I'm not a psychopath!

Chapter 233 Fight
At Luo Shui's signal, Shen Chengxian and Baili Ye remained highly vigilant. They knew that in the face of possible clones, any negligence could lead to fatal mistakes.

"Jun Wudao" did not seem to notice Yaoguang's suspicion. He continued to talk, telling about his views and plans on the Battle of Destiny.

However, whenever he talked about personal feelings or his deep understanding of certain things, he always seemed a little stiff, as if he was reciting a prepared manuscript.

Luo Shui decided to take a more direct approach to test him.

She suddenly raised a question related to the history of the demon race. The answer to this question was not widely known. The real Jun Wudao was actually born in the human race, and only later joined the demon camp.

In other words, it would be abnormal if he could answer it.

“Jun Wudao, you once said that the future of the demon race lies in coexisting harmoniously with nature, rather than blindly pursuing power.

Excuse me, in your opinion, what is the best state for the demon race to coexist harmoniously with nature? "Luo Shui's question went straight to the point.

Coexistence with nature?

As long as they are demons, the words "natural coexistence" are not in their minds. If they have to use four words to describe it, it would be "the survival of the fittest".

But this was indeed the original idea of ​​the demon clan.

If it was the real Jun Wudao, he would definitely frown and curse, "Fuck natural coexistence." Only the strong can survive in this land.

"Jun Wudao" was slightly stunned.

Obviously not expecting Yaoguang to ask such a question, he paused and said, "Heaven and earth are one."

This answer made Luo Shui even more certain that he was fake!
After confirming that Jun Wudao from Luoshui was fake, the atmosphere in the team suddenly became tense.

Luo Shui looked coldly at the demon leader who called himself Jun Wudao. Her voice revealed an unquestionable firmness: "You are not Jun Wudao. The real Jun Wudao would not have the same emotional fluctuations as you."

The fake Jun Wudao's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He sneered, "What a joke! If I'm not Jun Wudao, then who am I?"

"You are an assimilation product of this world, just a clone." Luo Shui fought back fearlessly. Her eyes were as sharp as torches, locking onto the other person's gaze, trying to find a flaw in it.

A flash of panic flashed across the eyes of the fake Jun Wudao, but it was soon replaced by anger. He roared, "Nonsense! Since you are so ungrateful, don't blame me for being rude!"

Before he finished speaking, the figure of the fake Jun Wudao suddenly jumped up, a powerful demonic energy burst out from his body, and the entire platform was enveloped by this force.

His figure became blurred in the thick fog, and several fierce attacks instantly struck Luo Shui and the others.

Luo Shui and others were well prepared. They quickly dispersed and each used their own defensive measures.

However, the strength of the fake Jun Wudao should not be underestimated. His attack was unstoppable and he went straight to the core position of Luo Shui and the others.

"Everyone be careful, don't fight hard, follow the plan!" Luo Shui commanded loudly.

Their mission is to delay the clone in front of them. As long as they can delay it until Jiang Qing arrives, they can surround and kill this clone!

The halberd in her hand drew out a series of halberd shadows, colliding head-on with the attack of the fake king.

The battle quickly became intense.

Luo Shui tightly gripped her halberd, a gleam in her eyes, she knew that battle was inevitable.

She rushed forward first, and her halberd drew streaks of cold light in the air, pointing directly at the vital points of the fake monarch.

As a physical cultivator, Shen Chengxian did not use any weapons, but relied on his strong body and amazing punching power.

His figure flashed and turned into a residual shadow. Powerful spiritual power condensed in his fist, and he smashed it hard into the chest of the fake Jun Wudao.

Luo Hua was waving his unique mop weapon. The long handle of the mop was dancing in the air, bringing up gusts of wind. The mop head was like a sledgehammer, sweeping towards the legs of the fake Jun Wudao.

The fake Jun Wudao faced the joint attack of three people without panicking, but his figure suddenly became blurred, and he actually split into several phantoms in an instant, making it difficult to distinguish which one was the real one.

Luo Shui's halberd pierced into a phantom, but found that it was just a false existence. She was shocked and immediately changed her tactics. The halberd swept across, trying to force out the true identity of the fake Jun Wudao.

Shen Chengxian's fist also hit a phantom, and the powerful force shattered the phantom, but there was no trace of pride on his face, because he knew that this was not a real enemy.

Luo Hua's mop drew an arc on the ground, destroying several phantoms one by one, but there was also a solemn look in his eyes, because he felt that the attack of the fake Jun Wudao was about to come.

At this moment, the real body of the fake Jun Wudao appeared on Luo Shui's flank like a ghost. The demonic power in his hand condensed into claws and grabbed Luo Shui's shoulder with lightning speed.

Luo Shui reacted extremely quickly, and he swung his halberd violently, blocking the claw with the halberd body. At the same time, he used the force to leap away, avoiding the subsequent continuous attacks.

Upon seeing this, Shen Chengxian shouted loudly, and the spiritual power in his body surged. He punched at the real body of the fake Jun Wudao. Wherever the fist passed, the air seemed to be compressed, forming a small storm.

The fake Jun Wudao snorted coldly, his body flashed, and he used the phantom clone again, but Shen Chengxian was unmoved. His perception was extremely sharp, and he directly locked the position of the real body, and chased after it with his fist like a shadow.

At this moment, the mop in Luo Hua's hand seemed to turn into a spear, piercing the vital points of the fake Jun Wudao.

Who says you can’t kill someone without a head?

Even the fake Jun Wudao did not dare to underestimate the power contained in the mop head. He had to allocate part of his strength to deal with this sudden attack.

The four figures moved quickly on the platform, interweaving into a fierce battle scene.

Luo Shui's halberd was like a silver dragon, flying up and down, constantly looking for the flaws of the fake king.

Shen Chengxian's punches were like a tiger descending from a mountain, each of them carrying the power to split mountains and crack rocks. Luo Hua's mop was like a snake emerging from a cave, tricky and deadly.

Jun Wudao's real body shuttled between the three people like a ghost. He used phantoms to distract their attention, and then appeared silently on Luo Shui's flank.

He hadn't known when a long sword made of demonic energy had condensed in his hand. With a whistling sound that tore through the air, it pierced straight into Luo Shui's soft spot.

Luo Shui reacted very quickly. Feeling the chill from the flank, she immediately twisted her body and swung her halberd, using the halberd shaft to block the fatal blow.

The sound of metal clashing echoed in the Wuji Abyss, and sparks flew everywhere.

Luo Shui took advantage of the force and leaped, creating some distance between him and the fake Jun Wudao. At the same time, he loudly reminded his teammates: "Be careful, he's very fast, don't be fooled by the illusion!"

When Shen Chengxian heard this, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body flowed, and his perception instantly increased.

He closed his eyes and no longer relied on his vision. Instead, he used the fluctuations of spiritual power to determine the location of the fake Jun Wudao.

He clenched his fists, ready for the next attack.

Luo Hua changed his tactics. He knew that in such a high-speed mobile battle, the long handle of the mop might become a burden.

He turned the mop and used the mop head to protect his chest. With his other hand, he drew the short sword from his waist and prepared for close combat. The battle broke out again. The figure of the fake king was like a ghost, shuttling between the three people. Every attack was extremely fierce, trying to find a flaw to defeat them in one fell swoop.

However, Luo Shui, Shen Chengxian and Luo Hua were all experienced fighters. They stood back to back and formed an impeccable defensive circle.

Luo Shui's halberd danced like flying, and every swing was accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, blocking the attack route of the fake monarch Wudao.

With his keen perception, Shen Chengxian was able to capture the true identity of the fake Jun Wudao in time. His fists smashed towards the enemy like meteors, and each blow was full of power.

Luo Hua moved flexibly on the battlefield, his mop and dagger coordinated with each other, sometimes long attacks, sometimes short strikes, making it difficult for the fake Jun Wudao to grasp his attack rhythm.

The battle intensified, and the figures of the four people intertwined on the platform of Wujiyuan to form a fierce battle scene. Although the fake king was powerful, he gradually felt the pressure in the face of the tacit cooperation of the three people.

Although his illusion could confuse the opponent, Luo Shui and his men's combat experience told him that illusions alone could no longer bring victory.

After a fierce confrontation, the fake Jun Wudao was forced back to the edge of the platform by the three men.

There was a hint of cruelty in his eyes. He took a deep breath and the demonic energy in his body burst out again.

However, this time, his aura was completely different from before. A force that did not belong to him began to surge, and the air around his body began to twist, as if even the space was under his control.

This power comes from the power of this world.

The fake Jun Wudao gave up simply imitating Jun Wudao's moves. For him, who was the condensation of the Heavenly Dao, he could not use his full strength to imitate another person's moves.

He turned to use this more powerful force, but one that also directly exposed his identity.

His body began to emit a faint blue light, like the brightest star in the night sky, but the light contained a breath of destruction.

"It's indeed fake."

Luo Shui felt unprecedented pressure. She gripped the halberd tightly, and the tip of the halberd cut through the air, but could not touch the real body of the fake Jun Wudao.

Shen Chengxian's punch was powerful, but it was like hitting the void and could not cause any substantial damage to the fake Jun Wudao.

Although Luo Hua's mop and dagger were flexible and changeable, they seemed powerless in the face of the power of heaven and earth.

Jia Jun Wudao moved. His movements were not fast, but they carried the majesty of heaven and earth. Every time he made a move, the space shook.

Luo Shui's halberd was blown away by an invisible force, and she was knocked back several steps, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

Shen Chengxian and Luo Hua were not spared either. Their bodies were like being hit by a huge hammer, and they staggered back to the edge of the platform.

Seeing that she was about to be unable to hold on any longer, a trace of determination flashed in Luo Shui's eyes. She knew that she couldn't go on like this and that she had to take action.

Just then, a familiar figure appeared on the platform. It was Jiang Qing.

Jiang Qing's arrival was like a shot of adrenaline for Luo Shui and the others.

The atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly changed, as if even the air had frozen.

Jiang Qing held the Longyuan Sword in his hand, and a faint blue light flowed from the sword, like a faint light in the deep sea, mysterious and profound. His steps were steady, and every step he took seemed to resonate with the earth, showing his extraordinary momentum.

The battle between Jiang Qing and the fake Jun Wudao was about to break out. The Longyuan Sword and the Yaoli Sword intertwined in the air, making a crisp metal collision sound.

The sword light flashed, the sword energy was everywhere, and the two figures moved quickly on the platform, like two rays of light intersecting, which was dazzling.

Jiang Qing's swordsmanship is exquisite, and each of his swords contains the power of heaven and earth. Wherever the tip of the sword points, it seems that even the space will be distorted.

However, the power of heaven and earth mobilized by the fake Jun Wudao was equally powerful, and every attack was carried with the aura of destruction. The battle between the two was like a contest between heaven and earth.

Although Jiang Qing's swordsmanship is superb, he will find it difficult to defeat the fake Jun Wudao who can mobilize the power of heaven and earth.

A hint of determination flashed in Jiang Qing's eyes, he knew he had to change his tactics.

At the moment when the sword lights intertwined, he suddenly retracted the sword, his body flashed, and turned into a blurry light and shadow, avoiding the fierce attack of the fake Jun Wudao.

Seeing this, the fake Jun Wudao sneered, swung his magic sword violently, and the sword energy swept over like a storm, trying to force Jiang Qing into a desperate situation.

But Jiang Qing seemed to have anticipated this. His figure shuttled through the sword energy like a ghost, and each dodge was just right, leaving no flaws.

The battle became increasingly intense, and the two swords collided in the air, making a deafening roar.

Jiang Qing's Longyuan Sword seemed to sense its master's determination, and the blue light on the sword became brighter and brighter, as if a divine dragon had awakened in it.

Suddenly, Jiang Qing turned around, and the Longyuan Sword drew a perfect arc, pointing directly at the vital point of the Jia Jun Wudao.

This sword condensed all his inner strength and will. The power of heaven and earth gathered at the tip of the sword, forming a small vortex that seemed to swallow everything.

The fake Jun Wudao felt an unprecedented crisis. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but was immediately replaced by determination.

He took a deep breath, and the demonic sword shook violently, releasing a powerful force, trying to block Jiang Qing's fatal blow.

However, Jiang Qing's swordsmanship had already reached its peak. The tip of the Longyuan Sword trembled slightly and easily penetrated the defense of the fake Jun Wudao.

The tip of the sword touched the chest of the fake Jun Wudao, and a powerful force burst out instantly, knocking him away and falling heavily to the ground.

Everyone on the battlefield was shocked by this scene. They looked at Jiang Qing with awe in their eyes.

At this moment, an even more powerful aura suddenly descended, and the air in the entire battlefield became tense.

The fake Jun Wudao felt this power and was shocked. He knew that it was the real Jun Wudao himself who had arrived.

The appearance of the original master undoubtedly put him under tremendous pressure, and the thought of retreating in his heart became even stronger.

"You two, did you set a trap for me on purpose?"

"Humph."

The only response he got was a cold snort.

Jun Wudao's real figure appeared on the battlefield like a flash of lightning.

His eyes were cold, without a trace of emotion, and in his hand he held a long sword that also exuded a powerful aura.

Without saying much, he swung his sword and attacked the fake Jun Wudao.

(End of this chapter)