"Dreams?"

The word dream made the person who looked exactly like Su Junyan feel confused. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Huge confusion.

He seemed to be thinking about the meaning of the word.

After thinking about it for a long time, he gave up, shook his head and said, "You humans, it's really too complicated. ”

"Dreams, what are dreams?" he asked, like a tireless child.

"A dream is a desire, something you have to do in your life. Tiefutu looked at the man who didn't have any longing in his eyes, and said word by word, "The dream is that you can't pass in front of me today. ”

"Is this your dream?" the man continued.

"That's right. Tiefutu nodded, and the whole person was already standing in front of that person like a thousand-pound iron tower.

"Good. The man nodded, "You made me think that dreams are a good thing, and I can't wait to get them, so I have to kill you right away, so I think I have dreams." ”

"Or do I have a dream now?" he said, taking another step forward.

This step.

The wind is coming back.

The wind of the entire snowfield seems to have gathered together at this moment.

"It's windy. In this regard, Tiefutu only said four words, what a strong wind.

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Su Junyan said he understood.

Got what?

The god of the tundra can't wait to know this.

So it invaded towards Su Junyan's consciousness.

Then he saw a huge galaxy.

In front of this huge galaxy, it seems insignificant.

Those sunsets, the slanting sun, and the huge snowfields covered with snow are all a speck of dust in this huge galaxy.

In this huge galaxy, it's just a tiny, snowflake.

Snowflakes drift in this galaxy.

Although this snowflake seems to be extremely tough, it cannot be melted, and it seems to be eternal.

But that's relative.

In a huge span of time measured by the birth and death of galaxies.

It's eternal, but it's also incomparably short-lived.

Time flies forward, and the snowflakes pass through countless stars.

They are born, they are extinguished.

In the face of such a vast existence and destruction.

Its long death seems to be nothing to mention.

And so, it began to wither.

How do snowflakes wither?

Little by little, nature turned into dust.

"No!! how could this be!!" it roared in a gaffe.

Because of its withering, and because of it, it has seen things that it has never seen before.

"Didn't you ask me, do you understand something?" Su Junyan's voice resounded in the depths of the galaxy, just as it had behaved in the huge barren hills before.

"I see, your death is long, but compared to thousands of galaxies, you are only a small corner of the endless world. ”

"Silence for your death. ”

Su Junyan thought of this countermeasure when he noticed the similarity between this barrier created by the God of the North Wind Tundra and Augustine's barrier.

The birth and death of a northerly tundra is incomparably long, but compared to the star universe, how small is it?

Snowflakes are withering.

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The silent sound of the wind left shallow marks on Tiefutu's bare skin.

It's a scar that looks incomparably smaller.

However, the real horror is that only Tiefutu himself knows.

The strength of his physical body has already reached the point where the legendary King Kong is not bad.

In the first battle on a rainy night, Su Junyan smashed his armor with a single sword, and also destroyed the foundation of his martial arts.

At that time, he had cultivated Qianjun Futu all his life, and it could be said that he was full of scars and crumbling.

However, when he returned to his ancestral home, he stepped into the retreat according to the guidance of his teacher, and buried himself deep in the snow for more than a year.

In the past year or so, not only has his martial arts foundation been restored as before, but also because his realm has reached the point of calming down.

There is already heaven and earth in his heart, and the so-called phase is born from the heart, and his physical body will naturally go to the next level.

Now, his body, to bear Su Junyan's knife that night, is definitely not the original result.

Therefore, it is a terrible thing to be able to leave a shallow mark on his current body.

It shows that the wind, its intensity, has reached a terrifying level.

Of course, to this extent, the soldiers behind the Iron Float can also understand this to some extent.

Because, they didn't feel the wind and snow, all the wind and snow were blocked by the human who suddenly appeared.

The power of one person can withstand all the wind and snow.

The danger is really hard to explain.

Suddenly.

At this moment, the person who looked very much like Su Junyan, who was still calmly confronting Tiefutu, showed an expression of extreme pain.

It's like his life is at great risk.

The wind suddenly quieted down.

Tiefutu sensed an opportunity and made a move.

His shot, instead of pointing out the fist and making a knife, slammed the heaven and earth in his chest towards that person.

He had endured countless rumors just before.

Those rumors were not completely blown away, they were all hidden in his chest by Tiefutu.

Now it was blasted out all of a sudden, causing a momentum that was many times bigger than before.

The mutated monsters that followed the man were torn apart by the sound of the wind, and there was not even a bit of flesh and skin.

You must know the strength of the flesh and skin of those monsters, and the soldiers of the Northland have long experienced it.

Now that I saw them being killed instantly, I realized what a terrifying attack the Iron Float had just endured.

And the first person to be attacked, the one who looks exactly like Su Junyan.

The wind, but it didn't hurt him.

He also seemed to be freed from the pain of that moment just now, looked at the howling wind, and laughed: "This is my power, for me, useless." ”

"And what about this?" Tiefutu had already punched out when the wind was blowing.

Punches like knives.

Tiefutu is now deeply buried without breaking the knife, and punching is a knife.

With this sword, he carried the heaven and earth in his chest, as well as the essence of all his martial arts, the foundation of martial arts, that stood in his chest.

Thousand Jun Futu.

A knife floats out.

In a trance, the soldiers of the Northland seemed to see a giant iron tower that was unknown how many yards high, blasting out from behind the Iron Floating Tu.

Hit that straight at that, Su Junyan.

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The first update. (To be continued.) )