Gate of God

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Fang Zhengzhi didn't know whether he was sober or not sober now. He only remembered that after being hit by Yan Xiu, he had a dream, a somewhat weird dream.

In the dream, the place he first came to was his small world.

only……

Unlike the small world he saw before, this time there have been some obvious changes in the small world. For example, the fruit on the big tree in the sky has become textured, and there seems to be some light shining in the sea. move.

Of course, the most prominent is the purple fruit on the big tree.

The crystal-clear and magical purple light radiated from the purple fruit. Slowly, it started to get brighter and dazzling. Later, the whole small world became purple.

The trees are reflected in purple, the leaves are also bathed in purple light, and even the endless sea has a purple light flashing on the sea surface.

And as Ziguang became more and more prosperous.

Fang Zhengzhi felt a kind of killing hate breed in his heart, and even he had an impulse that could not control himself. This impulse slowly blurred his consciousness.

Later,...

When he opened his eyes again, he saw an ancient city.

This is an ancient city made entirely of deep red rocks. From a distance, it looks like a giant beast bathed in blood.

On the tower of the ancient city, there are also two large red characters written on it.

Blood shadow.

Of course, Fang Zhengzhi knows where the Blood Shadow City is. He is just a little strange. Why did he dream of such a place, because he has never been there.

Haven't been there, how can I see it in my dream?

Ok……

This is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that he saw a sword.

It was a sword rising from the ground into the sky. From bottom to top, it seemed to rise from the sky, roaming nine days outside the dragon, with the earth-shaking dragon chant, enjoying the freedom from all restraints.

In the end, looking back on the ground with a kind of loneliness that dominates the world.

The name of this sword is...

The dragon looks back!

...

The purple dragon that rushed into the sky, with a loneliness high above, wandered in the air, circling, and finally, it turned into a twisted purple light and fell towards the head of the middle-aged man of the demon who was standing beside the halberd.

"kill!"

The cold, biting voice echoed in the purple dragon.

The middle-aged man's eyes were fixed on the twisted purple light. Of course, he knew that the sword came out of Fang Zhengzhi. He even knew that Fang Zhengzhi's realm was nothing but the peak of Tianzhao Realm.

Such a sword used by such a person.

Originally, he should not care.

However, at the moment his eyes touched the twisted purple light, he had a deep fear, not because the twisted purple light contained the power to destroy heaven and earth.

But...

The momentum in this twisted purple light.

It was a kind of arrogance, a kind of solitude standing on the peak, a kind of solitary arrogance with a sword and red dust, happy to sing, but with only one sword.

The sword in the middle-aged man's hands tightened subconsciously.

He couldn't feel the power of this sword, but he had a feeling that this sword was so strong that he had the urge to avoid it.

But can he avoid it?

No!

Because he is the strong man.

This is a kind of arrogance born in the heart, and also a kind of dignity born in the heart, especially when he is standing behind a figure in a plain white dress.

There was a crack in the sword in his hand, which was the result of taking Yan Xiu's move, but he didn't care too much.

the reason is simple.

He is samsara, and samsara represents the strong.

So, his sword was raised, and the blade was also filled with purple light, like lightning, facing the twisted purple that fell towards him...

"boom!"

A trembling loud collision sounded, and two purples were entangled in the air, tearing, emitting a clear and high sound of dragon chanting.

Silence, strange silence.

The whole world is making a sound, that is the high and high Dragon's Yin, but, besides this sound, there is no second sound.

This is not static, but it is more focused than static.

The movement of the nearly fifty thousand Sergeant Xia stopped, and looked at the two purples that were entangled quietly, and the soldiers from the Southern Region surrounded by the Han Ape Tribe and the Valley of Wind also stopped. Their eyes Without exception, all stared at the two purples in the air.

The geniuses' faces were a little bit red, because they had forgotten to breathe.

The elites of the Demon Race are also somewhat red on the face. They are all strong, so they can naturally feel the powerful power contained in these two purples.

The swords in the hands of the dragon guards were fixed in the air. In fact, they were really elite who were extremely rigorously trained, but they still couldn't help looking at the two purples.

Nangong Hao, Bai Xing, Wu Ji, Yun Qingwu, Xing Qingsui... everyone's gaze focused on the two entangled purples in the air without exception.

because……

They all have the same idea in their hearts.

How is it possible for a person at the pinnacle of Tianzhao Realm to face a sword with a person who is in reincarnation, and it is still as close to a sword as now.

"Boom..."

Long Yin faded, but the thunder suddenly sounded. Then, there was a torrential rain, a torrential rain as big as a bean, which suddenly fell from the sky, with a cold cold, and frost near the winter.

The torrential rain fell on the ground, splashing the starting point of dust, and after a while, it began to flush the bright red blood on the ground and merged into a small stream on the ground.

At this moment the battlefield seemed to become static.

Nearly 50,000 Sergeants Xia, and more than 100,000 soldiers from the Southern Region were still standing still, letting the rainstorm strike their armor.

Some are cold.

However, they did not feel cold.

The geniuses are also drowning in cold rainstorms. If they used to be pampered, they would find a comfortable tea house to hide from the rain, or find a restaurant to drink and sing while singing, or the most subordinate, they will definitely release the field to highlight it. By the way, the strength of your own heaven and earth can stop the rain.

But now...

Such a scene did not happen.

All the talented people, without exception, stood still, letting the rain hit their faces and flowing into their necks along their wet hair.

"Why is this happening?"

"How could this happen?"

"Am I dreaming?"

Several small sounds sounded in the rainstorm, breaking the Dragon Yin and disappearing, leaving only the silence of the rainstorm, in this silent battlefield, it seemed extraordinarily harsh.

Then, the still crowd began to have a commotion.

The spears in the hands of nearly 50,000 sergeants of the Xia dynasty suddenly lifted up, and their faces showed an excited and excited expression almost at the same time.

The expressions of more than one hundred thousand soldiers in the South Region are obviously more rigid than that of Sergeant Daxia, because they still have the lingering shock in their hearts.

Xing Qingsui's expression is very complicated, but there is a surprise in the complex expression, a surprise to see the sun in the clouds.

The sword in Nangonghao's hands is now tightly gripped, which is a kind of dignity, but this dignity is obviously not from the opponent standing in front of him.

Instead, it comes from within.

"Fangzheng!" Bai Xing rarely yells another person's name when playing against one person, but at this moment, he shouted clearly.

Moreover, it was so cold.

...

Fang Zhengzhi has always had a feeling of dreaming. He felt that the small world he saw after the coma must be a dream, and the purple light that filled the small world should also be a dream.

As for the blood shadow ancient city that appeared in front of him, of course it was also a dream.

Because he thinks all this is a dream, he hasn't had much inner fluctuations, except for the more inflated killing intention.

But now...

He felt that the dream seemed to become more and more real.

Because, he seemed to be back on the battlefield again. He saw Yan Xiu, who was standing in front of him, with a red light flashing on his body, and used it, with his back facing him.

In addition to Yan Xiu, there are two middle-aged men staring at themselves with wide eyes, and one of the men's sword is still stained with blood.

Of course, everything he saw was covered with a kind of purple. For example, the blood on the ground, he could feel it as red blood, but in his eyes, it was purple.

Similarly, the faces of the two middle-aged men standing in front of him were also purple.

Fang Zhengzhi wanted to ask, what's wrong? Are you fighting?

However, when he saw the blood in Yan Xiu's mouth, as well as the red light on his body, he did not ask this sentence in the end, because a monstrous murderous intention had occupied his heart.

Yan Xiu was injured?

Fang Zhengzhi probably thinks he should be dreaming, but even if he is dreaming, he doesn't want to see Yan Xiu being beaten like this?

So he put his hand on Yan Xiu's shoulder.

He didn't speak, but he knew that the killing intention in his heart was being transmitted to Yan Xiu's heart, and he could obviously feel that Yan Xiu's heart understood what he meant.

Of course, the same is true.

Yan Xiu slowly closed his eyes and sat on the ground.

Fang Zhengzhi's gaze returned to the two middle-aged men in front of him, to be precise, to the middle-aged man with the sword in his hands.

"Kill!" Fang Zhengzhi didn't think too much.

Anyway...

It's just a dream.

And then, he did it this way. As for the moves, he also did not consider too much, because he now only has one move in his heart, that is the sword he saw just now.

The sword that divided the blood shadow ancient city into two, and still leaves traces in the blood shadow city.

Purple Tamron rises.

Rushing into the sky, it finally turned into a twisted purple.

Fang Zhengzhi thinks this must be a dream, because he never thought he could really use this sword, and the power of this sword would be so great.

Heavy rain began to fall at this time.

Didi splattered on his face, which seemed to be slightly cool, but the purple in front of him was not washed away, but became stronger and stronger.

The world has become purple, and the rainstorm is also purple.

Is this a dream?

A dream with only purple?

...

"Ding!" The sword in the middle-aged man's hand fell to the ground, or it was no longer a sword, but a handle without any blade.

As a strong man in reincarnation.

Even if there is a crack in the sword in his hand, it will not be destroyed, because his way of reincarnation will protect the sword in his hand.

However, his sword broke and became powder powder.

There is only one explanation, his way of reincarnation can no longer protect his sword.

The middle-aged man's gaze was a bit silent, it was a kind of helpless silence. He didn't understand what was happening in front of him, but he knew that some facts could not be changed.

"Young Master!" The middle-aged man looked back at Yun Qingwu in the plain white dress on the cliff of Fenggu Valley.

During the heavy rain, the skirt angle of Yun Qingwu's white skirt was blown up by the wind, and some fluttered. However, the rain was too big, so big that the skirt angle of the white skirt was filled with more and more rain. In this way, the white skirt The corner of the skirt no longer flew, but fell straight to the ground.

The veil on the face was tightly attached to the face because of the torrential rain, revealing a beautiful silhouette that can be felt even if it is not visible.

The middle-aged man wanted to say something to Yun Qingwu.

However, he found that Yun Qingwu's gaze did not seem to look at him, but to a young man standing not far in front of him.

The middle-aged man suddenly understood. He seemed to inadvertently feel the idea in Yun Qingwu's heart. This feeling originated from the veil that Yun Qingwu's face was washed by the heavy rain and tightly attached to his face.

Because he seemed to see a joy under the veil.

That's right...

It is joy.

The middle-aged man did not know where this joy came from, but he vaguely felt that this joy might have something to do with the youth in front of him.

Is it because there is no death?

Still because...

His strong?

The middle-aged man did not look at Yun Qingwu again, but looked at Fang Zhengzheng in front of him because he felt he should do something.

"Can you tell me the name of the sword just now?" The middle-aged man looked at Fang Zhengzheng, staring closely at the eyes filled with strange purple light.

"Name?" Fang Zhengzheng didn't know why the person I saw in the dream ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ would have such a strange problem, he thinks that since you are just a passerby in the dream, then, do you know what I know? do you know?

He disdained to answer.

However, when he heard the question of a middle-aged man and the sword flashed in his mind, he suddenly had the urge to say the name again.

perhaps……

It was a dusty memory.

Or maybe this memory wants people to know his existence.

I don't know what the reason is. In short, Fang Zhengzhi finally answered the middle-aged man's question. The answer was very simple and straightforward.

"This sword is called...Long look back!"

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