These twelve shadows were exactly the same, just like Zhang Lingyi before, as if each one was him. They stood in the distance, staring at Han Yang coldly, with a faint sneer on the corner of their mouths, and then, they spoke at the same time and said to Han Yang: "Boy, next, be careful of your neck! Let me tell you a secret. Only one of these twelve shadows is the real me. Can you find it?"

After saying that, he laughed wildly.

In the distance, the people from the Sword Sect and Taoist Sect looked at this scene with surprise. Xuanyuan Yulong frowned and said, "I didn't expect that this guy has cultivated twelve clones after not seeing each other for more than a year. It seems that the kid is dead now!"

Taoist Master Qingyu nodded slightly when he heard this, and at the same time, he frowned. After thinking about it, he looked at Xuanyuan Yulong and asked, "Master Xuanyuan, can we really watch Han Yang be killed?"

To be honest, he has a good impression of Han Yang, and he doesn't want to see this scene in his heart.

Xuanyuan Yulong looked up and looked at the wolf king and Huang Hongfei fighting in the sky. At this moment, the two were fighting hard, and they were not even separated. He frowned and said, "If we take action at this time, these two guys would probably come to us immediately! Let's wait first, and wait until both of them are injured, let's talk about it!"

When Taoist Master Qingyu heard this, he couldn't help but frown and said nothing.

Xuanyuan Yurou and Fu Yongyan behind them both looked even more ugly after hearing this.

The six elders of the Tianfu were also frowning at this moment. The second elder asked: "Great Elder, should we take action? Otherwise, once this kid dies, the situation may not be good!"

The great elder Mo Qing looked up at the sky, with a hint of entanglement on his face, but after thinking about it, he said: "Everyone is ready, I am ready to save people at any time. You are here to help and deal with others!"

After hearing this, the second elder and the other elders nodded heavily, and their cultivation level increased secretly.

But Han Yang stared at the twelve shadows in front of him, his face was extremely ugly at this moment. He could have known this clone technique. This was the last move of Dayi Potian Ruler, but he was surprised to find that Zhang Lingzhi's clone was much more powerful than himself. Not only was every breath very solid, exactly the same as himself, and it lasted so long. With his soul power, he glanced back and forth several times at this moment, but he could not find any flaws.

For a moment, a huge wave broke out in his heart. It was so miserable. I am afraid that today is really possible, so I will explain it here.

Wen Renzhao stood beside him, and at this moment, he was also staring at the twelve clones, frowned, and his face was extremely cold.

"Boy, I'm here!"

Zhang Lingzhi laughed strangely. The next moment, the twelve clones instantly turned into twelve shadows and rushed towards Han Yang. In almost the blink of an eye, the twelve clones actually rushed towards Han Yang from the twelve directions.

The folding fans in the hands of the twelve clones were completely opened at this moment. The sharp breath made people not doubt that even if the steel that has been tempered for thousands of times will be cut open in an instant, let alone the human body.

Looking at the twelve figures that rushed towards him, Han Yang's face felt ashamed for a moment, because these twelve figures actually blocked any way out of his retreat. As long as he moved a little, the folding fans in his hand would be cut on his neck.

But if they don't move, these twelve folding fans will still cut into his neck.

At this moment, his thoughts were moving rapidly. He used all his wisdom in his life to try to find a way out. However, he failed. The other party was too strong, his cultivation crushed too much, and his soul power was not in the peak state. At this moment, he could no longer find any solution. This was a must-have situation.

Seeing the sharp folding fans coming towards him with a sharp murderous intent, he sighed, and it seemed that he could only take his luck.

He randomly chose Zhang Lingzhi's clone. At this moment, he was no longer reserved. He had already practiced the extremely skillful Blood Spirit Sword Technique and instantly slashed out with one sword. At that moment, a ten-meter-long sword light bloomed on the entire martial arts stage, illuminating the entire sky into blood red.

For this attack, Han Yang fought hard, and the cultivation in his body poured into the sword without reservation.

Therefore, the power of this knife is particularly terrifying.

But is the clone Han Yang chose the original body of Zhang Lingzhi?

Or it is just a illusion of confusion.

Han Yangming knew that he had only one-twelve chance to choose the right one, but he still voluntarily cut it out. Even if he had only one-twelve chance, he could not give up.

This sharp sword light slashed at the clone with the power that could open mountains and open up land at a speed that was lightning speed.

But at that moment, Han Yang saw a mocking arc on the corner of the clone's mouth, accompanied by a sound, "I actually practiced the Blood Spirit Sword Technique to such an extent, even I feel ashamed of myself, but what's the use? What you killed is just a phantom!"

When the words were finished, eleven of the twelve shadows turned into light spots and disappeared, only one stayed. This one had arrived in front of Han Yang at some point, and the sharp folding fan had reached half a meter in front of Han Yang.

A distance of half a meter is extremely short for masters. If Han Yang's strength exceeds that of the opponent, he can naturally avoid it. But at this moment, his cultivation is exhausted, and his soul power is not enough to deal with this attack. What's more, the opponent's long-established killing move, so how can it be so easy to avoid it?

A look of despair flashed in Han Yang's eyes. This was the first time in his life that he was so close to death. It was also the first time in his life that he felt his fragility and helplessness.

He sighed, is it over? What a pity, there is still too much reluctance in life! But at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared behind Zhang Lingzhi in an extremely strange way, accompanied by a cold voice, "Stop, otherwise, don't blame me for being polite!"

What suddenly appeared was nothing else, but Mo Qing, the great elder of Tianfu.

This incident surprised everyone. The leader of Taixuan Sect, Hong Hongfei and the Wolf King, who were fighting in the sky, stopped fighting almost instantly. They flashed and rushed down. Although they were fighting, they were paying attention to the following matters.
Chapter completed!