I saw Chen Fan and wanted to compete with Chuan Jiu.
Feng Jiaojiao rushed over with a smile:
"You guys want to fight, okay, okay, okay, I like to watch people fight the most."
Yong Guan also looked at this scene with a smile. He waved his hand, and a bronze mirror floated up from his palm and gradually grew larger.
"My Phantom Mirror is a special secret treasure that can create illusions and can be used as a place to fight."
Chen Fan also flashed his eyes.
The value of these treasures alone is immeasurable.
You know, the strength of both of them is exaggerated.
Even Chen Fan, who is far inferior to Kawajiu, is enough to sweep through the fifth level of immortality in terms of strength level.
And Kawajiu is the best among the six levels of longevity.
Ordinary illusions cannot simulate the power of these two people.
To be able to enter the first rank, except for the three Chen Fan who passed the Mei Hui, the weakest one is the sixth level of ordinary immortality. Generally, hidden sects and foreign races may not be able to have such a person, but it is normal to have such a treasure.
"It's just a simple fight, it would be more interesting to do some stunts and tricks." Feng Jiaojiao blinked her eight eyes, and a new idea came to her mind.
"I think so."
"Let's bet on something."
There were also genius exits all around who immediately echoed.
Chen Fan had no choice but to smile bitterly and said: "The strength gap between me and Senior Brother Kawajiu is too big, there is nothing we can do..."
He is very self-aware.
Being able to break through the seventh floor of Babel Tower is already a rare thing.
The gap in strength between him and Kawajiu, who had broken through the eleventh level, was ridiculously huge.
Don't talk about your current immortal self.
Even if he breaks through the third level of immortality, or even the fourth level, he cannot be his opponent.
Feng Jiaojiao said indifferently: "Don't talk about you, none of us are Kawajiu's opponent, but Kawajiu naturally has restrictions on you."
She looked at Kawajiu as if thinking:
"How about this? Kawajiu is not allowed to use more than one percent of his own strength, nor is he allowed to use too strong swordsmanship. Naturally, the world of the mind cannot be activated..."
"Let's all bet on how long Chen Fan can last."
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, but nodded, then turned to look at Kawajiu: "What did Senior Brother Kawajiu say?"
Kawajiu paused for a moment, seeming to be thinking about what a few people said, then turned to look at Chen Fan and said calmly: "I...it doesn't matter."
This Kawakaku doesn't have any energy or arrogance, and is quite easy to talk to.
Feng Jiaojiao clapped her hands and said excitedly:
"Then let's set a few limits. First, Chen Fan can last for three breaths, secondly, Chen Fan can last for ten breaths, thirdly, Chen Fan can last for fifty breaths, and fourthly, Chen Fan can last for more than fifty breaths.
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"Even if everyone bets within these limits, it must be at least a one-star Dao weapon!"
"Whoever wins the bet will share all the treasures bet equally."
Those who can come here are not only peerless geniuses, but also rare masters in the world, but they have also made more or less bets.
And to them, low-star Taoist artifacts or ordinary holy-level elixirs are nothing at all.
Most people think that Chen Fan can last between three and ten breaths.
Only Feng Jiaojiao could survive fifty breaths after she voted for Chen Fan.
Chen Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, but took out a bead and handed it to Feng Jiaojiao: "I bet I can last more than fifty breaths."
The bead was a purple light bead, just a one-star Taoist weapon, but it was of no use to him.
Just because Kawakaku only used 1% of his power doesn't mean that he only has 1% of his strength left.
Strength is only part of what determines strength.
Strength plus swordsmanship, plus swordsmanship, determine a person's strength.
Even if you only use 1% of your power, limit your swordsmanship and mental world, and with your understanding of the Dao, you can definitely easily kill the average fifth level of immortality in an instant.
Chen Fan invested in himself just to support himself.
In fact, he didn't have any confidence at all.
However, for him at this time, Taoist weapons such as purple light beads are indeed of little use. They may not be comparable to his own physical defense, and he doesn't feel bad.
Feng Jiaojiao giggled: "Let's agree that the person who guesses correctly will share all the treasures equally, and the loser will lose everything, right?"
No one had any objections.
To them, these bets are indeed nothing at all.
After everyone finished placing their bets, Yong Guan also smiled and picked up the phantom spirit mirror in his hand again. The aura on it immediately covered the people around him completely.
"Don't resist." Yong Guan's voice sounded.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Fan felt a sudden pull.
This was similar to the feeling Chen Fan had when he was pulled into the world of mental states when he was fighting Yuhu, but the pulling force was far from that strong.
In the blink of an eye, everyone entered a white and empty world.
I think it is the world in Phantom Mirror.
Yong Guan looked at everyone with a smile and waved his hand slightly.
The background of the vast white world changed immediately.
A huge, empty arena appeared in front of everyone.
"You two can fight as you like. In my Phantom Mirror, even death will only slightly damage your consciousness."
Yong Guan smiled.
Chen Fan nodded, turned to look at Kawajiu, waved his hand, and the Lengfeng Sword appeared in his hand.
In Phantom Spirit Book, Chen Fan can still use the White Emperor's Armor and the Lengfeng Sword.
It's just that Master Bai is in deep sleep, so he can't use it.
Of course, he himself wanted to see Kawaku's swordsmanship. Compared with his swordsmanship, it was not a life and death battle, so the outcome was not that important to him.
It doesn't matter if the White Emperor Armor doesn't activate.
"Senior Brother Kawajiu, please."
Yong Guan, Feng Jiaojiao and the others rose into the air one by one, widening the distance. With their spiritual awareness, they could still observe the two men fighting even if they were hundreds or thousands of miles apart.
Yong Guan nodded towards Chen Fan, then raised his detailed arm.
An ice blue crystal rapier appeared in Kawajiu's hand.
But when the man held the sword in his hand, his whole temperament immediately changed drastically.
His eyes, which were dull at first, became sharp in an instant.
The sword in his hand was pointed at Chen Fan, and the corners of his mouth curved in a strange way.
"Your Majesty!"
boom!
A strong wind blew against my face.
Chen Fan immediately looked shocked.
An indescribable force surged.
It was not the power of heaven and earth, nor an ordinary sword energy, but a special and inexplicable invisible sword energy, which instantly extended from Kawahisa's ice-blue sword and formed a black line in the sky.
Obviously the power is not terrible.
But Chen Fan felt a sense of extreme danger coming.
At this moment, Chen Fan gritted his teeth and instantly stirred up a second level of rage. He had already practiced the ninth level of "Hongmeng Sword" and slashed out instantly.
The terrifying sword energy, which was a hundred times more powerful than when Mei Hui met, was slashed out, whipping up a violent wind, and crashed towards the extending black line.
The Hongmeng Sword Qi, which was so manic and so powerful that it darkened the world, peeled off inch by inch along with the black thread.
But in an instant, the restless sword energy was completely suppressed by the black line.
And the power of the black thread was completely destroyed by Chen Fan's "Hongmeng Sword".
The corners of Chen Fan's mouth twitched.
Although he is aware of the gap in strength between himself and Kawajiu.
But the final result still made him feel strange.
This is not a difference in strength, this is a difference in strength levels.
The gap between the second level of longevity and the sixth level of longevity in terms of understanding the way of the sword is really too big.
Chen Fan has not yet comprehended the Great Way, but Kawajiu has almost perfected the Great Way of Kendo.
"This sword is not any one of the Shentong Mansion or the Seven Immortal Swordsmanships. It should be the unique swordsmanship that Kawajiu got from his cheap master..."
In fact, Chen Fan himself also has the thirteen moves taught by "Beiming", but currently, Chen Fan, who has not even perfected the third move, is not as powerful as the eighth level Hongmeng Sword.
The other side.
A slight shock flashed across Kawajiu's face.
Obviously, Chen Fan was able to perform such terrifying moves with his level 2 immortality cultivation, which also surprised Kawajiu.
But the shock dissipated in an instant.
He raised his sword and moved forward again: "Your Majesty, Black Flower!"
Chi!
The sword edge groaned softly.
Dense black lines exploded and rushed towards Chen Fan like blooming flowers.