Weird World of Immortality

I'm going to kill you, turn your heads off, and send them out on a boat.

Jing Lian-Jun's voice was flat without any fluctuations, but with fierce killing intent, it reached everyone's ears.

The faces of the 20 blood exchange stage warriors on the four ships instantly became ugly.

"Why do you call him the weakest Heisha-class and the strongest Heisha-class? What's so special about him?" Zhou Fan looked at Wu Gaoxuan and asked anxiously.

He had never heard the name of Jing Lian-Jun, and he didn't know much about Jing Lian-Jun.

"Ignore him, let's go together." Before Wu Gaoxuan answered Zhou Fan, the warriors from the boat on Tang Street on the north bank suddenly shouted.

"Okay." The other three boats responded with a voice from the martial artist who recognized Jing Lianjun.

The four ships immediately formed a view of retreating together, and those warriors who were familiar with Jing Lianjun knew that only in this way could they be able to exchange for a chance.

"It's because he is weak because he is really weak in the Heisha level, and he is the strongest because a powerful warrior sometimes prefers to meet the **** level rather than him." Wu Gaoxuan explained in a hasty voice.

The four boats have already begun to turn their bows and row away slowly one after another.

Lian Jun on the lotus leaf was still standing still.

"It's not just Brother Zhou, everyone else listens well. No matter what happens later, if there is a chance to kill Lian-Jun, don't kill him, or we will all die." Wu Gaoxuan said in a deep voice. The four on the boat said.

"Why do we have to die if we kill him?" A warrior asked inexplicably.

"It's the dead lotus disease. Before he died, he could curse all the creatures nearby with this disease." Wu Gaoxuan looked at the immobile Lianjun on the water with fear on his face, "This is a kind of disease. contracted a terminal illness that is basically incurable.”

"No one dares to kill Jing Lianjun. If he is dead, his enemies will also die. This is his strength."

"If he dies, we have to be buried with him!"

Wu Gaoxuan glanced at Zhou Fan. If there were 20 exchange-level warriors in four ships, if anyone really had a chance to kill Jing Lianjun, it would only be Zhou Fan. He said so much because he was worried that Zhou Fan would kill him. The situation of Jing Lian-jun.

In the face of Jun Lian who cannot be killed, they can only choose to retreat.

Zhou Fan's brows were slightly wrinkled. Once killed, he would suffer from the terminally ill, dead lotus disease?

Just as everyone was talking, when the boat was rowed out a few feet, Lord Jing Lian finally moved, and he picked up the jade flute and played it.

It's just that this time the flute is no longer euphemistic and desolate, but sharp and aggressive.

Zhou Fan and the others glanced at the forbidden evil talisman on their body, and there was nothing unusual about the talisman.

But all the boats stopped immediately, because twenty whirlpools appeared on the water, and the whirlpools formed a huge circle, surrounding the four ships.

The vortex has a huge suction, and the lotus stems around them are torn off, and the lotus leaves are twisted into the vortex and sink into the bottom of the water.

A water column rose in the center of each vortex, and the water column was constantly changing, turning into human figures of different heights, but when the water curtain scattered, the appearance of the people became clear.

There were warriors on the four ships who couldn't help exclaiming.

Because the twenty people who appeared were exactly the same as them, and there was no difference in hair, facial features, clothes, and even weapon bags.

It was as if they were looking in a mirror.

The only difference is that the pupils of these twenty replicants have a hint of light green light.

"Is this an illusion?" A warrior asked coldly.

"Everyone, be careful, this is not an illusion, this is the copying talent of Lord Jing Lian. These copy people have the same strength as us, and even talisman weapons can be copied!" A martial artist from Tang Street in the West Bank shouted loudly.

Zhou Fan looked at his clone, with a solemn look in his eyes, is it a clone that can copy everything?

The level of weirdness of the black monster was beyond his imagination.

However, Zhou Fan soon felt that something was wrong, because the face of his clone showed a painful color, and the face distorted.

He looked at the clones of other warriors, and this did not happen.

His clone suddenly exploded completely, and countless water droplets fell on the water surface, making a beeping sound.

Not only Zhou Fan saw such a scene, but other blood-changing warriors also saw it.

Everyone was stunned.

Jing Lian-Jun had already stopped playing the flute. He looked at Zhou Fan with a strange look in his eyes. His copying actually failed.

"Kill them." Jun Lian just paused and said.

The nineteen clones of the exchange blood stage immediately rushed towards the people on the boat.

"Deal with yourself." A warrior roared, and he rushed towards his clone.

Dealing with your own replicators is because these replicators are copied based on their own strength, strong and weak. They are more familiar with their own strength methods. To deal with these replicators who do not have any IQ and just rely on instinct, then It's easier to kill these replicants.

Most people can think of this, and a small number of people who can't think of it will listen to the opinions of the majority.

The warriors all rushed towards their clones in an instant.

Soon there will be a bizarre scene where two identical people are fighting.

Thirty-eight warriors in the blood exchange stage started, and the air boiled for this. The powerful air wave swept through, shattering the water lotuses, and the pond water poured up in waves, and the water surface appeared like a plough. criss-crossing ravines.

The four ships were in the violent storm and were drifted farther and farther by the impact.

The dude was still on the boat, and he knew it couldn't help in this kind of battle, so he just sat on the boat and was ready to jump off the boat and swim for his life.

Xiao Ling stuck her head out of the dog's fur. She looked at the fierce fight, her face turning pale, "It's terrible."

She retracted her head again.

Zhou Fan had already left the boat, and he was hanging on the water.

The water continued to shake and spilled down, and it seemed like it was raining in the sky.

His replicator collapsed for no reason, then he would have no opponent. He could go and help the warriors in Si'antang Street to kill the replicators, thus breaking the current predicament.

But Zhou Fan didn't do it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ because he couldn't do it.

Because Jun Lian was standing on the water about ten feet away and looked at him.

"My copy talent can't say that I can copy everything in the world, but I rarely fail. Even if it is a fool among humans, the success rate of copying is as high as 95%." Jing Lianjun said slowly.

"So I'm curious, why it doesn't work on you?"

"You ask me who I ask?" Zhou Fan sneered, "I don't think your copying ability is as powerful as you said, otherwise you would not be just a black fiend, you dare to say that you can copy more than you. A lot of human warriors or weirdos?"

"Of course not." Jing Lianjun said frankly, "But you are just a blood exchange fighter."

"I'm not an ordinary blood exchange fighter." Zhou Fan pulled out a rusty knife.

He is not only a deceitful person, but also has many things in his body, such as blood gold, yang qi, qi ghost, empty sound ghost thunder, dragon **** blood, etc. How can these things be copied so well?

"You want to kill me?" Jun Lian smiled, "Or do you dare to kill me?"