"Do you want to kill me or do you dare to kill me?"

Faced with the problem of the Master of Wu Lian, Zhou Fan just smiled faintly: "Of course I don't dare to kill you, but as long as I catch you, the result will be similar."

If you have to kill, it means there is no other way.

A purple-gold light emerged in his body, and the purple-gold armor completely covered him.

"Originally, my plan was to deal with you twenty replicators in the blood exchange segment. If I join in, you will definitely die, but one of the replicators failed, which has to be said to be an accident." Wu Lianjun said indifferently.

There were vortexes around him, and water rose from the vortex and condensed into a figure. The water curtain dissipated into water droplets, and the figure became clear, and it was another king of the Pure Lotus.

He actually copied it himself!

"Catch me?" The two Wulianjun smiled and they said in unison.

"You humans regard me as the weakest black evil spirit. You are not the first person to have such a thought, but they all failed. Do you think you can succeed?"

Their four hands condensed into claws, and the water vapor condensed, forming four water swords, a slender sword body, and a slightly trembling sharp water blade.

"You have to try it before you know." As soon as Zhou Fan finished speaking, he appeared on the left side of the non-copying Wu Lianjun, and the knife in his hand slashed out horizontally.

Buzz!

When the rust knife was so fast that only a stroke of sword shadows were visible, nine qi ghosts appeared on the blade, followed by cold blue flames, black thunder arcs, and pure white true qi were twisted together.

The moment when Zhou Fan's sword was slashed out, his face became solemn, and a faint green light suddenly grew from his swords, blocking towards his left side.

With a bang, the moment the two swords came into contact with the rust knife, they broke directly, shattered into countless sword blades flying across, piercing blood marks on the face of the Lord Zhu Lianjun.

The Rust Knife paused for a moment or continued to move forward with an unrivaled momentum.

At this time, two more double swords blocked the Rust Knife, and the duplicate swords that the Lord of Wu Lian arrived in time to swing.

Another bang sounded, and the two swords broke again, and the rust knife's strength was gone.

Even if it has not been gone, it will be of no use, because the Lord of Wu Lian has taken advantage of this and retreated three feet away.

The replica of the sword, Wu Lianjun, was shocked to fly out, rolling on the water several times before standing up straight, his eyes were indifferent and ruthless.

At this time, the water under Zhou Fan's feet spread out layer by layer, forming a huge puddle.

This is the aftermath caused by Zhou Fan and Wu Lianjun’s battle just now.

The four swords collided too quickly, so fast that the water surface under your feet was fed back.

The puddle was shaken open by huge force and quickly closed again.

The nineteen blood-transformed warriors who fought with the Copyer not far away kept part of their minds on the King of Wu Lian even during the battle.

So they all saw the knife Zhou Fan slashed, and their minds were shocked by this.

Just one sword forced the Black Evil-level King Wu Lianjun to retreat in a mess. Even if the Black Evil-level King Wu Lianjun is called the weakest Black Evil-level, it is ultimately the Black Evil-level King Wu.

If any of them were willing to deal with the Blood Li level, it would be very difficult, let alone the Black Evil level that surpassed the White Evil level!

How strong is he?

Such thoughts inevitably arose in the minds of nineteen warriors.

But they quickly became excited. The stronger Zhou Fan, the greater the benefits they would be.

Copy the Lord of the Wu Lian ran back to the Lord of the Wu Lian. The two Lords of the Wu Lian were spinning so fast that they could only see the vague shadows turning for two moments before stopping.

Now it’s hard to tell which one is a copy.

Both the Masters of the Pure Lotus looked at Zhou Fan with fear, but just now, he could clearly feel Zhou Fan's strength.

"Are you really a blood-changing section?" The two kings of Wu Lian said in unison. He had a special secret method to sense that this human was obviously a blood-changing section, but how could the blood-changing section be so powerful?

Even a warrior at the first level of the blood transfusion stage may not be so difficult to deal with!

Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows slightly. He was not in a hurry to take action. He was telling which one was the real Master of Wu Lian. "Actually, whether I have a blood-changing section is not very meaningful to you. Now you should know that you are not my opponent."

"And the replicas you copied with your ability don't seem to be as good as my companions. Over time, you will lose."

"But we can't kill you, so we might as well take a step back. If you let us leave, we will not enter the lotus pond after we seal the ship."

In Zhou Fan's opinion, the situation is safe to return first. As for whether to enter the lotus pond again, it depends on the situation. After all, why should people keep their promises with a strange person?

"No, you must die!" The two wise lotus masters showed a tough and cold look in their eyes. "I must kill you humans before the master wakes up so that they dare not enter the lotus pond again."

"Humans, do you think you will definitely beat me?" The people of the Zhulianjun opened their mouths, their teeth became sharp, white blood tendons appeared on their faces and hands, and their bodies suddenly contracted, just like two thin and short weird people.

But their bodies emitted powerful energy, causing the water under their feet to ripples.

Four water swords condensed in their hands again. In the blink of an eye, they supported their feet together, and the water surface exploded with a buzz.

With a swish, their bodies were wandering around like phantoms. When the four swords surrounded by green light pierced out, they had already arrived in front of Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan's eyes were shocked, and his body shook, and he divided them into two shadows, facing the two kings of the Wulian, and the sword in his hand slashed towards the four swords that were stabbing.

The tinging sounds sounded one after another, and the swords collided violently in the air at absolute speed. Each time they hit, they could only see a blurred sword light or sword light flashing by.

It seems that there are swords everywhere, and swords everywhere!

The figures of monsters and people have also turned into countless people, constantly wandering on the water, often at a glance.

The explosive air waves generated by collisions of pond water may be rolled up into a water curtain or transpired into white mist or until they explode on the water surface and dissipate into countless water droplets and splash out.

One person and one treacherous battle, no lotus could be seen in a radius of ten feet. The lotus in the distance was shocked by Feng Liu and could no longer stand upright.

Nineteen blood-changing warriors and replicants both stayed away from the battlefield between Zhou Fan and Wu Lianjun before continuing to fight.

The sunlight that appeared in the north shone on the empty water.

Such a battle lasted for a quarter of an hour, and the swords collided countless times, until there was a loud bang, and the power of the huge impact caused one man and two monsters to retreat to both sides.

The water surface was also split into a huge gully by the rushing force, and the black mud deep in the bottom of the water could be vaguely seen.

Zhou Fan stood still, gasping for breath, and countless sword marks appeared on his purple gold light armor on his body, cutting out a series of holes, but his strong body was not injured, and the purple gold light armor was slowly recovering.

The two slight lotus trudged their waists slightly, and the four swords in both hands had broken into short swords.

However, soon the water vapor condensed and a new sword formed.
Chapter completed!