Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

In general, Zhao Zhao will quit the platform after his failure, but today he doesn't want to go, he wants to see how long Luo Zheng can last.

The waves of meta-magnetic polar light are constantly pouring in, and the number is constantly increasing, while Luo Zheng still uses a slow speed, sword after sword to slash those meta-magnetic polar light.

Wave 25…

Wave 30…

Wave 40…

Fiftieth wave…

At this moment, whenever those yuan-magnetic polar light rushed towards Luo Zheng, it was a huge piece of hula. When he saw those yuan-magnetic polar light, Zhao Zhao Zhao felt numb in the scalp, but Luo Zheng could still handle it. Zhao Zhao couldn't help but wonder if there was no limit to this kid!

By the time of the sixtieth wave, Luo Zheng finally felt a little harder.

“This yuan magnetic polar light is only sensitive to the sword intent, even if he holds the fairy, with the sword of the long sword flowing light, the cutting speed is not fast enough,” Luo Zheng frowned, that is, Luo Zheng's understanding of the sword intent has not yet reached the level he wanted.

The sword, the head of all soldiers, cuts all living things in the world with a sharp sword.

Whether it is the basic sword method, or all kinds of powerful swords in brilliant and diverse positions, they rely not on brute force, but on the sword to provoke and produce sharp cutting power.

“How should this sword be improved? ”

After feeling the pressure, Rosen finally began to wonder.

“Break it, break it! ”

Luo Zheng cut out a sword and instantly chopped off three yuan magnetic polar light, but more yuan magnetic polar light came towards Luo Zheng in the distance.

Zhao Zhao looked at the yuan-magnetic polar light, his heart was hidden, and it seemed that Luo Zheng was also a little unsupported. This yuan-magnetic polar light was really too much, but the first time he came in, he resisted 60 waves later, and his own strength was only twofold. This strength can be said to be no one before, no one after, Qingyun Zongxiang has never been able to find a second person!

Zhao Zhao was born into a sergeant and his eyes were not wide, but he made such a determination in his heart! He finds it difficult to create this record even if he is a brilliant genius.

Under Luo Zheng, the 61st wave also succeeded, but one of the former magnetic polar light almost hit the crystal ball. Zhao Zhaobao judged that the next wave of the crystal ball of Luo Zheng feared a crack, according to this momentum, Luo Zheng should not be able to resist the 63rd wave...

With this grade, enough satisfied, Zhao Zhao sat beside him, so he thought.

Who knew Rosen, just after the end of the sixty-first wave, suddenly plugged his glittering sword into the ground, closed his eyes and pondered!

“What does he want?” Zhao Zhaoman looked at Luo Zheng's behavior curiously.

Without moving, Rosen placed her hands on her knees, seemed not to be running the true element, conditioning her body, but thinking.

“Thinking at a time like this?” Zhao Zhaotong was speechless...

This RMG polar light does not have a long interval between each wave, nor does it give Luo Xuan much time to think, not long ago, those dense and numb RMG polar light flew over again.

“Hey, the magnetic polarity is coming. Don't you get up and deal with it?” Zhao Zhao shouted to Luo, "There are no cracks in Luo Zheng's crystal ball. It would be a shame if he gave up like this. Zhao Zhao just wanted to see how long Luo Zheng can survive.

But after Zhao Zhao shouted, Luo Zheng did not move. As if Zhao Zhao's voice had not been heard at all, the whole person was like an old monk.

“Three magnetic polar lights will smash, and you won't have a chance if you don't move!” Zhao Zhao was in a bit of a hurry when he looked at the rolling Yuan Magnetic Polar Light. It was too late to wait for those Yuan Magnetic Polar Lights to come and try to cope.

Zhao Zhao could only rush next to Yuan Magnetic Polar Light, which was getting closer and closer. Zhao Zhao Zhao only sighed after those Yuan Magnetic Polar Lights were less than a foot away from Luo Zheng's crystal ball. "That's it, you can achieve so much, and you are already arrogant in Qingyun Sect. Ask Qingyun Sect if that disciple can achieve so much? He has proven his abilities and it is not too late to challenge him again! ”

But just at this moment, sitting in the same place, Luo Qing suddenly opened his eyes.

For some reason, Zhao Zhao saw Luo Zheng's eyes, and it seemed that some kind of momentum had changed. His eyes had become more sharp, striking people directly!

At this time, those magnetic polar lights are close to the crystal ball!

Luo Zheng reached out and grabbed the handle of the long sword and slashed it towards the nearest metamagnetic polar light to the crystal ball.

“Shh!”

When the meta-magnetic polar light touches Rosen's sword, it is instantly disintegrated by the sword!

Previously, Yuan Magnetic Polar Light came into contact with the sword of Luo Zheng, only to be cut open by the sword of Luo Zheng, then slowly crumbled. But now, Luo Zheng's sword is like the stars of the Yuan Magnetic Polar Light, if the Yuan Magnetic Polar Light is a flame, then Luo Zheng's sword is cold water, this basin of cold water is thrown on the flame, instantly will be extinguished.

“Shh, shh! ”

More and more swordmen have been cut out of Luo Zheng's long sword, and each sword has extinguished one yuan-magnetic polar light.

Without letting go, 61 yuan of magnetic polar light was slaughtered clean by Luosheng's swordman.

This sixty-first wave actually consumes more than half as much time as the sixtieth wave.

“Ah...” Zhao Zhao Zhao, where would he have thought that Luo Zheng had played a seat in place, this horrible change would have occurred. His whole face showed a stagnant expression. Is this Luo Zheng still human? No, no, he can't even count cattle. This is already perverted...

At this moment, it seems as if the use of perverts can no longer be described as synonymous. This guy is a perverted animal...

Rosen's face also revealed a smile of joy.

Previously, Luo Zheng's sword intent actually stayed in a very basic state. In fact, he really understood the sword intent. He was not even as good as Zhao Zhao. After all, he did not focus on swords over the years.

However, just after a moment of contemplation, he felt that his understanding of the sword's meaning had increased by a few points.

With his understanding of swordsmanship, and the strength of Rosen himself, this is easier for these meta-magnetic polar lights.

“At this eight-level difficulty, how many waves of magnetic polar light will end up! ”

Now that there are eight levels of difficulty, Luo Zheng is also aware that the wave number is limited, it cannot increase indefinitely. If it increases indefinitely, not only can those polar spirit stones on this seven-star sword lighthouse not be supported, but also these people who participated in the cultivation can not be held up. Even those who are strong in the divine realm, how can they withstand 1,000 yuan of magnetic polar light?

“Seventy waves! Kill!”

“Eighty waves! ”

“Wave 90! ”

“One hundred waves! ”

After surviving the 100th wave, Luo Zheng finally stopped moving on the platform.

“Huh? Is the 100th wave the limit?” Rozon asked strangely.

Zhao Zhao nodded forcefully next to him. He had become accustomed to Luo Zheng's perverted expression. In a slightly trembling tone, he said: “The limit of level 8 difficulty is a hundred waves, but there are few people who have really passed a hundred waves...”

Whoever cultivates it will sharpen his sword to the maximum.

Just like Zhao Zhao felt that Grade 8 difficulty was best suited to sharpen his sword intentions, so he would stay in Grade 8 difficulty all the time. If he was able to survive here until after 45 waves, he felt that the metamagnetic polar light under Grade 8 difficulty had lost its effect on himself, he would choose the next difficulty.

At this moment, the deacon at the door suddenly heard a noise in the rear platforms.

“This voice is... Someone broke it? ”

The deacon is somewhat curious, and generally few people are so obsessed that even those who are innate and satisfied are able to break a certain difficulty, but generally do not do this labour-intensive thing, and they choose higher difficulty to challenge.

The deacon picked up the array and found that the illusion array under the eighth level of difficulty had been broken. In my memory, there seemed to be only two people who chose the eighth level of difficulty today, one named Zhao Zhao, the other named Luo Zheng's external disciple.

Zhao Zhao often practiced at the Seven-Star Sword Light Station. The deacon was well aware of Zhao Zhao's strength, and could only survive more than two dozen waves of yuan magnetic polar light, impossible to break a hundred.

That's not the sign, is it? The butler suddenly opened his eyes!