The astonishing sword light slowly dissipated.

Zhao Li slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and his eyes flashed.

A knife.

Just a knife.

The warrior who was able to kill Zhao Li with one punch had already been separated, and the dead could not die again.

Maybe it's because he has no power to fight back in front of Nangong Gang.

Zhao subconsciously found various reasons.

For example, Nangong Gang is just an imaginary image in his memory after all, for example, Nangong Gang here has no combat experience, but can only punch mechanically, but no matter how many reasons there are, it can't erase a little bit - the young man in front of him, who is a little introverted and gentle when he speaks, has the strong strength to be able to hit Nangong Gang head-on.

What an amazing sword light.

Compared with Hongfang's father's fierce knife technique, it is even more shocking.

Zhao Centrifugal thoughts were surging and churning.

Ji Xin didn't expect that the opponent in front of him in Sidi's costume was so vulnerable, he subconsciously blinked, looked at the scattered clouds, and then looked at the knife in his hand.

Such a subtle and unfathomable means.

Such a weak opponent.

He even had a certain unreal feeling for a while, and then thought of what he said earlier that he was not good at martial arts, and with a slight sudden and enlightenment, he looked at the figure sitting on the bluestone with a flat bearing, and said respectfully:

"Is it because Xin is not good at martial arts, did the immortal chief give Xin such a weak opponent first?"

He carried the quaint bronze knife upside down, his face full of sincerity and gratitude.

"Thank you for your understanding. ”

Xin is ready and willing to show what he has learned for the Immortal Elder here. ”

"Please ask the Immortal Chief to invite a real opponent, even if Xin is defeated, he will definitely do his best!"

Weak......

A real opponent?

The corners of the 'Immortal Chief', who was smashed by the weak opponent, twitched slightly.

Zhao Li looked down at the picture on the scroll, and when Ji Xin was concentrating on the knife just now, the words on the picture suddenly condensed a full three lines, and the voice in his ears became much clearer, and he could hear that it was an old and kind voice, and the syllables were simple, as if he was going to be submerged in the depths of his mind.

His conjecture was clearly correct.

But now the real problem has arisen, in his memory, there is no better fight than Nangong Gang, and compared with Ji Xin, Nangong Gang is just a knife.

Looking at the sincere Ji Xin, he fell silent.

Even Nangong Gang is not an opponent, and Hongfang's father is probably just a one-size-fits-all approach.

And the world he was in was in,It's impossible to have a more powerful human being than this kind of warrior in the wilderness.,Besides.,I don't know what kind of screening method it's based on.,The pictures on the picture scroll that represent your memories have collapsed for the most part.,Only some games remain.。

Zhao Li's thoughts were slightly stunned, and he found a blind spot.

Game......

This is the dream, the currently known clue that can shape the person or object in cognition.

So is it possible......

He looked at the respectful and silent young man in front of him, and his fingers tentatively dotted on the scroll, and pointed at a certain boss in his memory, pure white clouds were churning like ocean waves, but they did not gather and form.

Zhao centrifugal in the micro-movement.

It is good to have a reaction, and there may be other limitations if there is no molding.

He pointed his finger on the memory of the picture one by one, the clouds continued to surge, Ji Xin noticed the abnormality, and hung his head more respectfully, after more than a dozen breaths, there was finally a picture that responded to Zhao Li, but unlike before, this time there was a simple and rigid ideological feedback in the picture scroll.

It probably means that this character can appear in dreams, but because Zhao Li has not directly seen this character, and many of these abilities exceed the knowledge structure in Zhao Li's dream memory, they cannot be fully realized.

This was the first feedback of this picture scroll, Zhao Li took this opportunity to express his thoughts again, and after a silence, this pure white space changed violently, and the clouds gathered in front of Ji Xin.

Although he had seen such a method before, seeing it again, Ji Xin's heart was still full of shock.

Just as he was distracted, he suddenly noticed that an extremely oppressive aura was pressing on his body, his expression changed, and the knife in his hand was raised suddenly, turning from a single-handed knife to a two-handed knife, one side of the blade was facing forward, and the blade was constantly buzzing.

The whole body of his body was frantically reminding him that it was dangerous, extremely dangerous!

Ji Xin's eyes contracted.

Who is it?!

The clouds slowly dispersed.

What appeared in front of him was a giant warrior who was almost as tall as the Yi Clan.

Wearing heavy armor, he was half-kneeling on the ground, and one side of his body was stuck in a huge long-handled blade, which was cut on one side, the edge of which was shaped like a giant axe, but in front of it was a part that could be stabbed like a spear, and it exuded an innegligible bloody aura.

His chest was pierced directly by a spiral greatsword, and it seemed that an extremely long and distant time had passed, and black and red blood was still flowing from the blade.

This is a warrior who fights to the death, especially refuses to fall.

He was no longer alive, and he had been dead for a long time.

But that huge sense of oppression still pressed down on him with the momentum of the churning sea, Ji Xin's pupils suddenly contracted, his body tensed, and because of fear, small pimples appeared on the back of his neck.

Zhao Li looked at the tall warriors that emerged, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

In the game, it already has oppressive power, and now it appears in the dream, and the oppressive force is much stronger, this tall warrior in his memory, it was originally gray-black armor, but at this moment it appeared in the dream, but it was a pale gold heavy armor.

And it is an armor with oriental charm like lion armor swallowing shoulder chain armor.

Sure enough, the rules of dream shaping can be changed to a certain extent.

Zhao Li confirmed his conjecture and looked at Ji Xin.

Facing this fierce and brutal warrior head-on, Ji Xin was far from being as calm as when he stabbed Nangong Gang with a knife before, his teeth were clenched, his eyes were staring at the opponent in front of him, his body was slightly prostrate, his back was back, and the muscles of his arms were revealed, like a cheetah ready to attack.

He pressed his heart that was beating wildly, looked at Zhao Li, and his voice even trembled slightly:

"Immortal Chief, this, this is ......"

Zhao Li looked at the warrior who had been pierced through the chest by the big sword.

The thoughts in my heart were racing, and I realized that I had to give a big enough identity to be able to make the young man in front of him lose his mind and make the cheats in the picture scroll emerge faster, anyway, in a dream, thinking of the unicorn in Ji Xin's memory, Zhao Li said slowly:

"Him?"

"Have you heard of Heavenly Court?"

"Heavenly Court? Xin has never heard of this. ”

Zhao Li hooked the corner of his lips - I haven't heard of it, that's the best, and then retracted the look on his face, stroked the armor next to him, and said in a plain and distant tone:

"He is the Djinn God who died in the Heavenly Court. ”

Ji Xin murmured, "Djinn, god?!"

"Not bad. ”

"Why don't you pull out this sword?"

Zhao Li pointed at the spiral greatsword that inserted into the heart of the 'Giant Spirit God'.

Ji Xin glanced at the half-kneeling warrior, took a deep breath, slowly stretched out his hand, grasped the pure white sword, mustered up his strength, and pulled it back suddenly, to his surprise, this sword was easily pulled out by him.

Then the half-kneeling 'Djinn God' suddenly exhaled!

That bloody and murderous aura rose majestically with tenfold and hundredfold spirit, and the 'Giant Spirit God' roared suddenly, holding the giant blade next to him in one hand, and stood up, the pale golden lion armor on his body trembled, such a swift movement brought the torrent of wind, and the tall body cast shadows, almost overwhelming the sky and the earth for a moment.

Ji Xin's breathing suddenly froze.

Beside the shadows, Zhao Li's clothes moved slightly, and he said flatly:

"This is your next opponent, you can call him ......"

"Ancient instructor. ”

PS: If you don't know the character, you can be the boss of the game in this world, and it doesn't affect the reading.

Although the weapon is called a war halberd, it is completely different from the Fang Tian painting halberd in everyone's impression, so it is compared with an exaggerated long-handled battle axe~