"How is it? Pan, do you see that my martial arts are coming?" Zhong Yue said coldly.

With a cold voice, hundreds of Zhong Yue came to Pan instantly.

Pan's face darkened and he punched him with both fists.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, more than ten Zhong Yue exploded, but the remaining Zhong Yue instantly knocked the plate away.

"Everything is true?" Pan said in a deep voice.

"Yes, every one is true! This is my magical power. Can't you copy other people's martial arts? How about you copy my shadow clone's magical power?" Zhong Yue and others sneered.

Pan's face was gloomy at this moment: "Although there are tens of thousands of clones, not everyone is the same strength. Humph, it's just an illusion! I want to break it, it's easy!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand and the flood from all directions swept over again, and suddenly turned into a tsunami and rushed towards all Zhong Yue.

"boom!"

Zhong Yue punched out, and suddenly, the flood was over, but the pan instantly approached, blocking Zhong Yue and allowing the flood to pour into Zhong Yue.

"hold head high!"

In the water, countless water dragons rushed towards Zhong Yue and others with ferocious roar. Sure enough, most of the tens of thousands of Zhong Yue were illusions of confusion, each of which was pitiful, and only a few had peerless power.

Zhong Yue found that he could not guard against the flood, so he simply stopped guarding and put away the weaker shadow clones, leaving only a hundred powerful rushing towards the plate.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

With a loud bang, although the Pan could withstand some of Zhong Yue's clones, the remaining Zhong Yue's clones were like shadows, and suddenly attacked the Pan at any time, causing the Pan to fly backwards in an instant.

"Boom!"

For a moment, the starry sky battle suddenly changed, and the plate had the upper hand just now, but at this moment, under the beating of hundreds of Zhong Yue, he was instantly embarrassed, and even his body was hit by a heavy blow to the stars in the distance, shattering the stars one by one.

Zhong Yue's strength is only a little worse than Pan. Now that a hundred clones appear, the gap is made up. Several Zhong Yues are confused about Pan, making Pan feel embarrassed.

"Come on, don't you know how to copy other people's martial arts? Copy my shadow clone!" Zhong Yue said sarcastically.

"Your shadow clone is not only a martial art, but also a magic weapon that can mirror the clone!" When the pan was knocked away, he said coldly.

"Hmm?" Zhong Yue's pupils shrank.

But I never thought that the Yin-Yang Eye of this plate was so powerful that I even knew that I had a hidden magic weapon for my clone.

"Hmph, so what if you know? You can't use it! I do have the magic weapon "Clan Mirror", but you don't. Even if you see through my shadow clone, it's useless. You don't have a clone mirror! Then today is your death date! I'm going to settle your eyes!" A greed flashed in Zhong Yue's eyes.

"I just haven't forged the axe yet, so I'm not by my side, otherwise I'll let you be furious?" Pan shouted coldly.

"Boom!"

In the Starry Sky Battle between the two, Zhong Yue became more and more advantageous with his shadow clone's magical power. Even wounds appeared on Pan's body, and they were severely injured again and again.

At this moment, the disciples of the Sword God Pavilion were anxious.

"No, then Zhong Yue is so despicable. He uses magic weapons! There is no magic weapon at all! He suffers from no magic weapon!" Jian Jiujiu said anxiously.

"What should I do now? Let's take action together!" said a sword cultivator.

"How can we take action? We can't even bear the aftermath of their battle and can't get close to them at all! How can we help?" Jian Yibai said anxiously.

"Magic weapon? Magic weapon? Divine sword? My sword from the God Pavilion?" Jian Jiujiu's expression moved.

"What?" Everyone looked at Jian Jiujiu.

"Pan is a loss of no magic weapon. Magic weapons, my Sword God Pavilion has them. We invite those magic swords and give them the magic swords to Pan!" Jian Jiujiu said excitedly.

"But those divine swords are the treasures of my Sword God Pavilion!" A sword cultivator was a little reluctant.

"Master's order, I will help Pan with all my strength, why are you still stingy with this little dead object? Hurry up, please give me the magic sword!" Jian Jiujiu said.

The sword cultivators frowned slightly and finally nodded.

Above the starry sky, the pan retreated step by step, and his face was gloomy.

"Hahaha, Pan, I said I want your eyes, I want your eyes! Let's see where you run today!" Zhong Yue shouted loudly.

"boom!"

Hundreds of Zhong Yue knocked the plate away again.

"My axe, my...!" Pan looked annoyed. His weapons were no longer around him. Otherwise, how could Zhong Yue be arrogant?

When he was angry, Pan had to put down his figure and prepare to turn into a black dragon form again.

Just as Zhong Yue laughed and pan was angry.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, hundreds of streams of light arrived behind Pan instantly. In the stream, sword energy burst into pieces, instantly disrupting the two's battle.

"Hmm? This is the Weichen Divine Sword? Huh, that is the missing Taiyin Divine Sword? Isn't this the Sword of the Sword God Pavilion?" Zhong Yue suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Pan Ye looked at the hundreds of divine swords among the hundreds of streams of light behind him in surprise.

But I saw that the hundreds of magic swords had already had a spirit of weapon. When they were flying around Pangu, one of them suddenly made a sound.

"According to the order of the Sword God Pavilion, the sword spirit waits for the call of the Pan!" The head of the divine sword made a sound.

"Buzz!" The hundred swords trembled, and they all bowed to the wheel, as if they were waiting for the wheel to adjust.

"Hahahaha, Sword God Pavilion, have you really taken out all your treasures? Unfortunately, dead objects are dead objects. Even if you have a spirit of weapon, you can't escape the broken life. I want these swords!" Zhong Yue showed a hint of excitement.

Pan looked at the Hundred Swords and turned his head to look at the Sword God City in the distance.

"Mr. Pan, we are insignificant and we cannot help Mr. Pan. Please call my Sword God Pavilion's Divine Sword to defeat Zhong Yue!" Jian Jiujiu shouted loudly in the distance.

Pan looked at the disciples of the Sword God Pavilion bowed to him, but his eyes felt soft.

"Thank you for me Nan Jian!" Ban nodded.

When he nodded, Pan was no longer polite. He waved his hand, and it seemed like a stream of light and shadow surged from his palm towards the hundreds of magic swords.

"Pan, you are really planning to use these swords. Can you use swords?" Zhong Yue sneered.

"Today, I don't want to use swordsmanship. Zhong Yue, don't you want me to copy your magical powers? Come on, see, what's the difference!" Pan said coldly.

When Pan waved his hand, the hundred magic swords suddenly shone brightly, and then the hundred magic swords suddenly deformed, slowly, all of them turned into the shape of Pan.

One hundred disks?

One hundred Zhong Yue stared at one hundred plates!

"This, this, this is my shadow clone magic power? It's impossible. You don't have a clone mirror. The shadow clone magic power must have a magic weapon 'clip mirror' to reflect the clone on the mirror. How could you turn into a clone?" Zhong Yue exclaimed in surprise.

"I have optimized your shadow clone magic power! As long as you have high-quality magic weapons, I can turn it into my shadow clone. The shadow clone magic power, but that's it!" Pan shouted coldly.

While drinking coldly, more than one hundred plates rushed towards more than one hundred Zhong Yue.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

There was another explosion in the void, and a hundred Zhong Yue flew backwards again, spitting blood from his mouth, roaring: "Impossible!"
Chapter completed!