Twelve rounds of ice are sold, and the sky is full of ice and snow like a world of wind and snow overturning the wasteland.

The azure sword light wheel rotated in the sky like a stone mill, and the dark purple thunder in the sky like a spider's web was as thick as a bucket and crackled on the ice wheel, grinding inch by inch.

Black and purple sparks flew out from the huge ice wheels in the sky and fell to the earth, which were very large at first, like waves of different colors, and by the time they approached the earth, they were already dots.

The dark purple sparks scattered by the stars fell to the ground, because the weakening of the twelve rounds of ice sales was not lethal, and the scene was very beautiful and moving.

Hundreds of thousands of people looked up at this magnificent and bizarre image, silent.

Mo Zhongqian in the crowd stretched out his hand, and dark purple sparks fell on the palm of his hand.

The young man looked at the sky, and for the first time he had a longing for force.

The purple and black stars are dotted, attracting everyone's mood.

It's not just the power of escaping, it's also the power of the dream of Maharashasa...... What a dreamy Jewel is that...... It's dizzying.

In the sky, Morashasa was still pushing the dark purple thunder to exert the power of the dream thunder.

The power of the dream spirit pierced through the space and began to affect the sword solitary sound.

The white-haired swordsman was in a brief trance in front of him.

Dream and reality intertwined.

As if under an endangered cliff, in front of him is an old man with gorgeous hair whose lower body is integrated with the rocks.

Ragged and haggard.

Ask Jian Guming to look at his hands at this time, he was already a child.

Before asking Jian Guming to always have this name, he was just an ordinary child...... There is an extremely common name, called Shi Wave.

When Shi Bolang's stepfather died at the hands of the head of the evil spirit of the Realm, the [Future Ruler], and he himself fell off the cliff, he met the person who changed his life.

One of Haoran's two blades, [Cut-off Year] Qiu Daitian.

Qiu Daitian was originally one of the most famous swordsmen in the world, and in order to defeat his friend Yue Leyun, he sounded the horn of hope, traded with the god of death, in exchange for two bones engraved with peerless martial arts, and mastered the terrifying sword style of the god of death.

However, the Grim Reaper's trade is always full of deception and cunning, and these two bones actually symbolize the two leg bones of Qiu Daitian, so a generation of sword masters has been sealed under the cliff since then, and the lower half of the body has been transformed into a rock, sealed here forever.

Shi Bolang inherited Qiu Daitian's lifelong hatred, and got him to pass on his merits with his life, and to incarnate the sword and walk the rivers and lakes with the purpose of killing the god of death.

I didn't expect that now I can see my teacher again in this dream world.

"Shi Bolang~My good apprentice, you finally came to see your teacher~"

The old man with Huafa in front of him stretched out his hand to Shi Bolang, who looked like a child, as if calling Shi Bolang forward.

Wen Jian Guming's consciousness was in a trance for a moment, as if he was affected by the power of this dream, and staggered forward......

Then, he swung his fist and smashed it forward.

In the process of swinging the fist, Shi Bolang's figure gradually changed, and his clothes also changed, and the whole person changed back to the appearance of the white-haired swordsman who asked the sword and Gu Ming.

A punch was struck, and the sword intent burst out from the fist, colliding with the invisible demonic qi transformed by Qiu Daitian's illusion.

The old man with Huafa gradually turned hideous, and roared viciously at the sword solitary voice:

"How is it possible, how can you resist the influence of my power!?"

Asked Jian Guming didn't say much, there was no need to say anything superfluous in this dream, he just pulled out the mottled bronze ancient sword behind his back.

"Sword? ”

This sword transformed into pale and cold ice, and the sword qi was like tears and surging.

I don't know if it's the tears of Jian Feng or the tears of ice crystals...... Or is it the tears that the child who fell off the cliff did not dare to show in front of people when he was in a dream......

If it was really Jian Guming himself who was facing this environment, he might really have fallen into the Dao of this dream technique...... Fortunately, Han Feng, who transformed into Ask Sword Guming, still retained his consciousness in Ask Sword Guming...... It is enough to save the sobriety of the sword and the lonely sound.

Ice Tears Sword Qi passed, and the dream was shattered!

The dream shattered, and the white-haired swordsman who controlled the twelve rounds of sword qi came back to his senses, and there was a little more anger and killing intent in Gujing Wubo's eyes.

Pushed by the bronze blade of the Lone Sound Sword, the entire huge ice wheel rotated, slowly advancing against the dark purple thunder of the riot.

Controlling the thunder of the dream realm, Morashasa had no idea that Wen Jian Guming would be able to ask for his invincible dream spell, and was forced to retreat in the sky by the ice wheel......

"Damn...... If it weren't for the fact that most of my power was sealed underground by this bastard...... How can it be ...... now"

Morashasa gritted his teeth and retreated into the sky, his voice suppressed with intense anger.

The dignified demon emperor was persecuted to this extent by a mortal who was not even born in the genital...... It's a shame......

One person, one demon, one advance and one retreat.

In this way, the huge blue roulette wheel that led the twelve rounds of ice sales rotated in the sky, completely pushing the Maharashasa away from the crowd of clouds and dust.

Unbearable for the humiliation, Morashasa finally burst out of his true power, and a huge shadow suddenly appeared behind him...... It's his hundred-zhang body.

The phantom of the main body roared angrily in the sky, and the majestic demonic energy in the sky suddenly began to surge, rolling from behind the Morashasa and pouring into his body.

As Morashasa inhaled the demonic qi to regain his strength, the dark purple thunder rioted instantly, and the thunder and lightning were instantaneous, and the sky was in turmoil!

Under the thunder and thunder, the sword qi of the twelve rounds of ice was extinguished...... Broken!

"Mortal power, cut!"

Morakshasa looked at the shattered huge ice wheel with a look full of disdain, as if to express the pride of the Demon Emperor.

However, in response to him was......

"Swords? ”

The sword of ice marks spread above the sky, and the ice-white sword qi above the sky was the purest frozen condensed ice, turning into thousands of lines like broken glass as if it had a soul, enveloping the entire body of Morakshasa in it.

Morakshasa was wrapped in ice mark sword qi, but it was not panicked, after all, he was the emperor of the demon world, and he had experienced a big scene, and he used his hands to manipulate the black demonic qi around his body to resist.

"Mortal, is this your hole card?

And at this moment, Q Jian Guming finally responded to Morashasa:

"Twelve rounds of ice will make you hateful. ”

The white-haired swordsman stood high in the air, his hands were called, and he pulled back, and the lone sword in his hand was like an arrow on the bowstring, condensing the mysterious energy between heaven and earth.

It's called "The Twelve Rounds of Ice Sales", but in fact, it is the purest sword of death!

Dark green and black intertwined......

Silent thunderstorms swept across the sky......

Conjure up the deadliest sword that amazes the entire Dream Sky!

Morashasa wanted to dodge, but found that the ice mark sword qi just now was like a terrifying cage that completely sealed him in it.

At this time, the Demon Clan Emperor could only face this Sword of Death.

There was a loud bang!!

Heaven and earth are terrified!

The whole dream trembled at the sword of death, and the black wasteland lost its true nature like a distorted film, and everything was blurred.

And the sky is completely obscured by the power of the Grim Reaper, which is intertwined with dark green and black......

Stars, dreams, sword energy...... Everything is intertwined......

Finally, in the invisible sky, there was a soft sigh that no one could hear:

"I dreamed of Jiangnan in front of the lamp, and I was melancholy. ”

This is not a sigh of the lonely sword...... It was Han Feng's sigh......

When the dream collapsed, Han Feng was also affected by the power of the Mola Shashasa...... In a trance, Nan Ke had a dream...... In the dream...... Hometown......