Chapter 249
Ice pin twelve rounds, and the sky is full of ice blooming like a wind and snow overwhelming wasteland.
The blue sword light wheel spins in the sky like a stone mill, and the dark purple thunder in the sky like a spider web is as thick as a bucket of crackle strikes on the ice wheel, being ground inch by inch.
The sparks of black and purple splashed out from the huge ice wheel in the sky and fell to the earth. At first, it was still very large, like a wave of different colors. When it approached the earth, it was already Stars and dots.
The dark purple sparks scattered to the stars fell to the ground, because the weakening of the twelve rounds of ice sales 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 extends the hand, and the dark purple spark falls on the palm of his hand.
The young man looked at the sky, looking forward to martial power for the first time.
The purple and black stars are raining a little bit, which arouses everyone's mood.
This is not just a simple escape power, it also carries the power of Rakshasa’s dream... what kind of dreamy beauty it is... It’s dizzying.
In the sky, Rakshasa is still pushing the dark purple thunder to unleash the power of the dream thunder.
The power of Mengling penetrated the space and began to affect Wenjian Guming.
The white-haired swordman was in a trance for a while.
Dream and reality are intertwined.
As if being under an endangered cliff, in front of him is a Huafa old man whose lower body merges with the rock.
The clothes are ragged and haggard.
Wen Jian Guming looked at his hands at this time, he looked like a child.
Before asking Jian Guming always had this name, he was just an extremely ordinary child...There was an extremely ordinary name called Shi Bo.
When Shibo's Adoptive Father died at the hands of the head of the extinction evil spirit [Future Slayer], and after he also fell off the cliff, he met someone who changed his life.
One of the two strikers of Haoran, [the end of the 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, traded with Death God, in exchange for two bones engraved with peerless martial arts, and mastered Divine Sword style of horrible death.
However, Death God’s transactions are always full of deceit and cunning. The two bones actually symbolize Qiu Daitian’s two leg bones, so a generation of sword experts has since sealed the cliff, and the lower body has turned into a rock. , Sealed here forever.
Shi Bobo inherited Qiu Daitian’s lifelong hatred, and got him to use his life to pass on the merits and to kill Death God as the incarnation of Wenjian Guming to walk the rivers and lakes.
Didn't expect, now in this dream world, I can see my teacher again.
"Shi Bo my good discipline, you finally come to see me as a teacher"
The old man in front of Huafa extends the hand to the child-like Shi Bo, seems to be calling History waves move forward.
Wen Jian Guming’s consciousness was in a trance for a while, as if affected by the power of this dream, he staggered and took a step forward...
Then he waved his fist towards Smashed forward.
In the process of swinging his fist, Shi Bobo's figure gradually changed, and his clothes also changed accordingly, and his whole body changed back to the white-haired swordman of Wen Jian Guming.
With a punch, the sword intent burst out from the fist and collided with the invisible demonic energy transformed by Qiu Daitian’s illusion.
The old man Huafa's face gradually became hideous, and he roared fiercely at Wen Jian Guming:
"How is it possible, how can you resist the influence of my power!?"
Asked Jian Guming and didn't say much. In this dream, there was no need to say any extra words. He just pulled out the mottled bronze ancient sword behind him.
"Sword•Ice Tears."
This sword transforms the pale cold ice sword qi like tears and torrents.
I don’t know if it’s the tears of sword edge or the tears of ice crystals...or the tears that the child who fell off the cliff shed when he was in a dream and did not dare to show in front of others...
p>If the person facing this environment is really Wen Jian Guming himself, he may have really fallen into this dream technique... Fortunately, Han Feng, who has turned Wen Jian Guming, is still in Wen Jian Guming's body. This person's consciousness... is enough to keep Wen Jian Guming awake.
Ice tears sword qi passed, the dream is shattered!
The dream is broken in the dream, the white-haired swordsman who drives the twelve rounds of sword qi on ice came back to his senses, and the calm and composed eyes have a little more anger and killing intent.
Propelled by the bronze sword body of the lonely sword edge, the entire huge ice wheel rotates, slowly pushing forward against the rioting dark purple long heavenly thunder.
Mo Rakshasa, who is driving the thunder of dreams, did not expect that Wenjian Guming would be able to rely on her unfavorable dream spells, and was forced to retreat in the sky by the ice wheel...
"Damn...If it wasn't for my overwhelming majority's power to be sealed under the ground by this and that bastard...How could it be..."
Mo Rakshasa gritted his teeth and retreated in the sky, his voice suppressed strongly Anger.
The dignified Monster Sovereign was forced to this level by a mortal who could not even reach Innate... It is simply an extraordinary shame and humiliation...
One person, one demon, one entry One retreat.
Wen Jian Guming just led the huge blue roulette with twelve rounds of ice to spin in the sky, pushing Rakshasa completely away from the clouds and dust crowd.
Mo Rakshasa was so embarrassed that his real power finally broke out, and a huge magical shadow suddenly appeared behind him...It is his hundred zhang body.
The illusory shadow of the body screamed from the sky, and the majestic demonic energy in the sky suddenly began to surge, rolling into his body from behind Rakshasa.
As Rakshasa even sucked in demonic energy to restore his strength, the dark purple thunder rioted instantly, thunder and lightning, and the sky was full of turmoil!
Under the thundering lightning, the sword qi of the twelve rounds of ice sales...broken!
"Mortal power, cut!"
Mo Rakshasa even looked at the broken huge ice wheel with full of disdain, as if to express the pride of Monster Sovereign.
However, his response was...
"Sword•Ice Mark."
The sword of ice mark spreads above the sky, and the ice above the sky The white sword qi is the purest frozen ice, which turns into a thousand Dao Pattern like broken glass like a soul, enclosing the body of Rakshasa even in it.
Mo Rakshasa was even wrapped in the ice scar sword qi. It was not a panic. After all, he was the emperor of Monster Realm. He had experienced big scenes. He had his hands out and manipulated the black demonic energy around his body to resist.
"Mortal, is this your hole card? Only this!"
At this moment, Jian Guming finally responded to Rakshasa:
"The twelve rounds of ice sale will make you hate."
The white-haired swordman stands high in the sky, calling me with both hands, and pulling it back, the lonely sword in his hand looks like The arrows on the bowstring condense the mysterious energy between Heaven and Earth.
It is called "Twelve Rounds of Ice Sale", but in fact, it is the purest Death God sword!
Dark green and black are intertwined...
The silent thunder rushes across the sky...
The deadliest sword that astounds the entire dream sky!
Mo Rakshasa even wanted to dodge, but found that Wen Jian Guming's ice-scarred sword qi just now seemed to be a horrible cage that completely sealed him up.
At this time, Monster Race Sovereign can only face this Death God sword.
There was a huge shock! ! !
Heaven and Earth panic!
The whole dream is trembling for the sword of Death God. The black wasteland has lost its originality like a distorted film, and everything is extremely blurred.
The sky is completely obscured by the power of Death God intertwined with dark green and black...
Stars, dreams, sword qi...all concepts are intertwined...
Finally, on the invisible sky, there was a light sigh that no one could hear:
"I felt a Jiangnan dream in front of the lamp, and I felt melancholy."
This is not Wen Jian Guming’s sigh...but Han Feng’s sigh...
When the dream collapsed, Han Feng was also affected by the power of Rakshasa... Dreams of grandeur ...I dream of...hometown...