Whoops!
The sea is rough, the waves are uncertain, and the waves are constantly rolling.
The experts from the Special Affairs Bureau who were swept everywhere were all in a daze. Even experts like Bai Hu and Su Jie couldn't calm down.
Compared with this shocking sword, they were more shocked by the identity of this purple-robed young man.
Royal Sword? !
No one would think that he was lying. Not to mention his appearance that was very similar to Mr. An. Just this extremely familiar sword light, Xuan Xing had no other family.
But, how is this possible?
A sword that not only has a human shape, but can also speak human words?
Have you become a sperm?
Even though they had experienced many incredible things during this period, everyone was still a little confused.
"Ho~"
A dull roar came from under the sea, painful and unwilling.
"Aren't you going to die?"
Wang Quanjian glared.
Although I couldn't exert much power due to the limitations of the material, the demigod was almost dead, how could he still block his sword energy?
He wanted to strike again, but suddenly his body shook, as if he felt something, and he lowered his hand:
"It's useless if you don't die."
After that, he fell from the sky, and the purple light broke through the wind and waves in a flash and landed on the deck of a cruise ship.
"you you....."
Several experts from the Special Affairs Bureau took a step back with fearful expressions on their faces.
Wang Quanjian glanced at everyone on the boat and raised his eyebrows, seeming to be a little envious: "They are all human beings."
"King Quan Sword?"
Xu Hongyun climbed up from the deck and stared at the King Quan Sword with very hot eyes: "Are you the King Quan Sword owned by Mr. An?"
The other masters of the Special Affairs Bureau were very fearful, and could even be said to be frightened, but Xu Hongyun was different. He stared at the King Quan Sword, and the heat in his eyes almost leaked out.
A sword that turns into a human form is even more bizarre than the illusory flying sword in the legend.
"Um."
Wang Quanjian snorted and agreed.
After returning from the dream, An Qisheng naturally began to try the newly obtained Tao Yi magical power, "creation", but the Tao Yi magical power was extremely complicated.
Even An Qisheng was unable to get in for a short period of time, and the only thing he could enlighten was the King Quan Sword, which had already been born with strong spirituality and would not show any resistance.
Phew~
Taoist Juechen jumped onto the deck, his tall body trembling a little, although the mysterious man seemed to have no skills in hand-to-hand combat.
But the absolute power gap still caused him a lot of damage.
"Old Xue!"
Xu Hongyun exclaimed, and the person Taoist Juechen was holding was none other than Xue Zheng.
"He was not injured, but he couldn't be woken up."
Taoist Juechen glanced at Wang Quanjian with a complicated expression, and was shocked in his heart.
The sword fell from the sky with great force. It could cut the island and sea with one sword, but Xue Zheng, who was under the edge of the sword, was not harmed at all.
This kind of control is more than incredible?
"The old man will be fine."
Wang Quanjian's brows moved, but his attitude towards Xue Zheng was completely different. Without any movement, he was already in front of Taoist Juechen.
A slender finger fell down and touched Xue Zheng's eyebrows:
"The old man is alert and has entered the dreamland. When I kill the traces of the monster, the old man will naturally return."
Taoist Juechen frowned.
The royal sword took a careless step and dropped its fingers calmly. Its posture and aura were very similar to An Qisheng's, and this was not a deliberate imitation.
This is truly the same root.
Phew~
Not long after the finger fell, Wang Quanjian retracted his palm, felt it slightly, and said: "The old man's body has been damaged, that monster really deserves to die!"
He was suddenly angry, and a sharp and cold air seemed to blow across the sea like a cold current. Everyone on the deck froze.
Fortunately, he stopped his anger as soon as he got angry, otherwise, everyone present would have suspected that he would collapse to the ground.
"Thank you."
Taoist Juechen nodded and handed Xue Zheng to a few experts from the Special Affairs Bureau who came over to take him to the cabin to rest.
Then he looked at Wang Quanjian again and sighed slightly:
"Little friend An still has a heart..."
At this time, Taoist Juechen suddenly felt a deep secret in his heart, and he truly felt the change.
The once ignorant young boy has reached a state that is beyond his reach.
Thousands of miles away, have you anticipated what will happen?
He had rarely experienced frustration in his life, but at this moment he couldn't help but feel a sense of defeat, and then he became alert that his state of mind had been shaken.
"This monster isn't dead yet."
Xu Hongyun checked Xue Zheng's pulse, walked out of the cabin with a sigh of relief, looked at the island that could be seen among the rolling waves, and gritted his teeth:
"You have to destroy this island to kill him!"
Taoist Juechen did not reply, but glanced at Wang Quanjian, who shook his head: "If you let him live, let him live."
"this......"
At this time, Mr. Di also got on the boat and stepped forward with a smile, wanting to say something.
Wang Quanjian ignored him, only nodded to Taoist Juechen, and once again turned into a ray of light and disappeared over the sea.
He has not yet been able to bear his own carrier and cannot exist in heaven and earth forever.
The reason for staying a little longer was for Xue Zheng. When things got done, he was naturally too lazy to stay.
Mr. Di's hand froze in mid-air, but he was not embarrassed. He coughed lightly and took advantage of the situation to hold Taoist Juechen's palm: "Thank you, Taoist Master, for the rescue, otherwise we would have suffered heavy losses again this time."
"Captain Di, you're welcome."
Taoist Juechen was too embarrassed to slap his palm away, and his attitude was not very good: "Only when you go back this time, I suggest you think carefully about it. Let's talk about the reason why the group was almost wiped out this time!"
After that, Taoist Juechen ignored him, shook his sleeves, and walked towards the cabin.
He was seriously injured in this battle. Although Jianshen's body was strong, it was still too much to bear. He had no time to argue with these politicians.
"Ahem~"
Mr. Di's old face was a little helpless, and he coughed several times before looking at Bai Hu: "Captain Bai Hu, this matter..."
"Mr. Di can handle this matter himself."
With a cold look on his face, Bai Hu turned over and fell into the sea with one step, and met several special forces members who were supporting Chu Fan.
"...."
At this time, Mr. Di's face was really a little helpless. His chest rose and fell several times. He hesitated for a moment and did not call Su Jie who had just turned over on the boat. Instead, he called Ying Long: "Ying Long, withdraw from other actions..." "
"yes."
With the authority, Yinglong naturally would not refuse his request and silently used it as a step for him to come down.
"King Quan Sword..."
Su Jie glanced at the strange-looking Mr. Di, holding the recovered crystal ball, but couldn't help but think back to the purple-robed young man who called himself the 'King Quan Sword'.
Is this a demon?
...
Click~
Thunder exploded.
There are very few thunders in winter, but since the weather became chaotic during the First World War three years ago, all kinds of abnormal weather have followed one after another.
Thunder in winter and flying snow in June have appeared in various cities more than once, and many people have long been accustomed to it.
"Ah~"
Lin Peng irritably tapped the keyboard, threw away the mouse, and lost again.
"It's getting harder and harder to gather people. This bastard Mouse can't see anyone at all now."
Lin Peng felt a little irritated. He originally had a group of regular friends who played black games, but things changed when one of them became a 'Dreamer'.
The dream game that came out of nowhere suddenly became the most popular game in the world.
Even if the number of dreamers is very small compared to the number of players, it does not affect the players' admiration and pursuit of this game at all.
A game that is 100% real, does not take up work time, and can even bring back supernatural powers. For the player group who has been playing the game for a long time, the temptation is beyond ordinary people's imagination.
This can be seen from the 'training courses for dreamers' that have sprung up all over the country.
"Fuck! No more playing, no more playing!"
The few people who played together were very disappointed. They were not familiar people, so cooperation was very problematic, and the fun was gone for a while.
"Pengzi, are you still playing?"
During the game, a friend asked me something.
"Forget it, I'm tired of playing, so I won't play anymore. That's it for today."
Lin Peng closed the game and started wandering around the Internet aimlessly.
【guess! The other identity of the God on Earth, he turned out to be...]
[I didn’t expect that the God of the world would actually..., he was hidden too deeply...]
[Worship the God on earth, don’t fail the exam...]
【Confession post! Not much to say, Monkey understands everything! 】
[Data analysis of Truman, No. 1 on the local list...]
...
If you open any forum, you can see posts like this. If you open it at will, they are all headlines, haphazardly pieced together, and have no basis at all.
"Is he now a god?"
Lin Peng shook his head.
Mr. An, who killed the giant snake of destruction three years ago, is now undoubtedly the world's number one 'Internet celebrity', and his popularity has remained high for the past three years.
Not just Daxuan, but all over the world.
This is normal. These days, masters who only rely on deception have a large number of believers, not to mention such existences that have truly manifested themselves around the world.
This is the only one who is still alive, otherwise, he would have been dragged into various sects to become gods.
In fact, this person now also works part-time as a god online, including but not limited to the 'God of Wealth', 'Yue Lao', and 'Send a Child'.
This is a 'Dreamers Forum' where many dreamers are sharing various things.
Or record your own journey into dreams, or share interesting customs and customs, or even some snack recipes that are not available in the real world.
More is the interpretation of dreams, how to join the King Power Way at the beginning, practice advanced martial arts at the beginning, etc.
Of course, there are also various large and small organizations that do not know whether they are real or fake, and they are recruiting people, and the conditions they offer make Lin Peng excited.
Unfortunately, he is not a dreamer.
"You share so much, but tell me how to play this game?"
After looking at the advertisements that popped up, Lin Peng was speechless: "This forum is too bad, why are there still advertisements popping up?...
Rub, poisoned? Why doesn’t the × fall? ! "
etc.....
After looking at the plug in his hand and then at the still-lit screen, Lin Peng's scalp felt numb.
Is this okay? !
what's the situation......
