Typhoon Apocalypse: I Possess a 100% Hit Rate

Apocalypse Wasteland Psionic Ability stream.

《Typhoon Apocalypse: I Possess a 100% Hit Rate》

【System + Upgrade + Apocalypse + Psionic Ability + Migration + Leader】

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Chapter 676 The Strange Mirror Image! The True Power of the Twelfth Star Lord

"All-Encompassing Crystals: Returning to the Source!"

Lu Fan's two sword tips faced each other, and the moment they touched, crystal energy rapidly formed a strange crystal mirror.

"impossible!!!"

"Crystal Sky Burial!"

A strong sense of crisis quickly enveloped Ye Lingxiao, and he subconsciously used "Crystal Sky Burial" again to try to block it in advance.

However, the moment all the crystal shards he fired touched the crystal mirror, they all changed direction and reflected back at him with greater speed and power!

"Crystal Sky Burial!" At the same time, Lu Fan's own crystal energy merged into the crystal light mirror, creating a double attack!

"What?!" Ye Lingxiao was shocked. Faced with the sky full of crystals, the defense he had hastily assembled was no match for the combined attack of his own power and Lu Fan's enhancement!

"Puff puff—puff—!"

Countless crystal shards struck him relentlessly, eventually piercing through his crystal armor and spraying out plumes of blood mist.

Ye Lingxiao staggered backward, his body riddled with crystal shards he knew so well, his eyes filled with disbelief, despair, and bewilderment.

Blood kept spilling from Ye Lingxiao's tightly closed mouth, and he finally couldn't help but open his mouth and spit out blood.

"cough--"

With a mouthful of blood, Ye Lingxiao's aura instantly collapsed, and the crystal on his body quickly faded away.

He lost...

He was defeated by his own power, defeated by the crystal ability that his opponent had perfectly copied and sublimated.

Lu Fan, his entire body still sparkling with crystal, slowly walked up to Ye Lingxiao.

Seeing Ye Lingxiao lying motionless on the ground, Lu Fan's weapon changed again, condensing into a crystal longsword. The tip of the blade lightly touched Ye Lingxiao's heart, and his tone was chilling:

Do you remember the conditions?

If you win, I will die;

I win, you die.