"You're so fragile now!" the shadow on the throne suddenly reflected the light of ambition in his eyes, it was a dark mass that could swallow heaven and earth, like the hand of the devil, life and death!

He sat on the throne and slapped it with one palm, turning into thousands of palm prints, covering the sky and enveloping Zeng Zichen.

This palm print, like the top of a mountain, is strong and domineering.

Under this palm print, all resistance and murderous aura were disintegrated and became insignificant.

Like swatting a fly, he slapped Zeng Zichen on the ground. Looking at Zeng Zichen, who was crawling on the ground in front of him, like a dead fish, and let himself handle it, a trace of happiness flashed in the eyes of the figure.

"However, you can rest assured, I will do a good job of the crown prince for you, and then rule the world! By the way, I will also take good care of your subordinates! After all, they want to fight for me! So, you can go on the road with peace of mind!" sneered mockingly, the corners of his mouth were in a mocking arc, and the figure immediately looked at him like lightning, unmatched, and made people feel afraid and dare not face it. At this moment, the killing machine is already in place.

The figure was perched high, slightly hooked lips, not satisfied with this, the ink hair was flying, the whole person stood in the wind, and the momentum rose again. "Die!"

He smiled coldly, and the tip of the sword was already sharp.

Zeng Zichen, who was crawling on the ground, was full of the words "Take good care of your subordinates!" in his mind, and in the face of this sudden sword, he seemed to think of something, and he couldn't care about anything else, his body rolled in mid-air, avoiding the vital point, and the sword light left a trace of blood on Zeng Zichen's body, and then fell heavily on the ground.

A hint of surprise flashed in the shadow's eyes, Zeng Zichen, who obviously didn't have the slightest ability to resist, was actually able to avoid a sword.

Although Zeng Zichen didn't know whether everything in front of him was true or false, there was one thing that was undoubtedly inseparable, that is, Zhuge Liang and the others did not die at this time.

Zeng Zichen slowly got up, stood proudly, once again regained his wisdom and deep eyes were shining, his robe danced, as sacred as a god.

The figure's pupils shrank slightly, shooting out a cold light, and snorted coldly: "Are you starting to cheer up?" ”

Zeng Zichen smiled coldly, he was not afraid of him, but he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest. "And thank you, if it weren't for you, I would have thought they were all dead?" he glanced meaningfully at himself on the throne, and the implication was self-evident.

The figure's eyebrows moved slightly, oozing a little coldness, and his eyes approached Zeng Zichen: "So what? Today, it is still your death period! They will also be my subordinates!"

Suddenly, a pair of black hair spread out without wind, and then turned white at the root of the hair. Inch by inch turned white, like the snow and ice on the top of the snowy peak.

The powerful aura dissolved the distance between the two, and the atmosphere changed suddenly.

The white-haired Zeng Zichen's eyes were like lightning, killing Sensen, and a sword stabbed at Zeng Zichen. The figure on the throne and the throne shuttled like lightning, and in just one or two breaths, it was already approaching Zeng Zichen, if this sword stabbed past, Zeng Zichen's entire person would be exploded. Because this is no longer just a simple sword, the thunder and lightning it causes seems to be enough to destroy an entire mountain.

At this moment, Zeng Zichen's eyes were fixed on this sword. I don't know why, under the careful control of the figure, there is a sense of inescapability in my heart.

"Poof!"

This sword directly pierced Zeng Zichen's body, Zeng Zichen looked down at the long sword that only left the hilt, blood leached out of the wound, and suddenly raised his head, the pair of inky black eyes bloomed with a strange light, dazzling like the sun.

He slowly pulled out the long sword in his body, and his body did not move.

The figure who succeeded in the sword instantly retreated a few feet, staring at Zeng Zichen with a sinister smile on his face, and he stiffened slightly when Zeng Zichen pulled out his long sword.

Zeng Zichen forcibly suppressed the churning blood in his chest, shook the corners of his mouth, and wanted to speak, but in the end, he still couldn't hold back, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out. Apparently the sword had already wounded itself.

Seeing this, the figure licked his lips bloodthirstily, "I said, I am you, I know you even more than you know about yourself, what you learn, I will, your every move is within my expectations, what do you do to fight with me!"

At this moment, the figure finally stood up from the throne, standing between the void, standing with his hands in his hands, a god-like figure, condescending, looking down at Zeng Zichen, and his thunderous eyes approached down. "Give up, because it's over!"

The air grew colder and colder, and out of nowhere, strong winds roared wildly, and ghosts cried wolves.

Zeng Zichen wiped a handful of blood from the corners of his mouth, a smile was gently hooked at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were rippling with flashing light.

After being injured, he behaved very quietly, his whole person was so quiet that he didn't speak, like dust on the ground, no matter how wind and rain it went, it couldn't stir it up in the slightest, but what couldn't be hidden was the domineering spirit that flowed from his body. is indifferent to everything as usual domineering.

Such Zeng Zichen made people's hearts tremble. The figure was also inexplicably a little flustered in his heart, at this moment, he seemed to see Zeng Zichen, who was originally on the throne, pinching thousands of lives and deaths, and he was not alarmed.

Zeng Zichen glanced at the wound on his chest, the blood couldn't stop flowing, but it was relatively slow. "Before, I was indeed a little confused, but now, I'm back, can you continue to stay in the dark and do your duty!" The magnetic voice was calm and calm, and his voice seemed to have a special magic, which was a kind of confidence, more like expounding a fact.

The figure heard the indescribable sourness in his heart. Is he going to enter the endless darkness again, lonely alone, so lonely? His eyes pressed towards Zeng Zichen: "Impossible! If you and I were to change places today, what would you do? Can you let go of such an opportunity? So, today you will either die or I will die!"

The angry blood that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time burst out in an instant, he roared violently, his sleeves shook, he walked in the void, and a sword went towards Zeng Zichen. "Zeng Zichen, let's let you and me compete today, and see who is the real powerhouse! Who is really worthy of such a throne!"

The fluttering white hair makes it indescribably charming. The swords of the two sides gradually enlarged, crackling, with a fierce murderous aura, intertwined.

Zeng Zichen didn't have any expression on his face, the long sword held in his right hand cut a stunning arc, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the waves swept away, hitting the opponent's sword qi.

The two sword qi were intertwined in one place, constantly striking each other, constantly chasing, and sparks flew everywhere. However, neither of them is a winner, and both know each other very well.

"I hate you so much, and I am jealous of you! Why can you stay outside and enjoy the incomparably beautiful world of flowers, while I can only stay in this boundless darkness, let me sink in the darkness? Why should I even choose you for the throne! How am I worse than you?"

The sound of swords clashing became more and more intense.

The figure roared wildly, venting all the resentment buried deep in his heart. He really doesn't understand, in his previous life, Zeng Zichen could dominate one side, and he admitted that he was better than him in some places, but now, after crossing over, compared to Zeng Zichen's words and deeds, where is he worse?