Invincible copy system

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Zhang Fan would never believe that there is such a circular arena in Jiangbei City.

Although the area is small, it is also fully equipped.

Bai Yi once said that there is a special place for discussing martial arts in Jiangbei City. Zhang Fan thought it was an underground club, but he didn't expect it to be next to the suburban golf course.

What's more, they didn't expect that not only the audience was full, but even a gambling game was opened.

In the battle of the Gods and Warriors, the younger generation of warriors show their unique skills, prove their strength, and strive for higher status and honor.Use your blood and sweat for a better future.

As far as Zhang Fan is concerned, today's competition is a well-designed killing game.

If you lose, keep your life here, if you win, wait for the next kill.

"Now, I announce that today's first battle will be between Qian Feng Zhan and Zhan Jiang Dao."

Following the commentary of the live host, Zhang Fan stepped onto the stage.

Zhang Fan couldn't figure it out, did the organizer want a good start?
He actually ranked first.

At this time, the atmosphere at the scene was also a little weird, and most people's eyes were on Zhang Fan.

"Is this notoriety?"

Zhang Fan complained in his heart, he knew very well that the owners of those eyes wanted to see his dead body on the spot.

Then, his opponent also came up.

"Du Fei, mafia killer, high-level warrior." The scanning system sent a message immediately.

As usual, pure identity information does not help Zhang Fan much.

The other party was wearing a black windbreaker, with two long swords on the left and one right, and his eyes were contemptuous, as if he was looking at a promotional product.

The referee stood far away, only staring at Zhang Fan, as if afraid that he would run away.

Zhang Fan lowered the ring head knife from his shoulder, put his hands on the ring like a crutch, and stood in front of him.

"My name is Zhang Fan, and my sword is Po Jun. What's your name?" Zhang Fan greeted.

But Du Fei, who was standing opposite, responded: "A dead person deserves to know my name."

"Ha ha" Hearing his answer, Zhang Fan was not angry, and continued, "Sir, you misunderstood. What I mean is, you have to let me know who died at my hands, right?"

"Go and ask Lord Yan."

As he said that, Du Fei instantly pulled out the two swords behind his back, and with a twist of his wrist, countless sword shadows were born.

"There are two tricks." Zhang Fan murmured in his heart, but he shouted, "My friend, are you practicing acrobatics? The tricks look good, do you dare to come over?"

"You asked for this." Du Fei said loudly, and rushed over.

This is Zhang Fan's purpose, to provoke the opponent deliberately, as long as the opponent does not hold back, he can judge the opponent's martial arts routines.

Du Fei danced the sword with both hands, and two sword nets were woven on the left and right sides of his body. The sword was so awe-inspiring that even Zhang Fan didn't dare to get close.

But his footwork is average, walking straight, without any skill at all.

Simply put, the opponent is a hedgehog.

"Hehe, take my move and ride thousands of miles."

After seeing through the opponent's tricks, Zhang Fan made a decisive move.

As soon as he drew his saber, Ling Kong made a circle and suddenly slashed at his opponent.Dozens of invisible sword qi were born out of thin air and flew towards the opponent.

In an instant, Du Fei's eyes were full of panic, and he hurriedly turned his two swords in front of him, and used the sword net to block Zhang Fan's saber energy.

"Bah, bah"

It's a pity that Zhang Fan's saber energy is facing Du Fei, but his sword net is extending horizontally, and the frontal impact meets the deflected defense.After two crisp sounds, Du Fei's swords were blown away.

"Ride first."

Before Du Fei could react, Zhang Fan's second move had already arrived.

In an instant, Zhang Fan spanned several meters and appeared in front of him.

Then, with a slash, Du Fei's coat exploded, and his body flew out of the field.

Zhang Fan didn't hurt the killer. At the moment of killing, he turned the blade and slashed at Du Fei's body with the back of the knife.

The force of the knife tore his coat, but did not hurt his flesh.

Du Fei suffered serious internal injuries, but did not bleed.

"Did you see clearly? That guy's speed..."

"Still alive, come again"

"That's what makes you a killer."

……

There were noisy voices in the auditorium, some were cursing, some were admiring, and some were simply talking.

"According to the competition rules, Du Fei..."

Before the referee could finish speaking, another voice came in.

"Wait a minute, it's not over yet."

Zhang Fan searched along the voice, and found that the speaker was an old man with a gray beard in the jury.

"Zhang Hei Hei, a mafia killer, a high-level warrior."

The other party's message was immediately sent to Zhang Fan's mind.

At this time, the referee hesitated and asked cautiously: "Mr. Zhang, Du Fei was kicked out of the field, according to the regulations..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Heihei interrupted him again, and said loudly: "The purpose of the Shenbing list competition is to communicate with each other and learn from each other. Du Fei's swordsmanship has not been shown, and he is sentenced to defeat. The purpose of creating the Shenbing list."

"But……"

Before the referee finished speaking, Zhang Hei Hei shouted at Du Fei: "Can you continue?"

Du Fei struggled to get up from the ground, and replied: "Yes."

"Then go up."

Du Fei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staggered and walked to the stage.

Then, without saying a word, he silently picked up the long sword that fell on the ground.

Finally, Du Fei stood in front of Zhang Fan again, and shouted loudly, "Come again."

From when he was kicked down to accepting the order to stand in front of Zhang Fan again, Zhang Fan watched the whole process.

He didn't say a word, neither argued with the referee, nor persuaded Du Fei to give up.

Zhang Fan stared closely at Du Fei's trembling hands and swaying shoulders, feeling pity in his heart.

Maybe, one day, I will become like an opponent, and my strength is not enough, but I must fight according to the orders of others.

But Zhang Fan also understands that the only thing he can do now is to beat Du Fei to the ground and make him unable to stand up.

So, for the first time, Zhang Fan used his own persuasion technique.

"Besieged on all sides."

This is a move based on footwork.

As soon as he shot, Zhang Fan's figure became erratic, surrounding Du Fei, attacking from the opponent's blind spot.

Du Fei himself was not good at footwork, and he was seriously injured. Facing Zhang Fan's flickering figure, he was powerless at all.

Then, Zhang Fan did not hesitate.

He didn't draw the knife, but directly hit several important acupuncture points on Du Fei's body with the end of the scabbard.

"what……"

Zhang Fan did not act lightly, and Du Fei yelled.

After that, without accident, Du Fei fell to the ground, unable to move his body.

"It's done." Zhang Fan shouted easily, put the ring head knife on his shoulder, and walked a few steps towards the judges' seat.

Finally, he shouted at Zhang Heihei: "Mr. Zhang, is that right? Do you think he can continue?"