Fury, chaotic, unreasonable force and unrestrained thunder combined, bursting out in all directions.

Even the clone didn't expect that Zheng Zhe would actually use such a simple and rude self-destructive method without any skill to speak of, and face his own "Yanyan-Yingfu" head-on. He watched with a shocked gaze as the surging power of this moment disintegrated the black ball, and watched Zheng Zha's arms burst out with several blood lines like high-pressure water guns.

…… At the same time, he is also wondering if he is facing his own body or a crazy ape. I wonder if the man on the other side has a bad brain, or if his brain is full of muscles.

Of course, this thought only existed in the mind of the clone Zheng Zhe for a thousandth of a second, and it was ruthlessly erased. He decided to put aside this boring thought and start the next round of attacks, and wondered if he was being contaminated by some strange spirit like what had happened to him before.

"Idiot to the point of being like you, even I have to be surprised......"

Breaking through the Yan-Yingfu head-on, Zheng Zha's hands cracked, his arms still trembled, and the strength that his sour hands could use was no more than seven points, and the next attack of the clone Zheng Zha's attack followed. The long knife in his hand had already been replaced by the most convenient black flame sword, and a black streamer that cut through everything suddenly fell from the high sky again.

With the dive of gravitational acceleration, this powerful and heavy sword actually pressed Zheng Zha, who had not yet recovered from the aftermath of the Yan-Confused Star attack, to kneel on one knee!

The earth cracked through cobweb-like cracks, and Zheng Zha couldn't help but let out a muffled snort, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and the splashed blood was burned out by the black flames before it could drip on the ground. In front of Zheng Zhe, the replicator who claimed to be serious, he only had the ability to parry, and he had no power to fight back.

- I lost on the level of subtlety.

Zheng Zhe knew very well what aspect he had lost to his clone, he didn't think that his clone was superior to him in terms of strength, speed, or moves, even if it was the previous Yanyan-Yingfu, it only made him suffer some losses. Zheng Zhe thinks that he has exerted himself to the extreme in the use of moves and the infusion of energy, and the reason for losing is only skill, that is, the gap in subtlety!

It's not that Zheng Zhe is too weak at this time, as a beginner to the fourth order, he has done better than most people, but the clone has already stepped into a higher level. The fight with the Celestial Gods and the Egyptian gods has made a qualitative change in his subtlety, allowing him to have a strength comparable to the fourth order intermediate before he has completely overcome the demons in his heart!

"Do you think that you only lost to me on a subtle level?"

Knowing the way of thinking, the gene lock is opened to a higher degree, and even the whole person is completely duplicated, the replicator can easily read Zheng Zhe's heart. He pressed down the big sword while showing a sneering expression: "What's the matter, this is your full strength?" I just yelled so loudly that I thought you could surprise me somewhat, but now it seems ridiculous. ”

"You don't even know how to get stronger at the beginning of the fourth-order gene lock, do you? I didn't find the best way to fight, and I didn't let my body discover the power that suited the depths of my genes......"

"It's crooked, it's all nonsense, isn't it just to create a body that best suits your own way of fighting?"

Zheng Zhe puffed out his chest, and the life-and-death struggle made him not have time to worry too much, forcing the two energies in his body to collide again, shaking open the black flame sword of the clone. However, under Yang Yun's baptism, his mouth was a little harder than the strength in his hand: "What kind of secret is this kind of thing, where does the frog at the bottom of the well come from?" ”

"You know the 'perfect body'? And the energy fluctuation in your body just now ......"

The second time I saw Zheng Zha's "instant destruction", there was still a moment of surprise on the face of the clone Zheng Zha, but this surprise quickly turned into a cold and ruthless ridicule: "Since you know ......"

"Then why are you still so stupid and weak!"

Sideways, with a waist and abdomen accumulating, the clone Zheng Zha suddenly turned half of his body and slashed out the Black Flame Sword in his hand!

"Boom!"

The black flames that soared into the sky ignited, and the attack of the clone Zheng Zha left a deep ravine in the earth, stretching for several kilometers, but the clone Zheng Zha just frowned and looked in another direction several kilometers away.

And dozens of meters away from the clone, Zheng Zhe, who was holding the Purple Thunder Knife and moving his body in the other direction at the last moment, was panting, and there was a deep wound on his shoulder.

He wouldn't have been able to dodge this blow, if at the last moment, the attack of the clone Zheng Zhe hadn't deflected for a moment.

The moment the Purple Thunder Knife met the Black Flame Great Sword, Zheng Zha only felt the boundless power coming from the knife, which far surpassed any previous slash, and directly shocked him, who was still unable to open the next "instant destruction" state, and his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were all bleeding. But just when Zheng Zhe thought that he was about to lose the sword and die on the spot, between the lightning and flint, a burning light lit up from several kilometers away.

The light tore through the darkness and pierced the space, and with the familiar, loud sound of a Gauss sniper rifle, it struck straight at the head of the clone Zheng Zhe. Zheng Zha, the replicator who had already suffered a loss, had to devote some of his attention to this bullet that was fired at a critical moment...... It was by taking advantage of this moment that Zheng Zha finally unloaded the majestic power on the Black Flame Great Sword in another direction, avoiding further damage.

"Is it weak? Perhaps. ”

Zheng Zhe's chest rose and fell violently, but the man still barely squeezed out a smug smile, he knew what had happened just now, and he also knew who had helped him: "But our Zhongzhou team has always won through the strength of unity...... Unlike you, a lone husband like you, who is always alone, will never understand this power! ”

"I don't really understand, but I don't need to. Because I have long since abandoned your superfluous feelings, devoted all my energy to becoming stronger, and left everyone far behind. ”

The blow that was supposed to be inevitable failed to make a difference, which made the clone Zheng Zhe's mood very bad.

He clenched his fists, crushed the black flame in his hand, and let the heartbeat in his chest that was stirred by battle and anger slowly calm down, and then flapped his bat wings again, and indifferently rose into the sky: "Moreover, I'm also fed up with your group of miscellaneous people's drunkenness. ”

"Hah, chop crumb." Zheng Zha let out a short laugh without care: "The crumbs in your mouth just made you deflated." ”

"Say whatever you want, it's game over." Perhaps because Zheng Zha's taunting skills were much worse than Yang Yun's, after a short conversation, the clone Zheng Zha's provocation didn't care about his provocation at all, and regained his usual indifference: "Next, I want to make you realize that no matter how many small ants there are, they can't fight against humans after all." ”

The clone Zheng Zha flapped his wings and rose higher and higher until it turned into a small black dot. He was in the sky and raised his hand high, and suddenly the black and violent flames soared into the sky.

The sky also changes color.

The black flames on the clone Zheng Zha's body began to pour out wildly, turning into a black sea of fire, like a swept dark cloud, obscuring the starlight in the night sky, enveloping the earth within a radius of dozens of kilometers.

The strength is like water, there is no flaw, but the offense and defense are one, and the flames of this terrifying calamity flow calmly and turbulently. Immediately, the flames flowed into the sea like scattered rivers, and the monstrous waves gathered in his hands in an instant.

From the bottom of the heart, the divine flame that does not burn is moved by the will of the heart, and the flame that should be tyrannical to the limit must also be subordinated to the strong will. Under the subtle control of the replicator, the flame that turned into flowing water began to operate on its own in the same way as the air current, first centered on two flames moving in the opposite direction of strong convection, and then rubbing against each other to form a vortex that was moving sharply. A powerful vortex stretched upwards from the palm of the hand, and the air pressure on the ground dropped sharply and irrepressibly, while the wind formed by the flames rose sharply and wildly......

"Flame ......"

"Tornado!"

(End of chapter)