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The cold wind is howling, and the yellow sand is all over the sky.

The dark clouds, the pressure was extremely low, accompanied by the cry of the cold wind, and the whole world seemed to fall into the end of the apocalypse.

After the nuclear war, the holy city that gathered the manpower and material resources of the entire land and built it with countless blood, sweat and bones seems to be coming to an end at this moment.

The majestic golden holy tower has already fallen, and the strongest man of the land on this side, the king of the demon fist, is even more bloody, and was beaten to death on the holy tower.

The half-collapsed tower is the remnants of the battle.

The army of demon kings that once roamed the land has been dispersed, some are fleeing, some are wailing, and some are kneeling on the ground, unable to believe what they are seeing in front of them.

The death of the Demon Boxer King also means the collapse of their faith.

But there is still a group of yellow-faced and thin-skinned people, who used to be slaves, who were raised as livestock food, when the Demon Fist King died, when the Holy Tower tilted, it seemed that the savior who had always existed only in the legend of word of mouth had finally come to save them.

There was a glimmer of hope in their numb eyes.

And Zhao Cheng, looking at this full of sorrow, there was no fluctuation in his heart, he only had one thought now, that is, to fight with the Black Tiger Senior Brother.

All these things are just a history that has passed, and if he is in his spare time, he can mourn it, but now, if he is still distracted by it, his heart is turbulent because of it.

That's not kindness, it's weakness!

Only the weak remember the darkness and cruelty of history, and indulge in it, drowning themselves. The strong, on the other hand, draw the power of hope from the dark history to change the present and the future!

Today's Zhao Cheng is naturally the latter!

"Lord Demon Fist, you're finally back!

"Lord Demon Fist King, he ......"

In the Holy City, Zhao Cheng walked step by step towards the center, the half-toppled Holy Tower, to be precise, the pyramid.

He knew that the strong man who killed the Demon Boxing King and ended this land, one of the thirteen heavenly generals under the command of the savior, the Tiger Heavenly General, Li Fu, was on top of the Holy Tower.

And he wants to fight with the other party, this battle has nothing to do with good and evil, and there is no right or wrong, just to prove that I am invincible!

What about the king of martial arts, all the way to the present, several times, the wisdom of a strong person, he has experienced a lot of tempering, even if this body is only in the realm of the golden body, and he is still a line away from the king of martial arts, but he is sure that he can reverse it.

At the same time, he also wants to pass this peak battle, and pull his heart and momentum to the pinnacle of life, so that in the best state, in reality, he can prove that he is a swordsman!

The completion of the sword species, behind the realm, the progress transformation after exceeding 100%, belongs to the guarantee, if his own state is good enough, in the matter of completing the sword species, it can exceed the limit of the data display.

In terms of spirit and spirit, Zhao Cheng has reached the apex that can be reached in a short period of time, but in terms of heart and potential, there is still room for progress.

Zhao Cheng didn't respond to the call of these Demon Fist Army, he walked up to the Holy Tower, overlooking the Holy City, and looked up, even though the Holy City was broken, the remaining part still had the feeling of an ancient Roman pantheon.

It is not easy to build such a magnificent complex, even before the nuclear war.

"I seem to feel the sadness in my heart, the Nantian Cross, the Holy Heaven Realm, only those who have carried the sadness can comprehend, extremely affectionate, can be extremely fisted, the system for spiritual cultivation is still too rough."

Zhao Cheng felt the rippling sadness in this carrier, the spiritual world, and at the same time, he also felt that there was a powerful spiritual power born from sadness.

This power is the supreme mystery of the Nantian Holy Fist, the Holy Heaven Realm!

If Zhao Cheng is a native here, he naturally has no idea about this kind of power, but the actual cultivation system is higher than this world, and he focuses on the spiritual realm.

However, saying that, it does not mean that Zhao Cheng looks down on the supreme meaning of this world, his previous evaluation is just an objective comparison between systems, one is to take (this chapter is not finished!) )

Chapter 215: The Most Authentic Self

As for the emotions, the other is a direct reflection of the heavens and the earth, and the pattern is different, as far as he is concerned, the Holy Heaven realm is still a very subtle thing.

Zhao Cheng didn't dispel the sadness in the spiritual world, if he dispelled it, the Holy Heaven Realm would be gone.

Zhao Cheng took off the cloak on his body, threw it away, and made it go with the wind, and then, he turned around suddenly, looked up along the stairs, and his eyes collided directly with the person sitting on the highest place of the holy tower dozens of meters high.

The two looked at each other at this glance, and the spirit that burst out seemed to make the air thunderous.

The two obviously didn't have any verbal communication, but through this glance, they each understood each other's inner thoughts.

"I can't imagine that in the Demon Fist Army, there are also people who can comprehend sadness!"

"You should have run away, the weak who carried the grief!"

Senior Brother Black Tiger stood upright from the throne, and it seemed that with his movement, the entire heavenly dome became shorter.

No, it's not that the sky dome has become shorter, but that the other party is too tall.

Obviously only two meters tall, but when you stand up, it seems to be as majestic as a sacred mountain. Compared with it, Zhao Cheng's current body is clearly close to four meters in height, but compared to the other party, it seems to be just a dwarf.

Between the howling winds, the voice of Senior Brother Black Tiger echoed throughout the Holy Tower, even overpowering the whistling wind.

And the other party's red hair, which was as bright as a flame, was also dancing wildly in the wind.

At this moment, the other party directly turned into the center of heaven and earth, the master of the world.

This is the supreme realm that the previous generation of saviors came out of enlightenment, the thirteen branches of the heavenly realm, the Yuan Killing Realm!

And even if it is only a branch, this realm still has to override the supreme mystery of the Southern Heaven Holy Fist, the Holy Heaven realm.

Therefore, the Demon Fist King of King's Land will be easily killed.

In this regard, Zhao Cheng has no fear, no fear, what he has is just an excitement and desire that breeds from the deepest part of his thinking!

In the world, there is such a kind of person, every cell of his is full of battles, fighting with the strong!

Only in this way can they feel the meaning and value of existence, feel the true meaning of life, feel the existence of themselves, and surpass themselves through this!

Undoubtedly, Zhao Chengcheng is this kind of person!

The laughing and scolding in the real world, although he is also his side, but the strong man in front of him who is eager to fight is his most authentic self.

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Chapter 215: The Most Authentic Self