This sword shouldn't be like this...

should……

…………

Mountain trail on the right.

Everyone looked at each other.

Yang Zimei suddenly asked, "Do you still know which Lao Zhou is the real Lao Zhou?"

"I wonder if the real Old Zhou will be killed by the fake Old Zhou, and then the fake Old Zhou will inherit everything from the real Old Zhou?"

Everyone paused slightly.

That’s right, just now Lao Zhou and the Lao Zhou created by Zhanshan were fighting in close combat, exchanging positions.

They can no longer tell the real from the fake.

But at this moment, Li Xuelong said with a firm face: "The one on the right is Brother Zhou!"

"How did you tell that?"

Li Xuelong paused slightly. Should she tell everyone that it was her intuition?

But saying that...

After hesitating for a long time, Li Xuelong's eyes lit up slightly: "Look at the eyes!"

"When Brother Zhou fights, he always charges forward. The created figures are lifeless after all, and their eyes are different!"

Everyone paused slightly.

Looking closely, it is indeed true.

The old Zhou on the right had murderous intent in his eyes, and he had a feeling of not wanting to turn back, while the one on the left had a slightly dull and indifferent look in his eyes.

It was at this time, on the 901st battle ladder.

There was a loud bang.

Zhou Buzhou changed his swordsmanship slightly and thrust out with his sword.

The embryonic form of the sword intent lingering on it was qualitatively improved again with this stab.

On the other side,

The embryonic form of the figure's sword intent could only maintain its previous state.