From a young medicine seller to a Taoist master

However, the clone became angry and unleashed its true combat power, with even greater power than before.

Yingchuan also took the initiative to greet him, and was equally fearless of him, wanting to see what his shortcomings were.

Standing here with one man and one sword, he is truly a peerless figure, just like a sword immortal.

He turned around and knocked the sword out of the man's hand with one punch, then punched him on the head again, piercing it through again, without holding back at all, showing great strength.

What followed was an even more frenzied attack, which was extremely disadvantageous to Yingchuan. Yingchuan's physical body was already injured, and he had infinite recovery time. He could not outlast the attack and could only outsmart him.

Yingchuan's third eye opened, emitting a dazzling light, so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it. This was one of the magical powers of the third eye, specifically targeting spiritual creatures, especially the clone in front of him.

But it is impossible to gain the upper hand so easily.

The fist light, the shocking fist light, Yingchuan was beaten back step by step. He felt a familiar feeling from it, it was the fist spirit. He couldn't believe that a clone could actually stand in it.

The sword in the copied body's hand flashed coldly, and Youlong swung out a sword, which was extremely shocking. The two swords collided when they chopped down. The strength of the two was almost the same, and it was difficult to tell who was better, so they were equal.

The sword wind whizzed past, making people feel a tingling sensation on their skin. The sword flashed, thunder roared, and it turned into a blow from Lei Ting, forcing the clone to retreat.

The fighting power of the two is terrifying. It doesn't matter whether they are in the Nascent Soul stage or not. If other people see them, they will definitely be amazed.

The sky was filled with karmic light that rose up and turned into the roars of dragons and tigers. Yingchuan formed seals with his hands and a light flashed on the sword.

The hissing sound continued to be heard. He moved forward without stopping. His attack was unparalleled and his spells were flying everywhere. Simple spells were of no use at this time. What was needed was a real killing move.

The sword roared, mobilizing dragon energy, and the dragon soared and the tiger roared. The clone was not willing to be outdone, and as the sword light flowed, the sword intent rose, and it fought with Yingchuan at this time.

It has to be said that this is a great opportunity for Yingchuan, and his understanding of the meaning of sword and fist has continued to deepen.

If you want to be like the King of Wei, in addition to throwing millions of punches, you must also truly understand the meaning. Boxing is about the meaning rather than the form, and you must return to simplicity and nature.

The swords flashed and shadows overlapped, and the two fought fiercely. Yingchuan blew up the clones several times, but recovered quickly. However, he was seriously injured. Although he was recovering slowly, he could not keep up with the speed of injury. If he continued to waste time like this, Yingchuan would die.

The entire small space is closed and all the scenes around it are fake.

Another punch, and Yingchuan was knocked flying. He had never suffered such a loss before.

The Heavenly Eye opened and searched for a solution. This place was composed of a large formation, but unfortunately, this formation was connected to the entire pyramid. It was composed of ancient runes and ancient formations and was extremely mysterious.

Judging from Yingchuan’s current attainments in formation, it is like a heavenly book.

Unable to break it, Yingchuan was now a little impatient. The clone in front of him showed a sneer, as if mocking Yingchuan's useless efforts.

The two collided violently again, and the roar was endless.

A punch like a meteor passed through the space and hit Yingchuan's abdomen, piercing his abdomen.

Yingchuan had never suffered such an injury before. His blood energy dropped and blood flowed out like a stream. It was not easy for him to copy himself, and Yingchuan almost cut off his upper body with one sword.

The two men distanced themselves from each other, Yingchuan quickly swallowed the pill, and his injuries were slowly recovering.

It seems that I really lack treatment methods. Simple treatment techniques are no longer of any use. Yingchuan frowned, his face extremely gloomy.

……

Where is that person you are talking about? I clearly saw him walking towards this side just now, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The people who came in later were a little confused.

However, he didn't care about Yingchuan's life or death. He was just worried about the disappearance of a scout, because everyone is afraid of death.

Suddenly everyone around them disappeared and they were left alone, and they were terrified.

This is what happened, they were suspicious, and the same clone appeared in front of them.

……

Ying Chuan, who was facing the clone, suddenly felt that the power of the clone had declined a lot. He was confused and didn't understand what was going on.

The clone's power decreased, and Yingchuan's condition was not very good either, but now Yingchuan's pressure has been greatly reduced.

He had a guess in his mind, which was the most likely explanation. The spiritual power of the formation was limited. It could be seen from the previous sword formation that the spiritual power was insufficient to be fully exerted, otherwise he would not have broken the formation so easily.

Now that someone is sharing the pressure with him, Yingchuan also attacks decisively and forcefully.

He also responded with a sneer. Hasn't he heard that there is always a way out? No matter how difficult the situation is, there is always a glimmer of hope.

His attack was extremely powerful. He formed seals with his hands to form a strike, using the Void Finger. The offensive methods in the jade token were extremely powerful and were most suitable for the human race. However, Yingchuan's cultivation was not high enough and he could not fully utilize them.

The void broke, and a finger with flashing runes pointed out from it, shattering everything.

A finger pressed forward, and although the clone's power was greatly reduced, it depends on who you compare with, just like beating a dog depends on its owner. The foundation is still there, and he formed seals with his hands, and a formation talisman appeared.

The two came into contact, and two completely different forces collided, but in the end Yingchuan was slightly better, and his body collapsed. Although he recovered again, he was just barely alive now, and was no longer Yingchuan's opponent, and was suppressed.

Yingchuan saw the hope of survival, so he naturally gave his all. The royal dragon energy was suspended on his sword, his martial arts was unparalleled, and every move he made showed his dominance.

The clone was defeated step by step. Even if it recovered instantly every time it was beaten, it could not hide its momentum. But how could it be so easy? Suddenly, something strange happened.

Yingchuan sensed something was wrong, so he withdrew his attack and moved away.

The clone itself underwent a huge change. A bloody red light flashed and a large formation appeared beside the clone. Its combat power skyrocketed. It no longer cared about itself and wanted to kill Yingchuan by exchanging injuries for injuries.

Ying Chuan looked extremely bad, he was in real trouble now, he would be killed if he wasn't exhausted to death, so he changed his stance and focused on defense.

Even if the clone's combat power increased dramatically, it only returned to the same level as Yingchuan. It was impossible for other people to be killed so quickly, and it was impossible for him to break through Yingchuan's defense quickly.

Yingchuan's defense was still easy. His clone stood in the sword's intent again and his combat power increased again.

Yingchuan was still unable to compete with it. Millions of strikes turned into one, demonstrating the most essential appearance of the sword.

Yingchuan couldn't help but be fascinated. The sword techniques of the two slowly merged into one, returning to basics. Yingchuan felt familiar again, but there was a screen above his head restricting him. However, he was slowly breaking through, and the membrane became thinner and thinner.