Jiang Pingchuan looked at Zhou Shixuan in front of him, and Zhou Shixuan's eyes were full of fear. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

She never thought that she seemed to have a nightmare when she saw Jiang Pingchuan, and her head was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans.

He just got up and wanted to wipe the sweat on his forehead for Jiang Pingchuan, but Jiang Pingchuan suddenly waved the long sword in his hand against his neck without warning. Zhou Shixuan trembled her lips and looked at Jiang Pingchuan in front of her, and the fierceness in Jiang Pingchuan's eyes gradually dissipated.

Then Jiang Pingchuan slowly withdrew the giant ruler in his hand, and Jiang Pingchuan glanced at it when he took back the giant ruler.

The giant ruler in his hand is still a giant ruler, Jiang Pingchuan sniffed his body, and his snort seemed to be filled with a faint smell of blood.

But now that he was not on the battlefield, Jiang Pingchuan took back his huge ruler and arched his hand at Zhou Shixuan.

"I'm sorry," Jiang Pingchuan said with an embarrassed look at Zhou Shixuan in front of him, Zhou Shixuan smiled and shook his head.

Jiang Pingchuan looked very weird just now, and the weirdness was even more prominent when Jiang Pingchuan fell asleep.

Zhou Shixuan has never seen a person who can arouse such a strong murderous aura in his sleep, and that feeling is like facing a battle of thousands of troops.

"Is it a nightmare," Zhou Shixuan said with a slight smile as she looked at Jiang Pingchuan.

Jiang Pingchuan raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded, in fact, he didn't know if he was dreaming.

If it was a dream that just appeared, Jiang Pingchuan really felt the tragedy of the battlefield.

But if it was not a dream just now, it would be impossible for him to escape from the battlefield because of that person's struggle.

Since he was able to enter that battlefield, if it weren't for the dream, he was afraid that he would be dead now.

Jiang Pingchuan took a deep breath, leaned against the stone wall, and closed his eyes again.

Jiang Pingchuan had just closed his eyes, and suddenly felt a chill.

He tried to open his eyes, but found that he couldn't do it now.

He wanted to speak, but he obviously felt that he had made a sound, but he didn't get a response from Zhou Shixuan.

Jiang Pingchuan took a deep breath and suddenly opened his eyes, but he used all his strength, and his eyes only opened a small gap.

And the scene that rushed into his eyes was also fleeting, although Jiang Pingchuan saw it for a short time, he still saw something.

He saw Zhou Shixuan sitting in front of him with his eyes closed and waving his hands, as if Zhou Shixuan was doing some magic at him.

When Jiang Pingchuan wanted to open his eyes again, he found that he couldn't seem to do anything.

Jiang Pingchuan felt a strong restraining force restraining him, no matter how he struggled, the result was the same.

When Jiang Pingchuan felt that the restraint on his body was gone, he suddenly opened his eyes.

But what appeared in front of him was no longer the canyon, and there was no figure of Zhou Shixuan, Jiang Pingchuan once again returned to the battlefield.

What he saw was the scene after the end of the war, the whole battlefield was filled with the smell of blood, and everywhere there was red blood.

Jiang Pingchuan knelt on one knee and held the Feng Hao Sword in his hand, and the sword body of the Feng Hao Sword left scratches one after another.

Jiang Pingchuan saw the silver light among the thousands of corpses, Jiang Pingchuan stood up and staggered over.

He looked at the man's body, which was covered in bloody holes, and he couldn't stand to face the war after all.

Jiang Pingchuan picked up the man in front of him and held his spear, he held the man's wrist tightly and used the cold to freeze the man's body.

At this point, the man finally stood straight on this battlefield, and Jiang Pingchuan took the sharp sword in his hand and walked towards the other side of the battlefield step by step.

He wanted to get out of this battlefield, but after walking for a long time, Jiang Pingchuan found that there were corpses everywhere, blood everywhere, and broken soldiers.

When he looked back, the man was still standing not far away, and when he saw this, Jiang Pingchuan understood.

I belong to this battlefield like that person, and no matter how I go, I can't get out of this battlefield.

The life that belongs to the battlefield is also on the battlefield when he dies on the battlefield, and he can't leave this battlefield at all in his fate.

It's not that he needs war, it's that he himself is the one chosen by the war, and the war needs him so he can't get out of the battlefield.

This is fate, a fate that belongs to Jiang Pingchuan in a dream, Jiang Pingchuan stood stunned and looked at the battlefield under his feet.

At this time, the battlefield was already filled with a thin haze, and these fogs were red, because there was too much blood and water, and what evaporated was red.

In the gray mist, Jiang Pingchuan saw the figure of a person, who walked towards Jiang Pingchuan with his own steps, Jiang Pingchuan tightly held the sharp sword in his hand.

"A sword opens the sky, and the eternal edge is sharp, but unfortunately no one can exert its true power anymore" When the figure approached, Jiang Pingchuan's ears came with an old voice.

Jiang Pingchuan fixed his eyes on the old man who came out of the mist in front of him, the old man's gray hair and pale face were covered with wrinkles, and the old man walked in front of Jiang Pingchuan and bent down to look at Jiang Pingchuan on the ground.

"Who are you" Jiang Pingchuan held the sword in his hand tightly and looked at the old man in front of him, the old man smiled and stroked his beard.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you are" As soon as the old man's words fell, Jiang Pingchuan waved the blade in his hand and slashed towards the old man.

The old man still looked at Jiang Pingchuan in front of him with a smile, but the sharp sword in Jiang Pingchuan's hand passed directly through Jiang Pingchuan's body.

Jiang Pingchuan's face changed and he was stunned, the old man in front of him was by no means a phantom, but the Feng Hao in his hand could not be hurt in the slightest.

"You want to kill me, but he can't kill me, are you very confused" The old man stroked his beard and looked at Jiang Pingchuan and said softly.

Jiang Pingchuan suddenly put his sword against the old man's neck and looked at the old man coldly.

"Rumors confuse the public, who are you, there is no one in this world who can't be killed" Jiang Pingchuan said coldly.

The old man stroked his beard and looked at Jiang Pingchuan and shook his head.

"There is no one you can't kill, the general's words are true, but if you are not facing people at all, how can you kill them" The old man looked at Jiang Pingchuan's eyes and asked softly.

Jiang Pingchuan didn't know how to answer the old man, he had not only killed people, but also gods, demons, demons and ghosts.

But when the old man asked this sentence, Jiang Pingchuan couldn't find the answer in his heart.

"Only by fearing the gods can we punish the gods" The old man's voice fell and disappeared in front of Jiang Pingchuan.

Jiang Pingchuan realized at this time that the Feng Hao in his hand was actually on his neck.