Star Wars Civilization

On the third day, guests began to appear in the castle opposite. Shen Zheng, who had been staring there, immediately noticed a few of them.

Those residents are the contestants of the Holy Empire. In addition to the ten participants, there are also the captains and members of the Royal Guard. Of course, those people couldn't catch Shen Zheng's eyes. He was eyeing one of the ten contestants.

This man has long, flowing hair and a handsome face. He is definitely a girl killer type of person. He was wearing a white robe, embellished with black patterns, and looked elegant.

But this was naturally not what Shen Zheng paid attention to.

This man's eyes were cold and calm, as if looking at him for a long time made people feel drowsy. His whole body faintly exudes an aura that is different from that of a warrior. As the brother of a super-genius great mystic mage, Shen Zheng is no stranger to this aura. It is exactly the aura of a mystic mage. [

And on the fingers of this man's left hand, there was something that attracted Shen Zheng's attention. It was a black ring. Although it looked inconspicuous on the surface, Shen Zheng could clearly sense the aura of the artifact.

Moreover, he also sensed the power of the Creator of the Holy Demon Realm from it. This is enough to show that this artifact is a type that can use the power of the Holy Demon Creator.

This is good stuff. Shen Zheng stared at the man's hand, but in an instant, the man felt something and turned his head to look this way. Thanks to Shen Zheng sitting here with several demon contestants, he was not noticed.

The man greeted these demon race contestants, showed a contemptuous smile, and entered the castle with everyone.

That contemptuous smile in Shen Zheng's eyes made him laugh.

Come on, this is a good opportunity.

Not long after, someone came out of the castle opposite. Shen Zheng took a quick look and could tell by their clothing that only six of them were contestants. In addition to the royal guards, he had five people on his side.

He calculated carefully - although he didn't know how powerful the Saint Emperor was, at least the Demon Emperor was almost equal to him. Moreover, the opponent must have more powerful methods in his own plane, and there is no point in assassinating the two of them, because the Holy Demon family is in charge of the entire plane.

After all, my own power is limited and it is impossible to cause huge damage to the holy and demon world. But if I assassinate the strongest elite of the two tribes and then kill the holy and demon emperor, it will be enough to cause a fatal blow to the holy and demon world, at least. So that they can't spare any time to deal with the source world.

In this way, the time of the war can be delayed again, giving Shen Zheng enough time to create an army with quasi-artifacts. At that time, he can take a preemptive strike, lead an army to attack the Holy Demon Realm, and burn the flames of war into the homes of these invaders.

Then the source world will become safer, and the people will not be harmed by war.

This is a good job. Shen Zheng thought to himself and poked a player next to him.

"Help me look at the expressions of these guys." Shen Zheng said, "I sense that they have bad intentions and are mocking. Are they with us?"

"That's right." The player looked at the opponent for a while and snorted. "Ignore them, these fools from the Saint Clan, guys with little fighting power, always think they are so great and cannot afford us the Demon Clan. Just think of them as fools."

"But their thoughts are so annoying." Shen Zheng snorted, suddenly laughed, and whispered to everyone: "Brothers, how about I go over and tease them?"

"Okay." Someone shouted.

Shen Zheng smiled, stood up slowly, held a glass of wine, and walked slowly towards the table opposite where the Saint players were sitting.

"What does this guy want to do?" A Saint player noticed Shen Zheng and frowned slightly.

"This demon guy is so weird." Another player said, "Why does he keep wearing his helmet and refuses to take it off?" [

"I have some gossip." Another contestant said, "I heard that one of the top ten in the Demon Clan selection competition came from a small family in a remote village. It is said that he almost died because of problems with his cultivation. The result was a very ugly appearance and even blindness.”

"Interesting." A contestant laughed, "The Demon Empire is so incompetent that it even sends out disabled people like this. Is there really no talent?"

As he said this, the group of people laughed.

Shen Zheng heard all this, but pretended not to hear it. He slowly came closer and raised the wine glass in his hand: "Everyone, you are all masters in the Holy Empire, right? Nice to meet you. I His name is Baisheng Tianfeng, and he is a member of a small family in the demon clan. This time he was lucky enough to win the eighth place among the top ten and participate in the finals.

"What do you want to say?" A Holy Race contestant interrupted him impatiently. "Do you want us to be merciful during the competition? In that case, you can save it. The rules of the competition do not allow you to kill your opponent, so you can rest assured."

"No, no, no." Shen Zheng waved his hands hurriedly, "I don't mean that. What I mean is that in fact, we demons don't pay attention to you holy bastards at all, so even a low-level person like me doesn't care. Sent. Because we are sure that even someone like me can easily kill a group of you."

"What did you say?" Several saint race contestants stared, and one of them even got up in anger.

"You blind man of the demon clan, do you want to die?" The man roared angrily. As soon as he raised his hand, a mana wrapped around his fingers, and he quickly drew a pattern in the air.

The Holy Demon Realm is probably the most similar plane to the Source Realm, and even the methods of using secret techniques are so similar. Shen Zheng smiled lightly.

He saw that Shen Ying had used secret techniques many times, so he naturally knew that the weakness of the secret mage was speed.

Mystic mages cannot use secret techniques as quickly as slaying martial arts masters launch their killing moves, but must go through the process of drawing a pattern. A truly powerful mystic will practice some simple secret techniques that can be cast instantly or silently. They can use them in sudden battles to contain the enemy and give themselves time to draw a powerful formation. Like Shen Ying, he actually arranged the pattern array on the insect spirit weapon, so that he could easily launch powerful attacks instantly.

But the guy in front of him is obviously not an expert, nor does he have the ability or wisdom to draw patterns on weapons. As soon as he takes action, he starts drawing the pattern first.

Shen Zheng couldn't help but laugh and immediately punched him. The power of the punch was so surging that it sent several saint players flying around. The guy who was drawing had his nose broken by Shen Zheng's punch before he could complete the secret technique. He screamed and raised blood spots all the way. He flew backward and fell to the ground.

"You killed one of them with one punch." Shen Zheng held the wine glass in his other hand and raised it to the Saint players who fell to the ground. Then he took a sip and turned to his "teammates". Victory gesture.

There was laughter immediately from there.

"The players from the Saint Race are so awesome!" someone shouted, "The disabled among us can easily knock down one of us with one punch. This is amazing!"

"Bastard!" roars spread everywhere, and the players from the Saint Race climbed up one by one, with powerful mana surging throughout their bodies, staring at Shen Zheng. "Boy, you are looking for death!"

The royal guards on their side all stared at Shen Zheng with their eyes widened, and they all raised their hands to summon their weapons.

"Kill you, I'm going to kill you!" The guy whose nose was broken by Shen Zheng's punch got up and with a touch of his hand, his nose returned to its original shape. He jumped up angrily and stretched out his hand to draw a secret pattern in the air.

"That's ridiculous." Shen Zheng laughed, and suddenly punched again. This punch was extremely fast. Although the surrounding royal guards were prepared, the punch still hit the saint player's face instantly, driving his nose into his face again, and he flew away with a cry. Go far away.

"Bold!" The surrounding Saint Race players were angry. One of them immediately raised his hand, and a ray of light rose up, turned into a sharp claw, and grabbed Shen Zheng head-on.

Shen Zheng felt it and realized that the attack power of this sharp claw was astonishing. It was almost as strong as the fourth or fifth demon race players. He immediately pretended to be defeated and let out a cry, letting the sharp claw catch him. , and then deliberately controlled the changes in the Holy Demon Armor, creating cracks, and the person screamed and fell to the ground. [

"Trash is trash!" The man snorted coldly, "How dare you show off your demon clan's little power in front of us? This is asking for death!"

"What did you say?" On the other side, the four demon players all stood up with gloomy faces and strode towards this side. The bands and singers in the middle had conflicts with each other, and they were all scared and ran away.

The four of them came closer and stood slowly, staring at the Saint players with cold eyes. They didn't have any friendship with Shen Zheng, but they felt that this guy had been trying to please them for the past few days, and it would be unjust to not stand up for him at such a critical moment.

And although they looked down upon this "Hundred Saints Heavenly Peak", after all, he was also a member of the Demon Empire and their compatriot. Seeing their compatriots being bullied by outsiders, if they sit back and ignore it, it will be like being slapped in the face and becoming silent.

"You have heard what I said clearly." The Saint player said proudly. "Your blind companion, if you also want to have a taste of this, I will be happy to accompany you!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and there was already a staff in his hand. There was mana flowing on it, and it seemed that it could release powerful attacks at any time.

The other Saint race players also summoned insect spirit weapons and drew patterns in the air, but their skills were obviously not as good as this person's.

"Brothers, they are too strong, let's forget it." Shen Zheng climbed up with difficulty and stopped in front of his teammates to dissuade them.

"Go away! You are an embarrassment to our demon clan!" When the teammates saw it, they couldn't help but get angry. One of them grabbed Shen Zheng, threw him aside, waved his hand to summon the insect spirit weapon, and sneered at each other.

"Boys from the Saint Tribe, do you think knowing some secret magic is enough? A true strong man is someone who uses weapons and guns to fight the enemy sword to sword, not a coward hiding behind the army to be protected! "

"Seeking death!" The strongest Saint race player roared angrily, and with a wave of the staff in his hand, a sharper claw shot out of the air and grabbed the Demon Race player.

The demon player roared and waved the sword in his hand to meet him, but was unable to match the power of the sharp claws. He was immediately knocked to the ground, with shocking bloody wounds on his back.

"Asshole, do you saints want to kill someone?" Someone immediately yelled and rushed towards them waving weapons.

"Everyone from the demon clan, come out! The saint clan has bullied us to this extent. Don't stand still. Go ahead and kill them!"

There was a roar.