......

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

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

Merely......

Different from the small world he had seen before, there were obviously some changes in the small world this time, for example, the fruit on the big tree in the sky had become textured, and there seemed to be some faint light flashing in the sea.

Of course, the most conspicuous thing is the purple fruit on the tree.

The crystal and strange purple light emanated from the purple fruit, and slowly, it began to get brighter and brighter, more and more dazzling, and later, it turned the whole small world purple.

The trees were reflected purple, the leaves were bathed in purple light, and even the endless sea had purple light shining on the surface of the sea.

And with the purple light getting more and more prosperous.

Fang Zhengzhi felt a murderous hatred growing in his heart, and even he had an urge to uncontrol himself, which made his consciousness slowly blur.

Later......

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

It was an ancient city made entirely of crimson rocks, and from a distance, it looked like a giant beast bathed in blood.

And on the tower of the ancient city, there are two big red characters written.

Blood Shadow.

Of course, Fang Zhengzhi knew what kind of place Blood Shadow City was, he was just a little strange why he dreamed of such a place, because he had never been there.

If you haven't been there, how can you see it in your dreams?

All right......

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

It was a sword that rose from the ground into the sky, from the bottom to the top, like a dragon rising to the sky, flying beyond the nine heavens, with an earth-shattering dragon roar, enjoying the freedom from all shackles.

In the end, with a kind of arrogance that dominates the world, look back at the ground.

And the name of this sword is called ......

The dragon looks back!

......

The purple dragon that rushed into the sky, with a kind of loneliness high above, roamed and circled in the air, and finally, turned into a distorted purple light and fell towards the head of the middle-aged man of the demon clan who was standing beside the Wu Halberd.

"Kill!"

The icy voice echoed through the purple dragon.

The middle-aged man's gaze was firmly fixed on the distorted purple light, of course he knew that this sword was made by Fang Zhengzhi, and he even knew that Fang Zhengzhi's realm was just the peak of the Amaterasu realm.

Such a sword from such a man.

Originally, he shouldn't have cared.

However, the moment his gaze touched the distorted purple light, he felt a deep fear, not because this distorted purple light contained the power to destroy heaven and earth.

But......

The momentum in this distorted purple light.

It is a kind of arrogance, a kind of arrogance that stands at the pinnacle, a kind of arrogance that fights with a sword and sings happily, but it only takes a sword to cut down the stars.

The sword in the middle-aged man's hand was subconsciously clenched.

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

But can he avoid it?

No!

Because, he is the strongest.

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

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

The reason is simple.

He is reincarnation, reincarnation, and he represents the strong.

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

"Boom!"

A deafening loud collision sound sounded, and two purple strands entangled and tore in the air, emitting bursts of clear and high-pitched dragon groans.

Silence, eerie silence.

The whole world was emitting a sound, and that was the high, high-pitched dragon groan, but there was no second sound other than this.

It's not stillness, but it's more focused than stillness.

The movements in the hands of nearly 50,000 Great Xia soldiers stopped, and they quietly looked at the two entangled purples one by one, and the soldiers of the Southern Regions who surrounded them from the Cold Ape Tribe and the Wind Valley also stopped, and their eyes were all fixed on the two purples in the air without exception.

The faces of the talented people were a little red, because they had forgotten to breathe.

The elites of the demon clan also had a little red on their faces, they were all strong, so they could 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 all true elites who had been extremely rigorously trained, but they still couldn't help but look at the two purples.

Nangong Hao, worship the stars, Wu Ji, Yun Qingwu, Xingqing Sui...... Everyone's eyes were focused on the two entangled purple lines in the air without exception.

Because......

They all had the same thought in their hearts.

How could a person at the peak of the Amaterasu Realm be able to fight against a person from the Reincarnation Realm, and moreover, it was an almost evenly matched sword like now.

"Boom ......"

The dragon's groaning gradually subsided, but the thunder suddenly sounded, and then there was a torrential rain, as big as beans, and it fell from the sky, with the cold of the forest, and the frost that was approaching winter.

The torrential rain sprinkled on the ground, splashing small drops of dust, and after a few moments, it began to wash up the bright red blood on the ground, and it merged into small streams on the ground.

The battlefield seemed to stand still at this moment.

Nearly 50,000 Great Xia soldiers, as well as more than 100,000 soldiers from the Southern Regions, all stood motionless, letting the torrential rain beat on their armor.

It's a little cold.

But they don't feel the cold.

Talents are also drenched in icy rainstorms, if it was before, pampered they would definitely find a comfortable teahouse to hide from the rain, or find a restaurant to drink and sing at the same time, or the most inferior, they will definitely release the field to show their strength in the Amaterasu Realm, and by the way, they will block the rain.

Can ...... now

This did not happen.

All the talents, without exception, stood still, letting the torrential rain hit their faces, and flowed down their wet hair into their necks.

"Why is this happening?"

"How is it possible, there could be such a thing?"

"Am I dreaming?"

A few small voices sounded in the torrential rain, breaking the dragon's chant and disappearing, leaving only the silence of the torrential rain, which was particularly harsh in this silent battlefield.

And then, the still crowd began to stir.

The spears in the hands of nearly fifty thousand soldiers of the Great Xia Dynasty were suddenly raised, and an expression of excitement and excitement appeared on their faces almost at the same time.

The expressions of the more than 100,000 soldiers in the Southern Regions were obviously a little stiff compared to the Great Xia soldiers, because their hearts still precipitated the lingering shock.

Xing Qingsui's expression is very complicated now, but there is a kind of surprise in that complicated expression, a surprise of seeing the sun in the clouds.

The sword in Nangong Hao's hand is now held a little tightly, it is a kind of solemnity, but this solemnity obviously does not come from the opponent standing in front of him.

Rather, it comes from within.

"Fang Zhengzhi!" Bai Xing rarely called out the name of another person when he was fighting against him, but at this moment, he shouted it clearly.

Moreover, he shouted so coldly.

......

Fang Zhengzhi has always had a feeling of dreaming, he feels that the small world he saw after he fainted 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, it was of course also a dream.

It was precisely because he felt that all of this was a dream, so he had not had too many inner fluctuations, except for the increasingly inflated killing intent.

But now, ......

He felt that the dream seemed to be becoming more and more real.

Because, as if he was back on the battlefield, he saw Yan Xiu, a Yan Xiu who was standing in front of him, with a red light flashing on his body, and Yan Xiu, with his back to him.

In addition to Yan Xiu, there were two middle-aged men who were staring at him with wide eyes, and among them, there was a man whose sword in his hand was still stained with blood.

Of course, everything he saw was covered with a kind of purple, like blood on the ground, he could feel that it was 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 Zhengcheng wanted to ask, what's wrong? Are you guys fighting?

However, when he saw the blood in Yan Xiu's mouth and the red light on his body, he still didn't ask this sentence in the end, because a monstrous killing intent had already occupied his heart.

Yan Xiu is injured?

Fang Zhengzhi probably felt that he should be dreaming, but even if he was dreaming, he didn't really 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 intent in his heart was being transmitted to Yan Xiu's heart, and he could clearly feel that Yan Xiu's heart understood what he meant.

Of course, that's exactly what happened.

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

Fang Zhengzhi's gaze returned to the two middle-aged men in front of him again, to be exact, to the middle-aged man whose sword was stained with blood.

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

Anyway......

It's just a dream.

And then, he did so, and as for the moves, he didn't think too much about them, because he only had one move in his mind now, and that was the sword he saw just now.

That sword that divided the Blood Shadow Ancient City into two and still leaves traces in the Blood Shadow City.

The purple dragon rises.

Burst into the sky, eventually turning into a twisted purple.

Fang Zhengzhi felt that this must be a dream, because he never thought that he would be able to really use this sword, and the power of this sword would be so huge.

Torrential rain begins to fall at this time.

The drops fell on his face, and it seemed to be slightly cool, but the purple in front of him was not washed away, but became more and more intense.

The world, turned purple, and the rainstorm was 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 rather, it was no longer a sword, but just a hilt without any blade.

As a powerhouse in the reincarnation realm.

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

But his sword was broken, and it was broken into powder.

Then there is only one explanation, his way of reincarnation is no longer able to protect his sword.

The middle-aged man's gaze was a little silent, it was a kind of helplessness, 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 the cloud dancing in a plain white dress on the cliff of Wind Valley.

In the rainstorm, the corners of the white dress were blown up by the wind, and some of them flew, but the rain was so big that the corners of the white dress were filled with more and more rain, so that the corners of the white dress no longer flew, but fell straight to the ground.

The veil on the face, washed by the rainstorm, is tightly attached to the face, revealing a silhouette that can definitely be felt even if it is invisible.

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

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

The middle-aged man suddenly understood, he seemed to have inadvertently sensed Yun Qingwu's thoughts, and this feeling came from the veil on Yun Qingwu's face that was washed by the torrential rain and clinged to his face.

Because, as if under the veil, he saw a joy.

That's right......

It is joy.

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

Is it because he didn't die?

Or is it because of ......

His strength?

The middle-aged man didn't look at Yun Qingwu anymore, but looked at Fang Zhengzhi in front of him, because he felt that he should do something.

"Can you tell me the name of this sword just now?" The middle-aged man looked at Fang Zhengzhi, his eyes staring at the eyes full of demonic purple light.

"Name?" Fang Zhengcheng didn't know why the person he saw in the dream still had such a strange question, he felt that since you were just a passerby in the dream, then, don't you know what I know?

He was a little dismissive to answer.

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

Maybe......

It was a dusty memory.

Or perhaps, this memory wants people to know that he exists.

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

"This sword is called ...... The dragon looks back!"

(I recommend a book "League of Legends: Legend of the Throne" to readers who play League of Legends, if you like it, you can take a look, well, this author himself is still a little strong, the level of an extraordinary master, of course, there is still a big gap with me!) (To be continued.) )