Chapter 360 No. 2
Not only was Yang Feng stunned, but even Zier and Moore, who was already ready to take action, were stunned.
Two Yang Feng...
Moore blinked his eyes, and he doubted whether he was dazzled.
Looking at a knife condensed into nearly a million knives, Yang Feng took a breath of cold air. The other party's mastery of jihad skills was far above himself. It is not surprising that the strength of this clone has reached the holy level, and it can completely wave a million knives. If Yang Feng has this strength, it is absolutely easy to wave this million-dollar shadow.
"Haha... Damn it, you don't deserve to be called Yang Feng. I'm Yang Feng." The clone roared, and the golden knife in his hand quickly cut towards Yang Feng.
"Kaka!" Yang Feng roared.
"Call the top BOSS for help? Do you think you have it, but I don't? Black card!" The clone roared in a low voice.
Wh! The two flames rising to the sky collided with each other. One was a milky white flame with ice flowers, and the other was as dark as ice, but with a blazing flame. Two identical fire demons hit fiercely, and the terrible power exploded. Countless fires were released with a terrible bursting breath. The hot flames made Zi'er and others thousands of miles away quickly retreat to the distance.
The strength of the fire demon Kaka is stronger, resisting the fatal blow of the clone and making him retreat far away.
Yang Feng stared at the cloned man, and the cloned man was also staring at him.
There was a trace of mockery in the clone's eyes, and it seemed to see through Yang Feng's mind. He smiled and said, "The body! Let go of your war tiger."
"Since you have said that, let's do as you wish, War Tiger." Yang Feng released the war tiger.
Wo! The war tiger jumped out, and the white and golden fur exuded colorful luster under the sun, and there was a strong and terrible power between the claws.
"Black Dragon!" The clone sneered.
With the same roar, a black tiger beast rushed out. The fur of this tiger beast is black, but it also shines with colorful luster in the sunlight, and even the appearance is exactly the same as the war tiger. The only difference is that the fur is different. Platinum Holy Tiger Beast... Yang Feng took a breath of cold air and looked at the clone in surprise.
What I have, this clone has everything...
In addition to the Fire Magic Kaka and War Tiger, does this guy also have those other things?
Moor took action at this time, bang! In a moment, countless metal particles emerged, turned into dense manipulators, and bombarded the clone. Although Moore is a deputy, after all, he has the strength at the peak of the holy level. When he saw Moore take action, Yang's cover was right. Although your strength may not be able to shake this guy, with Moore, it should not be a big problem to deal with this guy. When Yang Feng put away the clone detector, he glanced at the top and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that no other clones appeared. At this time, the clone was dodging Moore's attack, and his speed was extremely fast.
Aiming at the opportunity, Yang Feng jumped up.
Jihad skills - ten thousand heavy kills!
700,000 knife shadows quickly overlapped and cut towards the clone.
"Idiot! I am separated from your body. I know any of your thoughts and your abilities. As long as you move your finger, I will know what you are going to do the next moment and hurt me with this jihad skill? You are so naive." The clone looked disdainfully at the 700,000 knife shadows from Yang Fengzhan, as if they didn't pay attention to it.
A knife is about to kill the clone.
At this moment, the shadow of death suddenly broke out on the cloned man, and countless dark shadows wrapped around the cloned man. Bang! The death was bounced back, and Yang Feng's whole body was bounced away. I ignored Yang Feng, and the clone rushed up directly, waved the golden knife in his hand, and fought with Moore. In the face of fierce clones, even Moore, who is at the peak of the Holy Step, is a little tied up. No wonder Moore rarely fights. As a deputy, he mainly creates objects. Fierce clones, constantly waving jihad skills - ten thousand heavy kills! The successive bombardment made Moore exhausted to resist.
The condensed metal arm turned into fragments under the chopping of clones.
At the instruction of Yang Feng, the fire magic card has taken the black card to the distance. Under the bombardment of the two top-level BOSSes, there are no living things in a hundred miles around them, and all of them are flames. The war tiger and the black dragon, like two beams of light, kept hitting, and the terrible aftershocks made the ground tremble.
Seeing that Moore was in a hurry to resist, Yang Feng realized that if he continued like this, Moore would be hurt by the clone sooner or later.
Does this clone really have all his own abilities?
Yang Feng squinted and stared at the clone. Although the fire magic card is the BOSS of the tenth platform, it is not impossible to cultivate. As long as you spend a little time and carry out a series of training, you can completely cultivate another fire magic card. Of course, the other fire magic card will not be as strong as the original, slightly inferior. The same is true for war tigers, which can also be cultivated. There have been professionals who have cultivated platinum pet beasts. Although the platinum pet beast is just a young beast, it only has high-level strength. If it grows up, it should not be a big problem to reach the holy level.
Think about it in other's shoes. This clone is really like himself, just like a shadow. He has his own personality, his own defects, and his own advantages. The only difference is that his strength is higher than himself and he has reached the holy level. If you were yourself and faced Moore, you would indeed deal with Moore like this.
But is the other party really himself?
No!
He is not.
How can a cloned human be a replica cloned with his own genes?
Yang Feng opened his eyes. If he had the power of the holy level, he would definitely be much better than him. Because he doesn't have all his own strength, nor does he have the hate power of the horror horse. He is not a horror horse. This is the only profession. No matter how much he learns, he can't fully display the potential true meaning of horror horse.
Jihad skills - ten thousand heavy kills!
Yang Feng cut a knife at the clone, with a brave and fearless mentality, which brought out the shadow of 750,000 knives.
"Are you an idiot? Your jihad skills have no effect on me. The clones didn't pay attention to Yang Feng's tens of thousands of killings.
"Does it work? Don't you know if you try it?" Yang Feng shouted in a low voice, "Holy war skills - infinite power." Bang! There was a burst of explosion, and the power in Yang Feng's body exploded. Suddenly, the shadow of 750,000 knives turned into 950,000 knives, which split towards the back of the clone, and chopped on the back of the clone with infinite power.
The counterattack power of the Holy Level burst out, but in the face of nearly 950,000 knife shadows and the terrible power of infinite power, the counterattack force was suddenly broken.
Wh!
Cut it down with a knife.
A deep mark was suddenly drawn on the clone's back. The severe pain made the clone scream, and the violent hatred force entered.
"Brother Moore! Kill him!" Yang Feng can't care so much. Facing a guy who is exactly like himself, Yang Feng's heart is full of infinite hatred. Moreover, this guy can actually calculate his own psychology. If he doesn't kill this guy, Yang Feng can't vent his hatred.
"Good!" Seeing the opportunity, Moore raised his hands high. Suddenly, countless metal balls gathered together, bang! The space was a sensation and bombarded towards the clone.
"Do you think you can kill me like this?" The clone endured the pain of his back. He grinned and his body disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Hidden into the air, the clone easily avoided Moore's attack. He did not leave or move. As if he knew what Yang Feng wanted to do, he directly took out a white gold ring and crushed the ring directly. At the moment when the ring was crushed, a powerful conscious force was exerted through his body.
"The power of consciousness is really very powerful... If I have this power of consciousness, not to mention a mole, even if there are ten, I will die." The clone's eyes narrowed into a slit. He felt the piercing hatred influx of his back. The clone took a breath, and his face suddenly showed a touch of joy, "The hateful power of horror, good! It's so great that I finally got the hateful power of this horror horse. Although my profession is not a horror horse, I can copy it and completely copy this power. There is another jihad skill - infinite power, right... This thing is great. With this infinite power, even in the face of other strong men at the peak of the holy level, I can win. Number one! I must kill you and take away all your strength. At that time, I will be the real number one, not the number two. The master will definitely favor me.
The clone stood where he was, digesting the power of hatred in his body.
This force hits his body and constantly destroys all parts of his body, but the clone is not worried. With the speed of his body recovery, he can recover soon. He wants to copy this hateful power. Unfortunately, the power of consciousness cannot be copied, otherwise, clones firmly believe that their combat skills will far surpass Yang Feng.
"What is the positive body? Sooner or later, I will be the real body. The power of all clones will become my nutrition and my food." No. 2 roared at the bottom of his heart.
ci ci......
The wound on the clone's back slowly healed, and the power of hatred was slowly swallowed up by his strength, and then spit out little by little. The devouring power of hatred was extremely violent, while the spitting power of hatred seemed extremely submissive and slowly integrated into the body of No. 2. These hate forces are like seeds. With its promotion, the power in No. 2's body is quickly transformed into another stronger hate force. The hatred power generated by the strength of the Holy Level is countless times stronger than the hatred power in Yang Feng's body.