The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 1231: Shadow
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It's a matter of fact, it's imminent!
Zhuo Fan didn't dare to neglect, he hurriedly faced each other, and the right pupil flashed two golden rings. The black thunder flame on the left pupil raged, and the thunder flame broke through the air and shot out immediately.
Touch!
The two same moves collided again, and there was a clank and 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.
I look up at the replica again... Your sister, standing upright in front with a defiant smile.
A black line descends, and Zhuo Fan's heart sinks even more.
This copy is obviously now against the sky. Not only is all his tricks and all his tricks clear, and he is incredibly skilled, but also his power is obviously much better than himself.
The more the fight goes on, the less the chance of victory becomes. Suddenly, Zhuo Fan was already frowning and bleak, and he didn't know how to deal with it.
When the copy saw this, I couldn't help laughing out: "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, is this good for you?"
"Oh, you never thought I was going to kill you, hahaha..."
With a grin, the copy is noncommittal: "Do you know how long the old man has been here? Because I don't have a physical body, I will never see the sun in this sea of darkness."
"Doesn't the sea of sea have reincarnation, why don't you reincarnate?"
"Reincarnation?"
Looking at him evilly, the replica sneered unconsciously: "Reincarnation has to let go of everything. There are so many things that the old man can't let go. How can reincarnation? However, the old man has his own way, even if he does not go to reincarnation. , Can also be reincarnated. It is to destroy the soul of a living person, and then reincarnate with his body. Only for so many years, no living person has come here. Now it’s good, I copied your soul, as long as your master is dead , I will be able to borrow the copied soul to return to your body and become a human again. Jie Jie Jie......"
With a wicked laugh, the replica slammed again, like Zhuo Fan rushed forward, waving his sword fingers in his hand, closing the sky, skyrocketing, skyrocketing, and splitting the sky, all kinds of kendos, all of which are directed towards Zhuo Fan’s forehead. Hack it.
Strickenly startled, Zhuo Fan immediately backed away, dodges the violent storm, like a crazy fight, and the sword aura really contains a naked killing intent, making him stand upright at once, and dare not dare anymore. Have contempt.
Puff puff puff!
Suddenly, there were a few muffled noises, and Zhuo Fan's arms and shoulders were already swept across by three swords, and it hurt in his heart. This is a state of spirit and soul. Once injured, the pain is hundreds of times greater than that of the physical body.
However, Zhuo Fan is used to it. He just doesn't know how to deal with the chasing after this copy.
Suddenly, Zhuo Fan seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes sparkled with hope again.
This copy has mastered his previous skills. I don’t know if I just realized it. Has it been copied?
Thinking of this, Zhuo Fan suddenly stopped moving under the blockade of sword energy, but slowly raised his right arm, his eyes were calm.
Extreme strength, domineering and destroying the sky, only in a moment!
Kirin Fighting!
The pupils of his eyes condensed abruptly, and Zhuo Fan's seemingly fluttering punch slammed at the opponent. Only when the fist came to the end, a dazzling red light flashed immediately, like a volcanic eruption, so that people couldn't open their eyes.
Boom!
There was an explosion, and the space seemed to burst, and the entire Underworld boiled instantly. The terrifying fist, tearing away all obstacles in front of him, rushed to the replica fiercely. Under this terrible fist strength, the sword aura flying around was shattered and dissipated without a trace.
The extreme 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. Then, in Zhuo Fan's incredible eyes, his fluttering punch was also slowly raised. And that calm and virgin appearance is actually much more static than Zhuo Fan just now, it's almost as if the space has frozen.
Could it be that... even this trick is...
"Hehehe... I said, I am you. What you have, I have what!" With a grin, the copy of the punch was finally smashed: "And, I am stronger than you!"
Touch!
Two fists struck each other, the sky and the earth broke, 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 a counterfeit so hard to fight back?
Touch!
However, he didn't need to think about it anymore. The recoil force had already hit him hard. Even if he knocked him out a mile away, his whole body was in pain, and he was instantly weakened. . When he fell to the ground, he was unable to get up anymore, and his face was pale.
Fortunately, he has a virgin body now, without blood and internal organs.
Shoo!
A flashed body, came to him again, the fake guy stared at him tightly, showing a wicked smile: "Hehehe... you lose, then you can't get through this level, and the old man wants to I borrowed your soul to return the yang, hahaha..."
Ho **** ho!
Puffing 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, as if he had accepted his life. dejected.
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, I just don't care."
With a dreadful heart, Zhuo Fan stared at him closely.
With a sneer, the replica pointed at Zhuo Fan's chest and said: "Look at yourself!"
Can't help being taken aback, Zhuo Fan looked down, but was suddenly startled. I don't know when, he also has a huge hole on his chest, just like the replica...Uh!
However, when he looked at the replica, the wound on the replica's chest had disappeared.
The 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 said a long time ago, I am you. If you hurt me, you are hurting yourself, and if you kill me, you are killing you. You left me behind. Any injury of sorrow will be reflected on you, you...how can't help me!"
He couldn't stop the shock, 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 okay?"
A mysterious smile crossed the corner of the mouth, and the copy was noncommittal.
Watching 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 I 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, and pointed his sword. He rushed towards Zhuo Fan: "Just Lord, 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 **** pupil? Why does he even have the Destroying Lightning Flame. 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, it is impossible to steal the enlightenment feelings and experience, even the emperor-level master can't say it...
Suddenly, Zhuo Fan thought of a question, then suddenly raised his head and saw the face exactly like himself. When the corners of his mouth showed evil and murderous intent, his eyes were certain, his arms stretched out, and he made a Bold determination.
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 was also calm, without dignity and hatred.
"When did you find it?" The corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and the copy made a faint sound.
He smiled happily, and 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 that you are me, Zhuo Yifan!" /
"You won, Zhuo Fan. It seems that this time, I can't take the house and rebirth like last time, hahaha..." With a chuckle, the copy immediately turned into a black air and merged into Zhuo. Fan body.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and Zhuo Fan’s eyes were blurred. After he became clear again, he saw that he was sitting on the ground intact, with the wooden door that he had smashed in front of him, but the surroundings were calm, unlike What it looked like just after the war.
A black shadow wriggled away from under him, and formed a figure in a black robe three meters away, sending out a congratulatory voice: "Zhuo Fan, you passed the level..."