I'm going to kill you, turn your heads down, put them on the boat and send them out.

The voice of the Lord of Wu Lian was so calm that there was no ups and downs, but it was filled with fierce murderous intent and reached everyone's ears.

The faces of twenty blood-transformed warriors in the four ships instantly became ugly.

"Why are he called the weakest Black Evil Level and the strongest Black Evil Level? What special thing does he have?" Zhou Fan looked at Wu Gaoxuan and asked urgently.

He had never heard of the name of the Lord of Wu Lian and had no idea about it.

"Don't pay attention to him, let's go together." Wu Gaoxuan had not answered Zhou Fan yet, and the warrior on the ship on the North Antang Street suddenly shouted.

"Okay." The warrior who recognized the martial artist of the Wulianjun spoke out.

The four ships instantly formed a view of a joint retreat. Those warriors who were familiar with the king of the Pu Lian knew that only in this way could they get a glimmer of hope.

"It is said that he is weak because he is indeed very weak in the Black Evil level, and it is said that he is the strongest because powerful warriors sometimes would rather meet the Blood Evil level than meet him." Wu Gaoxuan explained in a hurry.

The four ships had already begun to turn the bow and slowly rowed one after another.

The Lotus Master Wu on the lotus leaf was still standing still.

"It's not just Brother Zhou, but everyone else will listen. No matter what happens later, if you have the chance to kill Master Zhu Lian, don't kill him, otherwise we will all die." Wu Gaoxuan said to the four people on the boat in a deep voice.

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

"It's the Death Lotus disease. Before he dies, he can curse all living things nearby." Wu Gaoxuan looked at the unmoved Wu Lianjun on the water. His face was filled with fear, "This is a terminal illness that is basically curable."

"No one dares to kill the Lord of Wu Lian. If he dies, his enemies will die, and this is where he is powerful."

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

Wu Gaoxuan glanced at Zhou Fan. If there were twenty blood-transforming warriors on four ships, they would only be Zhou Fan. He said so much that he was worried that Zhou Fan would kill Wu Lianjun.

Faced with the unstoppable Wu Lianjun, they had no choice but to retreat.

Zhou Fan frowned slightly. Once he was killed, he would suffer from terminal illness.

Just as everyone was talking, the boat rowed several feet long, and the king of Wu Lian finally moved. He picked up the jade flute and started playing it.

But this time the sound of the flute was no longer gentle and desolate, but became sharp and full of aggressiveness.

Zhou Fan and the others took a look at the evil-forbidden talisman on their bodies, and there was nothing abnormal about the talisman.

However, all the ships stopped immediately, because twenty vortexes appeared on the water surface, which formed a huge circle and surrounded the four ships.

The vortex has a huge suction force, tearing the lotus stems around them, and the lotus leaves are twisted into the vortex and sank into the bottom of the water.

A water column rose in the center of each vortex, and the water column continued to change, turning into human figures of varying heights, but when the water curtain scattered, the human appearance became clearer.

There were warriors on the four ships that couldn't help but exclaim.

Because the twenty people who appeared here looked exactly the same as them, their hair, facial features, clothes, and even weapons and talisman bags.

It's like they're looking in the mirror.

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

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

"Be careful, this is not an illusion, this is the replication talent of the Lord of Wu Lian. These replicas have the same strength as us, and even talisman weapons can be copied!" A warrior from Xi'antang Street shouted loudly.

Zhou Fan looked at his copyist, and his eyes showed a solemn look. Can everything be copied?

The weirdness of the black monster was beyond his imagination.

But soon Zhou Fan felt something was wrong, because the face of his copying person showed a look of pain, and his face became distorted.

He looked at the copyist of other warriors, and this was not the case.

His copyist suddenly exploded completely, and countless water droplets fell into the water, making dripping sounds.

Not only Zhou Fan saw this scene, but other warriors in the blood-transformation stage also saw it.

Everyone was stunned.

The Lord of Wulian had already stopped playing the flute. He looked at Zhou Fan with a strange look, and his copying failed.

"Kill them." Wu Lianjun just paused for a moment and spoke.

Nineteen blood-transformation replicators immediately rushed towards the people on the ship.

"Treat yourself against yourself." A warrior roared and rushed towards his copyist.

The reason why they deal with their own replicas is that these replicas are copied based on their own strength, both strong and weak, and they are more familiar with their own strength and means. When dealing with these replicas who have no IQ but only act on instinct, it is easier to kill these replicas.

Most people can think of this, and a small number of people will listen to the opinions of most people.

The warriors rushed towards their own copyists in an instant.

Soon, two identical people were fighting strange scenes.

Thirty-eight blood-transforming warriors took action, and the air boiled for this. The powerful waves of air swept through, shattering lotus trees, and the pond water poured backwards, and the water surface seemed to plow the ground.

The four ships were in a storm and storm, and were floating further and further by the impact.

The man was still on the boat, and he knew that this kind of battle would not help, so he just sat on the boat and was ready to jump ship and swim in the water at any time.

Xiao Kun poked her head out of the dog's hair. She looked at the fierce fight and her face turned pale, "So terrible."

She retracted her head again.

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

The water kept shaking and it seemed like it was raining in the sky.

His replicant collapsed for no reason, and he would have no opponent. He could help the warriors in Si'antang Street kill the replicant, thus breaking the current dilemma.

But Zhou Fan did not do this because he could not do this.

Because the Lord of Wu Lian was standing on the water about ten feet to look at him.

"My talent for copying can be copied by my talent, but it rarely fails. Even the sacred people among humans, the success rate of copying is as high as 95%. "My Lianjun said slowly.

"So I'm curious, why did it fail on you?"

"Who do you ask me?" Zhou Fan sneered, "Your copying ability is not as powerful as you said, otherwise you wouldn't be just a black evil level. Do you dare say that you can copy a human warrior or monster who is much stronger than you?"

"Of course not." Wu Lianjun said frankly, "But you are just a blood-changing warrior."

"I'm not an ordinary blood-transforming warrior." Zhou Fan pulled out the rust knife.

He is not only a treacherous person, but also has many things in his body, such as blood gold, flame yang energy, qi ghosts, hollow sound ghost thunder, dragon god blood, etc. How can these things be so easy to copy?
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