Under the dense night, in front of the dilapidated seed station, on the muddy earth, dozens of people such as Xuandu and Fan Zeng fought fiercely with the ghouls.

Human power is exhausted, but ghouls are not.

The ghouls of the Quartet rushed towards this place after hearing the sound of fierce fighting here.

The endless tide of corpses soon blocked the entire streets and alleys.

A series of sword lights crisscrossed the door of the seed station, but the bright sword light became weaker and weaker.

After the pale blue Xuandu slashed the ghouls in front of him with a sword, the next moment he turned around and slashed the ghouls who rushed up for the people who were already powerless to resist.

Even he felt a little tired.

In the midst of an endless wave of ghouls, no one can hold out.

A trace of palpitations flashed in Xuandu's heart, there are so many ghouls in this city, so how many ghouls are there in this world?

Is it true that these few people are not saved?

Just as Xuandu thought about it, suddenly a voice sounded.

"Click!"

The glass of the seed station was instantly shattered by an inky sword qi, and the sword qi was castrated, slashing out a clearing in the tide of corpses.

But in just an instant, the void was filled with an almost endless tide of corpses.

The plaque of the seed station fell from the sky at the moment the glass was broken, and the black-clothed Zhao Zheng stepped on the plaque with a sword and came out, and the black robe moved with the wind.

But in the blink of an eye, Zhao Zheng was already in front of everyone.

The inky sword seemed to groan.

Like an inexplicable excitement, endless darkness swept into endless hegemony.

A sword, that domineering sword momentum, across all directions, the ghouls who stepped forward instantly split their bodies.

The long sword turned in Zhao Zheng's hand and slashed down from a high altitude, like a waterfall that flowed straight down to three thousand feet.

The Long River Waterfall is irreversible.

The second sword, as inky as an abyss, completely shattered the ghouls that came after.

"Retreat!"

At this time, Zhao Zheng had already reached the front of everyone, and he just said one word.

The zombies in the inner three layers and the outer three layers were all shattered by the domineering ink-colored sword qi.

The sword moves in everyone's hands stopped, and they looked at the black clothes.

Among Zhao Zheng's black long sleeves, he held the sword in one hand, and the Mo Yuan sword, which was as silent as an abyss, seemed to merge with his whole person.

Above the ink abyss, it was the darkness of the eternal night, and it was also the domineering silence.

It seems to be about to bloom at this moment.

"Retreat first!"

Zhao Zheng said softly.

He's not arrogant, he knows himself well.

He was the first of all to learn the way of cultivation from his master, and he was also the first to come into contact with the way of the sword.

In terms of the sword in his hand, the person behind him, even Xuandu is a few points weaker than him.

It is best to have him pad back.

"Retreat!"

Xuandu glanced at Zhao Zheng, put away the long sword, jumped forward, and borrowed strength from the tall building, but he climbed on the top of the tall building in a moment.

And the people behind him didn't care about the news of the thousands of catties of grain per mu, they followed the pace of Xuandu and rushed towards the top of the tall building.

After everyone left, Zhao Zheng's incomparable domineering swept across the Quartet, completely unconcealed.

The black dragon pattern black clothes swelled.

The Mo Yuan in Zhao Zheng's hand seemed to be about to wake up at any time.

But the ghouls in all directions don't know how to be afraid, even if Mount Tai collapses in front of them, they still have to eat.

They roared, roared, and had inexplicable liquid at the corners of their mouths, and pounced on the black-clothed Zhao Zheng.

The empty space that had been swept away by the long sword was submerged in an instant.

Under the sea of corpses, all resistance is sometimes a little weak.

Zhao Zheng lowered his sword with one hand, and then suddenly lifted it in front of him.

It's like a hidden dragon in the abyss, out of the water for a moment.

The endless momentum instantly gathered on the long sword, and completely burst out.

A sword sweep.

In the dark night, there seemed to be a black dragon covered in scales and armor, and it was extraordinarily domineering, and it groaned from the long sword.

The black sword light rushed into the tide of ghouls, rolling up the stormy waves.

Countless ghouls were shattered by this sword.

Everyone in the Taiyin Academy Palace looked at this sword blankly.

"What a domineering sword of the Son of Heaven. ”

Levi held the long sword in his hand, wishing that the young man below was him.

The long sword resonated, and the people were generous.

Levi muttered to himself:

"I have a sword, but I can settle the world. ”

"The sword of the Son of Heaven, who is not convinced?"

Only Fan Zeng's eyes had a complicated expression, and he met someone who surpassed him.

"He is worthy of being an immortal disciple. ”

Even Fan Zeng had to admit that the sword power of King Sun Zheng of Qin was even better than Xuandu's three points.

And Qin King Sun Zheng was only ten years old.

"Young Son of Heaven, who can resist it!"

Fan Zeng didn't know who it was.

But he knew that half a year ago, the teenager in front of him was just a child who didn't even have ordinary proton treatment.

Even in the Zhao Kingdom, the teenager in front of him will be ridiculed by his peers.

But in just half a year, who dares to despise him?

The young son of heaven has a long sword like a dragon.

Between everyone's words, Zhao Zheng, who was dressed in black and dragon pattern, took advantage of the pause of the endless corpse tide and jumped onto the tall building.

And at the feet of everyone, the open space swept out by Zhao Zheng's sword was filled with a tide of corpses in just an instant.

Looking at the black tide of corpses under his feet, Xuandu had a complicated expression in the depths of his eyes.

"Pity the world. ”

Eventually, he sighed.

Fan Zeng patted Xuandu's shoulder and said:

"The people of this world, we are powerless, but we can cover the sentient beings of the Central Plains. ”

"A thousand catties of grain per mu can be used to cover everyone. ”

Xuandu looked at Fan Zeng's eyes and nodded, but there was still deep anxiety in the depths of his eyes.

However, who can guarantee that the Central Plains will never encounter such an apocalyptic disaster?

If so, who can stop it?

I'm afraid it's only the immortal who is high above the Wuji Palace!

Fan Zeng didn't notice the anxiety in the depths of Xuandu's eyes, he turned his head to look at Zhao Zhengdao:

"Wang Sun, dare to ask where is the grain that yields a thousand mu per mu?"

Zhao Zheng turned Mo Yuan in his hand, then inserted it into the scabbard behind him, shook his head and said:

"Someone got ahead of us. ”

"Who?"

Fan Zeng frowned.

Who else will be their rival in these last days?

In the last days, is there a force that can compete with them?

Zhao Zheng looked around at everyone, and finally whispered a name.

"Gluttony!"

"Gluttony?"

Everyone wondered.

Gluttony is a fierce beast, Zhou Ding is gluttonous, has a head without a body, cannibalism has not been swallowed, and it is harmful to its body.

Is there a living glutton?

The corpse tide is already enough of a headache, is there still gluttony?

Zhao Zheng looked at everyone and knew that everyone in front of him wanted to be crooked.

He shook his head lightly and said:

"Remember what I said, that guy's sister?"

"She was just taken away by gluttony. ”

"This gluttony does not refer to a beast, but to an organization. ”

"It seems that we have to meet this organization. ”

"Let's go back first, we need to plan a little. ”

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