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Rumble!

With a bang, the void in front of him suddenly appeared a huge tear, and endless darkness poured out of the crack, like an ocean, engulfing Fengyun Wuji, and swallowing it all together, Zhao Wuji on the side, and the War Emperor who slashed with the sword...... "This, what the hell is going on?......" Feng Yunji hesitated in his heart, and then his mind was shocked, and it was blank in an instant, and his body seemed to rotate, constantly falling into the depths of a deep pool, in a trance, there seemed to be something, which was taken out of his mind...... In the darkness, a leisurely sigh came: "Reincarnation...... The most ruthless ......"

"Jun Qianyan, yes, you, are you......"

...... The sky was gloomy, and beside the bustling streets of Bianjing, a dirty-clad and unkempt young man was lying quietly on the corner of the street with his hands around his knees, looking up at the gloomy and gloomy sky, his eyes were blank. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Bursts of white gas, mixed with the fragrance of steamed buns, wafted on the street, Fengyun Wuji's lips moved, a hungry sound came from his belly, he moved his body, and Fengyun Wuji lay down again.

"What the hell is going on?...... "Although my stomach is empty and hungry, what is even more unbearable is the doubt in my heart.

In this world, this young man named Fengyun Wuji has lived for fourteen years, and since he can remember, he seems to be a beggar, obscure, and ignorant for more than ten years.

For so many years, except for instinctive begging, the boy spent the rest of the time in a daze, and most of the time, some vague impressions would emerge in the boy's mind, like a dream.

Many, many things, at a speed that a teenager can perceive, are rapidly coloring, blurry and difficult to remember.

The boy, who once thought that he was a big man, or rather, had experienced some incredible things, but with the ruthless passage of time and the bleak life of more than ten years, the boy gradually understood...... Those are just dreams, and that's it...... A teenager who begs all day long and longs to do something in his heart, when he is bored, has a dream.

People nearby said that this is a teenager who loves to daydream.

What he said bewildered people, he said that humanity would perish...... Everyone laughed, this kid, wandering for too long, life has driven him crazy...... "Maybe, really, it's a dream, it's ......" sighed, the young man clasped his hands, stood up in the corner, and walked towards the fragrant steamed bun incense...... Touch!

A black shadow came from the opposite side, and before the young man could see clearly, he was hit in his arms, his body staggered, and in a trance, he seemed to be stuffed with something in his arms.

Whoa!

The sound of pieces of ingots falling to the ground came, and the young man lowered his head, but found that his arms were full of golden ingots.

"Catch him, don't let the thief escape......"

"Little rabbit, you dare to steal your things! Lao Tzu must pick you up, you can't ......."

...... A burst of shouting and scolding mixed with the sound of chaotic footsteps came from the opposite side, Feng Yun Wuji turned his head and glanced at the filthy mess, a familiar person buried his head between his knees, his hands tightly wrapped around his head, and only two eyes under the messy hair were exposed.

"Wuji ......" Fengyun Wuji muttered, and the young man's whole body trembled when he heard this, and he hurriedly turned his head around.

"I'm sorry......" Suddenly, Feng Yun Wuji heard a low voice...... The vendors in the street screamed, and one by one they avoided it, and in the wet white fog that filled the entire street, a strong man with a simple knife in his hand for more than ten years rushed out.

"Dare to steal the things of the master of the Jun family, Lao Tzu will chop you alive!" A fierce strong man shouted angrily, and slashed at Fengyun Wuji.

The young man looked indifferently and calmly at the simple knife that was cut from the top of his head, motionless, as if he did not see the crisis in front of him, seeing that the young man was about to be cut in two by the angry guard, and suddenly, a black slightly bent branch slipped out of the young man's tattered sleeve and fell into his hand.

Bite!

The branch was accurately nailed to the tip of the Pu knife, and with a slight swipe, the Pu knife swung away, and the branch was accurately slashed under the strong man's intestines, and the arm was numb, and the Pu knife fell.

The young man's expression was indifferent and calm, not revealing any emotions in his heart, and the black branch was like a spirit snake in his hand, automatically looking for the flaws in the rough moves of those strong men...... A scream came, and in a short time, seven or eight strong men fell to the ground.

"Dreams, are you?...... Why are there these things in the dream?" the young man's expression became dazed again, and at this moment, he seemed a little absent-minded, and his thoughts drifted far, far away...... Memories become like dreams because they are blurry, but why are the things in the dreams so real?

Why did the idea of the sword in the dream allow the thin self to defeat more than a dozen strong men?

If the dream is real, then what is the reality? Why, the true qi in the dream cannot be learned?............ The boy thought in a trance, what is the difference between dream and reality?

Burst!

There was a sound of sharp objects entering the body, followed by a sharp pain, the young man suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes widened, there was a stunned look in his eyes, and in his chest, a snow-colored and cold long sword slashed into his chest, and his back leaked out, and the young man could feel that from the hole cut out of the long sword, the breath of life was passing rapidly...... "Why?...... Why you?...... Jun, Qian, ......!!!" Fengyun Wuji looked at the man in green shirt who appeared at the end in astonishment, and the snow-colored long sword was firmly held in his hand.

Frowning slightly, the swordsman slowly drew his long sword, his expression indifferent and cold.

"Drag him away......"

Fengyun Wuji never thought that the last person who killed himself was actually a young man in a green shirt in a dream, Jun Qianyan ......, "Why is this happening...... In the end, it is reality that creates dreams...... Or is it a dream, creating a real ......" With such doubts, the young man's mind fell into endless darkness...... In the darkness, a leisurely sigh came: "Reincarnation...... The most ruthless ......"

"Jun Qianxian, yes...... You...... Is it ?...... Why, do you do this?......"

There was silence in the darkness.

...... Heavy snow covers the mountains.

The sky and the earth are frozen, thousands of miles of snow are drifting, and the silver makeup is wrapped.

On the cold earth, a pale young swordsman held a long sword in his arms, staggering in the wind and snow, the cold wind was cold, the young man's body trembled, looked up at the towering sky in front of him, tightened the thin white robe on his body, purple, stepped on the almost knee-deep snow, and walked towards the top of the mountain peak surrounded by clouds and mist and cold snow in the rustling sound...... I am a swordsman who makes a living from swords and kills countless people.

Holding a sword is not only for life, but also for the way of the sword.

As the ancient language goes, you can't have both fish and bear's paws. Whether you can have it or not depends on how you do it or what means you use.

Because I was a thief, in order to make a living, I chased and killed a target for thousands of miles, and after more than ten days, I killed him in front of the door where he sought help, in the middle of the city.

Cruelty, the surname must be patient, and can endure what others can't bear.

Ladong, the wind is like a knife, tearing tendons and bones, but I will never retreat.

Today, it is a big legend in the rivers and lakes, and the snow-clothed people have already spread all over the world, and the location is at the top of this thousand zhang peak.

The road is difficult, but for me, the only difference is time...... On the rugged snow road, a young man staggered forward, and finally reached the peak with a sword............ "You're finally here!" Just as Fengyun Wuji had just reached the peak, poking his head out from behind a rock covered with thick frost and snow, a flat voice floated into his ears from the top of the peak.

Fengyun Wuji followed the prestige, but saw a man with white hair and white beard sitting cross-legged in the snow on the top of the peak, dressed in a wide imperial robe, with a look of no anger but authority.

Feng Yun Wuji hesitated in his heart, not understanding why this snow-clothed man seemed to know him.

"Have you forgotten?" a faint smile appeared on the corner of the snow-clothed man's mouth, and he had an invisible charm: "Let me help you remember!"

The sleeve of the snow-clothed man's right hand shook, the slender palm came out from the bottom of the sleeve, the five fingers were together, and between the palms, there was already a white snow knife, and suddenly with a wave, the sky, a huge knife slashed down from the clouds, and the knife qi divided the world into two...... Rumble!

Seeing the familiar knife and the familiar knife swinging action, Fengyun Wuji's mind suddenly shook, as if something had been shaken open, and then a long-sealed memory came to his heart, and a dream-like feeling came to his heart...... "War Emperor!" Fengyun Wuji blurted out.

“...... , you finally remember!" The Battle Emperor waved his hand, and the majestic sword qi folded in the air, and then slashed to the other side.

Boom Boom Boom !!

There was a loud bang, and the entire mountain peak buzzed and trembled, as if it would collapse at any time, and the sword qi was exposed, and the snow splashed, startling bursts of snow and mist...... Rustle!~ A burst of footsteps came, and the dense snow fog finally subsided a little, and from the snow fog, a man in a green shirt slowly paced out!

"Jun Qianji!" Feng Yun Wuji subconsciously blurted out again, these two people in front of him obviously haven't seen them, why do they seem so familiar?

Hearing this, the man in green shirt turned his head, and glanced at Fengyun Wuji indifferently, with a strange ...... in his eyes, "If it is strong, it is suspicious, and if it is solid, it may not be ......" The War Emperor looked at Fengyun Wuji, stood with his hands in his hands, and said indifferently: "Use reincarnation to help you condense your soul, this may be the purpose of Jun Qianji!"

The green-shirted man on the side didn't react, just stared at the Zhan Emperor indifferently, and at his feet, the cyan hem rolled upwards, and then a green-shirted hunting danced ...... move, "What are you talking about?" The white-clothed swordsman said a little dazedly, in his mind, vague memories and realistic memories were intertwined, one was dreamy, the other was real, but the meaning of the snow-clothed man in front of him seemed to be real, it was a dream, and the dream-like was real...... In the impression of the white-clothed swordsman, people do not have such a devastating power, this kind of power only exists in that vague dream, but now, it appears in front of him...... "In the end, what is a dream, what is reality......" The white-clothed swordsman muttered to himself...... In a trance, a voice echoed in the depths of my mind, in the dark space: "Reincarnation is the most ruthless ......"

(To be continued)