Urban ancient fairy doctor

Seeing this scene, everyone present was in an uproar.

"Is it over? Has the most outstanding disciple in Tianluo Province fallen like this?

"What a pity! What a pity! Such an outstanding talent was killed like this..."

"I thought he could be so powerful, but in the end he only has so little ability..."

Some of the people around were happy, some were regretful, some were gloating, and some were stamping their feet and beating their chests.

But in the end, they immediately realized something was wrong. The sword did not bring out any blood. At the same time, Ye Bufan's figure also disappeared with the wind, and it turned out to be a phantom.

The most shocked person was Feng Wuhen. Originally, his sword was sure to kill, but in the end, it did penetrate the air without any feeling of penetration.

"How did the opponent avoid such a fast sword?"

He knew very well how fast the Wind God Technique was. He was almost invincible during the Dongxu stage, but he was avoided by others.

Just when everyone was extremely surprised, Ye Bufan's figure appeared seven or eight meters away.

Although the Wind God Technique was powerful, it was nothing compared to his current cultivation level. His powerful spiritual consciousness had already locked the opponent's movements tightly.

Although Feng Wuhen's sword was incredibly fast, no matter how fast it was, it couldn't be faster than teleportation.

This was still his ability to suppress his own cultivation. He just teleported seven or eight meters away, making others think it was just a very fast movement technique.

"Boy, let's see where you can run!"

After coming back to his senses, Feng Wuhen thrust out his sword again, still using the Wind God Technique, and his speed was a bit faster than last time.

But then he was surprised to find that no matter how fast he was, he was still just a little behind and couldn't hurt anyone at all.

"Damn it!"

He fired more than a dozen swords in succession, but still didn't hurt anyone's hair. Feng Wuhen had an angry look on his face.

"Let's see where you can run this time! Gravity!"

As he spoke, he pinched the spell with his left hand and cast a spell. For a moment, a hazy white light enveloped the entire arena. .

Ye Bufan suddenly felt that the air around him became much heavier, as if a thousand pounds of weight were placed on his body, and his movements immediately slowed down.

If it were anyone else, it would be very difficult to stand under this gravity spell, let alone move quickly.

But Ye Bufan is not destined to be an ordinary person. He is much stronger than the opponent in both cultivation and physical body.

It is no exaggeration to say that the two of them are not on the same level at all, and now he is completely in a dimensionality reduction attack.

"go to hell!"

Feng Wuhen looked ferocious and used the Wind God Art again, piercing Ye Bufan's chest with his sword.

But then he was filled with astonishment. The long sword in his hand was completely piercing the air without any obstruction.

Phantom! Another shadow!

This filled him with horror. Shouldn't the opponent be overwhelmed under the gravity spell? How come it's so fast? What kind of monster is this?

Full of shock, he launched another crazy attack, but still couldn't hurt the opponent at all.

But Ye Bufan was also beaten and had no strength to fight back, so he just kept dodging.

After fighting for more than ten rounds, Feng Wuhen completely lost his patience and stopped using the Wind God Art. Instead, he stopped.

"Boy, it seems I still underestimate you."

"If you have any skills, just show them!"

Ye Bufan also looked out of breath. In fact, this was all pretending, and he was completely teasing the other party.

"Originally I wanted to save this move for the finals, but now it's easier for you."

Everyone present looked sideways. It was obvious from Feng Wuhen's words that he still had a killing move in his hand.

Under the gaze of everyone, Feng Wuhen's figure was seen flickering, and then another figure appeared, which looked exactly like him.

This was not over yet, followed by two points four points, four points eight points, and in the blink of an eye sixteen Feng Wuhen appeared on the ring, completely surrounding Ye Bufan in the middle.

"What a powerful clone technique, it can actually create so many clones at once!"

"As expected, he is the core disciple of the Nine Star Sect. He has so many cards!"

"It's over. Faced with so many clones, where else can that kid run..."

The people around him were full of admiration for Feng Wuhen's clone technique, while Ye Bufan had a sneer on his lips.

He could clearly see the opponent's clone technique. There were similar techniques in the Dragon King Palace's inheritance, and there were even more clones than the opponent's.

The cultivation level of this kind of clone is only one-tenth of the original body at most, and it cannot fight independently. It consumes the spiritual power and true energy of the original body, and the distance cannot be too far.

Although there are not many clones of One Qi Transformation into Three Purities, each one has the strength of the original body, has the ability to act independently, and the distance of movement is not limited.

In comparison, this kind of clone technique is scum, completely out of place.

But what he wants now is to keep a low profile, and naturally he will not show off too much and put on a panicked look.

"Boy, now let you taste the power of my phantom clone!"

Feng Wuhen shouted loudly, and the clones around him rushed forward one after another, including himself who also joined the battle group.

In fact, with Ye Bufan's strong mental power, it is easy to distinguish where is the original image and where is the clone.

But he wouldn't do that. He looked overwhelmed and embarrassed.

The only troublesome thing is that his body has reached the state of perfection in the Body Refining Technique of Bathing in Fire. It is so powerful that even after being beaten for so long, there is not even a single wound.

Fortunately, the scene was extremely chaotic and no one noticed this.

Feng Wuhen was even more excited to kill, constantly commanding his clones to launch attacks, and he also carried out sneak attacks from time to time.

With his clone technique, the combat power of the clone is only a small part of the original one, so at critical moments, one still has to rely on the original one to kill him.

Seeing that Ye Bufan had been beaten to a desperate state and was completely unable to fight back, a sneer appeared on his lips.

Find a suitable opportunity and punch the opponent in the back.

"I'll fight you!"

But he never expected that at this time, the flaming knife in Ye Bufan's hand slashed three clones, then turned around and punched out with his left hand.

"Bang bang..." There were two muffled sounds in succession, and Feng Wuhen's fist hit Ye Bufan firmly on the chest.

At the same time, he was also punched in the right chest.

Feng Wuhen felt a huge force coming from his chest, which was like an overwhelming force, tearing his body to pieces in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the whole person flew backwards, and blood spurted out in mid-air.

He desperately tried to stabilize his body, but the punch was too hard. Even the true energy in his body was shaken away and could not be condensed in a short time.

"How can this kid be so strong? How did he find me?"

With questions in his mind, Feng Wuhen fell under the ring with a plop.

The original figure only had half a life left, and the clone on the stage immediately disappeared into nothingness.

At the same time, Ye Bufan, who was on the ring, also fell to the ground on his back, vomiting blood from his mouth. He was obviously seriously injured.

"Let me strangle you. This beating must be too miserable..."

"How did this guy break the clone technique? I guess it must be luck..."

"Anyway, since we are still in the ring, this game is considered a win..."

Everyone present was in an uproar. No one expected that in the end, this game would end in a lose-lose situation.

The difference is that Feng Wuhen was knocked out of the ring. Although Ye Bufan was seriously injured, he was still in the ring after all. There was no doubt that he was the winner.

(Let me explain the protagonist’s cultivation level. It basically consists of three parts. The early stage of Zhenyuan cultivation is comparable to the early stage of Mahayana due to the protagonist’s halo.

The physical body is a masterpiece of body refining, and the combat power is equivalent to the peak of Dongxu.

The spiritual power is relatively strong, it is really the early stage of Mahayana. )