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Fang Zhengzheng didn't know whether he was awake or not. He only remembered that he had a dream after being hit by Yan Xiu, a somewhat strange dream. ≧≥
In the dream, the first place he came to was his little world.
only…
Different from the small world he saw before, there are obviously some changes in the small world this time. For example, the fruits on the big tree in the sky have become textured, and there seems to be some light shining faintly in the sea. move.
Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the purple fruit on the big tree.
The crystal clear and enchanting purple light emitted from the purple fruit. Slowly, it began to get brighter and brighter, and became more and more dazzling. Finally, it turned the entire small world into purple.
The trees were reflected purple, and the leaves were also bathed in purple light. Even the endless sea had purple light shining on the sea.
And as the purple light becomes more and more abundant.
Fang Zhengzheng felt a kind of killing hatred growing in his heart, and he even had an impulse that he couldn't control himself. This impulse made his consciousness slowly become blurred.
Later...
When he opened his eyes again, he saw an ancient city.
This is an ancient city made entirely of crimson rocks. From a distance, it looks like a giant beast bathed in blood.
On the tower of the ancient city, there are two large red characters written on it.
Blood shadow.
Of course Fang Zhengzheng knew where Blood Shadow City was. He was just a little surprised as to why he would dream of such a place, because he had never been there.
How can I see it in my dream if I have never been there
All right…
This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that he saw a sword.
It was a sword that rose from the ground to the sky. From bottom to top, it was like a soaring dragon that soared into the sky and traveled nine days away. With its earth-shattering dragon roar, it enjoyed the freedom from all constraints.
Finally, with a kind of arrogance that dominates the world, he returns to the ground.
And the name of this sword is...
Dragon returns!
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The purple soaring dragon that rushed into the sky, with a kind of aloof loneliness, traveled and hovered in the air, and finally turned into a twisted purple light and fell towards the head of the middle-aged demon man who was standing next to the halberd.
"kill!"
The cold and biting voice echoed in the purple dragon.
The middle-aged man's eyes were fixed on the twisted purple light. Of course he knew that this sword was wielded by Fang Zhengzheng. He also knew that Fang Zhengzheng's realm was only at the peak of Amaterasu realm.
Such a person wields such a sword.
Originally, he probably didn't care.
However, the moment his eyes touched the twisted purple light, he felt a deep sense of fear, not because this twisted purple light contained the power to destroy the world.
But...
The momentum in this twisted purple light.
It is a kind of arrogance, an arrogance of standing at the top, an arrogance of wielding a sword in the world, singing happily, but only one sword can cut down the stars.
The sword in the middle-aged man's hand subconsciously tightened.
He couldn't feel the power of this sword, but he had a vague feeling that this sword was very strong, so strong that he had the urge to avoid it.
But, can he avoid it
cannot!
Because he is the strong one.
This is a kind of arrogance born in the heart, and it is also a kind of dignity born in the heart, especially when there is a figure in plain clothes and white skirt standing behind him.
The sword in his hand already had a crack, which was the result of receiving Yan Xiu's move, but he didn't care too much.
the reason is simple.
He is reincarnation, and reincarnation represents the strong.
So, he raised his sword, and the blade was also filled with purple light, like lightning, facing the twisted purple light falling towards him...
"boom!"
A huge, deafening collision sounded, and two purple rays entangled and tore in the air, emitting waves of clear and high-pitched dragon roars.
Silence, eerie silence.
The whole world is emitting one sound, that is, the noble and high-pitched roar of the dragon. However, apart from this sound, there is no second sound.
This is not silence, but it is more focused than silence.
The movements in the hands of nearly 50,000 Great Xia sergeants stopped, and each of them looked at the two entangled purples quietly. The soldiers from the Southern Territory who were surrounded by the Han Yuan Tribe and Fenggu also stopped, and their gazes Without exception, everyone focused on the two purple streaks in the sky.
The talented people's faces were a little red because they had forgotten to breathe.
The faces of the demon elites were also a little red. They were all strong men, so they could naturally feel the powerful power contained in these two purples.
The swords in the hands of the dragon guards were fixed in the air. In fact, they were all real elites who had received extremely strict training, but they still couldn't help but look at the two purple streaks.
Nangong Hao, Worshiping Stars, Wuji, Yun Qingwu, Xing Qingsui... everyone's eyes were focused on the two entangled purple streaks in the sky without exception.
because…
They all have the same idea in their hearts.
How could a person at the pinnacle of the Amaterasu realm possibly have a sword duel with a person at the Samsara realm? Moreover, the sword fight was almost evenly matched like now.
"Rumble..."
The dragon's roar gradually subsided, but the thunder suddenly sounded, and then came the heavy rain, as big as beans, suddenly falling from the sky, bringing with it the freezing cold and the frost that was approaching winter.
The heavy rain fell on the ground, splashing little drops of dust. After a while, it began to wash away the bright red blood on the ground, forming small streams on the ground.
The battlefield seemed to become static at this moment.
Nearly 50,000 Daxia sergeants and more than 100,000 soldiers from the Southern Territory were waiting in place motionless, letting the heavy rain beat on their armor.
Somewhat cold.
However, they could not feel the coldness.
The talented people were also drenched in the freezing rain. If it were the past, they would have found a comfortable teahouse to hide from the rain, or a restaurant to have a drink while singing, or the most inferior, they would have released their domain to show off. With the strength of his Amaterasu realm, he can also block the rain.
But now...
Such a scene did not happen.
All the talented people, without exception, stood still, letting the heavy rain hit their faces and flow down their wet heads and into their necks.
"Why is this happening?"
"How is it possible that such a thing could happen?"
"Am I dreaming?"
Several small voices sounded in the heavy rain, breaking the silence where the dragon's roar disappeared, leaving only the sound of the rainstorm, which seemed particularly harsh in this silent battlefield.
And then, the still crowd began to have excitement.
The spears in the hands of nearly 50,000 soldiers of the Great Xia Dynasty were suddenly raised high, and an expression of excitement and excitement appeared on their faces almost at the same time.
The expressions of the more than 100,000 Southern Territory soldiers were obviously a little stiffer than those of the Daxia sergeants, because the lingering shock was still lingering in their hearts.
Xing Qingsui's current expression is very complicated, but there is a kind of surprise in that complicated expression, a kind of surprise of seeing sunshine in the clouds and mist.
The sword in Nangong Hao's hand is now a little tight, with a kind of solemnity, but this solemnity obviously does not come from the opponent standing in front of him.
Rather, it comes from within.
"Fang Zhengzheng!" Baixing rarely calls out another person's name when fighting against him, but at this moment, he shouted it out clearly.
Moreover, he shouted so coldly.
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Fang Zhengzheng had always felt like he was dreaming. He felt that the small world he saw after he fainted must be a dream, and the purple light that filled the small world must also be a dream.
As for the ancient city of blood shadow that appeared in front of him, it was of course also a dream.
Precisely because he felt that all this was a dream, he never had much inner fluctuations, except for the ever-increasing murderous intention.
But now...
But he felt that this dream seemed to be becoming more and more real.
Because, he seemed to have returned to the battlefield again, and he saw Yan Xiu, a Yan Xiu standing in front of him, with a red light flashing on his body, and Yan Xiu with his back facing him.
In addition to Yan Xiu, there were two middle-aged men staring at him with wide eyes, and among them, the sword in the hand of one man was stained with blood.
Of course, everything he saw was covered in a kind of purple, such as the blood on the ground. He could feel that it was red blood, but in his eyes, it was purple.
Similarly, the faces of the two middle-aged men standing in front of him were also purple.
Fang Zhengzheng really wanted to ask, what's wrong? Are you fighting
However, when he saw the blood in Yan Xiu's mouth and the red light on his body, he still did not ask this question because a monstrous murderous intention had already occupied his heart.
Yan Xiu was injured
Fang Zhengzheng probably felt that he was dreaming, but even if he was dreaming, he didn't really want to see Yan Xiu being beaten like this, right
So, he put his hand on Yan Xiu's shoulder.
He did not speak, but he knew that the murderous intention in his heart was being transmitted to Yan Xiu's heart, and he could clearly feel that Yan Xiu understood what he meant.
Of course, this is also true.
Yan Xiu slowly closed his eyes and sat on the ground.
Fang Zhengzheng's eyes returned to the two middle-aged men in front of him again, or to be precise, back to the middle-aged man whose sword was stained with blood.
"Kill!" Fang Zhengzheng didn't think too much.
Anyway…
It's just a dream.
And then, he did it. As for the moves, he didn't think too much about it, because he only had one move in mind right now, and that was the sword he just saw.
The sword that split the ancient city of Blood Shadow into two parts still leaves traces in the Blood Shadow City to this day.
The purple dragon rose.
Rushing into the sky, it finally turned into a twisted purple.
Fang Zhengzheng felt that this must be a dream, because he never thought that he could actually use this sword, and that the power of this sword would be so huge.
Heavy rain began to fall at this time.
The drops fell on his face, which seemed to give him a slight chill. However, the purple in front of his eyes was not washed away, but became more and more intense.
The world turned purple, and the heavy rain also turned purple.
Is this a dream
A dream with only purple
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"Ding!" The sword in the middle-aged man's hand fell to the ground. In other words, it was no longer a sword, but just a hilt without any blade.
As a strong man in the reincarnation realm.
Even if there is a crack in the sword in his hand, it will not be destroyed because his reincarnation will protect the sword in his hand.
However, his sword broke and turned into powder.
There is only one explanation. His way of reincarnation can no longer protect his sword.
The middle-aged man's eyes were a little lonely, a kind of silence full of helplessness. He didn't understand what was happening in front of him, but he knew that some facts could not be changed.
"Young Master!" The middle-aged man looked back at Yun Qingwu, who was wearing plain clothes and a white skirt on the cliff of Fenggu.
During the heavy rain, the skirt corners of Yun Qingwu's white skirt were blown up by the wind, and some were flying. However, the rain was so heavy that more and more rainwater accumulated on the skirt corners of the white skirt. In this way, the white skirt The corners of her skirt no longer flew, but fell straight to the ground.
The veil on her face, washed by the heavy rain, clung tightly to her face, revealing a silhouette that even if she couldn't see it, could definitely feel its beauty.
The middle-aged man wanted to say something to Yun Qingwu.
However, he discovered that Yun Qingwu's eyes did not seem to be looking at him, but at a young man standing not far in front of him.
The middle-aged man suddenly understood something. He seemed to have inadvertently felt what Yun Qingwu was thinking. This feeling came from the veil on Yun Qingwu's face that was washed away by the heavy rain and stuck tightly to her face.
Because, he seemed to see a kind of joy under the veil.
That’s right…
It is joy.
The middle-aged man didn't know where this joy came from, but he vaguely felt that this joy might have something to do with the young man in front of him.
Is it because he didn't die
Or because...
Is he strong
The middle-aged man no longer looked at Yun Qingwu, but looked at Fang Zhengyi in front of him, because he felt that he should do something.
"Can you tell me the name of the sword just now?" The middle-aged man looked at Fang Zhengyi, staring closely at the eyes filled with strange purple light.
"Name?" Fang Zhengzheng didn't know why people he met in dreams would have such strange questions. He felt that since you are just a passerby in the dream, don't you know what I know
He didn't bother to answer.
However, when he heard the middle-aged man's question and the sword flashed through his mind, he suddenly felt the urge to say the name.
perhaps…
That is a dusty memory.
Or maybe, this memory wants to make his presence known.
I don't know what the reason was, but in short, Fang Zhengzheng finally answered the middle-aged man's question, and his answer was very simple and straightforward.
"This sword is called... Long Hui!"
(I recommend a book "League of Legends: Legend of the Throne" to readers who play League of Legends. If you like it, you can read it. Well, the author himself is quite capable, at the level of Master Fan. Of course, he and I still have a long relationship. Big gap!) (To be continued.) 8