Chapter 95: Sword Explodes in a Flash, Slaying and Destroying!

  Mo Bei remained silent, staring intently at the eerie and sinister sword aura. His heart was as still as water, his face expressionless, without a ripple of emotion. He moved in sync with the sound, his footsteps responding to it.

  A strong gust of wind suddenly arose, blowing his robes and making a rustling sound.

  In the fluttering of his robes, Mo Bei's figure had already begun to move about like a swimming snake, weaving through the dense sword rain and sword energy with ease.

  Through the rain of swords, not a single leaf sticks to his body.

  His body would speed up at times, and then make a sudden turn, stopping his footsteps, shaking his feet, twisting his ankle, seeming to take a step forward, but in an instant, he would pull back outwards, turning his body sideways.

  His figure kept changing, sometimes twisted and sometimes straight as a pen.

  With Mo Bei's every subtle movement, he easily dodged a sharp and fierce sword energy.

  Having only that vast sky's sword energy, but Mo Bei was completely unscathed, without even a single hair being harmed.

  Liu Qing's face turned furious, and a cold light burst out from his eyes, like a poisonous snake.

  "Thirteen Swords of Ups and Downs!"

  Liu Qing and the attacker suddenly paused, reined in!

  His eyebrows inverted, he shouted loudly, the long sword in his hand suddenly burst out, and the sword's edge danced, with countless sword auras re-emerging in mid-air.

  Mo Bei and Liu Qing were separated by a distance of thirty zhang.

  At such a far distance, Liu Qinghe had already drawn his sword, sweeping horizontally, making false slashes, blocking and chopping!

  He seemed as if he wasn't fighting, but practicing swordplay. Every time he made a move, his body would suddenly shift two zhang away!

  With every sword move of Liu Qinghe, he would shift and leave behind a faint illusory afterimage at his original standing position.

  That residual image is exactly the same as Liu Qinghe's, without any difference at all. It can't be distinguished with the naked eye!

  Liu Qinghe's figure moved with incredible speed, in the blink of an eye, he leaped into the air and danced with his sword, already slashing out several trails of sword shadows.

  In an instant, five or six identical Liu Qinghes were born on the arena!

  Everyone's eyebrows were furrowed and their eyes were filled with flames of anger, as if they wanted to swallow Mo Beisheng alive!

  One becomes two, two become four!

  Those five or six figures re-emerged, dancing with swords and splitting into countless human-shaped shadows. At a glance, the entire arena was already filled with Liu Qing!

  This scene caused the faces of the people below the stage to change color.

  Long Hao Tian's face stiffened, his eyes widening in shock: "What the f**k is this bizarre sword technique! It can actually create so many illusions that even I can't tell them apart!"

  Is it just that he can't tell them apart?

  Even under that stage, many strong men saw this scene and couldn't help but turn pale, while secretly being shocked, they were also secretly rejoicing.

  Some people smiled and nodded in surprise: "That Liu Qing of the Liu family is indeed extraordinary, not unworthy of being ranked after the four great geniuses and almost on a par with them!"

  "Of course, this is the innate divine ability of the Thirteen Dogs Liu Family. It has been passed down to Liu Qing and will be further developed here!"

  Someone nodded and said, "With so many figures, which one is real and which one is fake? We can't even tell them apart, let alone the Blood Demon. Even if he could tell them apart, there wouldn't be enough time to distinguish between them one by one. In this battle, the Blood Demon will definitely lose!"

  Long Haitian's hair stood on end in anger, and he furiously shouted: "Get out of my sight, you son of a bitch! I'm the boss, and I'll never lose to that piece of crap Liu Qing!"

  He finished speaking, and then he focused his attention on the situation on the stage. Although he said so, Long Hao Tian's palms were sweating, obviously also secretly worried about Mo Bei.

  At the same time.

  "Kill!" All of Liu Qinghe and others shouted in unison at the same time, drew their swords together, and charged towards Mo Bei.

  That dense and numerous, dozens of human shadows gathered into a torrent, extremely fierce. Wherever they passed, it was all a sword light and shadow, making it impossible for people to defend themselves. If one were to be hit by the impact, they would likely die under the chaotic swords!

  Mo Bei narrowed his eyes and faced Liu Qinghe, who was the first to approach him. With a swift slash of his sword, he dodged to one side.

  Liu Qing and Yi Jian suddenly brushed past Mo Bei's head.

  "Not a hint of sword intent, nor any true energy, fake!" Mo Bei's mind turned, his entire body's muscles suddenly tensed up, his whole body shook, and a burst of power instantly erupted from him, sweeping out, and thoroughly scattering the three to five people around him.

  Immediately afterwards, there were even more figures, advancing one after another, rushing over like a flood.

  "Hahaha!"

  Those countless figures, at the same time, opened their mouths wide and laughed coldly without restraint: "This is my Liu family's innate divine ability, combined with my swordsmanship, splitting into countless bodies, impossible to kill, impossible to cut off!"

  "Even divine insight can't tell apart the true and false of my clone! You're done for this time, kid!"

  Liu Qing's thunderous roar echoed throughout the arena, a relentless onslaught that sent shivers down one's spine. The sword energy converged into a dense rain, extremely concentrated, and swept towards Mo Bei in a frenzy of killing intent.

  "Whoosh!"

  Under the countless sword auras, a sharp sword aura suddenly burst out, seemingly no different from those many sword auras, but the momentum of the swords continued to rise, cutting through the void from Mo Bei's back and rushing over!

  Mo Bei's expression changed, and his eyes burst out with a shocking light. He took two big steps forward, moving swiftly like a shooting star.

  "Hah!"

  That sharp sword energy instantly cut open a half-inch long slit on Mo Bei's sleeve mouth.

  "Haha, you stinky brat, now you know how formidable I am!" Liu Qing's cold and arrogant laughter echoed once again amidst the endless crowd.

  Mo Bei lowered his head and looked at the small opening on his sleeve, the smile at the corner of his mouth slowly faded away.

  At the same time, Mo Bei's eyes suddenly widened, and a strong and terrifying killing intent burst out instantly!

  Liu Qing sneered again: "Die under my sword, you lowly grass root, be content with that. My clone is endless, you can't kill me... Ah!"

  The last word had yet to be spoken, when Liu Qing's words came to an abrupt halt. His eyes widened in utmost astonishment and terror as he stared at Mo Bei!

  Mo Bei's body erupted with an unparalleled killing intent, in an instant it was as if a shocking wave had burst forth, ferociously surging forward!

  Sword Explosion Technique!

  First appearance on the stage!

  One move, just one move!

  The sword's momentum is overwhelming, striking fear into people's hearts!

  BOOM!!

  On the blue sword, a terrifying sword energy spread unceasingly, withering and destroying everything in its path. Wherever it passed, nothing was left unscathed. All that came into contact with it were reduced to dust and ashes, destroyed in an instant!

  Under the illusion arena, Liu Qinghe, who had fallen into a state of meditation, suddenly woke up, his chest violently heaving, his heart racing, panting constantly, his face pale and sweaty, as if he had just had the most terrifying nightmare.

  "What's going on?!" Liu Qing's face was filled with horror, his body involuntarily trembling and shaking, his eyes full of terror.

  "Five hundred and twenty against seven hundred and thirty-one. Five hundred and twenty wins!"

  The loud and clear voice on the Dreamland Arena spread throughout the entire stone platform and fell into Liu Qing's ears.

  The latter stuttered and looked around at Mo Bei: "Mo, Mo Bei! H-How did he do it?!"

  "It's impossible," Liu Qing and Qiang suppressed the fear in their hearts, shaking their heads repeatedly, unwilling to admit this fact: "How could I lose? How could I lose to that nobody? This can't be!"

  "How did he manage it? How did he see through my disguise?"

  Liu Qing was furious, indignant and frightened, unwilling to admit it, thinking deeply. The various emotions converged together, making him a bit neurotic, staring at Mo Bei with anger and shame, pointing at him and shouting: "You're cheating! How did you see through my clone? No one can see through my clone, not even the elder, you must be cheating!"

  "See through your disguise?"

  Mo Bei heard this, gave a cold smile, his eyes scanned him calmly and said in an extremely calm tone: "Why bother recognizing your clones? I'll just kill all ten, hundred, thousand of them with one sword, isn't that the end of it?"

  Upon hearing these words, Liu Qing and others immediately turned pale as death, fell to the ground, their eyes wide with shock, speechless for a long time, unable to regain their senses.

  ……

  "Awesome! I made it into the top 32!"

  Long Haitian rushed over excitedly, shouting loudly, completely disregarding those failed disciples, with an angry gaze that seemed to want to flay them alive.

  "Not bad, not bad," Mo Bei nodded and smiled, his eyes glancing behind Long Hao Tian's back, but he didn't see anyone's shadow. Mo Bei couldn't help but ask, "Where's Qing Hong? Didn't she participate in the same Illusory Realm Arena match as you?"

  The northern accent is very rustic.

  "Mo Bei Ge..."

  A slightly hoarse and resentful voice drifted over, and Mo Bei turned to look, only to see Ye Qinghong walking towards him with a downtrodden expression, her entire face fallen, looking utterly pitiful, her long eyelashes drooping down, her bright eyes reddening at the edges.

  "I lost..."

  Mo Bei couldn't help but smile, reached out to rub her head, and comforted: "It's okay, it's okay. Winning or losing is a common thing in the military. This opportunity was missed, there will be another one next time."

  "Okay, okay... " Ye Qinghong's big eyes were slightly red, her small mouth pouting, on the verge of tears: "I was still planning to enter the finals with Mo Bei together."

  Long Hao Tian said with a carefree expression, "What's there to be unhappy about? This competition has many strong participants. You've already made it this far, which is quite good..."

  Although he was comforting, his words were tactless.

  Just after saying half of what he wanted to say, Mo Bei glared at him fiercely, scaring Long Hao Tian into shrinking his neck and not daring to speak further.

  Mo Bei looked at Ye Qinghong again with a warm smile: "You like that one, Mo Bei will help you pick it back, what's difficult about that?"

  "Really?" Ye Qinghong's eyes, still slightly red from crying, suddenly sparkled with a hint of unusual color, shining with crystal-like tears, and her pretty face also showed a touch of surprise.

  Don't worry about it.

  "Mo Bei Ge is the most powerful, he must be able to get first place!"

  The grievances and unhappiness in Ye Qing's heart were suddenly dispersed a lot, and a small proud smile appeared on her face.

  Ye Qinghong said: "Although I couldn't enter the top 32, but in the ranking match for the losers from 33 to 50, I will take a good result!"

  Bei Mo glared at him, and Long Hao Tian, who was standing beside him, looked at Ye Qing Hong with a slanted gaze, his mouth twisted, his lips moving slightly as he muttered to himself in a low voice.