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Chapter 387 Reincarnation, Dream

The world in memory reincarnates again and again, and Bai Yi's eyes begin to take on a wild nature.

His swordsmanship became more and more sophisticated.

If you can see the panel, then among the skills on the panel, the basic swordsmanship can reach the advanced swordsmanship in a very short time, and the proficiency is still rising rapidly, gradually moving towards the master-level swordsmanship.

The price of quickly becoming a master of swordsmanship is that Bai Yi's self is becoming smaller in his eyes.

He has now begun to think with Alex's mindset, which has resulted in his swordsmanship continuing to improve. It won't be long before the alchemist will become a master of swordsmanship.

The only difference between him and a normal swordsmanship master is that it should be difficult for him to comprehend the meaning of the sword. The dark side is possible, but everything about the alchemist is not suitable for the path of a warrior.

When the scene returns to the flame again.

Bai Yi raised his head slightly, and the flame brushed past his nose with heat.

The fire smelled like a burning corpse, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Bai Yi took another step back, and a hot figure with sharp claws slashed through the void.

When~
The bone blade blocked the sharp aura of the claws, and the powerful force forced Bai Yi to retreat continuously, leaving two deep grooves on the ground with his feet.

His eyes were full of ferocity and vigilance at this moment. Under the moonlight, a strange cat with a human body, a cat's tail, covered with hair all over, and red flames all over its body was staring at Baiyi with murderous intent.

In his memory, Alex killed the tribe of the Red Flame Cats for some resources, and the strongest one happened to be out hunting at that time.

And now it's back, and Alex is near death for the first time.

Bai Yi felt his body and his eyes gradually became indifferent.

Just like countless times before, he was unable to use any abilities of 'White Plague'.

But it doesn't matter, he now has enough skills to defeat the cat in front of him.

He lowered his body slightly, clenched his left hand into a fist, and a bone blade took the shape of a dagger.

The long sword in his right hand was placed under the dagger.

next moment.

The cat tribe and the white plague disappeared at the same time.

Zheng~
boom!
In the air, a sharp collision sound was heard, and the surrounding wild land shook slightly, and dense cuts destroyed the earth.

Dang Dang Dang.
In the void, no figure can be seen, only the constant sound of collision and the sense of sharpness.

Bai Yi felt the hunting that came from the most instinct, which was a collision between beast skills and swordsmanship skills.

In fact, many times, this skill is the only skill of the Red Flame Cat Tribe, and every attack they make is to kill the opponent.

Each of their attacks is carried out in the most labor-saving way, causing the highest damage. There is no skill involved, but it will become the best skill later on.

But why is it Alex's skills that remain in the end?

The reason is simple, because the same is true for swordsmanship.

Alex's swordsmanship was learned through repeated life-and-death battles.

He combines the skills of the hunter, the prey, and all combat techniques.

Every move was the same as that of a wild beast, but with additional routines and energy usage, making this beast-like killing move even more difficult to defend and parry.

This is the original form of swordsmanship. In fact, the same is true for swordsmanship. In other words, the fighting skills of all combat professions actually lead to the same goal.

It's nothing more than to reduce your own injuries and kill the other party.

Only intention is the essence of the sublimation of these skills, the intention of knife, sword and fist, while for wild beasts, there is only killing intention.

In the collision with the cat clan, Baiyi's body was gradually damaged, and bright red blood gushed out from the wounds.

The opponent's skills are above advanced swordsmanship.

And its various attributes also crush Alex's body.

This put Bai Yi gradually at a disadvantage.

But as his swordsmanship skills continued to improve, Bai Yi seemed to sense something.

"Is there any difference after all?"

The low murmur was drowned out in the collision. Bai Yi stepped back half a body length at the moment when the dagger in his left hand collided with the sharp claws.

Zheng!
The long sword was swung up, and an extremely strong will burst out instantly. At this moment, Bai Yi seemed to have truly become Alex. The sword will was fierce and surging, like a top hunter pouncing on its prey. Everything Alex currently had appeared in this sword.

The heaven and earth stood still at this moment, and the Red Flame Cat's pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip. It was a little confused. It was clearly just an ordinary collision, why did it suddenly turn into this?
It looks like it's dying.

But if the battle is not evenly matched, then won’t it exhaust the opponent’s physical strength and magic power?
This intention doesn't seem to be just murderous intent!
Zheng~
The knife flashed and the cat-man stood still.

There was a gleam of light in Bai Yi's eyes.

It seems like I have found something key.

But he couldn't control his own body. As if he was following a plot, he could only follow this body, constantly practicing with the sword, fighting, and understanding Alex's swordsmanship.

Until the next life-and-death crisis comes.

boom!
This time, before Bai Yi could react, a huge sense of crisis enveloped Bai Yi, and he subconsciously rushed forward.

But the next moment, he was pounced on by a wild beast.

Zheng~
The sword intent reappeared, and before the beast could even fully wail, a greater sense of crisis suddenly descended.

His eyes went dark, and his perspective slowly shifted to him lying on the ground.

That was the ancient beast Gluttony!

In some extremely ancient records, this race seemed to have been destroyed by ancient gods, but later a new rising force found its fragments and eventually revived it.

At that time, hell had not yet taken shape.
As he pondered, he always felt that he had forgotten something, but he was always looking for that feeling. There was always a voice in his heart: If you can find the feeling just now, all crises will be solved -
boom!
Flames, endless flames were roaring, the scourge of the undead came again, and countless undead creatures seemed to be summoned, constantly appearing on the battlefield and rushing forward one after another.

A huge creature is fighting desperately with a fire giant.

That was the power of the forbidden spell, and Guan Xin was squeezing himself desperately at this moment.

So what about God? So what about the white plague?

Now, it is his official reputation that is at the forefront, he is no worse than anyone else!
The determination in his eyes became more and more obvious.

The power in the body is still exploding at an overload.

Whenever a crisis is about to strike, there is always a force that stops the evil from attacking.

That was the power from another god. Although it was separated by a world, it prevented him from being in such a mess while the forbidden spell lasted.

"Dead."

In the distance, the whispers of God were not obvious. They felt the city in the sky getting closer and closer, and a huge shadow had appeared at the end of their sight.

Under the depressing sky, it was flying towards the center of the federation with a terrifying sense of crisis.

This is why God dares not take action.

But it doesn't matter.

The second round of terrifying aura from the ancient god rose into the sky, making the dark red of the sky even more depressing.

Dark clouds are coming.

This seems to be the case when the ancient gods fight the new gods. The living beings in each world give birth to extremely powerful evil gods.

A large portion of these ancient and evil beings have been destroyed, but an even larger portion still remains in some sealed areas.

These beings are all truly god-level evil spirits, and when the new gods were around, they went to destroy them.

But for irrational gods and evil spirits, the best place to be sealed is the dimensional turbulence. They cannot leave that kind of place by their own power.

The dimensional turbulence is a weird territory, and it is not easy for the new gods to invade. Therefore, those gods who are trapped in certain dreams or some weird things can be awakened in this era.

However, there are not too many such evil gods. At present, only two sleeping consciousnesses have responded to the summoning power of the ancient gods. There are only seven evil gods left among those who were exiled from Xia in ancient times.

Dai An's eyes sank slightly, these evil gods were all god-level, and although they did not have so many specialties, they were still a huge challenge.

She looked in the direction of the ancient god with some worry.

"Go ahead. I can handle it."

Guan Xin's voice suddenly sounded, and the aura on his body suddenly surged even more, and the flames began to melt everything around him.

God is actually retreating in the face of this force.

Diane was silent for a moment, and her staff tapped lightly in the void. Her figure gradually faded. She needed to stop the arrival of these two evil gods, otherwise there would be big trouble.

"Whoo~"

On the city wall of the capital, Romen breathed a sigh of relief. The city inside and outside was now empty.

Under Yuan Tang's command, the legions of the capital also began to be transferred to the border towns. The capital was currently occupied by high-level legends and did not need these troops.

They are just like Diane's undead army, useless except serving as cushions and blocking God's steps.

Yuan Tang glanced at Roman, who was gradually losing his mental activity behind him, and looked again at the instrument in his hand that could display the panoramic view of the Federation.

In the instrument, only images of war gradually remained, and the woman who took the initiative to attack God made him frown.

He looked at the huge mechanical disc at the end of his field of vision and couldn't help but murmur in a low voice.

"What’s wrong with you."

"How did you come?"

In a peaceful jungle, an old man was sitting in a rocking chair, holding a hoisting pole in his hand.

Close your eyes and rest your mind.

There was a pleasant atmosphere all around him. Not far from this small lake was a city without walls.

There are tall buildings, smooth Lubao roads, and people's faces are full of smiles and satisfaction.

The streets were filled with the sounds of food vendors, and some women were arguing with the vegetable and meat sellers about the prices of meat and vegetables.

They had a heated debate over a copper coin, but in the end the merchant compromised because he said, "If you don't want to sell it, forget it."

Such an ordinary scene, but it made Roman silent.

He recalled that a long, long time ago, this frail old man called him to his side when he returned one of his times.

The elder gave Romen access to his spiritual dimension.

He seemed to have encountered this scene a long time ago.

but.
He looked up at the city not far away. He had never seen such a scene, but he had heard an old woman describe it when he was a child.

Unfortunately.
"Mr. Li, did you catch any fish?"

An old voice sounded.

Roman looked up in disbelief.

An old woman with a face full of wrinkles was walking towards this side carrying a basket of vegetables.

The surrounding scene gradually added some things. At that time, it was a wooden house. The wooden house was not big, with only a living room and a bedroom, but it had a warm feeling.

As soon as these words were spoken, the fish bit the rod.

Old Li showed interest on his face. He sat up suddenly and pulled the fishing rod hard: "Haha, I'm so lucky, Shiyun. Every time you come, my luck always gets so good."

As soon as he finished speaking, a fat and tender crucian carp was caught out of the water. It kept flapping its wings, bringing a hint of fishy smell to the air.

"Wow~ You are so lucky. How did you know I bought tofu? I will give you some fish soup later." The old woman smiled and came closer, took the fish from Lao Li's hand and put it into the basket.

She seemed to have just noticed the extra person next to her.

She looked him up and down, a little confused: "Old Li, who is this..."

"My apprentice is called"

Old Li was a little confused, and turned to ask Luo Men: "What's your name?"

Luo Men was stunned, and then he put away the emotion in his eyes. He was no longer as cold as usual, and answered enthusiastically: "Luo Men, Luo means all-encompassing, and Men means gate. This name was given by the master, and he said it means the beginning of a new era."

Old Li was slightly stunned, and he lowered his chin: "Really? Am I that educated?"

The old woman named Shiyun laughed and scolded: "I told you that you are old and confused, but you still don't listen. Tell me, when did you secretly take in an apprentice? And what can an old fisherman like you do to teach others? You can only catch one fish a day."

Old Li was a little unconvinced: "Who said that? Have I ever starved you? If it weren't for those old guys asking me to play chess every day, I would definitely be able to catch a lot of fish every day like when I was young."

"Haha, you also know that you are not doing your job all day long? I..."

Shiyun paused and rolled her eyes at him: "I have guests today and I am too lazy to talk to you. Here, here, here, you cook today and I will chat with Xiao Luo."

"Let me do it, let me do it. Master likes to eat this, I'll make it."

Romen quickly took the basket, his eyes unconsciously moistened. He seemed to remember that when he was very young, it was also such an old voice that gently coaxed him and quarreled with the one who established order.

Unfortunately, mortals will never be able to control life and death, and the lifespan of gold is still too short.

He only remembered that gentle childhood. Whenever his master taught too strictly, there would always be a gentle voice arguing with the master and protecting him behind it.

Finally, he looked at his own stubborn but resolute back, sighed repeatedly, turned around and made a bowl of fish soup himself.

Shiyun watched Luo Mon kill the fish skillfully, thought about it, and for some reason did not stop him.

Sitting not far away with Lao Li, he looked at Luo Men with a smile and asked in a low voice: "Do you feel that this boy is familiar?"

"Nonsense, I'm your apprentice, how could I not be familiar with him?"

"Uh, tsk, you I mean I'm familiar with it."

"You?" Old Li looked Shiyun up and down, and finally shook his head: "You haven't seen her before, how can you be familiar with her?"

"How do you know I haven't seen it?"

Old Li was stunned for a moment, then raised his head proudly: "This brat hasn't even finished his apprenticeship yet. I will definitely hand over a perfect disciple to inherit my legacy."

As he spoke, his cloudy eyes rolled around and he said with a smile: "In fact, when those old men asked me to play chess, I didn't go many times. I just went to teach this kid. I wanted to give you a surprise, but I didn't expect..."

Shiyun looked at him suspiciously: "Really?"

"Of course, when have I ever lied to you?"

"Old Li, do you know? When you lie, your hands will grab the corners of your clothes and your eyes will look upwards."

"Ahem, nonsense, I have never lied, it must be your illusion."

"Haha, it's been a lifetime, how can I admit my mistake? Come on, forget it, I think this young man is also very congenial, forget it this time, next time..."

"Hehe. There won't be a next time."

Two old voices continued to sound.

Luo Men looked at the processed fish and the pot, with some struggle in his eyes. His master's obsession was peace and people living and working in peace and contentment.

It was difficult outside, but in his dream he had the life he always dreamed of, and his mistress was still alive.
Do I really want to wake him up?
I have already reached the ninth level of legend. It would be nice if I could let my master leave with a sweet dream.

At least, in his dreams he can live the life he has always dreamed of.

Five hundred years.
Master is too tired.
The aroma began to waft, and Luo Men tasted the fish soup.

The taste is still so familiar, but why is it so salty?
(End of this chapter)