Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 608: Gambling on Dreams and Risking Life
The rain was like arrows, flying towards us.

A cavalry of iron horses was spinning like flying and galloping through the wind.

Wu Cixia tried his best to lower his body, as if he had merged with the car body under him. Only a line of his eyes were revealed from under the brim of his hat, staring at the dark road ahead.

The roar of the rain was deafening, but Wu Cixia could still clearly hear the roar of the engine and the fierce shouts coming from behind him.

It follows you like a shadow, biting you closely and you can never get rid of it.

A fierce light flashed in Wu Cixia's eyes. With his left hand, he pulled out a long and narrow magazine of Duoyanwei from the side of the cavalry. Without looking back, he swung the muzzle of the gun behind him and pulled the trigger all the way.

The muzzle of the gun sprayed out a stream of hot bullets, which drilled into the pursuing chariot behind.

The raging shrapnel easily tore apart the bodies of the enemies in the car, and the cracked windows were smeared with scarlet blood.

The out-of-control car swayed left and right on the slippery road, and finally crashed into a roadside building, exploding into a blazing fireball.

boom!
The suddenly spreading fire illuminated the long road.

Taking advantage of the fleeting light, Wu Cixia glanced behind him and took a look at the number of pursuers.

The wide road was filled with the pursuing chariots, like a group of ferocious beasts lying in ambush and pursuing, which was despairing.

Is this the nth wave of pursuers?

Wu Cixia can no longer remember clearly.

Ever since she failed in her assassination attempt on Zou Sijiu, the leader of the all-powerful gang Tianque in Xin'an City, she has been caught in a seemingly endless pursuit.

It felt like the entire city was hostile to her, and anyone she met, regardless of gender, age or status, could be Tianque's killer.

He was talking and laughing one moment, and the next moment he could pull out a knife or a gun and point it at you.

Wu Cixia, who was trapped in it, felt as if he was surrounded by a sea of ​​murderous intent. He was about to drown and was exhausted both physically and mentally.

"Damn it, if that red-haired woman hadn't suddenly appeared, Zou Sijiu would have been a corpse now!"

Wu Cixia's heart was filled with hatred. Such a carefully planned assassination plan failed at the last moment when it was about to succeed. It was really unwilling.

However, Wu Cixia could no longer remember why he had to assassinate Zou Sijiu.

It seems that I am destined to do this.

As long as you can kill the other party, you will gain huge benefits.

boom!
The sudden and violent explosion interrupted Wu Cixia's memories.

A 'fire dragon emerging from water' exploded not far away, and scorching air waves swept in all directions.

At the moment when he was about to be bitten by the air wave, Wu Cixia decisively twisted his right hand to the bottom, and the iron horse under his crotch suddenly let out a dull roar and shot out.

While dodging the explosion, he also successfully distanced himself from the pursuers behind him.

For a person who is running away, this is a good thing.

But for some reason, there was no trace of joy in Wu Cixia's eyes.

The reason was the strange black shadows that appeared on the road ahead, with their sharp corners flashing a creepy cold light under the illumination of the car lights.

It's a chevaux de frise!
Wu Cixia's pupils tightened.

At this distance, it's no use trying to slow down.

The flat road did not give her the opportunity to drive over obstacles.

At the critical moment, Wu Cixia made up his mind and decisively hit the front of the car.

The cavalry's body suddenly overturned, creating a dazzling spark as it rubbed against the ground, and it slid towards the barricades blocking the road.

Zheng!
After being thrown into the air, Wu Cixia pulled out the sharp blade on his back and stabbed it down the moment he fell to the ground. The sharp edge of the blade penetrated into the ground and left a ten-foot-long crack.

When the inertia that was enveloping him weakened a little, Wu Cixia immediately jumped up, ignoring the fact that his side had already been rubbed bloody, and stared coldly ahead with a knife in hand.

Deng!Deng!Deng!
The car lights suddenly lit up, making Wu Cixia's vision go blank.

In a trance, shadowy figures appeared, pouring in like a tide.

Zheng!
The blade slashed down with a piercing scream.

Although his vision had not yet recovered, Wu Cixia's reaction was as fast as lightning. He slashed open the impenetrable rain curtain with a backhanded knife. The scattered raindrops outlined a round arc, and at the same time as he split the cut blade, he raised the knife and slashed it upwards.

The attacking knifeman suddenly froze in place. A red mark spread from his chin to his forehead. His entire face split open, hot blood spurted out, and he fell face up in the rain.

The other knifeman following behind him hadn't reacted to what happened before a figure crashed into him, and the sound of the sharp weapon cutting through flesh became a continuous "swish".

Two elite fighters from Tianque, martial arts seeds, died on the spot in an instant.

However, this was only the beginning of this 'siege', as more figures were pouring in like a tide.

The footsteps were heavy, splashing water inches high.

Wu Cixia was extremely ferocious. Instead of retreating, he advanced towards the group of Tianque gang members.

There were pouring raindrops, heavy breathing, cold and bloody lights in the crowded crowd, and the sharp and clanging sounds of blades colliding one after another.

After a while, the chaotic sound of footsteps finally calmed down.

The last remaining member of the Tianque Gang had his leg broken by someone. He knelt in the rain with his eyes blurred and his head drooping unconsciously.

A hand dripping with blood reached out, grabbed his hair fiercely, and turned his face towards the direction where the light was coming from.

Wu Cixia closed his eyes, licked his bloody lips, and put the knife in his hand to the protruding Adam's apple of the Tianque gang member. His wrist was very steady and he slowly dragged the knife to cut.

The unconscious knifeman was suddenly awakened by the severe pain. He struggled and waved his arms, but still could not stop the blade from cutting across.

Puff.
The corpse fell forward, twitching unconsciously in the rain. A circle of crimson ripples quickly spread, and the smell of blood in the air was so strong that it seemed tangible.

Wu Chixia stood among the broken limbs and arms, pointing his knife straight ahead.

"No wonder you dared to assassinate me alone, you really have some skills."

As a word of praise was spoken, most of the dazzling car lights went out.

Wu Cixia's vision finally returned to normal and he could see clearly the person who was speaking.

A thick mink robe covered the tall body in a suit and leather shoes, and under the shiny slicked back hair was a domineering face. The man held a gilded scepter in his right palm and held the pretty girl with fiery red hair in his left hand.

A man with stern eyebrows stood behind him, holding a black umbrella over his head.

"Unfortunately, this is my territory. How can I allow you to run wild here?"

Even if this hateful face with a proud smile was burned to ashes, Wu Cixia would still be able to recognize it.

It is the Lord of Tianque, Zou Sijiu!

"Master Zou, this woman has some skills, and it looks like she has entered the martial arts order. Ordinary gang members are no match for her, so why not let me handle it."

The man standing behind Zou Sijiu holding an umbrella spoke respectfully.

"Don't worry, Lao Li. You don't need to do anything to deal with a piece of shit like her."

Zou Sijiu smiled slightly and looked at a young man holding a long sword standing on his right.

"Beggar, I'll leave her to you. Please don't let me down."

"Don't worry, Master Zou."

The man responded in a deep voice, then rushed out from behind the barricades with lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Wu Cixia. With a flick of his wrist, a sword light like a chain slashed towards Wu Cixia's head.

A chill hit his face, and Wu Cixia growled. He suddenly bent his upper body backwards, and just in time to avoid the sweeping sword of Chen Qisheng, he bounced up again and chopped down fiercely with the knife in both hands.

Clang!
A fleeting spark of fire exploded where the swords collided.

Wu Cixia endured the severe pain of the torn palm of his hand, pressed all his strength onto the blade, rubbing against the sword edge as he fell rapidly, and the moment he hit the blade's hilt, he pushed the blade inward, trying to directly cut off Chen Qisheng's right hand holding the sword.

At the critical moment, a sneer of contempt appeared on Chen Qisheng's lips.

He decisively let go of the hilt of the sword, avoiding the blade that was about to cut his hand, and turned around and kicked Wu Chixia hard in the chest.

Chen Qisheng reached out and picked up the falling sword, turned his wrist and flashed a cold light again, slashing towards Wu Chixia's neck.

A chill ran down his head, and Wu Cixia, who was still staggering backwards, had no way to avoid it and could only barely raise his knife to block.

But at this moment, Chen Qisheng snorted coldly, and the sword light that was attacking forward suddenly accelerated, with a force of a thousand pounds, sweeping away the blocking blade and sticking to Wu Chixia's right hand.

Pfft!

Although Wu Cixia tried his best to dodge, his right arm was still cut off at the elbow by the sword.

The cold and damp air seeped into her blood through the wound, making Wu Cixia feel a bone-chilling chill. The intense pain was madly devouring her will.

Just when Wu Cixia's vision was about to go out, an extremely strong anger suddenly surged up from the bottom of her heart, like a shot of cardiotonic, making her forget the pain all over her body in an instant.

Not only that, a strong and familiar force quickly filled her body.

Wu Cixia felt a sense of relief at this moment, as if she had broken free from her restraints. She blew out a breath of hot blood, and her nearly frozen blood began to boil again. She stepped on the ground and disappeared instantly. "Shen Li, don't you want to avenge your previous humiliation? Now the opportunity is right in front of you, what are you waiting for?"

Almost at the same time as the words were spoken, Wu Cixia suddenly appeared in front of Chen Qisheng and punched out with his only remaining left hand.

Chen Qisheng seemed to have anticipated this and dodged to the side one step ahead.

After he dodged, a 'fire dragon' with bared fangs and claws flew out and pounced in front of Wu Cixia.

Farther away, Shen Li had a grim smile on his face, and the muzzle of the gun on his shoulder was still emitting billowing smoke.

boom!
The huge impact force sent Wu Cixia flying out like a rag bag.

But at this moment, she was indeed inhumanly strong. Although her body was almost blown to pieces by the 'Fire Dragon Out of Water', she still had a breath. Her eyes were wide open as she stared dejectedly at the rainy night sky.

"You bitch, you actually dared to assassinate Master Zou in front of me, causing me to lose face in front of Master Zou. I wish I could cut you into pieces!"

An extremely angry face came into view.

On his deathbed, Wu Cixia vaguely recognized that it was the other person who was responsible for protecting him when he assassinated Zou Sijiu before.

"In your next life, remember to keep your eyes open and see clearly who you can and cannot mess with! Do you understand?"

boom!
Following a violent gunshot.

Zou Sijiu, who was standing far away, looked at Wu Chixia who was blown into pieces, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Xiao Shen is a good person."

Li Jun, who was holding an umbrella behind him, said respectfully, "It was you, Master Zou, who gave him the opportunity to redeem his dignity. I want to thank you on behalf of Shen Li."

"You are all brothers who have risked their lives for me. There is no need to say these polite words."

Zou Sijiu looked back, his eyes unusually bright.

"Also, Lao Li, you did a great job holding the umbrella."

As soon as he finished speaking, the world in front of Zou Sijiu's eyes shattered like a mirror.

His vision was distorted like a whirlpool, and when it returned to normal, Zou Sijiu found himself deep in a huge square covered with flocked carpet.

Next to him was a series of things stacked together, as big as millstones and shaped like chips.

He looked up and saw a huge figure as big as a mountain standing in the distance. The face was exactly the same as Wu Chixia's, staring at him fiercely.

Zou Sijiu raised the corner of his mouth and smiled contemptuously at the other party. Then, as if he had sensed something, he turned around and looked behind him.

A figure of the same huge size was sitting here. Looking at the other person's familiar face, Zou Sijiu's blocked memory began to recover.

The first dream game is over, and I won.

As his memory returned, Zou Sijiu suddenly understood.

And where he was now was not a 'square', but a gambling table manifested in the spiritual world.

The gambling table belonging to Zhao Mengze and Wu Ci.

And all the hugeness and enormity are because his body is only the size of a chip at the moment.

It was obvious that in this dream game, he was the most important chip in Zhao Mengze's hand.

"Old Zhao, your dream is very well constructed. It's awesome!"

Zou Sijiu looked up at Zhao Mengze and gave him a thumbs up.

"You actually thought of asking Li Jun and Chen Qisheng to help me with the horse stirrups. You are indeed an experienced old dream master."

Zou Sijiu was still recalling everything in his previous dream. When he thought of Li Jun holding an umbrella and the respectful "Master Zou", he felt relaxed all over.

"It's a pity that the strength of the structure is a little lacking. It looks just like a gang leader, but the pattern is a little small."

Zou Sijiu said with a hint of regret: "If he really had the strength of Wu Si Xinzhu, this would be enough."

"How about you build it and I go into the dream?"

A thunderous sound came from the sky.

"You're taking advantage of me, but you're still acting cute. Do you know how much effort I put in to get you such a big background advantage? If it was really built the way you wanted, Wu Cixia would have woken up long ago. How could I let you win so easily?"

Zou Sijiu certainly knew that this was impossible.

If it were really constructed that way, the first one to die would not be Wu Ci's clone personality, but Zhao Mengze himself.

"By the way, wasn't the opponent's defeat a little too easy and sloppy?"

Zou Sijiu put away the smile on his face and said seriously, "Even if this first layer of dream was created by you, Lao Zhao, I have such a huge background advantage. I have the best of both worlds. The opponent has no other ability to resist except for a sudden burst of energy when he was on the verge of death. Isn't this a bit abnormal?"

Zou Sijiu's question was not without basis.

What is the most important thing in a dream?

Not authority, but rules!

In the dream just now, Zou Sijiu and Wu Cixia both had their memories blocked, and played different roles in the story set by Zhao Mengze.

There is nothing wrong with this rule.

The strength of both sides is limited to a very low level, which is also fine.

Because these are all equal rules.

However, in the dream, Zou Sijiu almost possessed the power of an entire city, and his subordinates were as numerous as clouds. He easily surrounded and killed the lone Wu Ci Xia Shen.

This kind of dream, which is almost equivalent to losing one's life in vain, can easily wake the dreamer up, thus causing the dream to be broken.

Although Wu Ci was born in the agricultural order, she possessed the technical method of "New Huangliang" and must have a deep understanding of the Yin-Yang order. It is almost impossible for her to fall into such a simple trap.

"That bitch did it on purpose."

Zhao Mengze sneered and said, "Others are rich and powerful, so they are just using one life at the beginning to see what tricks we two have."

Zou Sijiu was startled: "Then you haven't revealed all your cards, have you?"

"That's not the case, but I won't have such relaxing dreams in the future."

Zou Sijiu took a deep breath and said, "So that was just a warm-up?"

"Xiao Zou, you don't have to be nervous. After all, dreaming is our strong point."

Zhao Mengze said lightly: "As long as I can seize the right to construct every dream, you will not be at a disadvantage when you enter the dream. But whether you can win or not still depends on you."

"rest assured."

Before Zou Sijiu could finish his words, a vortex suddenly appeared under his feet and swallowed him up.

"Are you done with the nonsense? It's time to start the second game."

Zhao Mengze, who was staring with his head down, looked up at the opposite side of the table. Among the four brightly colored clothes on Wu Ci, a hint of red was fading quickly.

"In the first dream, I respect the old and love the young, so I'll give you a step. But who will be the banker next? Zhao Mengze, what are you going to grab?"

Wu Ci spoke in a cold voice. It turned out that she heard the conversation between Zhao Mengze and Zou Sijiu clearly.

"I know that you are a Four-in-One, and your strength is far stronger than the average Sequence Three. In a head-on battle of mental strength, I am indeed inferior to you."

Zhao Mengze smiled calmly and raised his hand to scatter a pile of fiery chips.

"If I use my life span to steal the banker's money, will you follow me?"

As the "chips" fell on the table, a fierce aura ignited on Zhao Mengze.

The surge in mental strength made the body he manifested at this moment even larger, overwhelming the witch sitting opposite him.

"Zhao Mengze, aren't you afraid of burning yourself to death?"

Wu Ci’s face turned pale.

Zhao Mengze smiled and said, "You're going to die anyway, so why not just close your eyes peacefully as a winner?"

"You don't have to die, as long as you..."

"Since you don't want to follow me, it looks like I'll have to take charge of the second round!"

Zhao Mengze interrupted Wu Ci loudly.

He just waved his hand, and thick fog suddenly rose on the table.

In an instant, it flooded the entire gambling table and the two people sitting opposite each other.

The second dream begins.

(End of this chapter)