Chapter 169: Life and Death Fight in Dreams (Part 1)
The red sun is setting in the west, the village is filled with smoke, and a piece of gray sand is flying in the sky, and everything is hazy.
Peng!
The two figures fighting together fell from the sky almost at the same time, throwing up dust on the ground.
"Cough, cough cough..."
This fall was really not light. Ning Yan's limbs were numb and numb, and he couldn't lift up any strength. He stood up in embarrassment, glanced around briefly, and immediately froze on the spot.
The scene of the ferry had disappeared without a trace, and the world in front of him was neatly divided into two. On one side was the scene of Mingzhou that he was familiar with, and on the other side was a desolate and dilapidated mountain village. These two places with completely different styles are
It seems to be forcibly pieced together, which looks weird and weird.
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Ning Yan looked at the deserted Mingzhou City in surprise, and suddenly seemed to remember something. He quickly took out the brocade box from his arms, opened it and saw that it turned out to be a stone egg.
Oops, here we go again...
"How did you come up with the idea of using the contents of the box to distinguish reality from reality?"
Sikong Jian was also beaten to pieces, half paralyzed by the dry well at the entrance of the village, gasping for air in an imageless manner.
Ning Yan put away the brocade box, pouted and said, "I learned it from opera."
"It's true that I am ignorant. May I ask what kind of show it is?"
"Inception."
"Stealing... stealing what?"
"It's composed by a small theater troupe from overseas, so don't mention it."
"Bo Lai's opera..." Sikong Jian chewed these words repeatedly, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the rough gravel beside the well.
He slowly raised his head, looking past Ning Yan and looking back. In front of him, the bustling Mingzhou City seemed to be so close that he could touch it if he stretched out his hand.
Sikong Jian was fascinated, and the expression on his face changed subtly. However, after pondering for a long time, he finally just sighed with relief: "I really want to... go see it with my own eyes."
Ning Yan shook his head and said: "Don't think about it, I won't give you a chance."
Sikong Jian raised his eyebrows slightly and then smiled.
"Same."
The two looked at each other from a distance, and an invisible boundary separated their respective worlds.
The distinction between Jing and Wei is clear.
After a simple rest, the two of them have now regained some strength, which also marks the end of the intermission, and a new round of fighting is about to begin, until the death.
Ning Yan moved his hands and feet. The strange thing was that he was completely unaware of the flow of Qi in his body, and even his physical strength was suppressed to the level of ordinary people.
However, he believed that Sikong Jian was the same, otherwise he would have been killed by the other party with thunderous means, and he would not have the leisure to talk nonsense with him.
"Wouldn't you like to introduce the situation here?"
Sikong Jian was not annoyed by Ning Yan's uncle-like attitude, and said slowly: "My Dharma form is called Xuanmeng Manduo. It has begun to take on the power of the Taoist field after being refined by the Huanxin Tribulation. As long as I can raise it with just one thought.
If you start, and cooperate with the exercises you practice, you can force the person trapped in it to fall asleep quickly."
"I never thought that your hands would be so powerful that even I wouldn't be immune to it. So to be precise, this is our common dream."
Dreamland?
Ning Yan's expression remained unchanged, this answer was quite reasonable, after all, perhaps only in dreams can we see this bizarre world.
"Then again, I really didn't expect that I would fall into your hands. If I had known this, even if it was against the will of Wusheng Mother..." Sikong Jian paused, and a bright light flashed in his eyes: "I also
I will kill you before I get on the boat, Ning Yan!"
As Sikong Jian shouted, Ning Yan's facial features suddenly distorted uncontrollably, and returned to their original appearance in the blink of an eye.
Why did my illusion suddenly fail?!
Ning Yan couldn't help but feel shocked, and while he was distracted, Sikong Jian suddenly took action, grabbed a powerful bow out of thin air with one palm, twisted it lightly with two fingers, and a white-feathered arrow gradually took shape as the bow string was pulled back! Whoosh!
A stream of blue-white light went straight to Ning Yan's door. At the critical moment, he suddenly woke up. His feet exerted force like cast iron, but his body bent into an astonishing arc, tilting like a bridge!
Boom!
The white-feathered arrow flew past his cheek and sank deeply into the stone pier behind it, instantly shattering it into pieces. Ning Yan looked back with a complacent heart, wiped away the blood on his cheek with his thumb, and couldn't help but reveal a solemn expression.
Expression.
This clear feeling of pain doesn’t feel like a dream at all.
"I thought I could trick you into it. When did you find out it was mine?"
"The moment you and I were close, we saw it with our third eye." Sikong Jian pointed to the center of his eyebrows, and then said: "Of all the things I have seen in my life, you are the only one with such a bizarre fate, so I
Only then did I conclude that Murong Fuding was your fake identity."
Ning Yan frowned and said, "My destiny is weird? What do you mean?"
Sikong Jian didn't have time to answer his questions anymore. He picked up three or four white-feathered arrows with his fingers, drew his bow and shot!
Ning Yan cursed secretly when he saw this, and had no choice but to use his body skills to avoid the continuous rain of arrows. However, without the support of his true energy, he was hit by a barrage of arrows in a short time.
Sikong Jian leisurely followed the traces of his target. A simple bow and an arrow had great power in his hands.
At first, the arrows could only shatter stones, but later they were fired with the force of fire cannons, and the explosions were heard continuously. Each shot was able to knock down a tall building, and it was astonishing that half of the city of Mingzhou was demolished by itself!
Boom!
Ning Yan hugged his head and huddled behind the counter of a restaurant, watching helplessly as a big hole was blown out of the wall in front of him on the left. The rubble immediately collapsed on his face, and he hurriedly changed the direction again without even getting hot.
What the hell is this an arrow?
It’s almost as strong as a high-explosive bomb!
This was the first time Ning Yan felt the fire suppression of hot weapons in a fantasy world, but Sikong Jian's hand was neither a magical power nor a martial skill, so how could it be so powerful?
There must be something wrong...
The thoughts in his mind were racing, and at the same time, the wind was blowing under his feet, causing him to move around the city quickly. But as Sikong Jian increased the speed of drawing his bow, the stalemate was finally broken. After a while, Ning Yan had to stop his movements.
.
He has no way to avoid it.
Sikong Jian bent his fingers to hook the bow string, and the clear sound of breaking through the air echoed in the empty ruins, and then pulled it into a full moon again!
"Aren't you going to run away?"
Ning Yan stood in the pile of rocks, bent down to pick up the remains of an arrow branch, put it under his nose and smelled it, but seemed not to hear his words.
"Humph, then go die."
Sikong Jian let go of the bow string, and the flying arrow spun out quickly. The unrivaled sharpness stung people's eyes. Ning Yan raised his head as if in hindsight, but his frown gradually relaxed, and said to himself: "I understand.
."
The next moment, he stretched out his hand to explore, and suddenly an ice-blue ferocious gauntlet was wrapped in his palm, and a strong frost aura suddenly appeared!
Boom!
The arrow fell out of his hand and stopped spinning, but the arrow was caught steadily!
"Since I'm dreaming——"
"Then it should be reasonable for me to take out an Ice Vein Gauntlet, right?"
Ning Yan grinned and used his five fingers to exert force, crushing the white feather arrow to pieces in an instant!