At this moment, his body burst out with all his strength.

Condense but not disperse.

Hidden into a thin layer of mist, steaming all over the world.

Not far in front of him, under a dead tree covered with snow.

A figure dressed in a thin cloth coat stood with his back to him.

In his hand, he holds a long branch like a spear.

I don't know why.

He only felt that the momentum coming from the long branch in the other party's hand was slightly familiar.

I just can't remember where I felt it for a while.

King Ming's resolute eyes stared at him, and a sneer was caught in the corner of his mouth.

"Where the thief is, he does not measure himself."

The comer did not speak, but the long branch in his hand was like electricity.

Then his body turned abruptly.

It's almost as fast as it gets.

King Ming still didn't see what the person in front of him looked like.

A series of gunshots that could not be splashed with water beckoned.

The strength is great, and the strength is strong.

King Ming's heart secretly tightened, and his face condensed in an instant.

He was arrogant, but he was not stupid.

Whether the person who came is a real skill or an empty shelf.

He could tell at a glance.

Think about it with all your brain.

I never thought of where such a master came from in Dongzhou.

Gaze closely.

The opponent's marksmanship is different from the smooth marksmanship.

It is also different from the extremely masculine shaking gun method.

It is also different from the newly rising Nanyang, which combines rigidity and softness.

The number of paths is actually in line with the natural Taoism.

Echoing heaven and earth,

In the cold wind of the harsh winter of the lunar month.

It's like a plum branch that is frosty and snowy.

Gorgeous!

Amazing!

Strong!

With the vision of King Yasukuni.

I can't see how many shots the other party fired at this moment.

I only know that the blink is approaching in front of my eyes.

He didn't have time to think about it, so he raised his knife to block it.

The great force on the knife came.

King Ming was overjoyed, thinking that this move was blocked by him under the knife.

But just when he was about to strike back.

The spear suddenly changed its tactics.

It's so fast that it's hard to tell with the naked eye.

The momentum that fits into nature becomes completely different.

Murderous to the fullest.

King Ming's spirit was in a trance, what kind of marksmanship is this?

As the old saying goes.

The country is easy to change, and its nature is difficult to change.

The gun path is first-class, and even more so.

How could the momentum of refining have undergone such earth-shaking changes?

It's like combining the marksmanship of two people almost perfectly.

What a miracle!

One-to-one is more like one-to-two.

In a moment of astonishment, the winner was divided.

The abdomen, chest, and both strands were hit hard at the same time.

The whole person flew upside down.

In midair, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

There was a loud sneer from the other side.

"The waste of the leopard in the tube, what kind of martial arts person is called?"

"I'm in the same desperate path with you, two tricks to break you, what else do you have to say!"

The king of Ming who fell heavily and rolled out a few feet on the ground.

At this point, he was speechless.

There was only one thought in his mind.

This, how is this possible?

He could feel that the internal qi and strength realm of the other party were indeed the same as his own.

How could there be such a big gap in strength?

The next moment he thought.

If the opponent has a spear instead of a long branch.

Strength is not as simple as one-to-two......

When I looked up again, there was no one in front of me.

Fang Cai's short fight was like an unrealistic dream.

……

The territory of the Great Zheng Dynasty was vast.

It can be roughly divided into five parts.

The central part occupies the core fertile ground.

The first river in the world, the White River, runs through the east and west.

On both sides of the river, the plains stretch for thousands of miles.

A total of 10 giant cities were built on the Baijiang Plain.

It was the most prosperous area of the Great Zheng Dynasty.

It is commonly known as the Ten Cities of Baijiang.

The imperial capital is the most of the ten cities.

Not only is the flow of people dense, but also the merchants are intertwined.

There are many high gates.

Even the city walls are forty percent higher than the other nine cities, and they are impregnable.

In the palace.

The carved beams and paintings are not enough to describe its magnificent and atmospheric pattern.

Look at it from afar.

It is like a golden temple that goes straight into the sky, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

Emperor Zheng leaned back on the dragon chair.

looked at the civil and military ministers below.

Finally, he looked at the border war report in his hand.

Instinctively, a stagnant breath poured into the liver and gallbladder in the chest.

On his forehead, beads of sweat the size of gold beads broke out in pain.

He had used it to slay the best of the Tartars' horsemen.

He has also slashed a martial arts master who has also beheaded one of the top of the city......

But I've never been so angry!!

……

Suddenly.

Wu Zhi holding the Immortal Monarch token.

Wake up suddenly.

Wake up from a big dream.

Covered in cold sweat, soaking through his clothes.

His eyes widened.

His face was full of disbelief.

I don't know what this is all about.

Beside him, the false master has not spoken.

Just watched him quietly.

He was about to ask.

The false master suddenly put his finger to his lips.

Gently "shhh

Then he said in a low voice.

"Don't worry, it's not over yet!"

Just now.

That infinite memory had already made Wu Zhi feel that he had a splitting headache.

From the perspective of countless individuals, even from a perspective of God.

Witnessed everything happening.

Experienced so many winds and waves just now.

For a moment, he was in a trance.

Suddenly, he seemed to have become the Zheng Emperor of the Great Zheng Dynasty.

became the Yuan Emperor of the Great Yuan Dynasty.

He even became a weak, remote Yasukuni monarch.

What's going on?

Is all this true or false?

As far as he knows, the real Yasukuni monarch should not look like that.

There is no king at all.

What's going on with all this?

Why is it so incomprehensible?

But.

Before he could react, there were endless memories and information in his mind.

Flooded into my mind.

And.

This time the memories were even stranger.

More supernatural.

Because, it was a time he had never seen before.

A world he had never seen before.

……

Empty darkness.

Empty sky.

Two rounds of empty sun were reflected.

Huge grey sun.

One before and one after the other.

Entrenched in the sky where there are no white clouds for thousands of miles.

Occasionally, a few crow-like creatures swirl over it.

Let out a few disgusting screams.

In short, the world is strange.

Indescribably strange.

Wu Zhi sat up, confused and lonely.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

My mind went blank.

The place where memory should exist is also empty.

Wu Zhi's head didn't hurt.

It's just very confusing.

He felt himself just now.

An extremely important event should have been experienced.

But now my mind is empty, and I don't have any memory.

He stood up in confusion.

Walked aimlessly towards the front.

He didn't even have time to look at his surroundings.

The mind kept recalling.

He wanted to remember something.

I don't know how long it took.

He came back to his senses from his memories.

Some confusion, wistful eyes.

Looking around, his eyes gradually focused.

He didn't know how to describe this place. ，

A piece of black pressing, withered branches and leaves.

Weeds on the ground sloping off.

Everywhere are tall and low trees that you can't see any species.

Jagged and confused.

The black earth is dry and cracked.

The gray-yellow grass wrapped around the ankles, and the thorns hurt a lot.

Wu Zhi didn't know why, and some wanted to cry.

Because he felt a sense of unknown emptiness. Wrap yourself.

There was not a single clear light in sight.

Only daylight as dim as fly ash.