But it was too fast for him to see clearly with his naked eyes, let alone dodge.

"Royal!"

Zheng Zhi opened his eyes, and there was another white light, and a sword was inserted into the young man's abdomen.

"Successful."

Seeing the young man's miserable condition, Zheng Zhi was overjoyed.

Looking at his hand again, it was empty, the Judgment Sword was gone.

Flying sword!

At the critical moment, he understood the splash.

Use Qi to control the sword, and use soul to control it.

This was just a try, but he didn't know he could really succeed.

The young man was seriously injured and fell from the eaves.

As he was seriously injured, all the zombies lost central control and stood completely still.

The poisonous insects that controlled the zombies also died one after another at this moment, turning into drops of viscous liquid...

Zheng Zhi grinned and appeared in front of the young man in a flash.

He grasped the Judgment Sword again and drew it with all his strength.

Screams rang out and blood splattered.

And the sharp sword edge was already touching the young man's eyebrows.

It only takes a slight movement to kill it.

"Use Qi to control the sword, swordsman!"

The young man stared at Zheng Zhi with a look of reluctance.

Reluctance is mixed with fear.

Only a swordsman can control a sword with Qi.

As for the swordsmen, if you look at Mo Country, there are only a few hundred in number.

These swordsmen are all close to middle age. It is unheard of for such young swordsmen to be so young.

Zheng Zhi smiled slightly and did not explain.

He is not a swordsman. He is able to control the sword with Qi and relies entirely on the sword spirit.

Soldiers with spirits are called spiritual soldiers, and quasi-spiritual soldiers only have residual spirits.

The Judgment Sword in his hand is an acquired spiritual weapon, including a sound sword spirit.

And he just communicates with the sword spirit and controls it with Qi.

"I ask a question and you answer a question. If you don't tell me, you will die!"

Zheng Zhi didn't talk nonsense. With a slight movement of his hand, the sword advanced a millimeter, and the young man's eyebrows bled.

"You think I'll give in?"

The young man sneered.

It seems that he is such an evil cultivator and has killed so many people that he is no longer afraid of death.

"I'll let you tell me."

Zheng Zhi was not angry, but smiled.

It's just that in the eyes of the young man, this smile is like a ghost from the Nine Netherworld, making people shudder.

However, before he could say anything more, his body suddenly trembled violently.

Zheng Zhi slapped his chest with his palm, injecting cold air into him and making his chest turn white.

The cold air entered the body, the young man's face was distorted, and he was in great pain.

"This hurts, I..."

The young man looked ferocious, and before he could finish speaking, he heard a "bang" sound of shattering resounding from his body.

A meridian was directly broken.

The pain of broken veins turned his harsh words into screams.

"boom!"

Another meridian was broken.

Zheng Zhi's smile grew wider, and he was about to continue injecting cold air into his face.
Chapter completed!