After Zhong Zihao killed the ancient beast, the space squirmed, and a golden dragon about twenty feet long rushed out.
Facing this legendary creature, which was much more powerful than the ancient beasts, Zhong Zihao had no choice but to fight again.
"Keng!"
Various strange moves were used one after another, and he finally created an opportunity to rush in front of the golden dragon, and slashed it down with the terrifying power of the God-Slaying Sword.
"Chi chi chi..."
There was a burst of fire on the dragon's scales, and Zhong Zihao felt that the long sword in his hand was shaken so much that he almost wanted to let go, but it could not scratch the golden dragon's skin at all.
"What a terrifying defense! Come out with the Qiankun Formation Diagram!"
Zhong Zihao was horrified, and in the midst of his exclamation, he summoned up the Universe Formation. A vast black and white picture shrouded it under the majestic pressure.
"Ouch!"
A dragon roar resounded across the sky. The golden dragon's body flipped over and was freed from the restraints of the Qiankun Array. The huge dragon's tail instantly passed through a space of tens of feet and whipped towards Zhong Zihao.
"Kill the God!"
Zhong Zihao held the sword with both hands tightly, and the strong Taoist spirit filled the air. He narrowed his eyes slightly and made a light stroke at the dragon's tail. This sword was silent, like an antelope hanging its horns, flying in the air, leaving no trace.
Impartially chopped on the dragon's tail.
The golden dragon was in pain, and the dragon's power swept over him overwhelmingly. The dragon's tail suddenly increased in speed, as if it had traveled through space, and it struck him in an instant.
"puff!"
Zhong Zihao spat out a mouthful of blood. His proud body was vulnerable to the golden dragon. It flew more than two miles away and hit the ground hard, with most of his ribs broken.
He quickly turned over and sat up, preparing to avoid the golden dragon's next attack, but saw the opponent standing a mile away, looking at him fiercely, but not coming.
He lowered his gaze to the ground and saw a shallow silver line there. Could it be that the golden dragon could not cross this boundary, and he would be safe as long as he returned here?
In order to confirm this speculation, he took out the fountain of life, drank half the bottle in one gulp, rubbed his body and drank it again.
After several advances and retreats, he was convinced that his previous guess was correct. As long as he retreated behind the silver line, no matter how the golden dragon roared, he would never take a step there.
With safety guaranteed, he fought more and more fiercely. After recovering from his third serious injury, he suddenly used the black flame demon sword during the battle and finally killed the golden dragon.
"Huhuhu!" Zhong Zihao knelt on the ground, panting.
It was too difficult. He had a feeling that even if Ren Xiaotian came to fight the golden dragon, it would not be any easier than him.
As expected, the place where the golden dragon's body lay lay disappeared again as the space changed. Zhong Zihao rested for more than half an hour before walking out. After he crossed the silver line, the space in front of him squirmed for the third time.
He had some expectations in his heart. The first time he appeared was an ancient beast, and the second time was the legendary golden dragon. He didn't know what kind of species would appear this time.
But when the results came out, he suddenly felt the urge to run away. He was surprised.
What appeared this time was actually not a monster, but an old man in gray robe.
The old man is about seventy years old, with white hair and white beard, and he is flesh and blood. No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like he was transformed by a formation, but rather like a sect powerful man.
What's even weirder is that after the old man appeared, he actually smiled at him, as if to say: Defeat me to enter the next level.
Zhong Zihao felt it briefly and couldn't help but be shocked. The strength of the gray-robed old man was actually ten times more terrifying than the golden dragon.
He thought to himself that this kind of strength had definitely reached the level of the early stage of the Immortal Realm, or even exceeded it. He really didn't know what the purpose of the people who created this different space was to set up such a difficult test.
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Without much hesitation, he had no choice but to fight again.
Needless to say, the old man's strength was filled with Taoism when he struck. Even ordinary actions such as raising his hands and stamping his feet seemed to contain obvious Taoism.
Every time Zhong Zihao made a move, he would be severely injured in two or three moves, and then he would run back to the rear to heal.
In fact, it is not just healing. For him who has the fountain of life, as long as there is no fatal injury, he can recover as before in an instant.
The reason why he spent so long was, firstly, to adjust his state of mind and recover from mental exhaustion, and more importantly, to comprehend.
This war continued until more than three months later.
"Drink, chop!"
Zhong Zihao shouted loudly, and with the terrifying power of the Lotus Sword Formation, he finally injured the gray-robed old man.
Just when he was about to take advantage of the situation to expand his victory, the old man in gray robe smiled at him again, and then there was a ripple in the space, and the old man's figure disappeared.
"You motherfucker!"
Zhong Zihao was stunned and couldn't help but uttered a curse word.
He was also seriously injured at the moment. After retreating to the rear to adjust his breathing, he realized what he had learned from this battle. Although he was unwilling to accept it, he had to admit that during this period, every time he defeated an opponent, his strength was increasing rapidly.
promote.
Two hours later, he stood up again and walked forward with steady steps.
In his opinion, having passed the three tests, this formation should be hidden and give him some guidance.
However, when he crossed the silver line and the void in front of him began to squirm again, when he saw the newly reappeared opponent, he was stunned on the spot, with a ghostly look on his face.
A young man in black robe appeared in front of him. He was a little thin, but his face was quite handsome. His firm and confident expression looked so familiar.
Isn't this... this damn thing just me?
Even his clothes, demeanor, and the black flame demon sword in his hand are exactly the same!
At this moment, Zhong Zihao couldn't help but suspect that he had fallen asleep and the scene in front of him was just a dream, or he was just looking in the mirror.
"Keng!"
He suddenly raised his hand, and endless demonic energy bloomed from the black flame demon sword, and the pressure swept away.
On the opposite side, another "Zhong Zihao" also raised his hand, and in no particular order, he also raised his sword, showing off his momentum.
"call out!"
A tentative attack was issued, and a black light erupted from the magic sword, making the air crackle.
"Boom!"
The "himself" on the opposite side did the same, using exactly the same sword moves. The two sword lights collided in the air, causing the heaven and earth energy to churn and the void to tremble.
Zhong Zihao was furious, and the seven-star waning moon formation was instantly launched. A bright waning moon burst out from the black flame demon sword, and it slashed forward with no return.
The other "Zhong Zihao" moved no slower than him. He also used the Seven-Star Waning Moon Formation. Two rounds of the waning moon exploded in the middle again, and the roar resounded throughout the sky.
"call out!"
Zhong Zihao moved his feet, stepped out with carefree steps, and instantly appeared in front of the other person. In the same movement, the two people looked at each other, and they could see their own reflections in the other person's eyes.
He raised his left hand and threw out the Heaven-shaking Seal. A big hand seal that covered the sky flashed in the void and was pressed down on his head. The other party did the same. The two giant palms that covered the sky were terrifying and covered the two people below at the same time.
Just when the handprint was about to fall, Zhong Zihao thought, raised his hand and withdrew the attack.
He suddenly thought that the other person was exactly like him, and he even knew what he was thinking. If he was killed, would he also die?
Death is not terrible, but to be killed by one's own hands, wouldn't it be extremely unjust? It is estimated that even if you enter the underworld, you will not be able to explain it.