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

Tan Lianjun's voice was flat without any ups and downs, but with a fierce killing intent, it reached everyone's ears.

The faces of the four ships and twenty blood-changing stage martial artists instantly became ugly.

"Why do you call him the weakest Black Demon Rank and the strongest Black Demon Level, and what is so special about him?" Zhou Fan looked at Wu Gaoxuan and asked urgently.

He had never heard of Tan Lianjun's name, and he didn't know much about him.

"Ignore him, let's go together. Wu Gaoxuan hadn't answered Zhou Fan yet, and the warrior of the boat on Tang Street on the north bank suddenly shouted.

"Good. The other three ships recognized the warrior of Tan Lianjun and spoke up.

The four ships instantly formed the idea of retreating together, and those warriors who knew the Lotus Monarch well knew that only in this way could they exchange for a glimmer of life.

"He is said to be weak because he is indeed weak in the Black Demon Rank, and he is said to be the strongest because powerful martial artists sometimes prefer to meet the Blood Demon Rank rather than meet him. Wu Gaoxuan's voice explained hurriedly.

The four boats had already begun to turn their bows and slowly rowed away.

The lotus leaf was still standing.

"It's not just Brother Zhou, everyone else has listened well, no matter what happens later, if there is a chance to kill Lianjun, don't kill him, otherwise we will all die. Wu Gaoxuan said in a deep voice to the four people on the boat.

"Why do we have to die if we kill him?" asked a warrior puzzled.

"It's the Lotus Disease of the Dead Lotus, and before he dies, he can curse all the living beings in his vicinity. Wu Gaoxuan looked at Tan Lianjun who was not moving on the water, his face was full of fear, "This is a terminal disease that is basically incurable. ”

"No one dares to kill Lianjun, if he dies, his enemies will also die, this is where he is strong. ”

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

Wu Gaoxuan glanced at Zhou Fan, if the four ships and twenty blood exchange stage martial artists said that anyone really had a chance to kill Tan Lianjun, it could only be Zhou Fan, he said so much because he was worried that Zhou Fan would kill Tan Lianjun.

Faced with the unkillable Tan Lianjun, they could only choose to retreat.

Zhou Fan frowned slightly, once he was killed, he would suffer from terminal illness and death?

Just as everyone was talking, when the boat was rowing a few feet, Tan Lianjun finally moved, and he picked up the jade flute and played.

Only this time the flute sound is no longer euphemistic and desolate, but has become sharp and aggressive.

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

But all the boats stopped at once, for twenty whirlpools appeared on the water, and the whirlpools formed a huge circle and surrounded the four ships.

The whirlpool has a huge suction force, tearing off the lotus stems around them, and the lotus leaves are all twisted into the whirlpool and sinking to the bottom of the water.

A column of water rose from the center of each whirlpool, and the column of water kept changing, turning into human shapes of different heights, but when the water curtain was scattered, the appearance of the human became clear.

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

Because the twenty people who appeared here looked exactly like them, and there was no difference in their hair, facial features, clothes, and even weapon charms.

It's as if they're looking in the mirror.

The only difference was that the pupils of the twenty replicants had a hint of light green light.

"Is this an illusion?" asked a warrior in a cold voice.

"Everyone be careful, this is not an illusion, this is Chen Lianjun's talent for replication, these replicants have the same strength as us, and even the talisman weapon can be copied!" shouted a martial artist on Tang Street on the west bank.

Zhou Fan looked at his replicant, his eyes showed a solemn look, can everything be copied replicant?

The weirdness of the black monster was beyond his imagination.

But soon Zhou Fan felt that something was wrong, because his replicant's face showed a look of pain, and that face was distorted.

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

His replicant exploded completely, scattering into countless droplets of water and falling onto the surface of the water, making a dripping sound.

Such a scene was not only seen by Zhou Fan, but also seen by other blood-exchanging martial artists.

Everyone was stunned.

Tan Lianjun had already stopped playing the flute, and he looked at Zhou Fan with a different color in his eyes, his copy actually failed.

"Kill them. Chen Lianjun just paused and spoke.

Nineteen blood-swapping clones immediately pounced on the people on the ship.

"Deal with yourself. The warrior let out a roar of rage, and he lunged at his replicant.

Deal with your own replicants because these replicants are copied according to their own strength, some are strong and some are weak, they are more familiar with their own strength and means, and it is easier to kill these replicants who do not have any IQ and just shoot on instinct.

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

The warriors were all clones who rushed towards them in an instant.

Soon there is a strange scene of two identical people fighting.

Thirty-eight blood-changing martial artists made a move, and the air boiled for this, and a powerful wave of qi swept away, shattering the water lotus plants, and the pond water poured up in waves, and the water surface appeared like a plough with criss-crossing ravines.

The four ships were in the midst of a raging storm, drifting farther and farther away by the force of the impact.

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

Xiao Xuan poked her head out of the dog's hair, she looked at the fierce fight, her face turned 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 shook and spilled down, and it was as if it were raining in the sky.

His replicant collapsed for no reason, then he had no opponent, and he could completely help the warriors on Si'antang Street kill the replicant, so as to break the current predicament.

But Zhou Fan didn't do it because he couldn't do it.

Because Tan Lianjun was standing on the water about a foot away and looking at him.

"I don't dare to say that I can copy all things in heaven and earth, but I rarely fail, even if I am a human being, the success rate of replication is as high as 95%. Chen Lianjun said slowly.

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

"Who do you ask me?" Zhou Fan sneered, "Your copying ability, I don't think it's as powerful as you say, otherwise you wouldn't be just a black demon level, you dare to say that you can copy a human warrior or monster that is much stronger than you?"

"Of course not. Tan Lianjun said frankly, "But you're just a blood-changing martial artist. ”

"I'm not an ordinary blood-changing martial artist. Zhou Fan pulled out the rusty knife.

He is not only a man, but also has blood gold, hot yang qi, qi ghosts, empty sound ghost thunder, dragon god blood and many other things in his body, where are these things so easy to copy?

"Do you want to kill me?" said Lianjun smiled, "Or do you dare to kill me?"