Under the thick night, in front of the dilapidated seeds, on the muddy land, dozens of people including Xuandu, Fan Zeng fought fiercely with the corpse ghosts.

But human power is exhausted, but corpses will not be exhausted.

After hearing the fierce fighting here, corpses and ghosts from all directions rushed towards this place.

The endless tide of corpses quickly blocked the entire streets and alleys.

Sword lights were scattered at the entrance of the Seed Station, but the bright sword light was getting weaker and weaker.

After Xuan Du, who was wearing a light blue, shattered the corpse ghost in front of him with one sword, he turned around and chopped the corpse ghosts rushing up for the people who were already unable to resist.

Even he felt a little tired.

In the endless wave of corpse ghosts, no one can hold on.

A hint of palpitation flashed through Xuandu's heart. There are so many corpse ghosts in this city, so how many corpse ghosts are there in this world?

Is these few people really unsuccessful?

Just as Xuandu thought about it, a sound suddenly sounded.

"Click!"

The glass at Seed Station was instantly shattered by an ink-colored sword energy. The sword energy continued to exert force, and it slashed out a clearing in the tide of corpse.

But in just a moment, the blank space was filled with almost endless tides of corpses.

The plaque at Seed Station fell from a high altitude as the glass was broken. Zhao Zheng, a black-clothed man stepped out of the plaque and held a sword, and the black robe moved with the wind.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Zheng had already arrived in front of everyone.

The ink-colored long sword seemed to be chanting lightly.

Like inexplicable excitement, endless darkness swept into endless dominance.

With a sword, the domineering sword force was erected in all directions, and the corpse ghosts who stepped forward instantly dismembered them.

The long sword turned in Zhao Zheng's hand and slashed from the sky, like a waterfall that was flowing down three thousand feet.

The long river waterfall is irreversible.

The two swords, with the ink color as abyss, completely shattering the corpse ghosts that rushed over.

"retreat!"

At this time, Zhao Zheng had already reached the forefront of everyone, and he just said one word.

The zombies on the inner and outer three layers were all shattered by the domineering ink sword energy.

Everyone stopped the sword moves in their hands and looked at the black clothes.

In Zhao Zheng's long sleeves, he held the sword with one hand. The silent Mo Yuan sword seemed to be integrated with him.

Above the Mo Yuan, it is the darkness of the eternal night and the silence and domineering.

It seems to be about to bloom at this moment.

"Get out first!"

Zhao Zheng said softly.

He is not arrogant, he has a deep understanding of himself.

He was the first among all people to learn and practice Taoism with his master, and also the first to come into contact with sword Taoism.

Regarding the sword in his hand, even Xuandu is weaker than him.

It is best to choose from him to cushion.

"retreat!"

Xuandu glanced at Zhao Zheng, put away his sword, jumped, and levered on the high building, and then climbed onto the high building in a moment.

Everyone behind him didn't care about the news that the yield of a thousand kilograms of grain per mu was rushing towards the high building with Xuandu's pace.

After everyone left, Zhao Zheng's unparalleled domineering swept across the world without any cover.

The black dragon pattern and black clothes were swirling.

Mo Yuan in Zhao Zheng's hand seemed to be about to wake up at any time.

But the corpses and ghosts in all directions don’t know how to be afraid. Even if Mount Tai collapses before it, they still need to eat them.

They roared and roared, with inexplicable liquid on the corners of their mouths, and rushed towards Zhao Zheng in black.

The empty space that was originally swept out by the long sword was instantly submerged.

Under the tide of corpses like the sea, all resistance is sometimes a little powerless.

Zhao Zheng lowered the sword with one hand and then suddenly raised it in front of him.

It's like a hidden dragon in the abyss, coming out of the water for a moment.

The endless momentum instantly gathered on the long sword and exploded completely.

Sweeping with one sword.

In the dark night, there seemed to be a domineering black dragon covered in scales and armor, chanting out from the long sword.

The black sword light rushed into the tide of corpse ghosts, rolling up storm waves.

Countless corpses were shattered by this sword.

Everyone in the Taiyin Academy looked at the sword blankly.

"What a domineering sword of the emperor."

Li Wei held the long sword in his hand, wishing that the boy below would be himself.

The sword resonates with everyone.

Li Wei murmured to himself:

"I have a sword that can help the world."

"Who doesn't accept the Sword of the Emperor?"

Only Fan Zeng's eyes had a complicated look, and he met someone who surpassed him.

"I am worthy of being an immortal disciple."

Even Fan Zeng had to admit that the sword of King Sun Zheng of Qin was even more powerful than Xuandu.

Moreover, King Sun Zheng of Qin was only ten years old.

"Young emperor, who can resist it!"

Fan Zeng doesn't know who can.

But he knew that half a year ago, the boy in front of him was just a child who did not even have ordinary proton treatment.

Even in Zhao State, the young man in front of him will be ridiculed by his peers.

But in just half a year, who dares to underestimate him?

The young emperor, his sword is like a dragon.

Between everyone's words, Zhao Zheng, who was dressed in black in dragon patterns, took advantage of the extreme pause of the endless corpse tide and jumped onto the tall building.

And at the feet of everyone, the open space swept out by Zhao Zheng's sword was filled with corpse tide in just a moment.

Looking at the black tide of corpses under his feet, Xuandu's eyes looked complicated in his complexity.

"Poor people in the world."

Finally he sighed.

Fan Zeng patted Xuandu's shoulder and said:

"We are unable to reach people in this world, but we can benefit all living beings in the Central Plains."

"The yield of a thousand kilograms of grain per mu can cover everyone."

Xuandu nodded at Fan Zeng's eyes, but there was still deep anxiety in his eyes.

But who can guarantee that the Central Plains will never encounter such a disaster in the end of the world?

If you meet, who can stop it?

I’m afraid there is only that immortal who occupies high above Wuji Palace!

Fan Zeng did not notice the anxiety deep in Xuandu's eyes. He turned to look at Zhao Zheng:

"Son of the King, I dare to ask where is the grain yield of a thousand acres per mu?"

Zhao Zheng turned around in his hand, then inserted the scabbard behind him, shook his head and said:

"Someone took us one step ahead."

"who?"

Fan Zeng frowned.

In this end of the world, who else will be their competitor?
To be continued...