Hundreds of millions of warriors around the world stared at the live broadcast screens, holding their breath.

These are just what people watch on the screen, not to mention the warriors on the scene. The aura at this moment is so dignified that it has never been seen before. Everyone understands that when the answer is revealed, it will determine the fate of a huge army with hundreds of millions of warriors.

The direction of the region.

Will Song Pu successfully reach the top, or will Zhou Zheng be able to reverse all this?

Ordinary people's legs have already become weak. This kind of tense and solemn aura is not something they can bear. It has long brought their hearts to their hearts.

There was no movement in the big pit, and Zhou Zheng seemed to be buried in it.

"do you died?"

"Is it all over?"

Countless questions appear in everyone's mind.

At this moment when the atmosphere was so heavy that one could no longer control it, Ruoda's central capital fell silent.

"Bang!"

A huge sound suddenly came from the big pit. In the layer of soil and masonry, an arm still wearing a gauntlet broke through and exposed the ground. Then it bent down, pressed it on the ground, supported it, and followed the movement of the arm.

With force, the bricks and stones rolled, and the shiny black armor appeared in front of countless people again.

Zhou Zheng, wearing a dark mist suit, climbed up directly from the rubble of the pit.

"Hahahaha, I knew the leader would be fine."

"Master!"

In an instant, Zhang Xiaoqi and the others, who were almost desperate, burst out with a roar like a roar, venting the pressure they had just brought. Some people and forces related to Zhou Zheng cheered and let out bursts of shouts.

Roar.

Even the other warriors also cheered and roared.

The waves of sound came one after another, affecting more people and warriors.

"Damn it, Asia belongs to us Chinese, Koreans, get out of here."

"After a hundred rounds of parliamentary speakership, there is still no Korean. Support Zhou Zheng and resist the Koreans."

Countless warriors responded that only Chinese people can hold the position of Speaker of the Parliament. The previous high-pressure policy of the Song Dynasty Society seemed to suppress the voices of opposition, but they did not know that this was just people suppressing their own anger.

.

Now Zhou Zheng's appearance seems to have found their backbone.

Some warriors who surrendered to Song Puhui's faces turned pale and their whole bodies became panicked amidst the tsunami-like cheers and roars. Especially some warriors whose hands were stained with blood during the suppression, their whole bodies were already trembling.

stand up.

If Zhou Zheng succeeds in taking power, their fate...

Zhou Zheng climbed up from the rubble with support. With a stomp of his feet, he was already bouncing up. With a somersault at home, he had already left the pit.

Song Puhui frowned and stared at Zhou Zheng who was standing in front of him.

This scene exceeded his expectations. Even with all his strength, Zhou Zheng could not be killed. Looking at his armor, there was not even a trace on it, and he did not know what material it was made of. Especially when he climbed out of the ruins.

, still spotless.

"Congratulations, you're not dead." Song Puhui smiled lightly.

Zhou Zheng laughed: "Is this result beyond your expectation?"

"Indeed, but it's better, you can suffer more. Maybe, you won't be so lucky next time." Song Pu would laugh strangely: "You will know after a while that living is actually worse than being dead.

good."

Song Puhui's sword was stuck on the ground, with a ferocious smile on his face.

Zhou Zheng shrugged and held the black light in his hand: "Reciprocity is reciprocated, now it's my turn."

"I'll tell you when you can keep up with your speed." Song Puhui smiled ferociously, raised his sword suddenly, and blasted towards Zhou Zheng. The person once again turned into an afterimage, and he once again turned into an afterimage at an incredibly fast speed.

Bully Zhou Zheng.

A sneer appeared on Zhou Zheng's face, but unfortunately it was not noticed by anyone under the helmet.

"Blitz attack!"

The thief's skill was activated, and Zhou Zheng disappeared directly from the ground.

"Bang."

Amidst the loud noise, Song Pu who rushed forward was blown away faster than he could before, and smashed into a building hundreds of meters away, causing cement slag to fly out. A huge hole appeared,

What came out of it was billowing dust and fog, and nothing could be seen.

Zhou Zheng stood in the open space, holding the dagger behind his back and staring in this direction.

The flash attack just now locked Song Puhui, and it was impossible for him to escape. A fierce knee was pressed against his abdomen, and a black light flashed across his neck. The action at this moment, in 0.01

It's done within seconds, and outsiders can't even see a trace of it.

"Hiss..."

Countless warriors gasped in the cold air and stared at Zhou Zheng, who stood proudly in the ruined square.

None of them could see this blow clearly.

How did Zhou Zheng disappear on the spot, and how did he knock Song Puhui away in the blink of an eye?

The battle between the strongest warriors made them feel mysterious and excited.

boom.

There was a rumbling sound in the building, and a faint figure jumped out from inside, holding a sharp sword, and landed on the square during the ejection. Song Puhui's clothes were completely torn, and he was almost naked, exposing his upper body.

His strong muscles.

On the neck, there was a faint scar, oozing blood, exactly where Zhou Zheng had just scratched it with a black light.

"very good."

Song Puhui's face was ferocious and his eyes almost burst.

He never thought that someone could hurt him after he was thirty years old. The three-pole law of warriors has become bullshit, at least it has no use on Zhou Zheng. The coldness on his neck just now gave him a sense of fear

I feel that this Zhou Zheng can actually hurt himself.

This also means that the fact that I originally thought was unbreakable has been shattered.

Zhou Zheng, he is indeed capable of killing himself.

Standing in the ruins square, the blood on Song Puhui's neck was so bright red in the sun that it was impossible not to attract attention. Witnessing Song Puhui's injury caused another sensation. Thirty

Song Puhui of Duan 1 was actually injured by Zhou Zheng of Duan 23.

"This... this... how is this possible?" Some warriors saw this scene, as if their entire worldview had collapsed.

Every warrior looked in front of them with dumbfounded eyes.

When Zhou turned his hand, the black light was like an elf, and the sword flower was so dazzling.

Song Puhui gritted his teeth: "Zhou Zheng, I'm going to kill you, kill you."

Zhou Zheng stretched out a hand, then hooked his fingers at Song Puhui, which turned into a thumb finger, gestured downward, stretched out his middle finger, and shook it gently in the air: "You can't."

"Get out!" In the roar, Song Puhui's veins were twisted up, and he was like a cannonball. Every time he took a step, the ground was directly shattered by the bombardment, and countless debris was thrown up.

"sneak."

Amid countless gazes, Zhou Zheng's figure once again disappeared from everyone's eyes.

With a sudden brake, Song Puhui plowed a ditch before he stopped. He searched around, but there was no trace of Zhou Zheng at all. Zhou Zheng disappeared out of thin air. His heart suddenly contracted, and he held his hand tightly.

The hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

"Oh my god, Zhou Zheng...Zhou Zheng disappeared."

"Ghost, it can't be a ghost."

Countless warriors stared at this scene with their mouths wide open. Is there even a trace of Zhou Zheng in the ruined square? Zhou Zheng seemed to have disappeared, or evaporated, and was not in the square at all.

"Captain..."

"Master."

Even those who knew Zhou Zheng best, such as Hu Bo and Su Yunwen, stared at this scene with their mouths wide open in disbelief. Zhang Xiaoqi even felt huge waves in his heart and could not calm down. Such a mysterious scene was a complete challenge to them.

understanding of this world.

When did the leader have such a mysterious ability? How many things do they not know?

Recalling the scenes of getting to know Zhou Zheng, I am afraid that what they knew about Zhou Zheng's secrets at the beginning was just the tip of the iceberg.

Time seemed to have stood still. I don’t know how long it had passed, whether it was one minute or several minutes.

Song Puhui was like a madman, spinning his body around the ruined square, his eyes bloodshot, searching for the presence of Zhou Zheng. But everything seemed like a dream, and there was no trace of Zhou Zheng in the square.

.
To be continued...