Invincible copy system

"boom"

When the last boulder standing in front of Zhang Fan fell, he saw the only opponent in that fate again, himself.

At this moment, he had already put away his long knife.

The failure of the last round has proved that as a martial artist, the injured self is unable to defeat the strongest self.

As for Remington's wand, it is estimated that before he pulled the bolt, the opponent's knife was on his neck.

Therefore, after thinking about it, the only one who can deal with innate warriors is his most brainless form.

"Honey, you seem to be hurt."

The very "concerned" greeting on the opposite side.

"Isn't this a common thing? You have been knocked down once or twice."

"That's true, but now I have a knife in my hand." As he spoke, the other party raised the blade and shook it at Zhang Fan.

"Is it sharp?"

"This, you still don't know?"

"Hmm...you're right, there are many people who can't be hacked to death."

"Including yourself?"

Zhang Fan shook his head and replied, "I don't know."

"Want to try it?"

"I have this plan."

The other party took a step across, holding the knife in both hands, posed for a pose, and asked, "Are you ready?"

The corners of Zhang Fan's lips curled up slightly, and he replied, "Always be prepared."

"Then I'm sorry."

Before the words finished, the black shadow was already standing in front of Zhang Fan, and a cold light flashed, pressing straight to Zhang Fan's throat.

"You're playing dirty..."

The next moment, the black shadow shouted and flew back backwards.

After falling to the ground, it slid out for more than ten meters before barely stopping.

At this time, the clothes on Zhang Fan's upper body had disappeared. His figure doubled in size, with four arms sprouting from his back, and the one eye between his forehead opened, looking directly at the opponent who fell to the ground.

He showed the real body of Asura.

That is, the berserk monster that beat him to the ground.

"Well...that's about it."

Zhang Fan withdrew his iron fist and stretched his waist. Although he was the one who was extremely embarrassed, the punch to the flesh was really good.

The opponent leaned on Yan Mozhan and stood up, spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and shouted: "Do you frankly understand the rules? Has the dignity of a warrior been eaten by a dog?"

"Only those who are standing are worthy of talking about dignity. You want to save face, right? Come again."

Zhang Fan also responded with his rough voice.

The opposite party also had his own backbone, and shouted, "You forced me to do this." He rushed up again.

Zhang Fan didn't hold back anymore.

So, the two of them revisited the first battle that was staged here just now.

It's just that this time, Zhang Fan is that monster, and his own phantom has become a tortured character.

"what"

"puff"

After Zhang Fan made a perfect backspin kick, the opponent spat out a big mouthful of blood, smashed three rocks with his body, and finally fell flat on the ground and couldn't stand up.

"Well... the last time I lost was not wronged."

The first step in defeating yourself is to learn to learn from experience and lessons.

Forgive your martial arts, you are not an opponent of a beast.

Just when Zhang Fan was immersed in the joy of victory, the "corpse" in the distance changed.

First, the original color faded and turned into a pure white mannequin. Then, the shape dissipated and turned into glowing white sand flying in the air.

Then, under Zhang Fan's gaze, another "Zhang Fan" slowly gathered.

A pair of glasses was added, and a long gun was carried on the shoulder.

The other party raised his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said to Zhang Fan, "I didn't expect that."

Zhang Fan twisted his neck and replied, "Who gave you the confidence?"

"Kacha" the other party took down the spear, pulled the bolt, and said, "Of course it's you."

"That's good. For this rare gift, I will give you the same thing again. Only by constantly failing can you realize who you are."

After speaking, he then picked up a rock and threw it towards the opposite side.

"bang"

Just halfway through the flight, the flying stone was blown up by the opponent.

Zhang Fan rushed over before the dust hit the ground.

But when he ran a few steps, he tripped suddenly.

Before he could lower his head to check, more and more golden threads came out from the ground, wrapping around Zhang Fan's body continuously.

The other side shouted: "If you want to win against me, you have to understand that the brain is a good thing."

As he spoke, he raised his spear and fired several shots at Zhang Fan, who was restrained in his movements.

"Mortal wisdom."

However, before the elemental bullet touched the huge Zhang Fan, he had already disappeared.

In the next second, the opponent who sensed the danger turned back instantly, but it was still too late.

Zhang Fan's long knife had pierced his heart.

People have a desire to express themselves, and they always want to show their best side.

When you hold a gun in your hand, what you think in your heart is to shoot out the bullets in it as soon as possible, but you naturally forget that you can also move freely.

Under Zhang Fan's gaze again, the other party turned into a puddle of powder again.

Then, it was reshaped into a sturdy three-eyed monster in front of his eyes.

"Humph"

Zhang Fan snorted softly, put away the long knife, and took out the shotgun.

While retreating, he hit a moving target from a long distance.

Assassins with knives, mages with guns, and powerful monsters.

The three avatars are like rock-paper-scissors.

Strong defense and strength can crush superb skills, and mages can trap monsters, but they are afraid of Assassin who will come out at any time.

In this way, Zhang Fan fought several rounds with his phantom in the pile of rocks.

Make full use of strengths and avoid weaknesses, and attack those who are unprepared.

The phantom keeps changing, but it is still itself after all.

What is used is nothing more than spells, martial arts, and pure physical strength.

This weird circle kept turning, Zhang Fan was a little annoyed, but he didn't dare to relax.

I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, I'll be abused again.

In the end, Zhang Fan simply changed the Remington shotgun into a Desert Eagle pistol, holding a knife in his right hand and a gun in his left, and he shot left and right, enjoying himself.

His reaction is getting faster and faster, and the time for phantom transformation is getting shorter and shorter.

How long has passed, he can't remember clearly, and he can't count how many clones he killed.

"Again...Again"

Zhang Fan kept fighting with himself, his arrogance, recklessness, and fearlessness were all shattered by his own sword and gun.

In fact, he is very weak, he is not good at spells, has flaws in sword skills, and his brain is really not good.

After a long time, Zhang Fan's phantom no longer appeared, and he sat alone on the leveled hill, staring at the big eyes on his head.

"Did you see it? I was the one who won in the end."

Suddenly, Zhang Fan, who was shouting at the top of his voice, felt an inexplicable palpitation.

There is a strange force in the body, or a special life is wriggling, as if it is about to break out of its shell.

He panicked.

If the phantom hid in his body, how should he deal with it?

Panicked, Zhang Fan raised his head and shouted, "Tell me what this is?"

The "sun" on the head suddenly fell down and hit Zhang Fan's body.

It was also at this time that a new term came into his mind.

"Yuanying"