Mo Bei said nothing, staring at the strange and tricky sword energy, his heart was as calm as water, his face was calm, and there was no ripples. He just walked, but he moved in response.

The strong wind suddenly blew his robes and made a sound.

As the robe swayed, Mo Bei's figure had already started to wander like a snake, shuttled through the dense sword rain and sword energy, at ease.

The sword passes by the rain, and a leaf does not touch the body.

His body speeds up and turns, and he stops, shaking his feet, twisting his ankles, and his seemingly moving forward steps in an instant, and he turns sideways.

His figure is constantly changing, sometimes twisting, sometimes straightening his waist.

With every movement of Mo Bei's slight change, he easily dodged a sharp sword energy.

He had the sword energy in the sky, but he had no choice but to use Mo Bei at all, and he could not hurt a single hair.

Liu Qinghe was furious, and a cold light burst out from his eyes, like a poisonous snake.

"Thirteen Swords of Floating and Down!"

Liu Qinghe's attack suddenly stopped and restrained his power!

His eyebrows were raised and he shouted loudly. The sword in his hand rushed out of nowhere. With the sword lights, countless sword energy emerged out of thin air again.

The distance between Mo Bei and Liu Qing is very far apart, thirty feet away.

But at such a long distance, Liu Qinghe had already set out his sword, flirted, swiped, blocked, and slashed!

He seemed not like he was fighting, but practicing swords. Every time he used a sword, his body would teleport and jump out two feet away!

However, with each sword of Liu Qinghe, he moved again, and an illusory afterimage appeared at the position where he was standing.

The afterimage is exactly the same as Liu Qinghe, with no difference at all, and it cannot be distinguished with the naked eye!

Liu Qinghe's body was extremely fast. In the flash of lightning, he danced his sword in the air and had already swung his sword shadows.

Suddenly, Liu Qinghe, who was exactly the same as five or six paths, was born on the ring in an instant!

Each one had a straight eyebrows, and his eyes were filled with flames of anger, and he wished he could swallow Mo Bei alive!

One becomes two, two becomes four!

The five or six figures danced their swords again, splitting countless human figures. At first glance, the entire arena was covered with Liu Qinghe!

This scene changed everyone's faces.

Long Haotian, who had already finished the competition, suddenly froze and was shocked: "What kind of damn is this strange sword technique! He can even evolve so many figures, so I can't tell it!"

Not only he can't tell it?

Even though many powerful people under the arena could not help but look pale when they saw this scene. They were secretly frightened and were also secretly glad.

Someone smiled and said in amazement: "The Liu Qinghe from the Liu family is indeed extraordinary. He is worthy of being behind the four major geniuses, and he is almost as famous as him!"

"Of course, this is the talented and supernatural power of the Thirteen Dogs Liu family. When you come to Liu Qinghe, you will be able to carry it out!"

Someone nodded and said, "So many figures, which one is true or which one is false? So many of us can't tell it, let alone the Blood Demon. Even if he can tell it, there is not so much time to distinguish it one by one. In this battle, the Blood Demon will definitely lose!"

Long Haotian was furious when he heard this and said angrily: "Don't let your mother gossip, I will never lose in the hands of that bullshit Liu Qinghe!"

After saying this, he was focused again and stared at the situation on the stage nervously. Although he said that, Long Haotian had a cold sweat in his palm, which was obviously also secretly worried for Mo Bei.

at the same time.

"Kill!" All Liu Qinghe shouted at the same time, danced his sword together, and rushed towards Mo Bei.

The dense and dense figures gathered into a torrent, extremely fierce. Wherever they passed, there was a sword light and sword shadow, which was impossible to defend at all. If they were hit, they would probably die under the chaotic sword!

Mo Bei narrowed his eyes and faced Liu Qinghe who came first, slashed down with a sword, and on the side of his body.

Liu Qing and Yi Jian immediately brushed Mo Bei's scalp and passed by.

"There is no sword force, no true energy, it's fake!" Mo Bei's mind changed, his muscles suddenly tense up, his whole body trembled, and a stream of power burst out from his body instantly, swaying out, completely shaking the three or five figures around him.

But then more figures followed, rushing towards them like a torrent.

"Hahaha!"

The countless figures opened their mouths at the same time and sneered unscrupulously: "This is my Liu family's natural magical power. With my sword skills, I have countless clones, I can't kill them, and I can't kill them!"

"The spiritual consciousness cannot tell the truth about my clone! Boy, this time, you are dead!"

Liu Qing and shouted loudly, spreading throughout the ring. The thunderous offensive overwhelmed one wave after another, making people feel scared. The sword energy gathered into rain, extremely dense, and it was overwhelming and bombarded Mo Bei.

"Swish!"

Under the countless sword energy, a sharp sword energy suddenly flashed out, which seemed to be the same as those many sword energy, but the sword energy kept rising, cutting through the void from behind Mo Bei and rushing towards him!

Mo Bei's expression turned up, and a horrifying splendor flashed in his eyes. His body moved, and he took two steps ahead.

"laugh!"

The sharp sword energy instantly cut a half-inch-long hole into the sleeve of Mo Bei's robe.

"Hahaha, little brat, do you know I'm amazing?" Liu Qinghe laughed coldly and arrogantly again in the endless shadows.

Mo Bei lowered his head, looked at the small hole in his sleeve, and the smile outlined at the corner of his mouth slowly dissipated.

At the same time, Mo Bei's eyes suddenly widened, and his powerful and terrifying murderous intent exploded instantly!

Liu Qinghe was still laughing at me: "Die under my sword, you are just grassroots, just be content. My clones are endless, you can't kill me at all...ah!"

Before the last word was spoken, Liu Qinghe's words stopped abruptly. His eyes were wide open, showing great surprise, and he looked at Mo Bei in horror!

Mo Bei burst into an extremely murderous intent, and in an instant he was like a storm, surging fiercely!

Sword Explosion Technique!

The first time, it appeared on the ring!

One move, just one move!

The sword is so powerful that it is terrifying!

"boom!!"

The terrifying sword energy above the green sword kept spreading, destroying and destroying everything. Wherever you pass, everything will turn into powder and destroy it!

Under the illusion arena, Liu Qinghe, who was in a state of meditation, suddenly woke up, his chest fluctuated violently, his heartbeats, and he kept panting, his face was gray and his cold sweat was raining, and he had the most terrifying nightmare.

"Then, what's going on!" Liu Qinghe's face was full of fear, and his body was trembling and trembling, with horror in his eyes.

"This battle, No. 520, against No. 731, No. 520, Mo Bei, win!"

The thick and loud sound on the illusion arena spread throughout the stone platform and fell into Liu Qinghe's ears.

The latter then trembled and looked at Mo Bei: "Mo, Mo Bei! How did he do it!"

"Impossible," Liu Qinghe suppressed the fear in his heart, shook his head constantly, unwilling to admit this fact: "How could I lose? How could I lose in the hands of that grassroots? This is impossible!"

"How did he do it? How did he see through my clone?"

Liu Qinghe was angry and frightened, and he was reluctant to admit it. He thought hard. Many emotions gathered together, which made him feel a little nervous. He looked at Mo Bei and became angry, and pointed at him and shouted: "You are using a fraud! How could you see my clone! No one can see my clone, and the elder can't, you must be using a fraud!"

"Seeing through your clone?"

When Mo Bei heard this, he smiled coldly, his eyes swept over him calmly, and his voice was extremely calm: "Why do you need to see through your clone? If you have to kill ten, hundreds, and thousands of them, you will be done if you kill one sword!"

Hearing this, Liu Qinghe's face suddenly fell to the ground, his eyes were dull and speechless, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

...

"Boss Boss! I'm entering the top 32!"

Long Haotian ran over excitedly and shouted, ignoring the failed disciples, with angry eyes, wishing to peel them off.

"Not bad," Mo Bei nodded and smiled, glanced behind Long Haotian, but no one was seen. Mo Bei couldn't help but ask, "Where is Qinghong? Isn't she competing with you in the same fantasy ring?"

Mo Bei's speech was finished.

"Brother Mo Bei..."

A slightly hoarse and aggrieved voice came over quietly. Mo Bei looked sideways and looked closely and saw Ye Qinghong walking over. Her pretty face collapsed, bitter and incomparable grievances, her slender eyelashes drooped, and her agile eyes were slightly red, looking pitiful.

"I lost..."

Mo Bei couldn't help but smile, reached out and rubbed her head, comforting her: "It's okay. Victory and defeat are common in military affairs. I missed this opportunity, and there is another next time."

"But, but..." Ye Qinghong's big eyes were a little red, her mouth was pursed, and she looked like she was about to cry: "I am still going to enter the finals with Brother Mo Bei."

Long Haotian was careless and indifferent, saying, "What's wrong with you? There are so many strong people in this competition. It's really good that you can get to this point..."

Although he was comforting, he spoke without hesitation.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Bei glared fiercely, scaring Long Haotian so much that he hurriedly shrank his neck and did not dare to say more.

Mo Bei looked at Ye Qinghong again and smiled gently, "You like that first place, Brother Mo Bei will help you pick it back, so what's the difficulty?"

"Really?" Ye Qinghong's somewhat red eyes suddenly shone with a hint of brightness, shining with crystal tears, but there was another surprise on her pretty face.

Mobei focuses on the key points.

"Brother Mo Bei is the most powerful and will definitely win the first place!"

Ye Qinghong's grievances and unhappiness were immediately dispersed a lot, and a small hint of pride appeared on her pretty face.

Ye Qinghong said: "Although I can't enter the top 32, I will win a good result in the qualifying match between the top 33 and 50 behind the top 33 and 50!"
Chapter completed!