Chapter 244: A dream of Jiangnan in front of the lamp, melancholy, the mountains and the moon are inclined
The ice was frozen for twelve rounds, and the sky was full of ice and snow, just like the wind and snow from a lifetime overturning the wasteland.
The blue sword light wheel rotated in the sky like a stone mill, and the spider-like dark purple thunder in the sky was as thick as a bucket and crackled on the ice wheel, grinding it into pieces.
Black and purple sparks splashed out from the huge ice wheel in the sky and fell to the earth. They were very huge at first, like waves of different colors, but by the time they got closer to the earth, they were already dots of stars.
The dark purple sparks scattered across the stars fell to the ground. Because the ice pin's twelve rounds of weakening were not lethal, the scene was very beautiful and moving.
Hundreds of thousands of people looked up at this magnificent and strange scene and remained silent.
Mo Zhongqian in the crowd stretched out his hand, and dark purple sparks fell on the palm of his hand.
The young man looked at the sky and for the first time had a longing for force.
The purple and black stars rain down, arousing everyone's mood.
This is not only a simple escaping power, but also has the power of Morakshashi's dream. What a dreamy gem it is that makes people dizzy.
In the sky, Morochashi was still pushing the dark purple thunder to unleash the power of the dream thunder.
The power of the dream spirit penetrated the space and began to affect Wenjian Guming.
The white-haired swordsman was briefly in a trance.
Dreams and reality intersect.
It was as if I was under an endangered cliff, and in front of me was a gorgeous old man whose lower body was integrated with the rock.
Ragged clothes, used to describe haggard.
When Wen Jian Guming looked at his hands at this time, they already looked like children.
Before Wen Jian Guming had this name, he was just an extremely ordinary child with an extremely ordinary name, called Shi Bo.
When Shi Bo's adopted father died at the hands of the leader of the evil spirit of destruction and he himself fell off a cliff, he met the person who changed his life.
One of Haoran's two fronts, Qiu Daitian.
Qiu Daitian was originally one of the most famous swordsmen in the world. In order to defeat his friend Yue Leyun, he sounded the horn of hope and made a deal with the God of Death in exchange for two bones engraved with peerless martial arts and mastered the terrifying Death Sword style.
However, the deal of the God of Death is always full of deception and cunning. These two bones actually symbolize Qiu Daitian's two leg bones, so a generation of swordsman masters sealed under the cliff, and their lower bodies turned into rocks and were sealed here forever.
Shi Lang inherited Qiu Daitian's lifelong hatred, and he used his life to pass on his skills, with the purpose of killing the God of Death. He transformed into Wenjian Guming and walked around the world.
Unexpectedly, I can see my mentor again in this dream world.
Shi Bolan ~ My good disciple, you have finally come to meet me as your master ~
The old man with white hair in front of him stretched out his hand to the child-like Shi Lang, as if calling him to move forward.
Wenjian Guming's consciousness was in a trance for a moment. He seemed to be affected by the power of the dream and staggered forward.
Then, he waved his fist and smashed forward.
In the process of punching, Shi Bo's figure gradually changed, and his clothes also changed, and his whole person changed back to the appearance of the white-haired swordsman who asked the sword.
With one punch, the sword intent burst out from the fist, colliding with the invisible demonic energy transformed from Qiu Daitian's illusion.
The face of the old man with white hair gradually turned ferocious, and he roared fiercely at Wenjian Guming:
How is it possible, how can you resist the influence of my power!?
Wenjian Guming didn't say much. There was no need to say anything more in this dream within a dream. He just pulled out the mottled bronze ancient sword from behind.
Jian Bing Tears.
This sword turned into pale ice sword energy like tears and torrential waves.
I don’t know if they are the tears of Jianfeng, the tears of ice crystals, or the tears that the child who fell off the cliff shed in his dream and did not dare to show in front of others.
If the person facing this situation is really Wenjian Guming himself, he may really have fallen victim to this dream spell. Fortunately, Han Feng, who transformed into Wenjian Guming, still retains his consciousness in Wenjian Guming's body, which is enough to help him.
Ask Jian Guming to stay awake.
The sword energy of Ice Tears passed by, and the dream was shattered!
The dream was shattered. The white-haired swordsman who controlled the twelve rounds of ice-pin sword energy came back to his senses. There was a bit more anger and killing intent in Gujing Muha's eyes.
Pushed by the bronze sword body of Gu Ming Jianfeng, the entire huge ice wheel rotated and slowly pushed forward against the rioting dark purple thunder in the sky.
Mo Luoshashi, who controlled the thunder of dreams, had no idea that Wenjian Guming could rely on his invincible dream magic and was forced to retreat in the sky by the ice wheel.
Damn it, if most of my power hadn't been sealed underground by this bastard, how could I do it now?
Morakshashi gritted his teeth and backed up in the sky, his voice suppressing strong anger.
It is a shame and a great humiliation for a majestic demon emperor to be forced to such an extent by a mortal who is not even innate.
One person and one demon, one advance and one retreat.
Wenjian Guming just dominated the twelve-wheeled huge blue wheel of ice to rotate in the sky, completely pushing Moluoshashi away from the crowd in Yunchendu.
Morakshashi couldn't bear the humiliation, and finally unleashed his true power. The huge demonic shadow that suddenly appeared behind him was his Baizhang body.
The phantom of his true body roared upwards, and the majestic demonic energy in the sky suddenly began to surge, rolling into Morochashi's body from behind.
As Moluoshashi inhaled the demonic energy to regain his strength, the dark purple thunder suddenly rioted, and the whole sky was shaken by thunder and lightning!
Under the thunder and lightning, the ice-pinned twelve-wheel sword was shattered!
Mortal power, cut it!
Morakshashi looked at the huge broken ice wheel with a look full of disdain, which seemed to express the Demon King's pride.
However, the response to him was
Sword ice mark.
The sword of ice marks spreads across the sky. The ice-white sword energy in the sky is the purest condensed ice. It turns into thousands of lines like broken glass as if it has a soul, turning Morocha's body into pieces.
The whole package is in it.
Morochashi was wrapped in the Ice Mark Sword Qi, but he was not too panicked. After all, he was the emperor of the demon world. He had experienced big scenes and used his hands to control the black demonic Qi around him to resist.
Mortal, is this your trump card? Nothing more than that!
At this moment, Wenjian Guming finally responded to Moluoshashi:
Twelve rounds of ice will make you resentful.
The white-haired swordsman stands high in the sky, shouts with both hands, and pulls back. The Guming Sword in his hand is like an arrow on a bowstring, condensing the mysterious energy between heaven and earth.
It is called "Twelve Wheels of Ice", but in fact, it is the purest sword of death!
Dark green and black intertwined
Silent thunder thundered across the sky
Transform into the most deadly sword that stuns the entire dreamland sky!
Morochashi wanted to dodge, but found that Wenjian Guming's ice-scarred sword energy just now was like a terrifying cage that completely sealed him inside.
At this time, the demon emperor could only face the sword of death.
There was a huge earthquake!!!
The world is terrified!
The entire dreamland trembled for the sword of death. The black wasteland lost its original appearance like a distorted film, and everything was extremely blurred.
The sky was completely covered by the dark green and black death power.
All the concepts of Star Dream, Sword Qi are intertwined
Finally, in the invisible sky, a sigh that no one could hear resounded:
I dreamed of Jiangnan in front of the lamp, and felt melancholy as the mountains and the moon slanted.
This is not Wenjian Guming's sigh but Han Feng's sigh
When the dream collapsed, Han Feng was also affected by the power of Morochashi. In a trance, Nan Keyimeng was his hometown.