Whew!

The sea is turbulent, the waves are unsettled, and the waves are rolling incessantly.

The masters of the Special Affairs Bureau who were swept everywhere were all a little dazed, even if it was a white tiger, a master like Su Jie could not be calm.

Compared with this earth-shattering sword, what shocked them even more was the identity of this purple-robed young man.

Sword of Throne?!

No one would think that he was lying, not to mention his appearance that was seven points similar to Mr. An, just this incomparably familiar sword light, Xuan Xing did not have a second home.

But how is this possible?

A sword that not only has a human form, but can also speak with a human tongue?

Sperm?

Rao has experienced a lot of incredible things during this time, and many people are still a little confused.

"Roar~"

There was a dull roar beneath the surface of the sea, painful and unwilling.

"Isn't this all dead?"

Wang Quanjian glared.

Although he can't exert much power because of the limitations of the material, but the demigods are dying, can they still block their sword qi?

He wanted to slash another sword, but suddenly his body shook, as if he felt something, and put down his palm:

"If you don't die, it's useless."

With that, he fell from the sky, and the purple light broke through the wind and waves and landed on the deck of a cruise ship in a flash.

"You, you ....."

Several experts from the Special Affairs Bureau took a step back, their faces jealous.

Wang Quanjian glanced at everyone on the boat, raised his eyebrows, and seemed to have a taste of envy: "It's all human." ”

"Sword of Imperial Power?"

Xu Hongyun got up from the deck and stared at the Wang Quan Sword with very hot eyes: "Are you Mr. An's Wang Quan Sword?" ”

The other masters of the Special Affairs Bureau were very jealous, and could even be said to be frightened, but Xu Hongyun was different, he stared at the Wang Quan Sword, and the heat in his eyes was about to flow out.

A sword that turned into a human form is even more bizarre than the ethereal flying sword in the legend.

"Hmm."

Wang Quanjian snorted, and it was considered to be a response.

After returning from his dream, An Qisheng naturally began to try the newly obtained Dao One Divine Power 'Creation', but the Dao One Divine Power was extremely complicated.

Even if it is An Qisheng, he will not be allowed to enter the door in a short time, and the only thing that can be ignited is the royal sword that has already given birth to a spirit that is not weak and will not have the slightest resistance.

Call~

The Peerless Daoist jumped onto the deck, his tall body trembling slightly, though the mysterious man didn't seem to know the art of hand-to-hand combat.

But the absolute power gap still hurt him.

"Old Xue!"

Xu Hongyun exclaimed, but it was Xue Zheng who was holding the Absolute Dust Daoist.

"He didn't have any injuries, but he couldn't wake up."

The Peerless Daoist glanced at the King Quan Sword with a complicated expression, and his heart was shaken.

That sword fell from the sky, which can be described as huge, but the sword slashed the island and cut off the sea, but Xue Zheng, who was under the blade of the sword, did not suffer the slightest damage.

Isn't that kind of control incredible?

"The old man will be fine."

Wang Quanjian's brows moved, but his attitude towards Xue Zheng was very different, and he didn't see how to move, and he had already arrived in front of the Peerless Dao people.

A slender finger fell and dotted on Xue Zheng's eyebrows:

"The old man is alert, and he has entered the dream, and when I kill the traces of that monster, the old man will naturally return."

The Absolute Dust Daoist frowned.

The casual step of this royal sword, the calm finger dropping, its posture and aura are very similar to An Qisheng, and this is not a deliberate imitation.

This is really getting the same root and the same origin.

Call~

Not long after a finger fell, Wang Quanjian withdrew his palm, sensed it slightly, and said: "The old man's body has a deficit, that monster really deserves to die!" ”

He suddenly became angry, a cold and sharp aura like a cold current and like a sea blow, and the bodies of the people on the deck were all stiff.

Fortunately, the anger was immediately subdued, otherwise, everyone present suspected that they would be paralyzed to the ground.

"There is labor."

The Peerless Daoist nodded, and handed Xue Zheng over to a few experts from the Special Affairs Bureau who came up and sent him to the cabin to rest.

Only then did he look at Wang Quanjian again and sighed slightly:

"An Xiaoyou still has a heart......"

At this time, there was a sudden sense of secrecy in the hearts of the Absolute Dust Daoists, and they really felt the change.

The once ignorant young friend has reached a realm beyond his reach.

Thousands of miles away from the ocean, did you already anticipate what was going to happen?

He rarely had frustration in his life, but at this time, he couldn't help but feel a trace of frustration, and then realized that he was shaken by his state of mind.

"This monster isn't dead."

Xu Hongyun probed Xue Zheng's pulse, walked out of the cabin with a sigh of relief, looked at the island that could be seen in the rolling waves, and gritted his teeth:

"You have to destroy this island to kill him!"

The Peerless Daoist didn't reply, and glanced at Wang Quanjian, but the latter shook his head: "Master let him live, let him live." ”

"This ......"

At this time, Mr. Di also got on the boat and stepped forward with a smile, wanting to say something.

Wang Quanjian ignored him, only nodded to the Peerless Daoist, and once again turned into a ray of light and disappeared above the sea.

He has not yet been able to bear his own carrier, and he cannot live in heaven and earth for a long time.

Staying a little is still for Xue Zheng, but he is naturally too lazy to stay.

Mr. Di's hand froze in mid-air, but he was not embarrassed, and he coughed lightly and grabbed the palm of the Peerless Daoist: "Thank you Daoist for the rescue, otherwise we will suffer heavy losses this time." ”

"Captain Di doesn't have to be polite."

The Peerless Daoist was embarrassed to slap his palm away, and his attitude was not very good: "It's just that this time I go back, Poor Dao suggests that you think about it carefully, and talk about the reason for the almost annihilation this time!" ”

With that, the Peerless Daoist ignored him, flicked his sleeves, and walked to the cabin.

He was injured a lot in this battle, and although he saw that God's body was strong, he couldn't bear it, so how could he have time to fight with these politicians.

"Ahem~"

Mr. Di's old face was a little uncomfortable, and he coughed a few times before he looked at the white tiger: "Captain White Tiger, this matter is ........"

"Mr. Di will take care of this matter himself."

The white tiger looked cold, and one step turned over and fell into the sea, answering a few special combat team members who supported Chu Fan.

“.......”

At this time, Mr. Di's face was really a little unbearable, his chest rose and fell a few times, and he hesitated for a moment and did not call Su Jie, who had just turned over on the boat, but called Ying Long: "Ying Long, withdraw other actions......"

"Yes."

With authority, Ying Long naturally would not refuse his request, and silently let him come down as a step.

"The Sword of Kingship......

Su Jie glanced at Mr. Di, who had a strange look, holding the crystal ball he had recovered, but he couldn't help but think of the purple-robed young man who called himself the 'Sword of Throne'.

Is this a demon?

......

Click~

Thunder exploded.

There is very little thunder in winter, but since the chaos of World War I three years ago, all kinds of abnormal weather have followed.

Thunder in winter and snowfall in June have appeared in various cities more than once, and many people have long been surprised.

"Ah~"

Lin Peng slapped the keyboard irritably, threw away the mouse, and lost again.

"It's getting harder and harder to get people together, and this bastard rat can't see anyone at all now."

Lin Peng was a little irritable in his heart, he originally had a group of regular friends who opened the black, but as one of them became a 'dreamer', it changed.

The dream game that came out of nowhere has become the most popular game in the world, and there is no one.

Even if the number of dreamers is insignificant compared to the number of gamers, it does not affect the gamers' praise and pursuit of this game in the slightest.

A game that is 100% real, does not take up work time, and can even bring back supernatural powers, for the group of players who have been playing for a long time, how tempting it is is simply not something that ordinary people can think of.

This can be seen from the 'Dream Seeker Training Courses' that have sprung up all over the country.

"! Don't play, don't play! ”

Several people who opened the black together were very disappointing, not familiar people, and cooperation was very problematic, and there was no fun for a while.

"Pengzi, are you still playing?"

In the game, a friend asked.

"Forget it, I'm bored with playing, I'm not playing. That's it for today. ”

Lin Peng turned off the game and wandered around the Internet aimlessly.

[Guess! Another identity of the god of the world, he turned out to be ......]

[I didn't expect the god of the world to ......, he hid it too deeply......]

[Worship the god of the world, no exam .....]

[Confession sticker! ] Not much to say, monkey, understand everything! 】

[Data analysis ....... of Truman, the first on the list]

......

Open all the forums, you can see posts like this, open them at will, they are all headlines, random patchwork, and there is no basis for anything.

"This is a god?"

Lin Peng shook his head.

Mr. An, who killed the Giant Serpent of Destruction three years ago, is now undoubtedly the world's No. 1 'Internet celebrity', and his popularity has remained high for three years.

It's not just about the big mysteries, it's on a global scale.

This is also normal, these years there are a large number of believers who only rely on fooling masters, not to mention such an existence that has really manifested saints around the world.

It's just that this one is still alive, otherwise, he would have been pulled in by various sects to 'become a god'.

In fact, now this part-time job on the Internet includes but is not limited to the "God of Wealth", "Moon Lao", "Sending Sons" and other gods.

It's a 'Dreamers Forum' where a lot of dreamers are sharing all sorts of things.

Or record your own dream journey, or share the interesting customs and customs, and even some snack practices that are not available in the real world.

It's more about the interpretation of dreams, how to join the royal power at the beginning, cultivate advanced martial arts at the beginning, and so on.

Of course, there are also all kinds of large and small organizations that don't know the truth or falsehood are recruiting, and Lin Peng's eyes are hot when he sees the conditions offered.

Unfortunately, he is not a dreamer.

"After sharing so much, tell me how to play this game?"

Looking at the advertisement that popped up, Lin Peng was speechless: "This forum is too bad, why are there still advertisements jumping out?" ......

Rub, poisoned? Why can't you ×?! ”

Wait a minute.....

Glancing at the plug in his hand, and then at the screen that was still on, Lin Peng's scalp was a little numb.

What the hell is going to work?!

What's the situation......