Doomsday simulator, I prove extraordinary with swordsmanship

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

The black clouds were extremely low, and with the howling of the cold wind, the whole world seemed to be at the end of the day.

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

The majestic golden holy pagoda had already fallen down. The strongest man who ruled this land, the king of magic fist, was even more bloody, and was beaten to death on the holy pagoda.

The holy tower that collapsed in half was the remnants of that battle.

The Demon King's army that once ran rampant across the land has already collapsed, some are running away, some are howling, and some even knelt down on the ground, unable to believe everything in front of them.

The death of the Demon Boxing King also meant the collapse of their faith.

But there is still a group of yellow and emaciated people who used to be slaves and food for livestock. When the magic boxing king died and the holy tower tilted, it seemed that the savior who had only existed in word of mouth and legends had finally come. save them now.

There was a glimmer of hope in their numb eyes.

As for Zhao Cheng, looking at the mourning crowd, he didn't feel any fluctuations in his heart. He only had one thought now, and that was to fight Senior Brother Heihu.

Everything here is just the history that has passed away. If he is in his spare time, he can mourn for it, but now, if he is still distracted by it, he will be troubled by it.

That is not kindness, but weakness!

Only the weak remember the darkness and cruelty of history, indulge in it, and drown themselves.

But the strong one draws the power of hope from the dark history to change the present and the future!

Today's Zhao Cheng is naturally the latter!

"Master Demon Fist, you are finally back!"

"Master Demon Boxing King, he..."

In the holy city, Zhao Cheng walked towards the center step by step, the holy tower that had collapsed in half, to be precise, it was a pyramid.

He knew that Li Fu, one of the thirteen heavenly generals under the savior's command, who killed the magic boxing king and ended this land, was on top of the holy tower.

But he wants to fight the opponent. This battle has nothing to do with good or evil, and there is no right or wrong. It is just to prove that I am invincible!

So what about the King of Martial Dao, who has come all the way to the present, has descended several times, integrated the wisdom of an outstanding person, and has experienced a lot of tempering himself, even though this body is no more than a golden body, it is still far from the King of Martial Dao There is a front line, but he is sure that it can be reversed.

At the same time, he also needs to elevate his heart and strength to the peak of his life through this peak battle, so that in the best state, he can prove himself a swordsman in reality!

For the completion of the sword species, after the realm, the progress conversion after exceeding 100% is guaranteed. If his own state is good enough, he can exceed the limit shown by the data in the matter of completing the sword species.

In terms of spirit, in reality, Zhao Cheng has reached the peak that can be reached in a short time, but in terms of heart and momentum, there is still room for improvement.

Zhao Cheng did not respond to the shouts of these magic fist troops. He walked up to the holy tower, overlooking the holy city, and looked up. Even though the holy city was partially broken, the remaining part still had the feeling of an ancient Roman pantheon.

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

"I seem to feel the sadness in my heart. The Southern Sky Cross and the Holy Heaven Realm can only be understood by those who are saddened. If you are extremely emotional, you can be extremely powerful in boxing. The system here is still too rough for spiritual cultivation."

Zhao Cheng felt the carrier, the rippling sadness in the spiritual world, and at the same time, a powerful spiritual force born of sadness.

This power is the supreme secret of the Nantian Sacred Fist, the realm of the holy sky!

If Zhao Chengruo is an aborigine here, he naturally has no idea about this kind of power, but the actual practice system is higher than this world, and it focuses on the spiritual realm. Compared with the two, it seems to be in such a state. It seems to be nothing more than that.

However, saying so does not mean that Zhao Cheng looks down on the supreme meaning of this world. His previous evaluation is just an objective comparison between the systems. One is based on emotion, while the other directly reflects the world. , the pattern is different. As far as he is concerned, the holy heaven realm is still a very subtle thing.

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

Zhao Cheng took off his cloak, threw it away, and let it go with the wind. Then, he suddenly turned around and looked up the stairs. That person collided together.

The two people looked at each other, and the energy burst out, as if thunder exploded in the air.

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

"Unexpectedly, in the Magic Fist Army, there are people who can understand sadness!"

"You should have escaped, you weakling who is burdened with sorrow!"

Senior Brother Heihu stood upright from the throne, and it seemed that with his movement, the entire sky became shorter.

No, it's not that the sky is getting shorter, but that the opponent is too tall.

He was obviously only two meters tall, but when he stood up, he seemed as tall as a holy mountain.

In comparison, Zhao Cheng's current carrier was already nearly four meters tall, but compared with the other party, it seemed to be just a dwarf.

While the wind was whistling, the voice of senior brother Heihu echoed throughout the entire holy tower, even overwhelming the whistling wind.

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

At this moment, the opponent directly turned into the center of heaven and earth, the ruler of the world.

This is the highest state realized by the previous generation of saviors, one of the thirteen branches of the heavenly state, the original killing state!

And even if it's just a branch, this realm still surpasses the supreme profound meaning of the Nantian Holy Fist, the realm of the Holy Heaven.

That's why the Demon Boxing King of King's Landing was easily beaten to death.

In this regard, Zhao Cheng has no fear, no fear, there is only a kind of excitement and longing that grows from the deepest part of his mind!

In this world, there is a kind of person whose every cell is full of fighting, fighting against 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 self, and use this to surpass themselves!

Undoubtedly, Zhao Chengcheng is this kind of person!

Although the laughing and cursing him in the real world is also his side, the strong man eager to fight in front of him is his most authentic self.