Pinoconi's dreams, although they have always given people a sense of vitality, are unimaginably quiet in areas that ordinary people can't reach.

In this deep sea of memory, if you don't have enough skills, or the help of the memory, you will gradually become like a fishing boat drowning in the deep sea, and there will be no scum left after being swallowed.

However, this tranquility is about to be broken.

"Pound!"

The world of dreams is clearly divided into two sections, which are neither the dreamer's hands and feet, nor the unique landscape of Pinocone, but real, literally, divided into two halves.

On one side is faded black and white, and on the other, there is the "Milky Way" wrapped in a purple nebula.

And the focus and dividing line of the world are the two weapons that are clashing at this moment.

A knife, and an exaggeratedly large axe.

"Solveig, judge the sun and the moon for me."

A cold voice came from high in the sky, and Yao Luo's figure floated in the sky without any support.

In the myth, the giant blade that divides chaos and recreates wind, fire, water and soil is held high by Yaoluo, with Yaoluo's perfect muscles, in today's picture, like a god.

"I'm going to take the light from the sun and make it a footnote to this blow."

It was a scene that ordinary people would rarely see in their lives, the moment the giant axe made of white glass was raised, the front end of the axe blade, a real but tiny sun, in just one ten-thousandth of a second, compressed to the extreme, and then exploded in an instant.

The moment it waved, it was like a real sun descending here, emitting endless brilliance.

The power of "fire", nuclear fusion.

However, this extremely violent molecular thermal movement, the moment it crossed the black and white world, everything slowed down.

Every particle, as well as the tiny product, dissolves and dissolves in an instant, like a star swallowed by a black hole.

Only the axe blade itself came into contact with the blade again without hindrance, colliding with sparks that wore away space.

The battle was lost, but there was no trace of frustration on Yao Luo's face, just expressionless, and he swung an axe again.

It was a one-hit slash, an ordinary attack, but on the way, on the side of the axe's blade, countless small but existential fluids that only existed in the idea, were tightly wrapped around it.

The power of the wind, the ideal fluid!

Huang Quan's expression was equally calm, but the hand holding the knife and the look in her eyes showed that she was not as relaxed as she looked.

This blow, she did not meet it directly, but put the knife into the sheath.

In the next second, the arm slashed through the afterimage, and there was no movement of the knife.

The speed of the sword light is too fast, and the more it seems too slow, giving people the illusion of trompe l'oeil.

In the space, there are one, two, and countless blades that come first, and collide with the giant axe.

The infinite density of an ideal fluid means that there is hardly anything in the material world that can cut it off.

But what if the object itself does not belong to the material realm?

The shadow of Huangquan's sword is not something that can be described by any matter or antimatter, and Yao Luo prefers to call it "a streamer from the past".

Although there was no contact in the hand, the ideal fluid wrapped around the blade of the axe was real, as if it had been cut into something.

Then, disappear completely.

Yaoluo's attack, each blow contains a huge amount of Honkai energy, it is no exaggeration to say that if any attack falls elsewhere, it is enough to give birth to a "Honkai".

But the purple nebula behind him, made of Honkai energy, showed no sign of diminishing, as if it were endless.

"Miss Huang Quan, it can be said that you are the strongest person I have ever seen."

The two figures separated, and then in an insignificant moment, Yao Luo said this sentence.

"You...... Also. ”

Huang Quan's eyes were slightly solemn, and he put the blood-red knife into the scabbard, and his tone showed a rare fluctuation.

Drawing the knife, this process is not a beginning for Huang Quan, but an end.

Even if she doesn't draw her sword, she is strong enough to run rampant in Pinocone, and in normal battles, once she draws her sword, the winner is often divided in an instant.

However, the man in front of her, every blow must be faced seriously.

It's been a long time since "that time" that she has actually been forced to draw a knife, let alone fight to such an extent.

Even, while this man is fighting, he can still divide his excess strength to stabilize the dream world around him.

Each of Yaoluo's axes, the power attached to them, was enough to subvert a surface civilization and dim a true star.

That's power, that's power, that's what she's been fighting for all her life with her hometown.

This power, to this day, still makes Huang Quan feel ............

Familiar, yet unfamiliar.

The memories of that time are like pictures dancing back and forth, sometimes remembered, and at a certain moment, dissipated like a dream bubble.

It was twelve knives, and they had flashed the same color as the blade of the axe.

But this great axe is different, and what it condenses is something more original than external power.

"Beginning" and "End".

If it weren't for the fact that Yao Luo's hair had turned black with the "final" personality at this moment, I am afraid it would have reminded her of an old man with white hair.

"You, why do you want to keep your hands?"

Huang Quan's voice was enough to shock outsiders, and right now, around the two of them, the original dream realm had been forever changed by the power of the two.

The fluctuations that spread out caused the Memories meme riot to occur in the approaching "Golden Hour", causing the family to temporarily evacuate several streets near the Daydream Hotel.

If it weren't for the fact that the dream world had already absorbed a part of Yao Luo's spiritual power in a strange way, it was estimated that just these few strokes would be able to make a "moment" collapse.

However, such a battle, in Huang Quan's mouth, is still the stage of keeping hands?

"Huh——— Huh~"

Solveig streaked through the air and rested firmly on Yaoluo's solid shoulders, like a crystal mountain that could be moved.

"Isn't it the same? Miss Huang Quan, when are you going to use the power that pierced my chest? ”

"Finality" Yao Luo's gaze full of wild style, looking directly at Huangquan mercilessly, the storm of huge collapse energy behind him seemed to be sweeping everything in the next moment.

The eyes of the two met in the air, and even the dream space regressed, and everything that stood in front of the two began to melt, decompose, and turn into nothingness.

"The reason why I came to you is very simple, give me the answer, you and I can still be friends, but if you don't say anything and want to continue like this, I also have to use some tough means to let the truth come out."

Huang Quan was silent, just holding the scabbard in his hand, but it was the blood-red blade that looked weak, blocking Yao Luo hundreds of times, and each blow contained hundreds of thousands of HW Honkai energy attacks.

"Friend or foe? Take your pick. ”

The story of the gold dust, to be honest, was beyond my expectations

(End of chapter)