"Huh!"

Zhou Zixuan's figure flickered in the air, sometimes slashing with a knife, sometimes slapping with a palm, in this strange space, he and the leader of the red line, Dongfang Evil, were fighting fiercely.

Dongfang Evil's body is very large compared to the thin Zhou Zixuan, and his strength is several times that of him, and the momentum of each sword seems to be groundbreaking, if the ground and surroundings here can be shattered, I am afraid that I don't know how many times it has collapsed here.

Dongfang Evil blocked Zhou Zixuan's black knife with a sword, and there were sparks bursting out between the two of them.

"Boy, looking at the present, I feel like I see my past self, although my strength is much stronger than my past self, but that kind of unyielding eyes, that determination to protect everyone, that kind of love in my heart, I used to be the same!"

Dongfang Evil flicked his wrist and forced Zhou Zixuan to retreat far away, jumped back again, put the sword on the ground, the upright figure, the swaying cloak behind him, and the posture of the overlord were undoubtedly revealed.

"I wouldn't be as extreme as this, just one thought, I want to destroy all the weak people, do I think it's God?" Zhou Zixuan sneered,

"I never thought I would do this kind of thing, I just wanted those heroes who were buried and suppressed to be recognized, but sometimes I found that I was closer to my ideals when I did it. Dongfang Xie said gently: "If you want to say that it was not me at the beginning, the initiator is my good friend Yue Liuguang, decades ago when she suppressed those talented people and helped those people to promote science and develop science, I thought that one day, the development of science will bring a major crisis." So I've done it privately, and ten years ago, I expected the same phenomenon as it was a few months ago. Sure enough, it really happened. ”

The Eastern Evil also has a code name called 'Prophet' in the red line, and his research is all epoch-making.

"Now that you know, why don't you make it public. Zhou Zixuan was a little angry, if he had known that there would be such a thing ten years ago, he would definitely destroy those facilities early, so that Liuli would not face a dilemma again.

"Why do you want to make it public? Isn't this a good way?" Dongfang Xie opened his hands and said with a crazy expression: "There was a world-class disaster, weak people, useless people, one by one, and then, the hero stood up and desperately tried to save people from danger, isn't it a good fairy tale? Everyone loves to listen to it, so I turned it into a reality." ”

The Oriental Evil is a person with a heroic outlook.

Zhou Zixuan does not deny heroes, but he feels that the so-called heroes are not strong people, but one of those ordinary people, and everyone can become a hero.

I am born to be useful, and no one is worthless, so the practice of the Oriental Evil made him indignant.

"I'm not going to be, I don't want to be a hero, I'm just myself, it's fine. Zhou Zixuan's black knife swung in the air.

In this starry environment, Zhou Zixuan gradually found a trick to use it, his knife glowed, and the knife in his hand seemed to have two more, and a phantom appeared out of thin air.

"Everything is there!"

The sword was swung out as if it had caused a ghostly sensation again, but it was different, there was no flame, just a low, dark feeling

Repression.

Zhou Zixuan, who has been eroded by the demon for a long time, has already overcome his inner demons, even if the evil is gone, but that feeling is still in the bone marrow, attaching his state of mind to the knife, and creating such an enchantment through multiple knife shadows.

Dongfang Evil, who was standing not far from Zhou Zixuan, felt a kind of cold from the inside out.

"Haha, it's interesting, I actually attached my mind, and I can not lose my mind, and the realm is not low. Dongfang Evil glowed with a golden-red light, and his whole person and sword were wrapped in his own aura.

Liuli said that everyone's breath is different, feminine people are cold colors, masculine blades are warm colors, the color of a person's breath is not only related to the cultivation of exercises, but also has a great relationship with itself, gold is the spirit of the overlord, this kind of fighting spirit, in ancient times was also known as the king's breath.

Zhou Zixuan's black and white, and the golden aura of the Eastern Evil were connected, like a nuclear bomb collision, producing a loud sound like an explosion in the air.

Zhou Zixuan's knife technique was elegant, one knife after another, and the speed was getting faster and faster, with the speed of light and shadow, and the speed of the wrist flip, a thousand knives slashed towards the song from all directions to the oriental evil.

Fiction and reality, reality and fiction, these knives are not all real knives, most of them are just phantoms of knives.

But Dongfang Xie didn't want to discern it in detail, he held the sword in both hands, took himself as the axis, and began to spin and swing, if you look at it from a distance, it looks like a golden spinning top, and the edge of this spinning top is the blade, as if it is colliding with something, making a crackling sound.

Zhou Zixuan's figure was flickering everywhere, constantly attacking, but he couldn't break through the impermeable defense of the Eastern Evil.

The "bang" knife and sword collided together, and the breath of the two people dissipated after the collision.

This time, the two fought to a draw.

Everything is quiet again, and in this space, once stopped, there is a deathly silence.

Warriors rely on engagement to understand their opponents, and they are the same, just as Zhou Zixuan felt the fearlessness of Dongfang Evil who saw through everything, Dongfang Evil also felt Zhou Zixuan.

I don't know why I have such a cultivation at a young age, but from beginning to end it is just a tool, and a tool has no soul. Such a shell is nothing more than an empty shell. Saying that everyone has meaning, what is the meaning of pursuing power? What is strong? Is it like Moon Streamer? Or what is the end of power?" Dongfang laughed evilly, his smile was not a mockery, but just a response to watching an ignorant child make a quality move.

What is the end of the pursuit of strength? The moon streamer has reached, and it is a sense of emptiness.

But more people were pursuing to become stronger when they were young, and when they matured, they had other goals, such as Ying Canglong turned to the army and made military achievements, and Dongfang Xie also began his ambitions.

"What about Zhou Zixuan, what is the point of standing here and fighting against me? Stop, destroy, don't say such laughable words, and protect? Why do you think you should protect them? Patriotic sentiments, national integrity? Don't give your behavior such a gorgeous label. When you come here, anyone with a little thought and knowledge can see that the dimension here is higher

There's no doubt that what I've done will pull the gears of the world. "Dongfang Evil has always insisted on what he has done, and believes that what he did is right.

Zhou Zixuan looked at the cloak, and the wild Dongfang evil sneered: "It is worthy of being the leader of the organization, that is, he can instigate." According to this theory, everyone thinks that it is wrong, and as long as it thinks it is right, it is right? ”

Zhou Zixuan said this, but he did not deny one thing, Dongfang Evil made himself invulnerable because he found such a state of mind, every move and every style of his was reasonable, it was not self-confidence, but a matter of course from the heart, Wu moved with his heart, and Dongfang Evil's heart was not broken, so he could not hurt him.

His strength comes from his own preaching, and because he has such a goal, such a person constantly sharpens himself in order to accomplish the goal.

The battle continued, and it didn't stop because the two people were chattering.

Zhou Zixuan slashed towards the middle of the Eastern Evil.

With a "bell", Dongfang Evil's sword opened Zhou Zixuan's black knife, but the sword momentum did not stop, slashing towards Zhou Zixuan's erect neck.

Zhou Zixuan leaned back and turned over to dodge, the lightning flashed, Zhou Zixuan was not cut, but there was a scar on his face. It was not cut, it was cut by sword qi.

Dongfang Evil landed on the ground and pursued in front of Zhou Zixuan with a bang, holding the sword in both hands and slashing hard.

Zhou Zixuan used his sword to block, his hands sank, and the black knife in his hand was knocked out. He was also repelled by the aftermath several meters and fell to the ground.

Dongfang Evil is not a good stubble, he has been on the battlefield for a long time, he will not leave the enemy time to breathe like a certain knight, defeat others with dignity, and the most effective battle is to take advantage of his illness to kill him.

Dongfang Evil's body had turned, and then he swung the inertia of the heavy sword, and the whole person also flew out, flying in the direction of Zhou Zixuan, holding the sword in both hands at Zhou Zixuan's heart, and stabbing it with a sword.

Zhou Zixuan clasped his hands together and clamped the sword of the Dongfang Evil, the sword aura of the Dongfang Evil was too strong, the clothes on his chest were broken, and blood oozed from his skin.

Dongfang Evil's speed did not decrease, Zhou Zixuan pinched his sword and dragged it for a distance of four or five meters before stopping, and at this time the tip of the sword had already reached his chest.

"The reaction is quick and the eyes are good. Dongfang Evil praised Zhou Zixuan's reaction.

If it was a few milliseconds slower just now, Zhou Zixuan would already be a dead corpse by now, so at such a moment's notice, Zhou Zixuan's face was as usual and did not change.

"It's not the first time I've seen such a scene. On the contrary, don't always be so victorious, not as great as you say, I admit that there are saints in the world, but not the Oriental evil. ”

Zhou Zixuan tilted his hands to the side, twisted his body suddenly, and kicked over.

Because there is no support point, the strength of this kick is not large, this sudden attack, right in the abdomen of the Dongfang Evil, Zhou Zixuan put one hand against the outside of the Dongfang Evil's arm, a Tai Chi long fist suddenly shot out, and the caught off guard Dongfang Evil was also pushed out a few meters, and then Zhou Zixuan kicked the sword in the hand of the Dongfang Evil again, and hit the chest of the Dongfang Evil with his head.

Dongfang Evil staggered for a moment, then stabilized his figure, leaving a touch of red at the corner of his mouth.