Chapter 1672： Killed (1/2)

Xing Chen Mie consumed most of Song Jian's sword aura, so he could only secretly swallow a pill to recover, otherwise, he would not be able to perform the third move.

Ten thousand swords return to the clan!

With a soft drink, Song Jian's figure suddenly became blurred. After a violent shaking, a translucent phantom emerged, changing one to two, two to four, four to eight,...

In a short while, densely packed phantoms of Song Jian appeared in the sky. Soon, the phantoms that were originally only translucent gradually became real, as if thousands of Song Jian suddenly appeared.

Mie Tian had a disdain at first, but soon a look of surprise appeared on his face.

”Before it was still a phantom, now, how come it all becomes real now? How is this possible...” Mie Tian said in surprise.

In his divine sense perception, all the countless Song Jian in front of him were all real. Reason told him that it was impossible, but the divine sense conveyed to him clearly. All these were the real Song Jian’s body information, and it was almost impossible. Mietian has a feeling of doubting life!

Even ordinary players are now beginning to adapt to perceiving everything around them with their mental power. They don’t trust the eyes very much. With the improvement of their strength, this dependence will become stronger and stronger. For the strong, this is a good thing. But in front of Song Jian, the experience of thousands of years in the past collapsed at this moment, causing Mietian's defense to relax for an instant.

With a stunned effort, thousands of Song Jian, holding the Heaven Breaking Sword, rushed towards Mietian together, each of them exuded a terrifying aura.

”Will die...” There was a hint of enlightenment in Mie Tian's heart, but soon, a fearless look appeared on his face, with a hint of coldness in the corner of his mouth.

”Do you think it's great if there are more people, huh, let you see today, what is meant by taking the first level of an admiral from an army of thousands of horses and horses?” Mietian whispered to himself.

”Let you have thousands of troops, I will block my own shot...” Mietian let out a low growl: ”Mie!”

Boom~

Mie Tian didn't even retreat but moved forward. Holding a broken spear, a man rushed towards the crowded ”Song Jian”. In an instant, the battle entered a white-hot stage.

Mietian was wrapped in a lot of packages, but the sound of killing was endless. It seemed that there were a lot of ”Song Jian”, but the blood value was not high. As long as Mietian stabbed the key, he would immediately collapse.

But with so many ”Song Jian”, although they don't have any skills, the basic attacks alone are enough to kill the sky and eat a pot. You know, Song Jian's damage has already been tens of thousands now, and a crit can happen. It is hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands of damage, can easily break through the defense of the sky.

”Kill, kill, kill...” Mietian roared frantically, every time he shouted the word ”Kill”, one ”Song Jian” was killed by the spear.

Song Jian in the distance, with cold eyes, stared at the blood value on the top of Mie Tian's head, watching it drop a little bit.

When Mietian's blood value dropped to one-third, a sudden burst of vigor that rushed to the weather, shaking all ”Song Jian” around him to powder.

Then, when Song Jian saw that Mie Tian's vitality value had increased by a large amount, it was almost as high as 60% and stopped.

At this time Wanjian Guizong has been released, and Song Jian Xuying has all disappeared, but Mietian was embarrassed with blood flowing, and there were wounds all over his body. Even the hands holding the broken spear were trembling. In some places, bones can even be seen exposed.

”Song Jian, how about it!” Mie Tian looked arrogant and affectionate, and roared frantically: ”The three tricks are over, what else do you have, just show it, and see if I am afraid of you!”

Song Jian squinted his eyes and looked at Miingtian carefully. He was judging whether Mitian still had the power to fight.

After a while, Song Jian showed a bright smile on his face, and said to Mietian: ”Since we have agreed on three strokes, that is three strokes. Is Song Jian the kind of person who doesn't believe in words?”

Mietian squeezed his spear tightly and laughed arrogantly, but the heart he had been holding slowly returned.