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Fang Zhengzhi didn't know if he was awake or not awake. He only remembered that after being hit by Yan Xiu, he had a dream, a strange dream.
In the dream, where he first came was his pocket dimension.
Just that…
Unlike the pocket dimension he had seen before, this time there was a noticeable change in the pocket dimension. For example, the fruit on the Great Heaven Tree has become textured, and in that sea, it seems that there is still a glimmer of light. move.
Of course, the most conspicuous is the purple fruit on the big tree.
The crystal clear and demonic purple light emerged from the purple fruit, slowly, getting brighter and more glaring, and later, the whole pocket dimension turned purple.
The trees are reflected in purple, the leaves are also bathed in purple light, even the endless sea, with purple light flashing on the sea.
And as the purple light grows.
Fang Zhengzhi feels that a kind of hateful hatred breeds in his heart, and even he has an impulse to control himself. This kind of impulse makes his consciousness slowly blurred.
Later, after…
When he blinked again, he saw an Ancient City.
This is an ancient city made entirely of deep red rocks. Looking from a distance, it is like a behemoth bathed in blood.
On the roof of the Ancient City, two red characters were written.
Blood Shadow.
Fang Zhengzhi Of course knows where Blood Shadow City is. He is just a bit strange, why he dreams of such a place, because he has never been to.
Haven't been there, how can I see it in my dreams?
Alright
This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that he saw a sword.
It was a sword that had risen into the sky from the ground. From bottom to top, it seemed to be a sky-shattering Soaring Dragon, which traveled nine days away, with the earth-shattering dragon roar, enjoying the freedom from all bounds.
In the end, with a kind of arrogance against the world, look back at the ground.
And the name of this sword is called…
Dragon Turns Head !
……
The Purple Soaring Dragon rushing into the sky, with a lofty loneliness, snoring in the air, hovering, and finally, turned into a distorted purple light towards the demon race middle-aged man standing next to Wu Ji.
"DEATH!"
The icy sound echoed in the Purple Soaring Dragon.
The middle-aged man's gaze stared at the distorted purple light. Of course he knew that the sword was produced by Fang Zhengzhi. He knew that Fang Zhengzhi's realm was just the peak of Heavenly Reflection State.
Such a person makes such a sword.
Originally, he should not care.
However, in the moment when his gaze touched the distorted purple light, he had a deep fear, not because the twisted purple light contained the power to destroy the heavens and the earth.
BUT RATHER DO:
This twists the momentum in the purple light.
It is a kind of arrogance, a kind of arrogance standing at the peak, a kind of sword red dust, fast and high-song, but only a sword can degenerate the arrogance of the stars.
The sword in the middle hand of the middle-aged man was subconscious.
He couldn't feel the power of this sword, but he had a feeling of faintness. This sword is so strong that he has an impulse to avoid.
However, can he avoid it?
ABSOLUTELY NOT
Because he is the strong.
This is a kind of arrogance born in the heart, and it is also a kind of dignity born in the heart, especially when he stands behind him in a white dress.
The sword in his hand had a crack, which was the result of taking Yan Xiu's move, but he didn't care too much.
The explanation is straightforward.
He is a reincarnation, and reincarnation represents the strong.
So his sword was lifted, and the blade was also filled with purple light, like lightning, welcoming the distorted purple that fell towards him…
"Hong!"
The deafening sound of the huge collision sounded, two purple entangled in the air, tearing, and bursting out a burst of bright and high-pitched dragon roar.
Silent, weird silence.
The whole world is making a sound, that is, the high and high dragon roar, but in addition to this sound, there is no second sound.
This is not static, but it is more focused than static.
Nearly 50,000 Great Xia soldier's movements stopped, and they watched the two entangled purples quietly. The Southern Region soldiers surrounded by Trembling Ape Tribe and Wind Valley also stopped. Their All eyes are on, all looking at the two purple in the air.
The faces of the talented people are a little red because they have forgotten their breath.
The elites of the demon race are also somewhat red, they are strong, then they can naturally feel the power of these two purples.
The sword in the hands of Dragon Protection Squad is set in the air. In fact, they are all really elite with extremely strict training, but they still can't help but look at the two purples.
Nangong Hao , Bai Xing , Wu Ji , Yun Qingwu , Xing Qingsui ……Everyone's eyes are focused on the two entangled purples in the air without exception.
because……
They all have the same thought in their hearts.
A person at the peak of Heavenly Reflection State, how could it be possible to confront a sword with a Rebirth State, and, as it is now, a sword that is almost evenly matched.
"Booming…"
The dragon roar swelled, and the thunder suddenly sounded. Then, it was a heavy rain, a heavy rain like a bean, falling from the sky, with a cold cold, and frost near the winter.
The rainstorm fell on the ground, splashing dust, and after a while, it began to flush the bright red blood on the ground and merged into a small stream on the ground.
The battlefield seems to have become static at this moment.
Nearly 50,000 Great Xia soldier, and more than 100,000 Southern Region soldiers were still waiting in the same place, letting them hit the armor with heavy rain.
Some are cold.
However, they do not feel cold.
The talented people are also exposed to the icy rainstorm. If they were used to, they will find a comfortable tea house to hide from the rain, or find a restaurant to drink while singing, or the most secondary, will definitely release the field to highlight The strength of your own Heavenly Reflection State, and then stop the rain.
But now…
This scene did not happen.
All the talents, without exception, stood still in their place, letting the rain hit them on their faces, and followed their wet hair into their necks.
"Why is that?"
"How is it possible, will there be such a thing?"
Am I dreaming or what?
A few small voices rang in the torrential rain, breaking the dragon roar disappearing, leaving only the silence of the rain, in this quiet battlefield, it was particularly harsh.
Then, the still people began to have commotion.
The long spear in the hands of nearly 50,000 Great Xia Dynasty soldiers suddenly held up, and their faces showed an excited and excited expression at almost the same time.
The expressions of the more than 100,000 Southern Region soldiers are obviously stiff compared to the Great Xia soldier, because their hearts still contain the lingering shock.
Xing Qingsui's current expression is very complicated, but there is a faint surprise in the complex expression, a surprise to see the sun in the clouds.
The sword in the hands of Nangong Hao is now tightly held. It is a kind of dignity, but this dignity is obviously not from the opponent standing in front of him.
Instead, it comes from the heart.
“Fang Zhengzhi !”Bai Xing rarely yells another person's name when he is fighting against a person. However, at this moment, he clearly shouted out.
Moreover, it was so cold.
……
Fang Zhengzhi always has a feeling of dreaming. He thinks that the pocket dimension he sees after fainting must be a dream. The purple light filled with the pocket dimension should also be a dream.
As for the Blood Shadow Ancient City that appears in front of him, it is of course a dream.
It is precisely because he feels that all this is a dream, so he has not had too much internal fluctuations, except for the more inflated killing.
However, now…
He feels that this dream seems to be getting more and more real.
Because, he seems to have returned to the battlefield, he saw Yan Xiu, one is standing in front of him, his body flashing red light, and used, with his back facing his Yan Xiu.
In addition to Yan Xiu, there are two middle-aged men who are staring at themselves with their eyes wide open, and one of them has a sword full of blood.
Of course, everything he saw was covered with a purple color, 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 are also purple.
Fang Zhengzhi would like to ask, what happened? Are you fighting?
However, when he saw the blood in Yan Xiu's mouth and the red light on his body, he did not even ask this sentence because a kind of killing intention had occupied his heart.
Yan Xiu is injured?
Fang Zhengzhi probably thinks that he should be dreaming, but even if he is dreaming, he doesn't want to see Yan Xiu being beaten like this?
So he put his hand on the shoulder of Yan Xiu.
He didn't speak, but he knew that the killing in his heart was being passed to Yan Xiu's heart, and he could clearly feel that Yan Xiu's heart understood what he meant.
Of course, the same is true.
Yan Xiu slowly closed her eyes and sat down on the ground.
Fang Zhengzhi's gaze returned to the two middle-aged men in front of him. To be exact, he returned to the middle-aged man with blood in his hand.
"DEATH!"Fang Zhengzhi did not consider too much.
Anyway…
But it is just a dream.
Then, he did it. As for the move, he also didn't think too much, because he only has one trick in his heart, that is the sword he just saw.
That divides the Blood Shadow Ancient City into two, and still keeps a trace of the sword in Blood Shadow City.
Purple Soaring Dragon is rising.
It rushed into the sky and eventually turned into a distorted purple.
Fang Zhengzhi thinks this must be a dream, because he never thought that he could really make this sword, and the power of this sword would be so great.
The rainstorm began to come at this time.
The drops of the drops on his face seemed to have a slight coolness, but the purple in front of them was not washed away, but it was getting stronger and stronger.
The world has become purple, heavy rain, and purple.
Is this a dream?
A purple dream only?
……
ting!The sword in the middle-aged man's hand fell to the ground, or that it was no longer a sword, but a hilt without any blade.
As a strong person in Rebirth State.
The sword in his hand, even if there is a crack, will not be destroyed, because his Dao of Rebirth will protect the sword in his hand.
However, his sword was broken and broken into powder.
There is only one explanation, and his Dao of Rebirth is no longer able to protect his sword.
The middle-aged man’s eyes were a little lonely. It was a kind of helplessness. He didn’t understand what was going on in front of him. However, he knew that some facts could not be changed.
"young lord !"The middle-aged man looked back at Yun Qingwu, who was wearing a white dress on the cliffs of Wind Valley.
In the rainstorm, the skirt of Yun Qingwu white skirt was blown by the wind, some flying, but the rain was too big, so the skirt of the white skirt was full of more and more rain, so that the white skirt The skirt will no longer fly, but will fall straight on the ground.
The veil on the surface, because of the torrential rain, is tightly attached to the face, revealing a contour that can be felt even if it is invisible.
The middle-aged man wants to say something to Yun Qingwu.
However, he found that Yun Qingwu's eyes did not seem to look at him, but looked at a young man standing not far from him.
The middle-aged man suddenly understood something. He seemed to have inadvertently felt the thoughts of Yun Qingwu's heart. This feeling came from the veil of Yun Qingwu's face flushed by the rain and tightly attached to his face.
Because, as if he was under the veil, he saw a joy.
That's right, yes.
It is joy.
The middle-aged man did not know where this joy came from, but he faintly felt that this joy may have something to do with the youth in front of him.
Is it because there is no death?
Still because…
His strong?
The middle-aged man did not look at Yun Qingwu again, but looked at Fang Zhengzhi in front of him because he felt that he should do something.
"Can you tell me the name of this sword?"The middle-aged man looked at Fang Zhengzhi and stared at the eyes filled with demonic purple light.
By nameFang Zhengzhi I don't know why people who have seen in dreams have such strange problems. He thinks that since you are just a passer in your dreams, then I don't know Dao's things.
He has some disdain to answer.
However, when he heard the middle-aged man's problem and flashed the sword in his mind, he suddenly had an urge to say the name.
Maybe
It was a dusty memory.
Or perhaps, this memory wants to let people know his existence.
I don't know what the reason is. In short, Fang Zhengzhi finally answered the middle-aged man's question, and the answer was very simple and straightforward.
"This sword is called…Dragon Turns Head ! ”
(Recommended to the readers of the League of Legends, a book titled "The Legend of the League of Legends of the League of Legends", you can go and see, um, the author itself is still a bit of strength, the level of the extraordinary master, of course, and I still have a very Big gap!)(To be continued~^~)
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