One minute in reality is equivalent to two days in a dream.

Under such a terrifying flow of time, three hours passed in reality, and in the dream, it was two full years.

In reality, everyone can't imagine how Zhou Ming survived for two years in a dream world full of kendo masters.

Even Zhou Ming himself, recalling these two years of hardship and hardship, couldn't help but tear up and sigh unbearably.

How many times has he died in the past two years?

How many battles has he experienced in these two years?

Countless sword moves flashed in his mind, countless fights, countless life-and-death fights, one move and one style, as if only the sword was left in his consciousness.

Loyal to the sword, sincere to the sword, it is extremely good at the sword.

Zhou Ming, who was standing at the head of the city, looked at the clouds floating in the sky, as if they were sword clouds dancing. Looking at the crowd looking up to him under the city, it was as if it was a sword light pointing at him. Looking at the white-clothed Shengxue opposite him, the man standing with a sword seemed to be a peerless sword, and the man and the sword were perfectly combined.

"You're not my match, but I'm still here for the appointment, do you know why?"

The man on the opposite side stood quietly, like a piece of 10,000-year-old ice, the sword was cold, the person was cold, and the voice was even colder.

"Because half a year ago, there was a man who was very similar to you, and he tried his best to kill me, just to make me shoot."

"That day, I made a move, and with just one move, I slit his throat and ended his life. But he used a short sentence before his death to make me remember him forever. ”

"What did he say?" Zhou Ming chuckled and asked.

"He said, 'I've heard that if the sword is fast, the blood will sound like the wind when it spurts out of the wound. Well, I hear it now, and it sounds good indeed. It's a very simple sentence, but when he says it, he says it with a smile, and he laughs freely. Laughing like you do now, you really resemble him. ”

"Do you think you can kill me again?" Zhou Ming asked.

The white-clothed swordsman was silent, then slowly drew his sword.

"You don't answer because you don't know the answer yourself? Have you noticed that there is already warmth in your voice, and you are no longer the ruthless sword of the past? Zhou Ming's hand was also on the hilt of the sword.

"You know what, it's not the first time I've been killed by you. Every time I die at your hands, I try to leave my mark on you and subtly change you. ”

"I succeeded, half a year ago, I engraved my figure firmly in your heart, so that you will never forget me. It's weird, it's just a sentence. ”

"I don't want to listen to myths, if you're going to tell me you're not going to be killed by me, then I'm going to kill you, and then I'll wait for the resurrected you to prove it to me." As soon as the white-clothed swordsman's words fell, he simply drew his sword neatly.

His sword seemed to penetrate the barrier of time and space, and passed through Zhou Ming's body in an instant, it was a magnificent sword light, and everyone who saw it was fascinated.

But Zhou Ming didn't, he didn't even have a little scar on his body, as if the sword just now was really just a joke.

"You are good at swordsmanship, and in this world, I will never be able to defeat you with a sword, but my companions have provided enough disturbance so that I can pry the cornerstone of this world."

"Over time, the power of the Hell Soul Cleansing Sutra has finally reached a level that is enough to distort this dream."

Zhou Ming raised his sword and waved it lightly, and a sword that was exactly the same as the white-clothed swordsman just now appeared, and the magnificent sword light pierced the white-clothed swordsman's body.

A little consternation flashed in the eyes of the white-clothed swordsman, and the coldness in his heart was finally dissipated by enough emotion, and he sat down on the ground, but suddenly laughed, with a smile of relief.

"I heard that there is a kind of wine in the world called "drunken life and dream death", after drinking, it can make you forget anything you have done before. The biggest trouble of people is that their memory is too good, if they can forget everything, every day in the future will be a new beginning, so how happy do you say it is? ”

"You see, you are very happy now, because although everyone I have killed is you, but every you is a different you, you who are dead, you who are alive, you who are alive but about to die, you who are dead and will be resurrected, every time it is a new beginning."

"So all you can start over after you die, forget everything, and get obsessed with kendo, it's really fun and relaxing, isn't it?"

Zhou Ming put away his sword and walked in front of him, looking down at the white-clothed swordsman who was sitting on the city wall.

"That sword just now is indeed your sword, so you are defeated in your own hands." Zhou Ming stretched out his right hand, and a misty halo appeared in his palm.

"You have to remember that you are Shangguan Wuji."

The power of the Hell Soul Cleansing Sutra engraved the message contained in this sentence into this wisp of will.

As the corpse of the white-clothed swordsman disappeared, that wisp of will flew into the darkness, reappeared somewhere in this world, in a new identity, and merged into this world without any surprise.

No one will find it strange, and no one will question it, because this is the logical law of how the world works, and this is how everyone here is born.

However, this time, this newborn person, for some reason, suddenly echoed a sentence in his mind.

"I'm ...... Shangguan Wuji? ”

In Shangguan Wuji's dream, in this self-contained world, a "ghost" suddenly appeared. ”

A ghost who wanders all over the world, constantly challenges the major masters, wins every battle, and never loses.

The reason why he is said to be a "ghost" and not a master is because his swordsmanship is not very good, and he is not at the same level at all than those top masters who were killed by him.

And those top masters were not so much killed by him as they were killed by themselves, because they all died under their own stunts.

And that "ghost" is immortal, no matter how powerful the master, no matter how exquisite the sword moves, as long as he makes a move to the "ghost", his moves will return intact, not only will not hurt the "ghost" at all, but will kill himself.

In a very short period of time, more than a dozen top masters have died at the hands of "ghosts", but the people of this world have never been afraid of life and death, or they regard death as home.

The appearance of the "ghost" did not cause any chaos at all, but made the real masters happy to see the hunt and line up to die.

At the same time, another incident in this dream world has attracted more and more people's attention.

I don't know when, a new force appeared in the originally harmonious dream, they called themselves Shangguan Wuji, not one person was Shangguan Wuji, but everyone claimed to be Shangguan Wuji.

They don't know why they are Shangguan Wuji, but they all firmly believe that they are Shangguan Wuji, or they think that they are part of Shangguan Wuji, and all of them together are the complete Shangguan Wuji.

And these "Shangguan Wuji" are like a virus that is wantonly infected with separatism, while shouting that they are Shangguan Wuji, they are also constantly assimilating other people, making more and more people think that they are Shangguan Wuji.

"Shangguan Wuji!"

"Shangguan Wuji!"

"Shangguan Wuji!"

They shouted like this, and the momentum grew stronger.

These people finally made the normal people who were originally only concerned about kendo react, and conflicts broke out between the two sides again and again.

At this time, people found that the "ghost" appeared repeatedly, and every time he stood on the side of "Shangguan Wuji", people realized that the "ghost" was Shangguan Wuji's person, or that he was also Shangguan Wuji, but the ghost never admitted it.

What makes normal people even more frightened is that some "newcomers" think that they are Shangguan Wuji as soon as they appear, and the proportion of these newcomers is still increasing.

They tried all sorts of things to try to stop it, but all of them didn't work.

It is as if the virus is splitting without any restrictions, and the number of "Shangguan Wuji" is growing exponentially, one to two, two to four, four to eight, and eight to sixteen, and the number of people is getting bigger and bigger, and the number of people is increasing faster and faster.

When everyone became a part of the ocean shouting "Shangguan Wuji", Zhou Ming stood on the city wall, looking at the dense "Shangguan Wuji" under the city, and his heart was stable.

"It's faster than I thought."

In the induction, the "normal consciousness" that did not belong to "Shangguan Wuji" became less and less, until the last one disappeared, and everyone in the world became Shangguan Wuji.

Zhou Ming opened his hands, palms facing the sky, as if he wanted to embrace the sky, and his whole body turned into a misty halo and suddenly dispersed.

The halo spread out like a wave, crossing each "Shangguan Wuji", coinciding with this dream world.

"The world is like a prison, all living beings are me, hell washes the soul, and the mind and spirit are one."

The entire dream world suddenly turned into a sea of fire.

Everything in this world is thrown into the flames, everything is burning, smelting, and becoming one.

The beings in the world, the countless Shangguan Wuji, did not make any dodge moves, they were all waiting, waiting for the moment when they fused together, waiting for the moment when the real Shangguan Wuji woke up.

Everything ends in the fire.

Heaven and earth are transformed into a furnace of flames, and all things are melted into one in the furnace fire.

It was a sword like no other.

Before Zhou Ming could see the appearance of the sword clearly, the sword had already turned into a person, a handsome and elegant person with white temples, sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

That person's body was still filled with the momentum of the peerless heaven and earth, as if only the shape had changed, and the essence was still that peerless sword.

Then, slowly, the man opened his eyes.

When his gaze intersected with Zhou Ming's thoughts, Zhou Ming, who had originally turned himself into heaven and earth with the Hell Soul Washing Sutra, blended with this dream world, and smelted all of Shangguan Wuji's soul thoughts into one, was suddenly beaten out of this state of incarnation of heaven and earth, and reappeared as an entity.

Two strands of thought, far more than the speed of light to transmit information to each other, in an instant, the completion of countless exchanges, the two sides of each other's understanding, in this moment, from strange, to a deep understanding, the same heart of the confidant and friend.

So, I saw Shangguan Wuji nodding to Zhou Ming with a smile and stretching out his right hand.

"I will wake up, and this dream world that has lasted for twenty years will also dissipate."

"But before that, with the help of you and me, we can still make the last use of this dream world."

"Use this great power of heaven and earth to impact the supreme path of the sword, take a look, it does not belong to the realm of the sword path of this world!"

"Enter the legendary Sword Realm!"