martial arts mythology system

Chapter 249 Awakening to the Jiangnan Dream in front of the lamp, feeling melancholy
The ice was sold for twelve rounds, and the sky was full of ice like a snowstorm that had overturned the wilderness.

The azure blue sword light wheel rotated in the sky like a stone mill, and the dark purple thunderbolts in the sky, like a spider web, were as thick as a bucket and crackled and bombarded on the ice wheel, being pulverized inch by inch.

Black and purple sparks splashed from the huge ice wheel in the sky and fell to the ground. At the beginning, they were very huge, like waves of different colors, but when they approached the ground, they were already dotted with stars.

The dark purple sparks scattered to the stars fell to the ground, because the weakening of the twelve rounds of ice pinning is not lethal, the scene is very beautiful and moving.

Hundreds of thousands of people looked up at this magnificent and strange picture, silent.

Mo Zhonggan in the crowd stretched out his hand, and the dark purple sparks landed 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 are dotted, arousing everyone's mood.

This is not just a simple dissipated power, it also carries the power of Marashash's dream... What a fantastic dream... It's dizzying.

In the sky, Moluoshashi is still pushing the dark purple thunder to exert the power of the dream thunder.

The power of the dream spirit penetrated the space and began to affect Guming QIAN.

The white-haired swordsman was briefly in a trance.

Dreams and reality intertwine.

As if under an imminent cliff, in front of him is an old man with gorgeous hair whose lower body is integrated with the rock.

Ragged and haggard.

Wen Jian Guming looked at his hands at this time, he already looked like a child.

Before Asking Sword Guming always had this name, he was just an extremely ordinary child...with an extremely ordinary name called Shi Bolang.

When Shi Bolang's adoptive father died at the hands of the leader of the Extermination Evil Spirit [Future Master], and he himself fell off a cliff, he met the person who changed his life.

One of the mighty twins, [Cut off year] Qiu Daitian.

Qiu Daitian was originally a famous swordsman in the world. In order to defeat his friend Yue Leyun, he blew the horn of hope. He traded with the god of death, exchanged for two bones engraved with peerless martial arts, and mastered the terrifying sword style of the god of death.

However, the god of death's deal is always full of deceit and cunning. These two bones actually symbolize the two leg bones of Qiu Daitian, so a generation of sword masters has since sealed under the cliff, and the lower body has turned into a rock, and sealed here forever.

Shi Bolang inherited Qiu Daitian's lifelong hatred, and got him to use his life to pass on the merits, with the goal of killing the god of death, and walked the rivers and lakes in the incarnation of Sword Guming.

Unexpectedly, now in this dream world, I can see my mentor again.

"Shi Bolang~My good disciple, you finally came to see me as a teacher~"

The Huafa old man in front of him stretched out his hand to the child-like Shi Bolang, as if he was calling Shi Bolang to move forward.

Wen Jian Guming's consciousness was in a trance for a moment, as if affected by the power of this dream, he staggered and took a step forward...

Then, he waved his fist and smashed forward.

During the process of punching, Shi Bolang's figure gradually changed, and his clothes also changed accordingly, and his whole person changed back to the appearance of the white-haired swordsman who asked the sword Guming.

With one punch, the sword intent burst out from the fist, colliding with the invisible devilish energy transformed from Qiu Daitian's phantom.

The old man with Huafa's face gradually became ferocious, and he roared viciously at Guming Wenjian:
"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 superfluous in this dream within the dream, he just pulled out the ancient mottled bronze sword behind his back.

"Jian Binglei."

This sword turned into pale ice with sword energy like tears and torrential.

I don't know if it's the tears of Jianfeng, or the tears of ice crystals... or the tears that the child who fell off the cliff and was in a dream shed and didn't dare to show in front of others...

If it is really Wenjian Guming himself who is facing this environment, he may have really fallen into this dream technique... Fortunately, Han Feng, who turned into Wenjian Guming, still retains his own consciousness in Wenjian Guming... ...enough to keep awake for Guming of Asking Sword.

The sword qi of ice tears passed by, and the dream was shattered!

The dream was shattered, and the white-haired swordsman who controlled the twelve rounds of ice qi came back to his senses, and there was a bit of anger and killing intent in Gujing Wubo's eyes.

Propelled by the bronze blade of Guming Jianfeng, the entire huge ice wheel rotates, and slowly pushes forward against the violent dark purple sky-filled thunder.

Mo Luoshashi, who was driving the Dream Thunder, never expected that Guming Wenjian would be able to rely on his invincible dream magic, and was forced by the ice wheel to retreat in the sky...

"Damn...if it wasn't for most of my power being sealed underground by this bastard...how could it be..."

Mo Luoshashi gritted his teeth and backed up in the sky, his voice suppressing the strong anger.

The majestic demon emperor was forced to such an extent by a mortal who didn't even have innate talent... It's a shame...

One person, one devil, one advance and one retreat.

In this way, Guming Wenjian led the huge azure blue roulette spinning in the sky for twelve rounds, pushing Mo Luoshashi completely away from the sky above the crowd in Yunchendu.

Unbearable to be humiliated, Mo Luoshashi finally erupted his true power, and a huge specter suddenly appeared behind him...it was his Baizhang body.

The phantom of the main body roared up to the sky, and the majestic demonic energy in the sky suddenly began to surge, pouring into his body from behind Mo Luoshashi.

As Mo Luoshashi inhaled the magic energy to restore his strength, the dark purple thunder suddenly rioted, and the sky was in turmoil!

Under the thunder and thunder, the sword energy of the twelve rounds of ice shattered... shattered!

"The power of mortals, cut!"

Mo Luoshashi looked at the huge shattered ice wheel with a look of disdain, as if expressing the pride of the Demon Emperor.

However, what he responded to was...

"Sword ice marks."

The ice-scarred sword spreads across the sky, and the icy-white sword energy above the sky is the purest ice condensed by freezing air, which turns into thousands of lines like broken glass like a soul, covering the body of Marakshashi. The whole package.

Mo Luoshashi was wrapped in the sword energy of the ice mark, but he was not panic. After all, he was the emperor of the demon world. He had experienced big scenes, and he used his hands to manipulate the black magic energy around him to resist.

"Mortal, is this your hole card? It's nothing more than that!"

And at this moment, Asking Sword Guming finally responded to Marashash:
"Twelve rounds of freezing will make you hate."

The white-haired swordsman stood high above the sky, screamed with both hands, and pulled back. The Guming sword in his hand was like an arrow on a bowstring, condensing the mysterious energy between heaven and earth.

It's called "The Twelve Rounds of Ice Selling", but in fact, it is the purest sword of death!
Dark green and black intertwined...

Silent thunder stormed the entire sky...

Transformed into the deadliest sword that stuns the entire dream sky!
Mo Luoshashi wanted to dodge, but found that Guming Wenjian's ice-scar sword energy just now was like a terrifying cage completely sealing him inside.

At this time, the king of the monster race can only face the sword of death.

There was a loud bang! ! !
The world is terrified!

The whole dream was trembling with the sword of death, the black wasteland lost its true nature like a distorted film, everything was extremely blurred.

And the sky was completely covered by the dark green and black death power...

Stars, dreams, sword energy... all concepts are intertwined...

Finally, in the invisible sky, there was a sigh that no one could hear:

"When I feel the Jiangnan dream in front of the lamp, I feel melancholy and the mountains and the moon are slanting."

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 Marakshashi... In a trance, Nanke Yimeng...the dream is...hometown...

(End of this chapter)