The blue wings, with a touch of gold against the backdrop of the setting sun, look even more sacred.
Jiang Siming stretched out his finger, and the golden-blue butterfly slowly landed on Jiang Siming's finger.
"I didn't know that Zhou's dream was Hu Dieyu, and Hu Die's dream was Zhou Yu." Jiang Siming couldn't help but murmured.
Jiang Siming looked at the butterfly calmly in his heart, as if he was fascinated by it.
The Sinking Immortal Sword was unconsciously released from his back instead of from his hand. It wandered around Jiang Siming.
If anyone sees it at this time, they will find that Jiang Siming has a very strange aura around him, which is both mysterious and mysterious.
Am I a butterfly, or is the butterfly me?
Jiang Siming's fingers shook slightly, and the butterfly flew up again. Jiang Siming's fingers lightly traced a faint sword energy towards the butterfly.
When the sword energy touched the flying butterfly, it did not split into two as imagined. But for a few seconds, the flying butterfly seemed to lose consciousness and fell vertically to the ground. It woke up in time and flew away in a hurry.
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"Life is like a dream!" Jiang Siming said with emotion.
At that moment, Jiang Siming finally understood the true meaning of the Fairy Sword. Was it trapped in reality or presented in a dream? Who can tell clearly?
"Let's call you Big Dream Sword!" Jiang Siming said lightly.
Jiang Siming's understanding of the Great Dream Sword can only be considered preliminary. Letting a butterfly fall into a dream for a few seconds is already the limit.
The Four Swords of Zhu Xian bring four different abilities to Jiang Siming, each of which is extremely powerful.
The Absolute Immortal Sword represents the ultimate attack power, while the Immortal Killing Sword represents the power of killing and endless killing intent. The Immortal Trapping Sword is another dream. The Immortal Killing Sword is the tyranny of those who follow me and those who go against me will perish.
"It's just a big dream that came to nothing, let alone a solitary shadow that shocked the world!" Jiang Siming smiled faintly.
In addition to testing Tianzi, cultivation is also more about the practitioner's state of mind. The test of the Fairy Sword has already brought Jiang Siming's state of mind to an unfathomable height in advance.
Night falls, in the mirror world.
"Damn it! Even if your fighting mentality is the same as mine. Well, then I will play something different with you!" Jiang Siming thought to himself.
The two Jiang Siming thrust out their swords one after another. The Evil God Hook suddenly appeared behind Jiang Siming and turned into a long Evil God thorn, attacking the counterfeit Jiang Siming's crotch insidiously.
The fake Jiang Siming was only dazed for a moment, then resolutely refused to resist and rushed straight towards Jiang Siming.
The two of them died together in the end, but the fake Jiang Siming had less flesh than the real Jiang Siming.
In the early morning, Jiang Siming escaped from the mirror world.
"Didn't avoid it? Could it be that this is what I was thinking!" Jiang Siming couldn't help but shook his head. His crotch subconsciously tightened.
"Dong dong dong! Brother Siming, are you awake?" Tang San's voice came from outside the door.
Jiang Siming stood up and opened the door.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Siming asked.
"Uncle Ning asked someone to invite you and me to gather at Qingya Pavilion at noon." Tang San said.
Jiang Siming can also understand Ning Fengzhi's anxiety. After all, this is a major matter for the sect, and now that he has a clue, he naturally wants to take control of it.
After Tang San left, Jiang Siming briefly washed up and found Zhao Wuji again.
"Say, Siming, you haven't come to see me for a long time, why do you think of me all of a sudden now?" Zhao Wuji said with some amusement. After all, from an emotional aspect, the relationship between Zhao Wuji and Jiang Siming is also very good.
Ironclad.
"Why don't I come to see you now? Let's start our daily morning exercises!" Jiang Siming spread his hands and said with a smile. He didn't expect Zhao Wuji's mood.
"I'm just a tool without feelings. I have to beat you up today." Zhao Wuji clenched his fists and said unhappily.
"Come on! Let me see what your current level is?" Then he immediately released the powerful Vajra spirit.
Jiang Siming also became serious and released the Immortal Trap Sword. A mysterious and mysterious aura spread around Jiang Siming.
"I've never seen you use this sword before, so what kind of strange ability does it have?" Zhao Wuji said doubtfully as he couldn't see through the aura around Jiang Siming.
"Teacher Zhao, won't you know if you try it?" Jiang Siming didn't say much.
"Big Dream Sword, the first sword. Enter the dream!" Jiang Siming shouted softly and swung the sword.
Zhao Wuji assumed a defensive posture and activated his third soul skill. A golden defensive wall appeared around him.
The white sword energy directly passed through Zhao Wuji's defense and instantly hit Zhao Wuji's eyebrows.
Zhao Wuji's defenses quickly collapsed, and his martial spirit suddenly disappeared. However, it only took a moment for him to regain his normal state, but he looked a little confused.
"Boy Jiang, what kind of soul skill are you doing? Why did I feel like I was in a dream just now?" Zhao Wuji couldn't believe that since he unconsciously put away all his defenses during the battle, this would definitely be fatal in a battle.
of.
"Teacher Zhao, this has just begun." Jiang Siming did not answer in a hurry.
The two sides went back and forth, and Jiang Siming gradually fell into a disadvantage. After all, the power of the Immortal Sword is not in the attack. And Jiang Siming has not yet understood the ultimate level of the Dream Sword Technique, and the ability of the third sword alone is not enough to defeat him.
Even though Zhao Wuji was not fighting with all his strength.
The title of Fudo Myōō is not for nothing. In fact, even an ordinary level 80 Soul Fighter may not be able to defeat this Soul Saint who is capable of both offense and defense.
"Jiang boy, you lose!" Zhao Wuji punched out with tyrannical force, heading straight towards Jiang Siming's face.
Jiang Siming resisted with his horizontal sword. However, he was forced to retreat for several ten meters by the terrible aftershock before he could stand still. His body was filled with energy and blood.
"Teacher Zhao, you are indeed stronger!" Jiang Siming put away the Immortal Trap Sword and said flatteringly.
"Pull him down! I don't know how much your kid weighs. I never thought I was old before, but now it seems that I really can't compare to you young people!" Zhao Wuji couldn't help but sigh.
It's approaching noon.
"Brother Siming, this is Qingyaxuan? Why is there no one there? There isn't even a dining table, it doesn't look like a place to eat at all!" Tang San was a little confused, feeling that he must have come to the wrong place. After all, the environment here is
It can be said that it exists as a special scenic spot.
But the three big golden characters on the top of the head, Qingyaxuan, are indeed correct.
"Mistress! Do you think those rich people are happy?" Jiang Siming answered the question with a serious face.
"Well! Aren't you happy?" Tang San didn't know why Jiang Siming asked this.
"No, you are wrong. We cannot experience the happiness of the rich at all." Jiang Siming said angrily.
Tang San had a look of disbelief on his face, this was what Jiang Siming finally said.
Jiang Siming is so angry. Whether in his previous life or in his reincarnations, Jiang Siming most of the time acted as a poor college student living a difficult life.
"Xiao San, everything must be lost. Although the rich have gained happiness, they have also lost something." Jiang Siming looked at Tang San again and said.
"Well, Brother Siming, I know what you are going to say. I will never be blinded by material things. I will maintain a pure heart of cultivation. I will become a strong man as soon as possible!" Tang San seemed to understand Jiang Siming.
with the meaning of the words.
"No, you don't understand! What I want to say is that not only do they have money, but they also have lost their worries. So bullets and hidden weapons must be sold to you! Understand?" Jiang Siming grabbed Tang San's hand in anger.