It's a matter of moments, it's imminent!
Zhuo Fan didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly confronted each other. The right pupil flashed two golden rings, and the black thunder flame on the left pupil raged, and the thunder flame broke through the air and shot out immediately.
bump!
The two same moves collided again, bursting out with a clank roar. The terrifying black thunder flame spread to the surroundings so steeply, burning all the wasteland. Even the surrounding sea water evaporates into nothingness.
Under the force of the counter-shock, Zhuo Fan was shaken out of a kilometer away, and his pupils ached for a while, and the scarlet blood couldn't stop flowing down.
Look up at the copy again... Your sister, standing upright in front, still showing a provocative smile.
A black line fell, and Zhuo Fan's heart sank even more.
This copy is obviously now against the sky. Not only is all his tricks and tactics clear to his chest, he is incredibly skilled, and his power is obviously much better than himself.
The more the fight goes on, the less chance of victory. Suddenly, Zhuo Fan was already frowning and bleak, and he didn't know what to do with it.
When the replica saw this, he couldn't help laughing: "Why, where did the pride just now go? Don't you think this level will be easier than the first level?"
"Senior, why do you want to be so unbelievable? Does it do you any good?"
"Oh, you never thought I was going to kill you, hahaha..."
With a grin, the copy was noncommittal: "Do you know how long the old man has stayed here? Because I don't have a physical body, I will never see the sun in this sea of darkness."
"Doesn't Minghai have reincarnation, why don't you reincarnate?"
"Reincarnation?"
Glancing at him evilly, the replica sneered unconsciously: "Reincarnation has to let go of everything. There are too many things that the old man can't let go. How can it be reincarnation? However, the old man has his own way. Reincarnation. It means to destroy the soul of the living, and then reincarnate with his body. It's just that for so many years, no living person has come here. Now it’s good, I copied your soul, as long as your master dies, I will I can borrow the copied soul to return to your body and become a human again, Jie Jie Jie..."
With a treacherous laugh, the replica stomped again, as if Zhuo Fan rushed forward, waving his sword fingers in his hand, closing the sky, skyrocketing, skyrocketing, splitting the sky, all kinds of kendos, all of which smashed at Zhuo Fan's forehead.
Surprised, Zhuo Fan immediately backed away, dodge the violent storm, as if fighting madly, and the sword aura contained naked killing intent, making him stand upright at once, no longer dare to despise it. Heart.
Puff puff!
Suddenly, there were a few muffled noises, and Zhuo Fan's arms and shoulders were already swept across by three swords, and his heart hurt. This is the state of spirit and soul, once injured, the pain is hundreds of times that of the physical body.
However, Zhuo Fan has become accustomed to it, but in the face of the chasing after this copy, he does not know how to deal with it.
Suddenly, Zhuo Fan seemed to have thought of something, his eyes sparkled with hope again.
This copy mastered his previous skills. I don’t know if I just understood it, has it been copied
Thinking of this, Zhuo Fan suddenly stopped moving under the blockade of sword aura, but slowly raised his right arm, his eyes were calm.
Extremely powerful, overbearing to destroy the sky, only in a moment!
Kirin Fighting!
Eye pupils condensed suddenly, and Zhuo Fan's seemingly fluttering punch slammed at the opponent. Only when the fist reached the end, a dazzling red light shone immediately, like a volcanic eruption, so that people couldn't open their eyes.
boom!
With a loud sound, the space seemed to explode, and the entire Minghai instantly boiled. The terrifying fist, tearing away all obstacles in front of him, rushed to the replica fiercely. Under this terrible fist strength, the sword energy flying around was shattered and disappeared without a trace.
The power that I realized in the first level, the domineering way, and the power of the unicorn arm, really cannot be underestimated. The power of this fist, I am afraid that even the holy real body of the saint dare not easily resist.
However, when the copyist saw this, he smiled slightly and didn't care at all. Then, in Zhuo Fan's incredible eyes, his fluttering punch was also slowly raised. And that quiet and virgin appearance was actually much more static than Zhuo Fan just now, it was as if the space had frozen.
Could it be that... even this trick...
"Hahaha... I said, I am you. Whatever you have, I have what!" With a grin, the copy of the punch was finally hit: "Moreover, I am stronger than you!"
bump!
Two fists struck each other, the world broke apart, and the sea poured down. Black cracks appeared in the space, and they continued to collapse all around. However, among the endless shock waves radiating in all directions, the strongest one rushed towards Zhuo Fan fiercely.
Obviously, just after the punch, Zhuo Fan's punch was suppressed by the copy again!
The pupils couldn't stop shrinking, Zhuo Fan couldn't believe it was true. He was beaten by the counterfeit so much that he could not fight back
bump!
However, he didn't need to think about it anymore, the recoil force had already hit him hard, and even if he knocked him out a mile away, his whole body was in pain, and he was instantly weakened a lot. When he fell to the ground, he was already unable to get up, his face pale.
Fortunately, he is now a virgin body, without blood and internal organs.
call out!
A flash came to him again, the fake guy stared at him tightly, showing a wicked smile: "Ha ha ha... If you lose, then you can't get through this level, and the old man will also borrow your soul It's yang again, hahaha..."
Ho ho ho!
Panting heavily, Zhuo Fan tried to support his body, but he was helpless. He staggered and fell down again. He could no longer fight back. He could only helplessly close his eyes, looking as if he had accepted his life, and bowed his head in despair.
Seeing this scene, the replica couldn't help but laugh again, lifted a palm, and sent to Zhuo Fan's forehead fiercely.
It's over, my master, Zhuo Fan!
"The eighth stage of Kongming God pupil, instantaneous sky!"
However, at this moment, Zhuo Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and eight golden halos flashed in his right pupil.
puff!
With a muffled sound, a hole suddenly pierced through the counterfeit's chest, and his figure stopped abruptly, motionless. Zhuo Fan stared at him fiercely, his sword fingers trembled slightly, and he sneered: "Why, didn't you copy all my powers and moves? Don't you know that Kongming Shentong's eighth level can attack me in any way, Will it be transferred arbitrarily in space, even to you instantly?"
"this… "
The brows trembled slightly, and the face of the replica sank, but soon a wicked smile appeared: "Of course I know this, but I just don't care."
With a dreadful heart, Zhuo Fan stared at him tightly.
With a sneer, the replica pointed at Zhuo Fan's chest and said, "Look at yourself!"
Unexpectedly, Zhuo Fan looked down, but was suddenly startled. I don’t know when, he also wore a huge hole on his chest, just like the replica... Uh!
However, when he was looking at the replica, the wound on the replica's chest had disappeared.
His eyes were filled with confusion, and Zhuo Fan was instantly puzzled.
"Hahaha... Who do you think I am?"
Seeing this in the copy, I couldn’t help laughing: “I’ve already said that I am you. If you hurt me, you are hurting yourself, and killing me is killing you. Any injuries you leave on me. , Will be reflected in you, you... but you can't help me!"
His body couldn't stop shaking, Zhuo Fan couldn't believe it was true, and his face twitched: "How is this possible? Then the injury you caused to me, why are you all right?"
A mysterious smile crossed the corner of his mouth, and the copy was noncommittal.
Staring at him tightly, Zhuo Fan's eyes became more and more confused, and he didn't even know how to deal with it. This replica, no matter how strong he was, would definitely not hurt him a single vellus hair, even though he was already much stronger than himself.
But if that's the case, what else can you do to win
Since this second level is a level, it should be possible to break through it, and it should not be unsolvable!
No flesh wrinkled deeply, Zhuo Fan was puzzled.
The replica stared at him coldly, but the more he smiled, the more evil he became, and his body slowly floated into the air. When he reached a height of 100 meters, he shouted, dived, pointed the sword in his hand, and directed Zhuo fiercely. Fan rushed over: "Master, goodbye, from now on, I will be Zhuo Fan, hahahaha..."
A fierce murderous aura approached in front of him, but Zhuo Fan still couldn't understand it.
Why does he have my Kongming God Eye, why does he even have the Lightning Flame of Destroying the World. These powers are fine, even the Tyrant Fist and Kendo that I just learned about are exactly the same.
This is the same person at all. Even if an outsider steals, it is impossible to steal the enlightenment feelings and experience, even the emperor-level masters can't. Could it be that...
Suddenly, Zhuo Fan thought of a question, and then suddenly raised his head and saw the face exactly like himself. When the evil and murderous intent appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were certain, his arms stretched out, and he made a bold decision. .
The sword finger of the replica pierced through Zhuo Fan's chest, and the bodies of the two people slammed into each other, and the two heads were staggered next to each other. However, the replica did not have the joy of victory, and Zhuo Fan's expression was calm, without dignity and hatred.
"When did you find it?" The corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and the replica murmured faintly.
With a smile happily, Zhuo Fan said indifferently: "Not long ago, I couldn't kill you, but I was injured. I knew that we were one. Besides, you kept saying that you are me, Zhuo Yifan!"
"You won, Zhuo Fan. It seems that this time, I can't be reborn as I did last time, ha ha ha..." With a chuckle, the copy immediately turned into a black energy and merged into Zhuo Fan's body.
The corner of his mouth was slightly tilted, and Zhuo Fan's eyes were blurred for a while, and when he became clear again, he saw that he was sitting on the ground intact, with the wooden door he smashed in front of him, but the surroundings were calm, unlike just after the war. Look like.
A black figure wriggled away from under him, forming a figure in a black robe three meters away, and let out a congratulatory voice: "Zhuo Fan, you passed the level..."