Looking at the two rapidly approaching golden lights, Xu Fan couldn't help but slightly change his expression.
This cold-hearted path is usually used for internal cultivation, needing only to defeat oneself to pass. But now, four figures have appeared!
One can imagine, as you continue killing along the way, even the strongest person will eventually be overwheld by a crowd of themselves and be slain!
Buzz buzz!
Two golden fists had already reached in front, and the violent spiritual power made the air buzz and hum.
"Don't kill! Don't evade! Maintain the sa level of spiritual power and just entangle with it!" Bai Ying's reminder sounded beside him, but Xu Fan's eyes flashed with determination, and his fists extended, spiritual power spewing forth, directly using more abundant spiritual power to blast the two versions of himself into mist.
"Are you crazy!? At this rate, both of us will die here!" Bai Ying suppressed his spiritual power laboriously, battling with two versions of himself only using Vajra Realm spiritual power, and glared angrily at Xu Fan.
The strength of the cold-hearted path lies in its invincibility, because one person can never defeat two, or even countless versions of oneself. Only by suppressing spiritual power, and revealing one's trump cards again and again at wits' end, can one go the furthest, naturally having the best chance of breaking out.
But Xu Fan was good, he had barely walked a few steps, and had already raised the spiritual power level to the sa level as his own Zhiwei Realm, and the number of enemies directly turned into four!
This situation is almost a dead end!
Sure enough, as the mist rose, four figures identical to Xu Fan had already stepped out, spiritual power surging, the aura incredibly robust, not at all weaker than Xu Fan's true body.
"Hang in there! Don't use combat skills! Until the mont of life and death, don't reveal your trump card! Wait for to break the formation and get you out!"
Bai Ying gritted his teeth, enduring the attacks from two versions of himself, and charged forward with all his might towards the steps that seed to have no end. Yet this charge made Bai Ying's face change dramatically. As he sprinted higher step by step, the aura of the two versions of himself suddenly soared, reaching the terrifying Mysterious Light Realm in an instant.
The imnse pressure forced Bai Ying to stop, focusing on dealing with the two misty figures that were already threatening his life. Glancing down montarily, Bai Ying, who was already nearly in despair, saw Xu Fan's situation, making his heart grow even colder!
In front of Xu Fan, the number of misty figures had already reached sixteen! Surrounding Xu Fan so tightly that not even air could pass through! Even more terrifying was that the sixteen misty figures moved incredibly fast, their every gesture causing earth-shattering destruction, unleashing terrifying combat skills as if for free upon Xu Fan's true body.
And Xu Fan, surrounded in the middle, looking at the sixteen incredibly terrifying versions of himself, actually curled his lips into a smile.
This scene nearly made Bai Ying spit blood from anger!
Everything necessary had been conveyed, explained clearly, and in order to rescue Xu Fan, Bai Ying himself had charged and fought tirelessly, with two Vajra Realm misty figures having already climbed to the Mysterious Light Realm, the pressure imnse.
And Xu Fan? Not only was he ungrateful, he seed intent on opposing Bai Ying. A madman is truly a madman, incomprehensible!
And when Bai Ying saw a terrifying aura rise, as if to tear the sky apart, a palm shattered the sixteen misty figures, Bai Ying was already on the brink of madness from anger!
"Xu Fan! What the heck are you trying to do? I shouldn't have believed your nonsense! You madman! Gambler! Bastard..."
Bai Ying was clearly maddened, words he had never uttered erged in a string now, his face flushed with anger, as he danced around evading attacks from two misty figures.
And this series of screams finally had a bit of effect, as in the gap between thirty-two misty figures slowly stepping out, Xu Fan finally returned a word to Bai Ying, "Relax, you won't die. If I wish to break this formation, it's a matter of a finger snap!"
The voice was calm, yet carried a sense of powerful confidence, evidently Xu Fan was not speaking without basis.
Xu Fan had always had a small habit, though perhaps not considered a habit, of his eyes lighting up every ti he encountered a challenging predicant, feeling compelled to temper himself.
Xu Fan would not forgo any opportunity that might enhance his strength. Today, it was the sa.
At the base, Xu Fan had already comprehended two Mysterious Rank battle techniques to the half-step Perfection Realm, while preliminarily touching upon Rule Power. Now, after a long ti, the previously vague and nearly invisible thin red lines had beco exceptionally clear, yet the two Mysterious Rank battle techniques remained at half-step perfection.
Though he possessed the Divine Dragon Arts and the Incarnation Technique, the combat skills Xu Fan practiced were a Buddhist Sect Earth Rank Combat Skill, but due to his identity, Xu Fan rarely used cultivation, usually relying on two Mysterious Rank battle techniques.
This was the best ti to step into the Perfection Realm!
"Thirty-two, that's about right..."
Thirty-two misty figures surrounded Xu Fan tightly, from all directions, the half-step perfect Sky Splitting Seven Styles, thirty-two giant palms carrying Rule Power, all slamd toward Xu Fan in the center.
The tightly shut eyes suddenly opened, a dazzling golden light flashed from Xu Fan's right eye, and thread-like red lines clearly appeared before his eyes.
This was the first ti Xu Fan watched as an observer, quietly witnessing thirty-two misty figures executing the Sky Splitting Seven Styles, quietly observing the transformation of Rule Power, quietly feeling the power of the Sky Splitting Seven Styles.
You cannot see the true face of Mount Lu, just because you are in the mountain. From an observer's perspective, everything, is so freshly clear.
First Style, Second Style... Seventh Style. The chaotic red lines converged into a red stream, and the Sky Splitting Seven Styles disappeared, Xu Fan raised his palm, gently waving along the red stream, thirty-two misty figures shattered, a giant palm seal surged skyward, exploding in the sky, the sky was cloudless.
Seven styles into one, nad Sky Splitting. Completion of Perfection Realm!
Mist rolled again, Xu Fan stood calmly with his hands behind, Bai Ying's mouth agape, only snapping back after being struck by the misty figures' attacks, but still unable to hide the shock in his eyes.
That strike just now, Xu Fan clearly hadn't used much spiritual power, just casually hitting, yet it had such power, it was truly terrifying!
And what happened next, further left Bai Ying dumbfounded.
Sixty-four misty figures rushed destructively toward Xu Fan, Xu Fan moved, transforming into a stream of light, and the sixty-four misty figures equally transford into streams.
There was no longer any contest in the scene, only dozens of dazzling points of light swirling rapidly.
In just monts, a light shadow suddenly accelerated, surpassing the speed of the sixty-four points, forcefully rushing towards the summit of the stone steps!
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