Chapter 174. Break the barrier

"Wo!" The replica turned into a rushing light and shadow. A second later, it surrounded Ye Fan and surrounded him.

"Wang!" Ten replicas smashed thunder and lightning balls all over the sky at the same time, and Ye Fan's sight was suddenly full of overwhelming thunder and lightning balls.

Then he hit him hard on the body.

"Bang bang!" There was a continuous sound of hitting. Ye Fan was completely covered by endless thunderballs, and the replicator kept throwing thunderballs. Going on like this, he went on one after another, and had no ability to counterattack at all. He could only be passively beaten, which was simply insoluble.

Many people are defeated in the first wave of blows. The replicator is too fierce. The simplest thunderball can be used by everyone, but after the number reaches a certain level, the power is almost multiplied.

The star boundary around Ye Fan covered his whole body, and all the thunderballs were blocked, but he could only keep the boundary from being broken and form a deadlock.

This is not over yet. The replicator saw that the thunder ball could not kill Ye Fan. After smashing the last wave, it closed at the same time, and then a straight lightning beam suddenly shot at Ye Fan.

one, two... Ten ways!

Ten thunder pillars are connected to Ye Fan's body in turn, and they are connected to the same point. The quantitative change produces qualitative change, and the ten attacks are superimposed together, and the power is doubled.

"No, it's dangerous if it goes on like this." Ye Fan made a mistake. He should not defend so passively. After seeing so many replicas, many people subconsciously chose to defend, but they didn't know that this would only push themselves to death.

"Wan Jian Gui Zong!"

The cold wind sword is divided into two and four, and the sword light unfolds one by one, like a blooming lotus flower.

"Woth!" The sword light burst out, and the thunder beam was actually pushed back by the sword light little by little. A large number of silver sword light was divided into ten directions, and one handle was superimposed together to resist the thunder beam.

The replicator is still expressionless, maintaining the indoctrination of the power of thunder. According to their wisdom, the true qi of the creature in front of them will not last long. It only needs to be consumed, which is their victory.

Unfortunately, they far underestimated the strength of Ye Fan's true spirit. Half a minute later, the silver sword light still has no weakness, but the thunder beam is constantly being pushed back.

Ye Fan looked at these replicas coldly. A cold wind sword in the sky was still constantly splitting, and the situation was almost pulled back.

Ye Fan gently spit out a word.

"point!"

The speed of all the sword light splitting suddenly soared several times, and the endless silver sword light suddenly broke out and flew around!

The field is full of silver, a piece of silver and white, dazzling that people can't open their eyes.

A few seconds later, the silver light disappeared, revealing the scene inside. Ten replicators stood there motionless, and Ye Fan gently walked out of the encirclement from the side of one of them.

"Bum!"

The replicator has been completely penetrated by the silver sword light, and at this time, it is all burst into light spots.

"Rumble!"

There was another roar outside the tower, and the eighth floor has been built!

"What!" The people outside were stunned. The newcomer was so powerful that he opened the seventh floor on the first day. He thought that they had been practicing in the college for many days before they could get through, which made them feel embarrassed.

Especially those students who have just come in and only opened the third floor are ashamed to look at themselves. It's incomparable to look at others and then look at themselves.

"It's interesting that the seventh floor has been opened, but the eighth floor is not so good." A young man in a gray robe stood at the top of his tower and looked at Ye Fan's tower indifferently.

"Hey hey, Bian Yu, you have also paid attention to that boy." A dark-skinned man grinned at the young man in the gray robe.

"Yes, this boy is good." The young man in the gray robe smiled faintly.

"Oh? It's rare that you will also praise others. Do you want to take him as his subordinate? There was a trace of surprise in the dark-skinned man's tone.

"Ha ha, I think so. Maybe they don't want to." Bian Yu still said indifferently.

"Ha, who doesn't know your big name in Fengxing District? If you want to take him as a subordinate, it's that boy's blessing." The dark-skinned man said disapprovingly.

Bian Yu just smiled and didn't say much. His tower was forty-five floors high.

Most of the newcomers who are the same as Ye Fan are defeated when they get through the fourth floor. They are all looking at Ye Fan's tower, and their faces are helpless.

Just when Ye Fan broke into the tower, there was a man who broke into the tower with him almost at the same time, but he was not in the popular area. He was in a very special place.

It is empty here. He is the only one who lives here, and a seven-story tower stands alone.

"Boom!"

Ten replicators threw a large number of thunderballs at him at the same time, and the person in the middle was about to drown.

"It's settled." He smiled and spit out a word.

The ten replicators around him suddenly did not move. He gently walked to the front of one of the replicas, as if he were stretching his waist, and gently brushed it with a sword.

A small scar appeared on the neck of the replicator, which then exploded into a light spot and dissipated in the air.

Then I took a leisurely walk. Along the way, there were no big movements, but just a casual wave, as if it was no longer killing people, but an artistic performance.

Half a minute later, he gently ended the life of the last replicator. From beginning to end, he had that gentle smile. Even when he killed, the smile was still so gentle, as if it could melt the girl's heart.

The slender figure, the handsome face, the eyebrows are warm and indifferent, the nose is straight, the thin lips are slightly squeezed, and the outline of the face is so perfect that people dare not look directly. The black hair is scattered on the shoulders, and a few wisps on the forehead dance in the wind. Between the flow of eyes, it is like a wisp of light wind, and it is like a trickle flowing slowly into the heart.

This person is Jun Wunian.

After doing all this, there was no fluctuation on his face, so chic and so freely.

At this time, Ye Fan was also on his way to the transmission array to the eighth floor.

The two of them stepped on the transmission array at the same time.

A burst of light flashed, and the two appeared on the eighth floor at the same time. If there must be a difference, it is that there is no audience around Jun Wunian, only he is alone, and Ye Fan is surrounded by a sea of people.

The color ** in front of him already has a box so big that Ye Fan will not be stupid enough to drink violently. So he inserted his hand into **, and a circle of ripples rose on the water, and then ** began to slowly pour into his arm.