Chapter 177. Desperate

It's just that no one will spend so much effort to cultivate a waste that is not destined to become a climate. Everyone thinks so, so Ye Fan is not interested in it, which has become a joke.

One of the two most dazzling freshmen's entrance results turned out to be a waste with only a trace of mystery. If this news spreads, there will certainly be many people who will alienate and despise Ye Fan.

On the contrary, Wang Jun, this down-to-earth little fat man, because of his personality and his strength and qualifications are not weak, which makes a mentor who has a similar temper fall in like him. Although that tutor is not as powerful as Jun Wunian's teacher, he is also an upper-class among so many tutors.

At that time, Huangfu Zhan, who appreciated Ye Fan very much, also expressed great regret for Ye Fan's affairs. He appreciated Ye Fan's nature very much, especially his coldness and madness in the battle, which made him deeply happy. However, the hard standard of the mark of meaning made him have to suppress the idea of making Ye Fan an apprentice. After all, this The risk is too great. If Ye Fan is stuck below the hundred refining realm all his life, isn't it a joke? His apprentice of Huangfu Zhan can't even break through the hundred refining realm.

On the ninth floor, Ye Fan adjusted his state, so that the function of his whole body reached a peak that can be reached at present, but the improvement of cultivation does not bring him any benefits to the tower, because the cultivation of the replica will also rise with the rise of his cultivation. On the contrary, it will take some time for Ye Fan to improve his strength. Familiarity can exert the greatest power.

"Come on!" Ye Fan suddenly pressed it, and his hair was windless. Two cold eyes crossed the space.

There are 50 pieces of light and shadow in front of it. After a moment, there are 50 expressionless replicas.

"Boom!"

Fifty strong breaths burst out of their bodies, shocking the world, and even as if to solidify this space. Ye Fan only felt that his breath was stagnant, and there seemed to be a heavy burden of millions of pounds on his shoulders oppressing him. Zhenyuan's running speed was a little bad.

Fifty replicas stared at Ye Fan with a decent expressionless expression, motionless, and suppressed Ye Fan completely unable to move just by momentum. This was almost a one-sided battle.

"It's a good momentum, but you think you can defeat me in this way. It's too simple." A trace of blood overflowed from the corners of Ye Fan's mouth, and a crazy color flashed in his eyes.

It turned out that he forcibly operated Zhenyuan and broke through the lock of this powerful momentum, but the price was deeply injured under the traction of the air machine.

"Boom!"

Fifty fierce attacks cut through the space and suddenly hit Ye Fan, but Ye Fan had been on guard for a long time. At this time, he turned into a vague shadow close to the wall, constantly avoiding the attack of the replicator.

Thunder and lightning kept splitting behind Ye Fan, splashing a burst of electric flowers.

Ye Fan suddenly flew up and swept over the replicator, about to launch an offensive.

"It's not good!"

All the replicators looked up almost at the first time. Fifty cold eyes stared at Ye Fan above, making his scalp a little numb.

"Wang, sw!"

A batch of thunder and lightning hit Ye Fan overwhelmingly. At a glance, it was all thunder and lightning weapons, knives, guns and sticks. If all of them were smashed, it would make people's legs and feet feel weak.

Ye Fan's hair exploded all over his body. At the critical moment of life and death, he burst out at an unparalleled speed.

"Thousands of pounds!"

Ye Fan suddenly fell down, and the thunder and lightning above could rub against him and burn a few of his hair. If it hadn't been for the martial arts he had learned in the space in the sword, he would have used this move, which was originally used to attack, as an escape for his life. At this moment, it was already a ball of coke.

It's just that he just fell, and the attacks of those replicators came one after another.

"Does it feel good to shoot?"

After being beaten for so long, Ye Fan was also a little angry. This time, he did not dodge. As soon as he stepped on his right foot, the thunder and lightning storm suddenly appeared in front of Ye Fan. At the same time, he used ten thousand swords again. After a few breaths, the thunder and lightning storm dispersed, but the time had been won.

"Break!"

Hundreds of sword lights shot wildly and suddenly collided with thunder and lightning, and the attacks offset each other, bursting with dazzling brilliance in the middle of the two sides.

"The wind changes!"

Taking advantage of this time, Ye Fan's figure turned into a vague shadow again. Before taking a step, there was a small storm. Along the way, it was like a lotus step by step. A large number of storms generated and slowly approached the replicator.

"Combined!"

Countless small storms combine to turn into a huge and huge hurricane.

Ye Fan jumped into the hurricane and relaxed his body to rotate with the rhythm of the wind. Relying against the hurricane, he rushed to the replicator against the attack.

"Die!" Ye Fan jumped out of the hurricane and went down with a few swords, bursting the seven replicas into light spots, and killing them at the same time, creating chaos.

Other replicators completely ignored Ye Fan's surroundings were companions. They attacked Ye Fan violently. Ye Fan kept dodging and carrying a few a few, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with some blood, but those replicators died because of this.

"Don't think you will discharge electricity." Ye Fan also condensed several thunder snakes in his hand and smashed them at the surrounding replicas. At the same time, he waved his sword and shot with his sword spirit. Relying on the exquisite position of "The Wind", he looked for weaknesses in the intensive offensive.

A minute later, Ye Fan's clothes were tattered, and there were many colorful clothes hanging on his body. Zhenyuan had few left, but there were only the last eight replicas in front of him.

"It's spelled." Ye Fan spewed out a mouthful of blood, forcibly lifted the last strand of Zhenyuan, and gathered it into his hand, and the long sword was shocked.

"Thunder and lightning cross!"

With the cold wind sword in his right hand, he drew a cross sword spirit. At the same time, it was infused with the power of thunder and lightning, and the power and speed of the sword spirit doubled.

The replicator was about to resist, but found that the sword spirit had come to them, like cutting tofu. The thunder and lightning cross cut through their bodies and blew them into light spots.

"Finally passed." Ye Fan staggered and almost stood unsteadily.

"Rumble!"

There was another roar outside the tower, and the tenth floor had been built.

"Damn, no!" It almost exploded outside. It was shocking enough to pass through the eighth floor, but he didn't expect that Ye Fan could even pass the ninth floor.

"Oh, my God, on the ninth floor, there must be a peerless genius in my popular area."

"The strongest wind in my popular area is not regrets. In those years, I just passed the level of the eighth floor. It's lively to watch. Unfortunately, he is still too young. If he is given another period of time, this year's Qinglong List will definitely have his place."