, so it was naturally more important to protect himself. He shouted again, "Yin Baikang, Hu Changshou, quickly come and help me. My Blue Palace has two blue demon beast eggs. I'm willing to give them to you for free after this. "
Yin Baikang and Hu Changshou's eyes suddenly lit up when they heard this. The crowd was even more shocked. Everyone knew that blue demon beasts were not ordinary demon beasts. They were rare spirit beasts in the cultivation world with extraordinary power and could be considered priceless treasures. Fatty Pei's Blue Palace had one, and it was the treasure of the palace. No one expected it to lay eggs.
Yin Baikang transmitted his voice to Hu Changshou, "An adult Blue Demon Beast is more powerful than an Early Spirit Severing Realm expert. This damn fatty is really cunning. The Blue Demon Beast laid eggs, but he didn't even leak a word about it."
Hu Changshou glanced at him. You're even more sinister than him. Who knows what you're doing behind the scenes? Huiyin said, "What do you mean? You want to bet … "
Halfway through the transmission, the two of them jumped in fright at the same time. It was because two hundred Wen Lanfengs had appeared around the two of them, glaring at them like tigers watching their prey, ready to attack at any time.
The two of them immediately became vigilant. Spirit beasts were good, but not as important as their lives! Without their lives, what use would a spirit beast have? Wen Lanfeng's two hundred doppelgangers were truly frightening. His cultivation was a bit unfathomable!
"Hehe! Brother Wen, everyone knows we're enemies with this damn fatty. "Yin Baikang laughed awkwardly. What he meant was, don't listen to this damn fatty's nonsense. We won't help him, don't misunderstand.
The crowd watched Wen Lanfeng fight a late stage Soul Formation expert and intimidate four in a row. They were speechless. They really didn't know how many more doppelgangers he could create.
Pei Fang almost vomited blood from Yin Baikang's words. He was already on the verge of collapse, and now that he was distracted, his weakness was immediately revealed. Not good, but it was already too late. A sharp pain came from his hand, and the blue demon saber had already left his hand. A flurry of footsteps came from all directions, whipping at his body …
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