Step Back! Master is Here!

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Ao Yu clapped his hands fiercely, and suddenly understood why when he saw the appearance of "God Buddha" that day, he would have a little familiar feeling.

Not only him, but Zhao Hongzhang and Kong Ming also felt a little familiar when they saw it.

The vague image of that day was Tang Luo at all, this guy was imitating Tang Luo, no wonder!

Really wit.

Yes, only Tang Xuanzhang can defeat Tang Xuanzhang.

From Ao Yulie's point of view, Master is getting stronger and stronger, and even if he is here, he can play a five-five, only Tang Xuanzhang can defeat Tang Xuanzhang.

Tang Luo looked at the "self" in front of him, and when he heard that, he almost laughed: "Are you a Bateman?"

This comes from the character Batman in "Our Moms Are Martha."

The fantasy **** who appeared in Tangluo's face did not smile, his hands were crossed on his chest: "Amitabha, the sinner of the donor is so high that it should be saved."

"Oh, interesting." Tang Luo smiled, "try it, see if you imitate it!"

With that said, take a step forward and appear in front of the fantasy god, raising your hand is a palm.

Illusion God also raised his hand and attacked Tang Luo.

The palms collided, and the illusion turned into a puff of blood and mist.

Tang Luo frowned. Was it too weak?

If you are so weak, don't appear in this image. There is a strange feeling of shame.

"... That's it?" Ao Yulie, on the top of the building, was also very disappointed. You fought such a big battle, and the appearance was very windy. You thought it was a little special.

Tang Luo shook his head, and he was going to solve all the remaining demon walking.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the illusion **** appeared in the image of Tang Luo.

A tall palm shadow converged and shot to Tang Luo.

"Big handprint?" Tang Luo also used big handprints to match them. The result was the same as the first time. The other hand's big handprints were broken. The second time, Tang Luo was transformed into a thick mist of blood.

It didn't take long before this time, the illusion **** appeared again.

Killed by Don Luo.

Reappear, die again, reappear, die again!

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound, the palm of the magical **** catching Tang Luo's fist, his face intoxicated: "What a powerful force, as vast as the sea ..."

"..." Tang Luo's fist turned, and the power of rotation shattered the illusion god's right arm, while a whip leg was drawn towards the illusion god.

The fantasy **** barely resisted twice and was killed by Tang Luo.

"Don't say such disgusting words with my face," Tang Luo said.

Turning into his appearance, Tang Luo was not angry, but it was wrong for you to say this with such a wretched expression.

"Hahaha ..." The magical laughter came from above Tang Luo.

He appeared in the higher sky, with his head and feet, his hands in front of him, and then pushed out with a single palm.

A huge palm shadow emerged from the sky!

The magnificent handprint of glazed nirvana!

Already, Tang Luo had the power of holding the island.

"Master, every time he seems to die, he gets closer to you?" Ao Yulie said.

Tangluo stood still in the air, never flickered, and launched with the same palm.

Nuoda's palm shadow greeted the giant palm that fell from the sky. At first glance, the palms were exactly the same.

It was just the result of the collision, but the giant palm falling from the sky was broken, but this time the illusion **** was not seriously injured, but he was flying high.

The other hand draws amulet in the void, and even draws a few blood amulets.

The blood rune entered into the body, Guanghua flashed, and the fantasy **** rushed to Tang Luo actively.

Slightly closer, both hands of the illusion **** shook their fists at the same time. In a flash, Mantianquan was condensed, which is another magical power often used by Tang Luo-Qianshou cannot defend!

Tang Luo frowned slightly, his right hand was not moved, and his left hand could not prevent it with one hand.

As the two waves collided, the palm shadow fist collided, and the ripples spread.

The wind was rolled up, but all passed through the sky, dispersing the thick clouds in the sky without affecting the others.

The result this time was still defeated by the fantasy god, and Tang Luo shot it in Tian Lingge.

The head was plunged into the chest cavity, and the shrinking corpse fell from the sky, but in the middle of it, an invisible force merged into it, allowing the illusion **** to "resurrect" again.

After "resurrection", the strength increased again, and the feeling between the eyebrows became more and more like Tang Luo.

If you said that there were only nine fractals and one fractal, now you have ten fractals and five fractals.

Not to mention strangers, even those who are more familiar with Tang Luo, Kong Ming can never tell the two Tang Luo in the sky, which one is the real Tang Xuanzhang.

You have to change them for Ao Yulie.

Well, Yang Ye can do it too. If he can't tell the first punch, it will be a fake.

"It's not all that. I seem to know what the" principle "is." Tang Luo said to Ao Yulie. He didn't go to see the illusion gods who became more and more like himself, but to those who were stronger The gods who want to retreat but can't retreat walk.

These gods walk every time they want to sneak away or do something.

Tang Luo, who is still fighting against the fantasy gods, will lock them down for the first time, so that many gods and walkers will give birth to the feeling that they cannot move, and will die if they move.

Including Jiang Junren, who was angry over the death of a friend.

It seemed that an invisible mountain was pressed on his body, making him unable to move. No matter how he struggled, he was like a monkey monkey pressed under Wuzhishan, or Wuzhishan with a stick.

Did not care about the magic god, Tang Luo bowed his head and walked toward the gods and demons under his feet and punched.

The violent power surged out of the punches, and attacked the gods and walked.

Before they waited for resistance, the magic **** suddenly appeared, and the mysterious gold was immortal, blocking Tang Luo's punch: "Your opponent is me."

Raise your hand and point out your right index finger towards Tang Luo.

Turning fingers into life!

Power condensed at the fingertips, as if a black hole that wiped out everything was formed, even the light was swallowed up.

In the face of the resurrection of "self", Tang Luo was too lazy to show his magical powers this time, and waved his hands at will, like flying a fly.

Pump the illusion **** directly, and punch down.

Hundreds of gods walked without even a trace of resistance and were buried under Tang Luoquan.

Then Tang Luo looked into the sky and rolled. He finally managed to stabilize his body, and the illusion of a shocked expression on his face: "It really looks like this."

"Master, didn't you get closer to you once you died?" Ao Yulie asked.

"No, at least not purely, his strengthening is actually related to these demon walking." Tang Luo pointed to the demon walking under his feet.

It was these gods and monsters' fears and fears of Tang Luo, and even when they knew that Tang Luo existed, they were gathered by fantasy gods into another "Tang Xuanzhang" close to Tang Luo.

This is also the reason why fantasy gods pretend to be ghosts, issue "missions", and instigate the demon to walk and siege Tang Luo.

Besieged Tang Xuanzhang? No, but to "close" to Tang Xuanzhang.

Poor Lu Jingtian was used by the phantom as a chess piece, but thought it was a rare opportunity.

When Tang Luo killed hundreds of gods in one stroke and walked, it was obvious that the magical spirit on the other side was unstable.

Thousands can't defend!

Palm shadow, boxing strength, eagle claws, and various kinds of attacks from illusion gods attack Tang Luo from all directions, which will be completely shrouded.

Tang Luo flickered, rarely dodging once, thousands of hands could not be avoided by him.

His man appeared next to the illusion **** and struck with his hand.

The fantasy **** closed his hand to resist, and Tang Luo interrupted his right arm.

"Let me see how far you can imitate," Tang Luo said, looking at the gloomy illusion.

death! regeneration! death! regeneration!

In less than five minutes, Tang Luo was killed ten times by Tang Luo and regenerated ten times, each time becoming stronger and more like Tang Luo.

However, no matter how strong he becomes, he is still vulnerable to Tang Luo.

"puff!"

The illusion **** reappeared, but this time he did not wait for him to become stronger, but spit out a large mouthful of blood, and cracks spread on his body, just like the porcelain that was about to break.

"At the limit?" Tang Luo said looking at the illusion.

The look on Tang Shen's face that belonged to Tang Luo disappeared, replaced with his own emotion, and showed an excited smile: "I thought you were a sea, but I was wrong. You are far more than that!"

Vast starry sky, endless abyss!

This is the power that Tang Xuanzhang has.

Phantom God stepped back, spread his right hand, palm up.

A red gourd appeared on top of it, and the white gourd rose up.

A cloud of fog gathered, with a looming head and a pair of wings growing up.

His head appeared in an instant, and two white lights were emitted from his eyes, falling on Tang Luo.

"what!"

Phantom smiled briefly, took a step back, and bowed, "Baby, please turn around."

Cut fairy flying sword!

Ao Yulie's eyes widened. Isn't this thing cutting off flying swords?

Where did I get the illusion god? Or, in fact, it is Xibei goods, not the famous cut-and-fly sword of Shanhaijie.

The gourd mouth sprayed another streamer, which could vaguely look like a small flying knife, spinning quickly and hitting Tang Luo.

The speed of the flying knife is relatively fast, but the two white lights seen by the man's head are capable of nailing the enemy, so there is no need to worry about the enemy dodging.

The flying knife came to him in front of him. Tang Luo extended his index finger with his right hand, and moved forward a little, colliding with the cutting fairy flying knife.

A very slight sound passed away, and another group of gods and monsters walked and trembled and died.

Ao Yulie also turned pale and shook his head.

The cutting fairy flying knife turned back, flew into the white mist, and flew back to the gourd with the white mist head.

"Master, this flying knife ..."

"Probably true." Tang Luo looked at a wound on his index finger, a trace of blood flowing out.

It's not true, it can't hurt him.

"Looks like you will bleed." The fantasy **** laughed, showing madness, grabbing the red gourd and falling down.

A drop of blood flowed from the mouth of the gourd ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ suspended in mid-air, looming golden light.

The phantom swallowed that blood: "Now, I'm you."

"In the future, I will surpass ..."

The last word "you" didn't say anything. The crack on the face of the illusion **** did not decrease and disappear as quickly as imagined. The power surged and became another Tang Luo.

Instead, the cracks on the face instantly covered the whole body.

In the next breath, the illusion **** shattered into a gray powder and flew down from the sky.

Even the last words were too late.

"... Exploded." Ao Yulie shook her head.

Illusion gods believe that false power and real blood (blood) can weave another powerful Tang Xuanzhang, and even replace Tang Xuanzhang.

But he did not expect that it was a taboo he could not reach at all.