Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

Every waterdrop has a strong cold force.

Just condensing the moisture in the air can form such a powerful ice hockey.

If you are hit by these drops, you can imagine the next game!

After the strength of Meng Tsengjun’s current retreat, the strength is also leaps and bounds, reaching the congenital five-fold realm.

But when Luo Zheng was so thrown, he was thrown out of the distance of more than ten feet!

Meng Tseng-Jun climbed up from the ground and wanted to come up to help, but saw Luo Zheng standing in the same place, not moving, the heart suddenly rose a wonderful feeling.

Is he really sure to fight hatred?

Luo Zheng is not a savage person, although in the view of Meng Tsengjun, Luo Zheng in the Longbao tavern, as well as several outbreaks in the military camp are not very rational, because the opponent is basically stronger than him.

Every time Luo Zheng has a backhand, he really only did it when he was sure!

"This time the opponent is hateful. Does Luo Zheng think that his strength is stronger than hatred?" Meng Tseng-jun did not believe this inference about himself.

How big is the difference between congenital and congenital, Meng Tsengjun thinks it is very clear, the next Cao deacon is also clear, hate is more clear! Because these people are from a congenital level, step by step.

But why is Luo Zheng so confident?

A person with such confidence, either he really has this strength, or is a blind idiot.

Luo Zheng is obviously not an idiot, then he really has this strength?

"Whirring whirring!"

In the face of the sprinkling of water drops, Luo Zheng had a few punches in the air.

A stock of the real magic, with Luo Zheng's fist waving, escaped in front of Luo Zheng, forming a defensive barrier.

The purple-black celestial true element reflects a faint ray of light under the radiance of the light, and among the celestial real elements, the power of the starlight that illuminates the crystal is a little bit of a blue color.

"I want to use the real yuan of the district, I will resist my chilly waterdrops, dreaming!" I hate sneer.

Behind the real thing of the demon, Luo Zheng’s face was calm, and he was very serious at the moment.

Although Luo Zheng is sure to deal with all the innate spirits, but the congenital great strength has been infinitely close to the strong people of the gods, not to mention the disciples of Qingyun religion, which has always been much stronger than the military who cultivated outside.

When the first drop of water drops easily breaks through the barrier of the real magic element, Luo Zheng has already felt it.

But he still kept pressing and waiting for the opportunity.

Soon, more and more drops of water entered the realm of the demon, almost no resistance to the Luo Zheng.

Some chilly waterdrops are very close to Luo Zheng, probably only less than one meter away. The chill of Ling Xiao released from those chilly water drops makes Luo Zheng feel the temperature around it plummeting, even Luo Zheng's eyelashes. A thin layer of frost is condensed on the hair.

Luo Zheng still does not move, his feet are like wedges, and they are nailed to the ground.

Just after most of the chilly waterdrops were drilled into the scope of the real magic, Luo Zheng suddenly highlighted a word, "explosion!"

"Hey..."

The power of the stars in the celestial true element gives a strange sound when it erupts, and the energy of annihilation is released in an instant, affecting the stars next to it.

"Hey..."

More and more stars are bursting at the same time.

One by one, a little bit...

From the point to the surface, and then from the face to the Luo Zheng arranged the entire real space, there is a violent annihilation reaction.

When the starlight is annihilated, the energy released will give off a dazzling white glow.

The brightness of the light is more dazzling than the sun, and the eyes can hardly look straight. Even if you stare at the white light for a while, your eyes will not be able to look at things for a while, and then look at other things are all white, for a while. restore.

Meng Tseng-jun and Cao’s deacon, as well as hatred, were shaken by the eyes!

Only Luo Zheng twisted his head and closed his eyes at the moment when the annihilation energy broke out.

When Luo Zheng opened his eyes again, the chilly waterdrop had been cleaned up by his real yuan, and the hatred of this time had not recovered from the dazzling white light.

This kind of opportunity, Luo Zheng naturally will not let go.

The binocular vision of hatred has not recovered, and Luo Zheng is like a cheetah running wildly on the grassland, rushing toward hatred.

The hateful eyes are shining, can not be seen, but does not mean that he can not counterattack.

The noses and ears of congenital spirits are very sharp, let alone hate this innately strong and powerful?

Even if he closes his eyes, he can tell the direction of Luo Zheng.

However, after hating the strength that Luo Zhengfang broke out, it is inevitable that there will be some flustered.

He thought that Luo Zheng only wanted to use the real yuan shield to completely block his attack. If this is done, then Luo Zheng is not far from death, and the power of his chilly waterdrops is definitely more than that!

But Luo Zheng’s approach is more direct and more violent!

Directly exploding his real element, and the power of the detonation turned out to be so horrible, almost all his chilling drops of water are all over the net!

This is also the reason why hatred will be flustered. Why can this kid’s real element explode such a great power? A little starlight in the real element broke out, and the power almost made his heart tremble!

But hatred is, after all, a strong and congenital strongman. He can practice from a warrior to this level, and his heart has long received various tempering.

At this moment, he also understands that he must not panic, not only can not panic, he also has to fight back at this time.

After hating to capture the position of Luo Zheng, he sent out a sword with his feelings. His thin, flapped sword was almost bent to the point of breaking under strong waving, and then suddenly shot out. Thousands of chills!

In any case, these drops should be able to block the attack of Luo Zheng.

But hate still underestimated the speed of Luo Zheng.

Luo Zheng did not avoid the water drops before, not that he could not avoid, but he did not avoid it!

The situation is completely different now, and now he wants to give the greatest repression to hatred.

The phoenix phoenix in the right hand arm of Luo Zheng suddenly illuminates, and the energy of the road runs through his meridians and spreads across his body.

"call out!"

Luo Zheng’s whole person was a blur, as if he had turned into a wind, and he immediately withdrew from the area covered by the chilly water.

At this time, Meng Tsengjun, Cao deacon and hateful vision have returned to normal. When they saw that Luo Zheng’s figure was vague, he almost thought he was wrong.

"Fast speed!" Meng Tingjun could not help but shout.

I hate to find my own eyes, but I can’t capture Luo Zheng’s figure at all. Where did this kid go? The hateful eyes swept around, and the sword in his hand was also on his chest, always guarding the raid of Luo Zheng.

Suddenly, hate felt the sway of the wind from the top of the head, almost conditioned, his sword waving upwards.

Luo Zheng, at the top of hatred, even reached out to the palm of his hand and smashed toward the hatred sword.

"Empty hand welcoming the white blade?" Hate a sigh, his face immediately reveals a touch of laughter, "Look for death!"

Hate this sword, it is a Chinese spirit, because the whole sword is made with "Beichen Steel", so it can be forged very thin.

Once hated to send this sword into the family's refining workshop, when the forging was processed, the refiner had burned the sword to the red with real fire, and the sword was almost transparent! I can imagine how thin it is! If the general material is so thin, it is afraid that it will be broken at a touch, but Beichen Steel is extremely tough enough to process the sword to such a thin level.

Because it is as thin as a flap, it is sharper.

This kid dared to pick up his sword with both hands, then he cut off the boy's hands!

Hate the arm and force it, shake it with force, the force suddenly let the sword shake out a sword flower, and smashed toward Luo Zheng’s wrist.

However, Luo Zheng’s face smiled slightly, and his right hand gently explored, suddenly as a lightning bolt, and instantly pinched the hate of hatred.

"Fast speed!" Hate can't figure out why the speed of Luo Zheng can be done at such a level. It is fast and slow, and it is very strange. He can't predict Luo Zheng's hands, but the sword is pinched by Luo Zheng's fingers. Live, he did not panic, but a hard pumping, intending to take the sword back and puncture again.

After all, he is holding the hilt, and Luo Zheng only used his fingers to hold the sword. The two men’s efforts are different.

What's more, if it is a simple power competition, hate thinks that its own strength is much greater than that of Luo Zheng. After all, Luo Zhengcai is a congenital realm, and he is congenitally perfect, the strength of the two is not at all a magnitude. on.

Under this pumping, the hateful face changed dramatically.

He did not even take the sword out of Luo Zheng’s hand.

Another pumping, the sword still does not move, the blade seems to be embedded in the fingers of Luo Zheng!

The hateful face is an incredible expression, as if it were a ghost.

People who are born with great powers have hated to see a lot.

Some people are born with great power. Once he saw a person, it was just a refining environment, but the strength of the flesh is already stronger than the innate one.

But talented power also has a limit!

Even if the strength of the flesh is strong, it is impossible to exaggerate to such a degree.

The power of congenital and realm is completely different from the congenital perfection. However, today’s hatred has found that this view has been broken by Luo Zheng.

He is indeed much bigger than his own.

After a brief shock, hatred immediately spurred the real thing in the body.

He is not a person waiting to be awkward, not to lose to a congenital kid? This is something he can never imagine!

Those true elements are in his arms and spread toward the sword.

On top of the sword, a white snow flakes out, and the snow condenses into a long thin line. It climbs quickly along the sword and quickly comes to the tip of the sword!