This endless world

"Very good...it seems that you have chosen your own way of death."

Instant's prediction was not wrong. The moment the clone Zheng Zha saw Zheng Zha, there was only one figure left in his world.

The captain of the Devils controlled the Green Devil skateboard to make an emergency stop in mid-air and took it back into the ring. Then he opened his bat wings and stood in the air. He looked down at Zheng Zha who was on the top floor of a building and said with gritted teeth: " I've been waiting for this moment..."

"I have been waiting for this moment to meet you!"

Every time the clone Zheng Zha spoke a word, the murderous intent in his body became stronger, and there was also a sense of unimaginable cruelty contained in it.

These two short sentences contained countless anger and hatred.

Of course, hatred can only produce new hatred, but hatred is the biggest motivation in the first place. This is why the clone Zheng Zha can become so strong. When he saw Zheng Zha with his own eyes, the black flames surrounding the clone Zheng Zha's body showed signs of instability in control.

"Although it looks like you have a deep hatred for me..."

Facing the murderous intention of the clone Zheng Zha, even Zheng Zha felt his breath suffocated. However, not only had he experienced hundreds of battles, he had also initially overcome the violent consciousness deep in his heart. At this moment, he was using a calm attitude. He said in a tone of voice: "But I don't understand what I did to make you hate me so much."

The person in front of me looks almost exactly the same as him, except that from the left side of his face to the right corner of his mouth, there is a ferocious centipede scar. He not only has the determination to kill, but also has an aura of unimaginable violence... This violence The aura was very similar to the murderous intention of the inner demon he had come into contact with before, but it was much more terrifying.

Except for the scar on their face, the two looked almost identical, but no one would mistake them for the same person. There is no other reason, the momentum between the two is completely different... If Zheng Zha is a veteran who has experienced countless battles, then the clone Zheng Zha is an abyss demon crawling out of hell!

Moreover, in the black flames surrounding his body, Zheng Zha clearly felt resentment like a pitch-black abyss, with countless remnants of life surrounding him, accompanied by the wails of some powerful souls.

It seemed like stars hanging in the night sky. Each of them was actually a soul that was supposed to be immortal, but at this moment, it was burned into pieces, and was suffering from incomparable pain all the time. They are full of unwillingness, helplessness and resentment, but the more raging the negative emotions born in these immortal soul fragments, the more the black flame burns, as if it was originally fueled by negative emotions.

Zheng Zha didn't understand what divinity was, nor did he understand under what circumstances these fragments of divinity were captured by the clone Zheng Zha, and became the fuel for Violent Flame. But he could understand that a plurality of fourth-level people died in the hands of his own clone... This copy standing opposite him had really killed other fourth-level people!

However, Zheng Zha's hand holding the knife did not waver at all.

Zheng Zha, who has also experienced the power of the fourth-level gene lock, understands what state his clone is in now, and he is simply expressing his doubts: "In the last horror movie, I was I learned from Zhang Jie that I will be copied to the Demons... and the two of us should have no intersection."

"No intersection...haha."

Listening to Zheng Zha's words, the black flames on the clone Zheng Zha's body showed signs of losing control in an instant. Even Zheng Zha, who was wearing a flame windbreaker, could feel the overwhelming heat wave, which almost covered Fang Yuan. The air within a hundred meters was burned and ignited, and this was just an inadvertent release of his power.

Just at this level, a wailing sound that was not like a human voice could be heard from the black flames. It contained endless pain, despair and resentment, causing the black flames to swell by another point before being completely annihilated without a trace... And several of the shining fragments of light were extinguished simultaneously.

——That was the last trace left by a certain Egyptian nine-pillar god in the world.

The clone Zheng Zha did not pay attention to the afterglow of the god that had passed away long ago. After a very short period of silence, he spoke again: "...Yes, the two of us have indeed never crossed paths, and you have never done anything to me. "

"...Then why are you?"

This is an answer that Zheng Zha has never imagined. If there is no intersection, how can there be hatred? But the clone Zheng Zha said again the next moment: "It is precisely because you have done nothing that I must kill you..."

"Seeing that you don't understand anything, but you are able to happily play house wine with your teammates in this extremely cruel Lord God's space, I will definitely kill you!"

There was a clang, and before Zheng Zha's nerves could react, his body made a move first. The fourth-level gene lock was opened instantly. While his eyes turned blood red, Zheng Zha's Purple Thunder Sword blocked it laterally and blocked the black flame giant sword coming down. Although the huge force carried by the sword made him slightly shorter, it did not prevent Zheng Zha from receiving the blow from his clone in a harmless way!

"The fourth level gene lock."

The clone Zheng Zha also held the end of the black flame sword tightly with both hands. He tilted his head and there seemed to be some change in his tone: "You have actually come to this step... was it opened through the captain's certification?"

"But at this time, you probably can't hear me anymore. After all, with your narrow mind, you simply can't maintain consciousness amidst the inner demons..."

"Stop looking down on people, you bastard."

What answered him was Zheng Zha's trembling voice. Under the protection of the flame windbreaker, the scorching black flames did not damage his body in the slightest, and under his blood-red eyes, his expression remained firm.

The muscles in both arms suddenly swelled. Zheng Zha used all his strength to draw the purple thunder knife in a semi-circular arc and fiercely pushed away the black flame sword of the clone Zheng Zha: "Perhaps at the beginning, this This power is indeed obtained through the captain’s certification, but now I can use it for my own use.”

"Although I don't know what the 'measure' you always talk about is, this power is the result of my companions who helped me practice through countless hardships..."

Zheng Zha, who had blood-red eyes but was thinking clearly and speaking in a coherent manner, retorted: "You can do it, why can't I?"

"Companions? Wouldn't this be more interesting?"

The clone flapped its wings and looked down at Zheng Zha, showing a smile full of destruction and violence.

Just like what Zheng Zha once said to Yang Yun in the Fourth Season of Death, a top-notch warrior can understand the other person's heart just by making eye contact. At this moment, when Zheng Zha met his own clone's eyes, he also understood the reason why the other party did not continue to attack after experiencing the sudden blow, but stood in mid-air.

Your so-called achievements with the "power of companions" and the fourth-level gene lock you seem to be proud of are worthless in my eyes. Because I have already walked on the road you have walked I don’t know how long ago.

And now, I have enough confidence to kill you completely here.

Come on, please me, I'll give you this chance... Struggle to your heart's content, and then realize your insignificance in the face of my overwhelming power.

This is the meaning in the eyes of the clone Zheng Zha. This guy's goal is by no means as simple as killing himself... He wants to use the most cruel and worst way to complete his revenge on the original body!

Kill people, but also kill your heart!

——Well, my clone, even if Setsuna says you have power comparable to the fourth-level intermediate level, you may not have overcome your inner demons yet... And your unexplained hatred for me may be you. Inner demons that cannot be seen through.

There is an objective gap.

Just this small gap cannot make Zheng Zha lose his determination and his fighting spirit.

Although Setsuna had told him to "delay time" before, the moment he actually saw his clone, Zheng Zha understood that the other party's murderous intention was so determined that he would not give him any chance to communicate with words... and Zheng Zha He is not like Yang Yun, who is so good at using words to undermine the other person's self-confidence.

Words are more powerful than swords and guns, but not everyone can hold these swords and guns. Zheng Zha's choice at this moment is to fight!

The Purple Thunder Knife was held tightly in his hand, and blood-red flames ignited on the blade. Thunder and fire complemented each other. Zheng Zha's feet were just a little bit, and his whole body turned into a thunderbolt. The long knife struck the clone Zheng Zha in mid-air. Down!

Seven Strikes of Purple Thunder - Spring Thunder Burst!

There is no need for extra moves or complicated techniques. The art of swordsmanship is all about moving forward, and Zheng Zha's martial arts talent is enough to support him in understanding the Seven Strikes of Purple Thunder from the Purple Thunder Sword that has been with Xin Bi'an for many years... And this, This is the reason why Yang Yun insisted on handing the Purple Thunder Sword to Zheng Zha instead of keeping it for himself.

The muscles all over the body are beating, and the strength that is stronger than steel is concentrated in the knife. The internal force that has undergone preliminary changes after heavy refining is running in the body, releasing majestic energy, and then transporting it to the limbs. At this time, Zheng Zha was not yet confident enough to maintain himself in an "explosion" state, so he was worried and did not use his full strength... But he had experienced the battle with Zhang Jie, the training and training of the dragon's blood mixture. After the extremely arduous training, Zheng Zha's sword is completely capable of breaking mountains and cracking the ground!

However--

"That's it?"

It was like a replay of the previous scene, except that the positions of the two sides in the battle were changed. The black flame giant sword easily held the blade of the purple thunder knife, even easier and more comfortable than what Zheng Zha had done just now.

Unlike Zheng Zha just now, his stature was not shortened, and he didn't even use two hands. Zheng Zha could see clearly that his clone seemed to have just raised his right hand at will and steadily blocked his own jump attack. . The huge force poured into the Purple Thunder Sword weighs more than a thousand tons? But when the clone Zheng Zha greeted him, this power seemed to disappear out of thin air. It had no impact on him at all, and it didn't even change the flapping frequency of the enemy's wings in the slightest.

No, it didn't disappear... but it was dispersed into the air by his subtle power!

Zheng Zha was secretly frightened. The force of this hand alone was beyond his reach. Zheng Zha is well aware of the power of the subtle technique, but he realizes that he has reached the so-called "bottleneck". No matter how he practices, there is still a corresponding limit... and the clone in front of him is obviously in I have been immersed in this way for a long time!

"I see...I probably know how you developed your strength."

Feeling the strength coming from his hand, the clone Zheng Zha grinned again: "You took a trick. Through the whole body repair in the main god space, you can continuously recover from the murderous consciousness that unlocked the fourth-level gene lock. So you’re familiar with this power, right?”

Although Zheng Zha continued to inject the inner strength of his body into the Purple Thunder Knife, the purple lightning and blood-colored flames on the knife also swept towards the clone, but all attacks were blocked by the black flames surrounding the clone Zheng Zha's body. After resisting it, there is no trace left like a mud cow entering the sea.

After hearing this, Zheng Zha could only grit his teeth and said: "What's wrong! Didn't you use this method?"

"ridiculous……"

The clone Zheng Zha's tone was indifferent: "Only the weak can be affected by a mere sense of cruelty and lose control, and my ability is far greater than yours. This desire for killing and destruction is not even half as good as the emotions in my heart... Even a mere sense of killing Those who can't overcome it will just be like you, weak and pitiful!"

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Zha felt a warning sign in his heart, but the distance between the two was too close. He only had time to subconsciously use the "Tangling Armor", and saw black flames rising behind the clone Zheng Zha. , turned into a tiger with black flames and colorful colors in an instant. The tiger pounced in the air, pressed its claws on Zheng Zha's Purple Thunder Saber, and pressed him down as he fell to the ground...

"boom!"

There was blood spurting out, but this blood was burned to nothingness by the black flames within a thousandth of a second. And a figure fell from the sky, like a flaming meteor. The harsh sound of friction and the conflict of energy resounded in the sky. Everyone on the battlefield now clearly saw the figure falling from the sky to transcend. The speed of sound penetrated two buildings and smashed into the ground from the sky, leaving a huge crater.

The flame windbreaker could not completely resist the black flames of the clone. Under the full burst of energy, the embarrassed Zheng Zha swung the purple thunder knife with all his strength and chopped the black flame tiger into sparks all over the sky. The center turned over. But his burnt and tattered appearance and the burn marks engraved on his tempered body proved that Zheng Zha had already suffered a lot from this blow.

Stabilizing his body, Zheng Zha exhaled a deep breath that smelled of blood. He suppressed the violent desire that resurfaced deep in his heart after being burned by the black flames. He looked up at his copy with extremely solemn eyes. The body...and the clone Zheng Zha made his declaration indifferently.

"too weak."

"Your power is not worth mentioning."

Those words are like judgment.