Chapter 1231 The Shadow

A close call is imminent!

Zhuo Fan didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly confronted each other. Also, two golden rings flashed from his right pupil, and black thunder flames raged in his left pupil.

bump!

Two identical moves collided again, and a loud roar erupted. The terrifying black thunder flames suddenly spread out to the surroundings, burning the eight wastes. Even the surrounding sea water has evaporated into nothingness.

Under the force of the anti-shock, Zhuo Fan was shaken out of a kilometer, his pupils hurt for a while, and the shreds of scarlet blood couldn't stop flowing.

Look up at the replica again... Your sister, standing in front of you, with a provocative smile.

A black line descended, and Zhuo Fan's heart sank even more.

This replica is now obviously against the sky. Not only is all his tricks clear, he is extremely skilled, and his strength is obviously much better than himself.

The more this goes on, the slimmer the chances of winning. Suddenly, Zhuo Fan was already sad and bleak, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

Seeing this, the replica couldn't help laughing out loud: "Why, where did the arrogance just now go? Don't you think this level will be easier than the first level?"

"Senior, why do you do such a thing? Is it any good for you?"

"Oh, so you never thought I was going to kill you, hehehe..."

With a smirk, the replica was noncommittal: "Then do you know how long this old man has been here? It's because I don't have a body, I will never see the sun in this underworld."

"Isn't there a method of reincarnation in Minghai? Why don't you reincarnate?"

"Reincarnation?"

He glanced at him with a strange look, and the replica sneered: "Samsara wants to let go of everything, there are so many things that this old man can't let go of, how can he be reincarnated? However, this old man has his own way, even if he doesn't go to Samsara, he can still do it. Reincarnation. It is to destroy the primordial spirit of the living, and then use his body to reincarnate. It's just that no living person has come here for so many years. Now, I have copied your primordial spirit. As long as your master dies, I will reincarnate. You can use the copied Primordial Spirit to return to your body, become a human again, Jie Jie Jie..."

With a sinister laugh, the replica took a step again, just like Zhuo Fan rushing forward, waving the sword finger in his hand, Fengtian, soaring, lifting the sky, splitting the sky, all kinds of swordsmanship, all kinds, all slashed towards Zhuo Fan's forehead.

Frightened, Zhuo Fan immediately retreated again and again, dodging the storm, like a crazy fight, and the sword qi really contained naked killing intent, which made his hair stand upright, and he dared not despise him again. Heart.

Puff puff!

Suddenly, a few muffled noises came out, and Zhuo Fan's arms and shoulders were swept by three sword qi, which hurt into his heart. This is the state of the soul, once injured, the pain is hundreds of times more than the physical body.

However, Zhuo Fan is used to it, but he doesn't know how to deal with the relentless pursuit of this replica.

Suddenly, Zhuo Fan seemed to think of something, and his eyes shone with hope again.

This replica has mastered his previous skills. I don't know if what I just realized was also copied?

Thinking of this, Zhuo Fan suddenly stopped moving under the blockade of sword qi, but slowly raised his right arm, his eyes were calm.

Extreme power, domineering and destroying the sky, only for a moment!

Unicorn Tyrant Fist!

The pupils froze suddenly, and Zhuo Fan's seemingly fluttering punch slammed into the opponent. Only when the fist reached the end, it immediately flashed a dazzling red light, like a volcano erupting, stabbing people's eyes.

boom!

With a loud bang, the space seemed to burst open, and the entire Nether Sea instantly boiled. The terrifying fist strength ripped apart all obstacles in front of him and rushed towards the replica. The flying sword qi around them, under the terrifying fist strength, shattered one after another and dissipated without a trace.

In the first level, he realized the extreme power, the way of domination, combined with the power of the unicorn arm, which should not be underestimated. The power of this punch, I am afraid that even the holy body of the saint dare not easily resist.

However, when the replicator saw this, he smiled slightly and didn't care at all. Then, in Zhuo Fan's incredible eyes, his fluttering punch was also lifted slowly. And that quiet appearance was actually much more still than Zhuo Fan just now, as if the space was frozen.

Could it be that... even this trick he...

"Hehehe... I said, I am you. I have what you have!" With a grin, the replica's punch finally smashed out: "Also, I am stronger than you!"

bump!

The two fists collided, the sky and the earth cracked, and the sea gushed. Black cracks appeared in the space, and they were constantly collapsing all around. However, in the endless shock waves that radiated in all directions, the strongest one was rushing towards Zhuo Fan fiercely.

Obviously, just after the punch, Zhuo Fan's punch was suppressed by the replica again!

His pupils couldn't stop shrinking, Zhuo Fan couldn't believe it was true, he was beaten by the counterfeit and could not fight back?

bump!

However, he didn't need to think about it anymore, the recoil force had already hit him fiercely, and even if he knocked him out a mile away, the whole body was in pain, and he was instantly weakened a lot. When he fell to the ground, he was no longer able to get up and his face was pale.

Fortunately, he is now in a yin body, with no blood and no internal organs. Otherwise, he would have even turned his intestines out now.

call out!

A dodging, he came to him again, the impostor stared at him tightly, showing an evil smile: "Hehehe...you lose, then you can't pass this test.

, and the old man will also borrow your Primordial Spirit to return Yang, hahaha..."

Ho ho ho!

Breathing heavily, Zhuo Fan tried to support his body, but he was helpless. He stumbled and fell down again. He could no longer fight back. He could only close his eyes helplessly.

Seeing this scene, the replica couldn't help laughing again, raised a palm, and sent it to Zhuo Fan's forehead.

It's over, my lord, Zhuo Fan!

"The eighth level of Kongming Divine Eye, Shun Kong!"

However, at this moment, Zhuo Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and eight golden halos flashed in his right pupil.

puff!

With a muffled sound, the impostor suddenly had a hole in his chest, and his figure suddenly stopped, motionless. Zhuo Fan stared at him viciously, his sword fingers trembled slightly, and sneered: "Why, didn't you copy all my powers and moves? Don't you know that Kongming's eighth-level pupil can attack me in any way, Is it arbitrarily transferred in space, or even instantly transferred to you?"

"this……"

The brow trembled slightly, and the replica's complexion sank, but soon revealed a sinister smile: "Of course I know this, but I just don't care."

With a chill in his heart, Zhuo Fan stared at him closely.

With a sneer, the replica pointed to Zhuo Fan's chest and said, "Look at yourself!"

Unable to be stunned, Zhuo Fan looked down, but was shocked. I don't know when, he even wore a huge hole in his chest, just like the replica... uh!

However, when he looked at the replica, the wound on the replica's chest had disappeared.

His eyes were full of confusion, and Zhuo Fan was instantly confused.

"Hahaha... Who do you think I am?"

Seeing this, the replica couldn't help laughing: "I already said, I'm you, if you hurt me, you're hurting yourself, and killing me is killing you. Any injuries you leave on me , it will be reflected in you, you can't help me!"

His body couldn't stop shaking, Zhuo Fan couldn't believe it was true, and his face twitched for a while: "How is this possible? Then why are you okay with the injury you caused to me?"

A mysterious smile crossed the corners of his mouth, and the replica was noncommittal.

Staring at him closely, 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 is, can never hurt him, even though he is already much stronger than himself.

But in this case, what is the way to win?

Since this second level is a level, it should be possible to pass the level, and it should not be unsolved!

No meat was deeply wrinkled, Zhuo Fan was puzzled.

The replica stared at him coldly, but the more he laughed, the more evil it became, and his body slowly floated into the air. When he reached a height of 100 meters, he shouted loudly, swooped down, and pointed his sword at Zhuo ruthlessly. Fan rushed over: "Master, farewell, from now on, I will be Zhuo Fan, hahahaha..."

The fierce murderous aura approached in front of him, but Zhuo Fan still couldn't understand it.

Why does he have my Kongming Divine Eye, and why does he even have the World Destruction Thunder Flame? These powers are not worth it, 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, it is impossible to steal the feeling and experience of enlightenment, even an emperor-level master can't reach it, don't tell me...

Suddenly, Zhuo Fan thought of a question, then raised his head suddenly, and saw the same face as himself, when the corners of his mouth showed evil and murderous intent, but his pupils were fixed, his arms stretched out, and he made a bold decision .

The sword finger of the replica passed through Zhuo Fan's chest with a sword, and the two people's bodies slammed together, and the two heads were staggered next to each other. However, the replica did not have the joy of victory, and Zhuo Fan also looked calm, no more solemnity and hatred.

"When did you find it?" The corner of his mouth trembled slightly, and the replica made a faint voice.

With a smile, Zhuo Fan said lightly: "Not long ago, I couldn't kill you, but I was injured. I knew that we were one. Besides, you kept saying, you are me, Zhuo Yifan!"

"You won, Zhuo Fan. It seems that this time, I can't be reborn as I did last time, hehehe..." With a chuckle, the replica immediately turned into a mass of black gas and merged into Zhuofan's body.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and Zhuo Fan's eyes were blurred for a while. When it became clearer, he saw that he was sitting on the ground intact, with the wooden door that he smashed in front of him, but the surroundings were very calm, not like after the war. look.

A black shadow wriggled and floated away from under him, forming a figure in a black robe three meters away, and congratulated with relief: "Zhuofan, you have passed the customs..."