Huh!

The sea is surging, the waves are still not set, and the waves cannot stop rolling.

All the experts from the Special Affairs Bureau swept everywhere were a little confused. Even if it was Baihu, a master like Su Jie could not calm down.

Compared to this shocking sword, they were even more shocked by the identity of this young man in purple robe.

King Quan Sword?!

No one would think he was lying. Not to mention his appearance that was seventy-sixth-minute similar to Mr. An, there was no second place in Xuanxing just because of this extremely familiar sword light.

But, how is this possible?

A sword not only has a human form, but also can speak human words?

Have you become a sperm?

Even though there have been many incredible things that have been experienced during this period, everyone is still a little confused.

"Roar~"

A dull roar came from under the sea, painful and unwilling.

"Are you not dead?"

Wang Quanjian glared.

Although I cannot exert much power due to the material limitation, the demigod is almost dead and can still block his sword energy?

He wanted to kill another sword, but suddenly his body shook, as if he felt something, and put down his palm:

"It's useless if you don't die."

After saying that, he fell from the air, and the purple light broke through the wind and waves and landed on the deck of a cruise ship.

"You, you..."

Several experts from the special affairs bureau took a step back with a look of fear.

Wang Quanjian glanced at everyone on the boat, raised his eyebrows, and seemed to have a little envious: "It's all humans."

"The King's Sword?"

Xu Hongyun got up from the deck and stared at Wang Quanjian with a very hot look: "Are you Mr. An's Wang Quanjian?"

The other masters of the Special Affairs Bureau were very afraid, and they could even be said to be frightened, but Xu Hongyun was different. He stared at Wang Quanjian, and the heat in his eyes was almost flowing out.

A sword that turned into a human form was even more bizarre than the illusory flying sword in the legend.

"Um."

Wang Quanjian snorted, and he agreed.

After returning from his dream, An Qisheng naturally began to try the newly obtained Taoist magical power "creation", but Taoist magical power was extremely complex.

Even An Qisheng would not be able to enter in a short period of time. All he could enlighten was the only King Quan Sword, which had long been born with a strong spirituality and would not have any resistance.

Huh ~

Taoist Juechen jumped onto the deck, and his tall body trembled a little, although the mysterious man seemed to be unable to use the art of fighting in the hands and feet.

But the absolute power gap still caused him a lot of damage.

"Old Xue!"

Xu Hongyun exclaimed, but the one who Taoist Juechen was holding was Xue Zheng.

"He has no injuries, but he can't wake up."

Taoist Juechen glanced at Wang Quanjian with a complicated expression, and his heart was shocked.

The sword fell from the sky, and it was a huge momentum. It cut off the island and the sea with one sword, but Xue Zheng, who was under the sword's edge, was not injured at all.

This kind of control is more than just incredible?

"The old man won't have any trouble."

Wang Quanjian's brows moved, but his attitude towards Xue Zheng was very different. He had already arrived in front of Juechen Taoist.

A slender finger fell down and pointed it on Xue Zheng's eyebrows:

"The old man is alert and enters the dream. When I kill the traces of the monster, the old man will naturally return."

Taoist Juechen frowned.

The King Quanjian took a casual step and calmly fell his fingers. His posture and aura were very similar to An Qisheng, and this was not a deliberate imitation.

This is truly gaining the same root and the same origin.

Huh ~

Not long after a finger fell, Wang Quanjian withdrew his palm, sensed it slightly, and said, "The old man's body is in deficit, that monster deserves to die!"

He suddenly felt angry, and a sharp and cold aura seemed to blow through the sea like a cold current, and the figures of the people on the deck were stiff.

Fortunately, the anger stopped immediately, otherwise everyone present would suspect that they would collapse on the ground.

“Hard work.”

Taoist Juechen nodded and handed Xue Zheng over to a few experts from the special affairs bureau who came up to take a rest.

Then he looked at Wang Quanjian again and sighed slightly:

"Young Master An still has the intention..."

At this time, Taoist Juechen suddenly felt a sense of secretness in his heart, and he truly felt the change.

The ignorant young friend once reached a state that he could not reach.

Across the ocean, have you expected what will happen?

He rarely suffered setbacks in his life, but at this moment he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and then he realized that he was being shaken.

"This monster is not dead yet."

Xu Hongyun explored Xue Zheng's pulse, breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the cabin, looking at the island that could be seen in the rolling waves, gritting his teeth:

"We have to destroy this island before we can kill him!"

Taoist Juechen did not reply, but glanced at Wang Quanjian, but the latter shook his head: "Master let him live, let him live."

"this......"

At this time, Mr. Di also got on the boat and walked forward with a smile, wanting to say something.

Wang Quanjian ignored him and nodded to Taoist Juechen, and had once again turned into a ray of light and disappeared into the sea.

He has not been able to withstand his own carrier and cannot exist in the world forever.

I stayed for Xue Zheng for a little while. After that, he was too lazy to stay.

Mr. Di's hand froze in the air, but he was not embarrassed. He coughed lightly and held Taoist Juechen's palm: "Thank you for helping Taoist priest, otherwise we will suffer heavy losses this time."

"Captain Di, don't be polite."

Taoist Juechen was embarrassed to slap his palm open, and his attitude was not very good: "It's just that when I go back this time, I suggest you think carefully. Let's talk about the reasons why the group was almost destroyed this time!"

After saying that, Taoist Juechen ignored him, shook his sleeves and walked towards the cabin.

He was very injured in this battle. Although God's body was strong, he could not bear it. He had no time to argue with these politicians.

"Ahem~"

Mr. Di's old face was a little uneasy, and he coughed a few times before looking at Baihu: "Captain White Tiger, this matter..."

"Mr. Di will do this matter yourself."

Baihu looked cold and turned over and fell into the sea, responding to several special forces members who were supporting Chu Fan.

“……”

Now, Mr. Di's face was a little unhurried, and his chest was undulating several times. He hesitated for a moment and did not call Su Jie, who had just rolled onto the boat. Instead, he called Yinglong: "Yinglong, take out other actions..."

"yes."

With authority, Yinglong naturally would not refuse his request and silently used it as a step to let him down.

"Wang Quan Sword..."

Su Jie glanced at Mr. Di, who looked strange, and held the crystal ball he had found, but he couldn't help but recall the young man in purple robe who claimed to be "Rong Quan Sword".

Is this a monster?

......

Click ~

Thunder exploded.

There is very little thunder in winter, but since the turmoil in the battle three years ago, various abnormal weather has come one after another.

Thunderstorms in winter and snow in June have appeared in various cities more than once, and many people have long been accustomed to it.

“Ah~”

Lin Peng irritably patted the keyboard, threw away the mouse, and lost again.

"It's getting harder to get all the people together. This bastard, mouse, can't see people at all now."

Lin Peng felt a little irritated. He had a group of regular friends who were playing tricks, but as one of them became a "dreamer", it changed.

The Dream Game, which emerged from nowhere, has become the most popular game in the world, no doubt about it.

Even if the number of dreamers is insignificant relative to the number of gamers, it cannot affect the gamers' praise or pursuit of this game.

A game that is 100% real, does not take up working hours, and can even bring back supernatural powers. For the long-term player group of Ku Daxuan Games, how much temptation is, it is simply beyond ordinary people's imagination.

This can be seen from the "Dream Entry Training Class" that sprouted like mushrooms after a rain across the country.

"Fuck! I won't play anymore, I won't play anymore!"

The few people who played the role together were disappointed. They were not familiar with each other, so cooperation became a problem and they were no longer fun for a while.

"Pengzi, are you still playing?"

In the game, a friend asked.

"Forget it, I'm bored to play, I won't play anymore. Let's just do it today."

Lin Peng closed the game and wandered around aimlessly.

[Guess! Another identity of the God of the World, he actually is...]

【I didn't expect that the God of the World would actually..., he was hiding too deeply...】

[Worshiping the God of the World, not failing the exam...]

[Confession post! Without saying much, monkey, you can understand everything!]

【Data analysis of Truman’s number one in the field......】

......

When you open various forums, you can see posts like this. You can open them at will. They are all title parties, randomly pieced together and have no basis.

"Is this the gods enthroned?"

Lin Peng shook his head.

Mr. An, who killed the Destruction Giant Snake three years ago, is undoubtedly the world's number one "Internet celebrity". His popularity has remained high for three years.

It's not just Daxuan, but on a global scale.

This is normal. Nowadays, there are a large number of believers who rely on fooling around, not to mention that this is really a world-wide saint.

Only this one is still alive, otherwise he would have been dragged into the "Tenk of Gods" by various sects.

In fact, this person now works part-time online, including but not limited to the "God of Wealth", "My Moon Master", and "Sending Children".

This is a 'Dream Entry Forum', where many dreamers are sharing various things.

Or record your dream journey, or share interesting customs and cultures, or even some snacks that are not available in the real world.

More of it is the interpretation of dreams, how to join the king's way at the beginning, practice advanced martial arts at the beginning, etc.

Of course, there are also various organizations that don’t know the true or false, and Lin Peng is jealous of the conditions offered.

Unfortunately, he is not a dreamer.

"Share so much, do you tell me how to play this game?"

After seeing the advertisement that popped up, Lin Peng looked speechless: "This forum is too bad, why are there any advertisements popping up? ...

Damn, you're poisoned? Why can't you get rid of it?!"

etc.....

After looking at the plug on his hand and looking at the still lit screen, Lin Peng's scalp felt a little numb.

This is OK?!
Chapter completed!