Doomsday simulator, I prove extraordinary with swordsmanship

In this short moment, Zhao Cheng only felt that he was reborn again.

On the panel, Kong Jie has become like this.

Native: Empty Tribulation (White) +4

Evolution level: lv1

Evolution degree: 10%

Durability: 97/100

Sharpness: 2

Toughness: 2

Hardness: 2

Special Effects: Heart to Heart

Lv1 effect: All attributes +1

+4 effect: All attributes increased by 80%

As for the column of special effects, it has changed even more.

Special effects: Chopping Wind lv2 (17/18), War Blood lv3 (3/27), Health Preserving lv1 (15/36), Sword Enlightenment lv1 (5/90), Refining lv2 (13/90), Super Sensation lv2 (22 /144), Subtlety lv1 (70/90), God · Tenacity lv2 (3/30), God · Light lv1 (1/100)

It can be said that his buffs are fully filled at once. Looking at the tranquility stage, there are probably few who can surpass him in the number of buffs.

The progress of meditation only determines the lower limit of practice, and the strength of the buff determines the upper limit.

Of course, in the meditation stage, if there is no buff, there is no possibility of practicing meditation, that is, the possibility of becoming a swordsman.

Holding the sword, Zhao Cheng raised his eyes and looked up. The sense of fullness from the soul to the body made Zhao Cheng unable to help but feel a subtle pride.

Sword in hand! Ask the world who is the hero!

Unfortunately, right in front of him, he couldn't find anything to test his sword with.

so...

call out! call out! call out!

Zhao Cheng swung his sword in the air, piercing through the air with tenacity, refracting the blood-colored radiance, where the sword edge passed, it seemed to leave blood-colored scars in the void.

In the process of Zhao Cheng swinging the sword, Zhao Cheng's body did not see the slightest ups and downs. His figure actually moved forward seven steps out of thin air following the long sword swung in his hand, as if teleporting.

He swung seven swords, and his body moved seven steps. Each step was nearly 30 centimeters away, which was not that big. The distance from death.

"Hahaha!"

"Here's swordsmanship, I call it second, who dares to say that it is the first?!"

After Seven Swords and Seven Steps, Zhao Cheng stood still, with sweat dripping down his forehead uncontrollably, but he was happy in his heart, and couldn't help laughing three times.

Zhao Cheng's mood was slightly excited.

He knew in his heart that when he was playing games in his previous life at this moment, after getting a whole body of powerful equipment, the mood that he wanted to enjoy anyway was exactly the same.

"Today with the sword in hand, I have to chop off my fist no matter what, and come to sacrifice my divine weapon with blood!"

Such thoughts emerged in Zhao Cheng's mind.

Then, he stopped looking at the diary, took a short rest, and after recovering the mental and physical energy consumed by Hengkong Qijian just now, he immediately ran towards Quan Chi's place.

And just this run, Zhao Chenggong knew that he could run faster, his spirit was stronger, and his control over his body was stronger. The only problem was that his spirit was too strong and his body couldn't keep up.

There is an explosion, but it cannot last for a long time. At the same time, if the explosion exceeds the limit, it will cause huge damage to the body.

A few minutes later, Quan Chi's location was already in sight.

Zhao Cheng took a rest outside, and when he estimated that the time was almost up, he raised his sword and moved forward.

Although he was swollen at the moment, he was not very swelled, at most there was a little swell.

Therefore, when he really wanted to fight against Quan Chi, he immediately restrained all his thoughts and focused on facing the enemy in front of him.

boom!

Quan Chi spread his wings and came to kill.

And Zhao Cheng, also in an instant, entered the explosive state, the super sense was activated, and the bloody battle started.

As soon as the super sense was turned on, Zhao Chengli felt the change of the super sense. Quan Chi became slower, or his thinking became faster. Not only that, but his sword swing speed also became faster.

It's not that his strength has improved, nor has his agility improved, but that after reaching lv2, the super sense seems to be able to use the spirit to directly interfere with the body, so as to synchronize the body with the mind.

Because the level of super sense is not enough, this interference power is not great, but it does exist.

And in swordsmanship, many times, if you are on the front line, you are so fast!

At the same time, the consumption of super-sense actually decreased. It was not a decrease, but Zhao Cheng's stronger spirit and the existence of the faint light in his mind made up for the consumption.

clang!

The claws and the long sword collided together, making a metallic tremor.

As for Zhao Cheng, he could clearly see that the opponent's originally indestructible hands, with the collision of this blow, showed a little trace, just like the skin of an ordinary person being peeled by a fruit knife.

The injury was very slight, but it was a change from scratch.

The sharpness of 3.6 is just different.

This is still the toughest hand to cut. If you cut the neck, it may be more lethal!

After one strike, Zhao Cheng moved out of thin air, and another strike split the sky.

And Quan Chi's movements are not slow, he transforms his claws into fists, and in an instant, he swings several punches, just like thousands of arrows in an ancient battle formation, causing many afterimages, making it difficult to figure out and resist.

However, in Zhao Cheng's eyes, every punch of the opponent is clearly visible, but his body cannot keep up with the speed of thinking.

Zhao Cheng's sword, slashing and turning, seems to have hit the real point, but in fact it passed through the shadow of the opponent's fist without any gaps, and immediately gouged out a small piece of the opponent's arm. Flesh down.

Of course, Boxing Monster is not made of flesh and blood, what Zhao Cheng cut out was just a mass of gray liquid, which turned into countless spots of light after leaving the body.

And the kung fu of these two swords has already shown Zhao Cheng's growth in the short period of time before.

You know, just four days ago, Zhao Cheng tried his best to fight dozens of moves, and just cut a small hole in the opponent's body.

call out! call out! call out!

Zhao Cheng swung his sword continuously, and every time he swung his sword, his body would move along with it.

The length of his body movement varies from long to short, but every time, he just escapes Quan Chi's slaughter.

He knows Quan Chi very well, but Quan Chi doesn't understand him. This alone is a huge advantage.

On the ground, bursts of smoke and dust were raised.

Even though there were few wounds on his body, it didn't affect Quan Chi's movements at all.

Finally, after more than forty moves, Zhao Cheng finally found an opportunity and slashed the opponent's neck with his sword.

And it was this sword that directly stretched half of the opponent's neck, as long as there was another sword strike, the opponent would be beheaded!

And with this sword, Zhao Cheng understood that if Kongjie was still as sharp as before, if he wanted to sever his neck, he would need at least four swords!

After all, it is just a monster of white quality, even if it is an elite, in terms of physical strength, compared with miscellaneous soldiers, there is actually no qualitative leap.

With the sword in the neck, Quan Chi's strength and speed suddenly dropped a bit.

After more than 20 moves, Zhao Cheng's consciousness was shaken suddenly, and then he knew something was wrong.

The super feeling, unexpectedly at this time, is over.

And from the beginning of the war to the present, thirty seconds have passed, far exceeding the previous twenty-second super-sensing limit.

But it was still a little short. If there were five more seconds, or even three seconds, Zhao Cheng was confident.

After that, when Zhao Cheng's consciousness stabilized from the gap, the last scene he saw was a fist the size of a casserole.