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But none of them dared to come within a kilometer of him.

Zhou Hao looked at the snowflakes falling all over the sky, suddenly flipped his hands over, held a saber, and used the saber technique on his own.

Since possessing the Psychic Weapon, he seldom uses it, and his sword skills are even more useless.

But tonight he especially wanted to practice sword skills.

Brush brush.

As the footsteps move, the knife technique is sometimes as sharp as metal, sometimes as hot as a flame, and sometimes as continuous as a spray of water...

Simultaneously.

Phantoms began to appear throughout the street.

If you look carefully, you can see that there are a large number of Zhou Hao densely appearing on the street at this time, a total of several thousand.

These phantom movements are exactly the same.

a time.

In the world of snow covered by silver light, the light of the knife is as bright as day.

Clusters of snowflakes were falling at a slower speed, as if in a slow motion picture, and in the picture, only the speed of the knife light was getting faster and faster.

Chi Chi Chi.

Zhou Hao's knife skills were very rough, just like children playing, and there were even sounds of metal smashing into the air, but when these thousands of sounds gathered together, it was like rushing and pouring water waves. It's like the clang of metal colliding, and suddenly it's burning like a raging fire. When you listen carefully, it's silent like a tender seedling sprouting out of the ground.

Disparate voices are constantly overlapping, and the waves seem to vibrate.

Snowflakes fell more slowly from the sky.

It almost came to a standstill by the end.

Whoosh.

Sudden.

Zhou Hao stopped moving, and thousands of phantom bodies suddenly shrank and gathered into one.

He raised his head and looked at the snowflakes in the sky again, with a knowing smile on his face.

The sword in his hand disappeared.

He turned around and walked straight away.

The slow snowflakes that seemed to stop in mid-air fell down, but when they fell on the street weeds, they piled up in the shape of waves.

If there is an immortal who practices the secret law of the original law of time "Thousand Waves" next to him, he will recognize that this is the influence that can only be caused by the second layer of the secret law Thousand Waves.

However, it is difficult to study the original law of time, and it is difficult to ascend to the sky.

Five or six years of practicing the original law of time, on this Lantern Festival, a day full of snowflakes.

Zhou Haocai finally broke through to Jiuchongbo like an epiphany.

Chapter 090 The Peak Genius Battle Begins

Spring in March.

By the West Lake, thousands of willows hang down.

The warm wind from the rippling water blows in.

Sitting on the roof of the castle, looking at the spring scenery of the lake, it has a special flavor.

Zhou Hao was lazily leaning on the recliner, the tea just brewed on the wooden table next to him, wisps of hot air

Ascending, the fragrance of tea overflows.

Since the last snowy night breakthrough, he has been leisurely.

Whether it is the original law of space or the original law of time, his perception has entered a deeper level, and it is almost difficult to rely on penance to improve in a short period of time.

So in addition to regularly signing in to practice every day, his human body occasionally takes an hour or two to relax and enjoy the beautiful scenery.

Such a leisurely state of cultivation makes Lei Shen, Hong, and Luo Feng who come to gather every time to be envious. Before, they complained that Zhou Hao practiced too much, but now they are busier than Zhou Hao.

Especially since entering March.

The number of geniuses in the killing fields of the virtual universe has skyrocketed, the number of stars in the field has skyrocketed, and masters with many victories in the final battle space have emerged one after another.

In such a situation, there is no doubt that the day when the genius war will start is coming soon.

Hong Luofeng, Leishen and the others worked even harder in their cultivation, hoping to make a name for themselves in this grand cosmic event that occurs every ten thousand years.

at dusk.

The afterglow of the setting sun at dusk casts a golden layer over the entire West Lake.

Whizzing.

Several streamers of light streaked across the sky and landed on the rooftop.

Zhou Hao said without raising his eyelids: "It's too late for you guys to come, the tea is already cold."

talking room.