Zhong Zheng opened his eyes suddenly, even though he was already a soul body that didn't need to breathe, he was still instinctively gasping violently, his pupils contracted rapidly, his face turned pale, and the instinctive fear remained, and the thought lingered in his mind.

What just happened?

He looked up and saw the red-clad judge in front of him retract his sword.

The same weapon as his own longsword-style weapon slowly retracted its scabbard with a soft clang.

Zhong Zheng Huoran understood what was happening.

Pallor.

And then there was an extremely strong unwillingness to emerge in my heart-

He was defeated by his past self in the same realm!

Zhong Zheng's lips trembled.

"I couldn't stop ...... even a move"

Zhao Li controlled the judge and slowly turned around and walked to the original position to stand, holding the sword in his right hand, and when he spoke, his voice was low and indifferent, and said:

"It's not enough. ”

Zhong Zheng clenched his hands, the tenacity he had sharpened when he held on to the capital supported him, and before he could ask how to become stronger, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed drastically, and the red-clothed judge suddenly retreated into the distance, no, he was moving away.

Zhong Zheng reacted instantly.

The surrounding scenery, as well as the winding river, the road full of red flowers is far away.

When Zhong Zheng came back to his senses, there was already a desolate land in front of him, he raised his head and saw that there was darkness around him, it was a vast and boundless wilderness, the sky was low, there were no stars and moons, and under the four fields, there was a faint green light floating, it was a quiet burning flame.

"W-where is this?"

Zhong Zheng subconsciously clenched the weapon, he kept his composure, did not panic because of this change, searched left and right, and found that there was a stone tablet not far away, on which were written words that he could recognize, he stretched out his hand, stroked the inscription on it that seemed to have passed a long time, and muttered to himself in his heart.

"This is the place where the underworld deviates from the Yellow Springs Road. ”

"The road is filled with spirits fleeing from Huangquan Road. ”

"To punish the wicked, the judge will arrest him. ”

Zhong Zheng was silent, and he understood in his heart that he appeared here, although he didn't know the reason, but the stone tablet had already written what he should do next, he took a deep breath, and buried the unwillingness like a poisonous snake in his heart.

Gripping the sword tightly.

Step by step into the wilderness.

From a distance, I saw a wandering lonely ghost, most of his body had turned into a mist-like existence, revealing a white vertebrae, the whole glowed with a blue shimmer, holding a weapon in one hand, wandering around.

Zhong Zheng gritted his teeth, restrained that subtle fear, and stepped forward to fight with swordsmanship.

A sword stabbed out, and the standard was sharp.

But the soul turned around and blocked it directly with the scimitar in his hand.

Zhong Zheng was stunned.

The ghost opened its mouth, roared silently, and then fiercely attacked Zhong Zheng.

Zhong Zheng took out his sword again and again, failed to win, the swords collided, making an endless iron sound, he was forced to retreat again and again by the knife technique that had no rules, but was fierce enough, and was wounded in many places, and when he was about to be torn off his head by the scimitar, he gritted his teeth and advanced forward under his feet.

With a movement of the wrist, the long sword roared.

A sword starter.

The ghost was beaten to pieces.

At the same time, Zhong Zheng retracted his sword, stretched out his left hand and stretched forward, throwing out a black token composed of mana.

In two moves, the ghost roared at the blow, and its resistance was significantly weakened.

The sword in Zhong Zheng's hand stabbed out again at this time.

A sword stabbed into the center of his brow, slamming into it.

The ghost roared, dissipated, and turned into a cloud of yin energy.

Seeing the ghost dissipate, Zhong Zheng's tense spirit relaxed, and he felt that he felt a slight loss of strength, his breathing was slightly short, and at the same time, there was joy in his heart—although he was not as unpredictable as the judge, and although he was still very immature, he had just succeeded in using the trick to 'kill' him.

There is an inexplicable joy of growth in my heart.

After resting for a while, he leaned over to pick up the cloud of yin qi, and then continued to move forward.

Not far from here, in a place where Zhong Zheng couldn't see, Zhao Li touched his chin, and there was surprise in his eyes: "I learned the moves of actual combat so quickly, my talent is really strong, and my heart is also good." ”

Everything Zhong Zheng is facing at this moment is naturally his handiwork.

Zhao Li has completely continued it according to the design ideas and styles of hardcore games that he has known in the past, but here, it is necessary for the 'player' to go into battle in person, and on the road ahead, there are still many enemies, and each enemy has a certain weapon method that Zhao Li has obtained.

It's not just a simple mob.

All have considerable combat instinct and experience.

There are even some opponents that Zhao Li has defeated, and they are the memories of Zhao Li's rivalry with the masters of the Human World.

Their experience has been adjusted and suppressed, their strength has been restrained, not in their heyday, but they are still above Zhong Zheng.

According to the calculation of the white picture scroll, Zhong Zheng needs to continuously improve his mastery of swordsmanship and supernatural powers before he can move forward, otherwise he will be directly cleaned up by these little monsters and go home, of course, in order to make Zhong Zheng continue to have a sense of accomplishment in his heart and the desire to explore forward, Zhao Li has placed many opponents whose strength is weaker than Zhong Zheng between every enemy that is difficult to defeat.

That's one of the essences of hardcore games in the Suffering category.

This design allows Zhong Zheng to clearly feel his growth when he continues to hit the wall, and ensures that he can continue to have the desire to continue to challenge the more powerful boss, and once he has worked hard and defeated the master who could not be defeated before, standing on the corpse of the boss, he will have a strong sense of achievement.

Then arise a desire to continue to challenge more powerful bosses.

This desire will sustain Zhong Zheng to continue to suffer, but he will not give up.

And in this world, that will allow Zhong Zheng to continue to sharpen his swordsmanship and supernatural powers.

Zhao Li saw that Zhong Zheng was facing the warrior named Nangong when he was in Tiexi at this moment, and the opponent's sword technique was quite heavy, and Zhong Zheng was beaten back again and again, and the swordsmanship was not the same, because the opponents designed by Zhao Li all had some kind of guidance, guiding Zhong Zheng to take the initiative to learn and think about the use of swordsmanship and supernatural powers, rather than killing with one blow.

So at this moment, although Zhong Zheng is embarrassed, he is still able to defend.

The swords collided, making a clanging iron sound, and it was endless.

Zhao Li's mind settled down, and on the other side, he manifested the white space, isolated the sound and picture, summoned the greedy wolf and Ji Xin, and prepared opponents for him, while he himself used the manifestation ability of the white space to manifest an opponent who mastered the same swordsmanship as himself, so as to sharpen his combat ability.

On this day, Zhong Zheng was already able to master the combination of moves used by the judge to kill him.

But even then, it only reached the second level, and it was no longer possible to save.

Keep moving forward, keep being defeated.

Then it was revived on that stone monument.

Then gritted his teeth and set foot on the road again, only to find that those enemies who had been defeated by him had reappeared in their original positions, and he could only strike again, trying to defeat them, and in the process, Zhong Zheng clearly felt his own growth.

In the sound of iron.

Gradually, Zhong Zheng's swordsmanship gave up superfluous moves and became more and more fierce.

The speed at which the supernatural powers are cast is also more familiar.

Battlefields and killings are always the places where warrior monks grow the fastest.

By the end of the day, he was able to kill with a single blow when he faced the first geist who had forced him to the ground.

Zhong Zheng threw a stone with his hand, and the soft sound caught the spirit's attention.

The geist subconsciously drifted in that direction.

At this time, Zhong Zheng suddenly burst out from behind and pierced the soul body of the wandering soul with a sword.

The body of the Nine Phoenix Sword hissed.

Zhong Zheng was in the air, his left hand directly grabbed the neck of the geist, and forcibly punched his mana into its body in the form of a punishment order, with a roar of pain, the geist fell, Zhong Zheng put one knee against the position of the geist's vertebrae, suppressed it, and then tore its soul body apart with a sword.

Raids, forcible killings, beheadings, all in one go.

Then he breathed back, picked up the geist flame that had been left in place, and continued on.

After defeating several enemies, he was sent back to the stele by Nangong in the west of Tiexi.

For more than ten days.

Zhong Zheng almost fell into madness, and he taught the basic methods that he asked to teach to the soul in the secret book during the day, so that they could practice a little on their own, so that they could strengthen and stabilize their existence, and he himself practiced swordsmanship, pondered the practice of supernatural powers, and exhaled the yin qi in the cave to improve his cultivation.

Those beast kings could feel that occasionally around Zhong Zheng, who was dressed in red, there was an aura like a wave, which was cool and a little uncomfortable, while many life souls felt that within this range, their consciousness became clearer and their cultivation was faster.

And in the evening, Zhong Zheng returned to the land of reincarnation.

He now knew that the reflection of the past judge was at the end of this path.

With the flame of unwillingness in his heart, he wanted to fight with 'himself' again.

Zhong Zheng had already defeated the Fang family deacon who had cultivated to be stronger than himself at this moment, and after a long and limited battle, in the outside world, it was equivalent to killing the martial artist of the sevenfold qi vein realm at the level of the qi vein realm, one-on-one, at the cost of serious injury, relying on the intuition of battle, the combination of swordsmanship and supernatural powers.

The constant collision of the weapons and the clanging sound of iron, like a nightmare, echoed in his ears every day and night, making him constantly think in his heart about how he could go further.

At this moment, he was facing the spirit that had stopped him at the beginning, and he was already able to kill with pure swordsmanship.

However, he was also killed by a geist because of his light enemies.

As he went deeper and deeper into the long battle, news reached his ears.

"Your Excellency!"

"Little book, they were caught by the ghost cultivator in that cave. ”

The young man's voice was flustered.

The vast Pingzhou of West Vietnam is a large area of forests.

Shade the sun, gather water vapor and earth evil, and there is no lack of heavy yin qi.

The soul cultivators entrenched in this place are not just themselves.

PS: Today's second update......

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