Chapter 2332: The Gap of Meaning

Zhuo Bufan fell into silence.

He used a number of swordsmanship skills to bombard the opponent. The opponent didn't even move, and he killed himself with a single sword. This kind of terrifying strength, it is estimated that only some realm king-level powerhouses have such strength. The blow made him hard to resist.

"No, it's not right."

Zhuo Bufan shook his head again to deny that the blood demon armor on his body was already a ‘Extreme Dao’ level armor, how could he be killed by the opponent’s sword.

Even if the Realm King uses extreme weapons, he can't be killed in an instant, there must be something weird in this.

Zhuo Bufan looked at the huge blood shadow high in the sky and asked, "Excuse me, is there a time limit to challenge the No. 1 Asura Tower inheritance?"

"Of course there is a time limit. You have three opportunities for one year. You can do the second challenge whenever you want, but you only have one year to use these three opportunities." The huge blood shadow from high altitude said slowly.

"Okay, I will continue to challenge again later!" Zhuo Bufan nodded, and sat cross-legged in the void, thinking quietly.

"Think clearly, just step into the formation." After the huge blood shadow in the sky finished speaking, the figure was submerged in the blood fog, disappearing without a trace.

Sitting cross-legged in the void, Zhuo Bufan began to think seriously.

Even facing a real Nineth Rank Shura Realm, with his magic weapon and the tyrannical degree of his physical body, his strength is unlikely to be killed by the opponent in seconds!

What is going wrong?

one day!

Two days!

One month has passed, Zhuo Bufan has always been sitting in the void, not in a hurry to waste a second chance to challenge.

"By the way, he is a blood shadow and not a real world general, and what he tests me is the strength of the Shulu body!" Zhuo Bufan finally realized, "If I really die, how can I reappear, the blood shadow' It's not the real me who killed, but the strength of my Asura body."

"Once I stepped into the formation, the true essence, star wheel evolution, blood demon armor, and ice emperor rain sword in my body were all fake. It was only the power of the blood mist, which was based on my asura body. It’s not my real strength that has been emptied of strength!"

Zhuo Bufan finally figured it out, a flash of light flashed in his mind.

As soon as he stepped into the formation, the power of the formation automatically emptied out of an extraordinary strength of the'Five Rank Asura Body', challenging a blood shadow with the strength of the Nine Rank Asura Body.

"Isn't this a dead cycle? Even if I reach the Nineth Rank Asura Body, I can face another Nineth Rank Asura Body without magic weapons, blood demons, and exercises. How can I defeat the opponent?"

Asura body, fighting is the amount of blood evil gathering, fighting is the mastery of asura body, all foreign objects can not help oneself, including own magic weapons and cultivation techniques.

"On the richness of the blood evil, I am only a fifth-rank Shura, how can I compare to a 9th-rank Shura body?" Zhuo Bufan thought hard.

Time is constantly passing, the second month, the third month, the fourth month...

After thinking hard for a long time, until the fifth month of entering the No. 1 Asura Tower, Zhuo Bufan, who was sitting in the void, finally opened his eyes, and a trace of fine light flashed through the black pupils.

After five months of meditation, Zhuo Bufan finally thought of a way, that is Dao Mind and Artistic Conception.

Magic weapons and exercises have become foreign objects, but the Taoist heart and artistic conception are always their own, and the blood shadow in the formation cannot be imitated at all!

"Blood Shadow, I want to challenge for the second time!"

Zhuo Bufan stood up and said calmly.

"Oh." In the void, the huge blood shadow condensed from the blood fog again, overlooking Zhuo Bufan said: "Practitioner, your eyes are full of confident light, it seems that you have found a way, I hope you can Smooth! Actually you still have more time to think."

"No, I can't wait anymore." Zhuo Bufan said.

"Okay, step into the formation, the second challenge begins!" Xueying said.

This time, Zhuo Bufan took the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo Sword and Ice Emperor Rain Sword back into the space ring, and then stepped into the formation. As expected, a blood shadow that looked exactly like him once again appeared in the formation. This time the opponent was also bare-handed.

"Sure enough, as I guessed, the formation has the function of'copying', copying a fifth-rank Shura strength self, and then copying a ninth-rank Shura strength opponent." Zhuo Bufan said secretly in his heart, this time, he is bound to To challenge success.

Zhuo Bufan was not in a hurry, but he secretly sensed the true essence in his dantian. Sure enough, Xinglun Yanyu disappeared. Everything was the same as he had guessed. He in the formation is now only a fifth-turn Asura realm. The person is just the imaginary phantom condensed by the blood mist.

"Practitioner, it seems that you have already seen the mystery of the formation!" The blood shadow in the sky did not disappear this time, but slowly said: "The formation has recreated a nine-turn Shura you, I've re-engraved a four-turn Shura you, and your magic weapons, armor, and cultivation techniques are useless."

Zhuo Bufan's face was filled with a confident smile, his palms were slightly squeezed into fists, and his black eyes showed a confident light, "You can imitate my face, but you can't imitate my Dao heart, my martial arts connotation!"

After that, Zhuo Bufan's **** were brought together in the middle of the food, and bloodshot wound around the two fingers, and a sword formed by blood mist instantly condensed and formed.

The blood shadow on the opposite side also stretched out two middle-eating fingers at the same time, and the same fingertips were wrapped in blood mist, condensing an exactly the same sword.

"Blood Mist Power can only reproduce the same me, but it cannot reproduce my Dao Heart and Kendo charm!" Zhuo Bufan's face was filled with confidence, and he shouted, "Autumn on the battlefield!"

This move is a sword move created by Zhuo Bufan based on the nine swords against the heavens and the kendo connotation he has learned for many years. It contains his kendo connotation and is also created by comprehending the passion and heroic spirit in the battlefield.

Among them are gold and iron horses, heroism and brotherhood!

"My sword moves cannot be imitated by you!"

Huh!

There was a blood sword, and the clouds moved in an instant, the sword aura was like a red light, thousands of strands broke through the darkness, countless swords gasified the battle horse generals, wielding the sword, throwing the head and sprinkling blood, protecting the homeland!

At the same time, the blood shadow was also a finger move, and the blood sword came out, and the army of thousands of horses swept across in a sudden, the momentum was like a rainbow, the blood stained the world, and the killing intent was overwhelming. The amount of sword aura was much more than Zhuo Bufan hundred times!

Zhuo Bufan's sword aura is like a 10,000-person team encountering a million army, the moment of contact, it is vulnerable to a blow.

"This, how is this possible!"

Zhuo Bufan was completely stunned.

Then in the shocked pupils, the body was penetrated by thousands of sword qi, disappearing like smoke.

In the next moment, Zhuo Bufan appeared outside the formation again. The sight of thousands of troops and horses in the formation had long since disappeared, and the blood shadow disappeared. Zhuo Bufan froze in place, stunned.

"Practitioner, you have failed again, you still have one last chance." The huge blood shadow in the sky regretfully said: "If you realized the realm of'Extreme Martial Arts' with the trick you just now, you might still have a chance to resist. .

This time, Zhuo Bufan didn't speak, instead he sat cross-legged in the void again.

"It turns out that I have my own Taoism and my own kendo connotation. Although the blood shadow is not a true practitioner and has no Taoism, it does not lose to me in terms of implication. The Asura Tower has been standing on the Asura battlefield for several epochs, accumulating With countless murderous auras, evil auras, and blood, he is more profound than me in terms of the meaning of the battlefield!"