Chapter 329 Reincarnation is the most ruthless-- 2
Boom
A bang. The void in front of you. Suddenly, a huge tear appeared. Endless darkness gushed out of the cracks in the middle. Like the ocean. Swallow the wind and clouds. I didn't swallow it either. Zhao Wuji beside him. And the war emperor who was beheaded with a knife...
"What the hell is going on? ..." Feng Yun Wuji hesitated in his heart, and then his mind shook. For a moment, it was blank. His body seemed to rotate, and he kept falling into the depths of a deep pool. In a trance, something seemed to be removed from his mind...
In the dark, a leisurely sigh came: "Reincarnation...the most ruthless..."
"Jun Qianshang, yes, you, right..."
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The sky was gloomy, and next to the bustling street of Bianjing, a dirty and unkempt teenager wrapped his hands around his knees, lay quietly on the corner of the street, looking up at the gloomy and dark sky, and his eyes were at a loss.
The white air mixed with the fragrance of steamed bread floated on the street. Fengyun Wuji's lips moved, and there was a sound of hunger and thirst in his stomach. He moved his body, and Fengyun Wuji lay down again.
"What the hell is going on? ..." Although the stomach is empty and hungry, what is more unbearable is the doubt in the heart.
In this world, this teenager named Fengyun Wuji has lived for 14 years. From the beginning of his memory, he seems to be a beggar. He has been hazy and unconscious for more than ten years.
Over the years, in addition to instinctive begging, the teenager has been in a daze for the rest of the time. Most of the time, some vague impressions will emerge in the teenager's mind, like a dream.
Many things, at a speed that teenagers can perceive, in rapid color, blurred and difficult to remember.
The teenager once thought that he was a big man, or had experienced some incredible things. With the ruthless passage of time and the bleak life of more than a dozen years, the teenager gradually understood... Those are just dreams, just...
A teenager who begs all day long and is eager to do something, dreams when he is bored.
People nearby said that this is a teenager who loves daydreaming.
What he said confused people. He said that human beings would perish...
Everyone laughs, this child has been wandering for too long, and life has driven him crazy...
"Maybe, really, it's a dream..." With a sigh, the teenager put his hands together, stood up in the corner of the wall, and walked towards the fragrant steamed bun fragrance...
Touch!
A dark shadow ran from the opposite side. Before the teenager could see it clearly, he was hit all over his arms. His body was staggering. In a trance, he seemed to be stuffed with something in his arms.
Cheer up!
The sound of pieces of ingots falling to the ground came. The teenager bowed his head and found that his arms were full of golden ingots.
"Catch him, don't let the thief escape! ..."
"Little son of a bitch, you dare to steal Mr. Jun's things! I have to pick you up..."
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A burst of shouting and scolding mixed with messy footsteps came from the opposite side. Feng Yun Wuji turned his head and glanced at the dirty lame. A familiar man buried his head between his knees and put his hands tightly around his head, showing only two eyes.
"Wuji..." Feng Yun Wuji muttered, and the teenager trembled when he heard the words and hurriedly turned his head around.
"I'm sorry..." Suddenly, Fengyun Wuji heard a low voice...
The vendors in the street screamed and avoided them one by one. In the wet white fog of the whole street, the strong man with a simple knife for more than ten years rushed out.
"Dare to steal from the master of the Jun family, I will split you alive!" A fierce and strong man shouted angrily and cut a knife at Fengyun Wuji.
The teenager looked coldly and calmly at the simple knife that was cut from the top of his head. He remained motionless, as if he did not see the crisis in front of him. Seeing that the teenager was about to be cut off by the angry backyard. Suddenly, a black and slightly bent branch slid out of the teenager's tattered sleeves and
Ding!
The branch was accurately nailed to the tip of the simple knife. With a gentle skimming, the simple knife swung away, and the branch was accurately scratched under the strong man's in the body. The arm was numb, and the Pu knife fell down.
The teenager looked indifferent and calm, without showing any emotion in his heart. The black branch was like a snake in his hand, automatically looking for the flaw in the rough moves of those strong men...
A scream came, and soon, seven or eight strong men fell to the ground.
"Dream, right? ...Why are there these things in my dream?" The teenager's expression became confused again. At this moment, he seemed a little absent-minded, and his thoughts drifted far away, far away...
Memory, because of blur, becomes like a dream, but why is the thing in the dream so real?
Why can the concept of sword in the dream let the thin self defeat more than a dozen strong men?
If the dream is real, what is the reality? Why can't I learn the true qi in my dream? ......
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Too much, why? The teenager thought in a trance, what's the difference between dream and reality?
Puff!
A sound of sharp objects entering the body, followed by a violent pain. The teenager suddenly came to his senses, his eyes were wide open, and his eyes were stunned. In his chest, a snow-colored sword came from the front chest,
Out, the teenager can feel the rapid passage of life from the hole of the long sword...
"Why? ...Why you? ...Jun, Qian, Shang...!!!" Feng Yun Wuji looked at the man in the last blue shirt who appeared in astonishment, and the snow-colored sword was firmly in his hand.
He frowned slightly, and the swordsman slowly pulled out the long sword, looking indifferent and cold.
"Drag him away..."
Fengyun Wuji never thought that in the end, the one who killed himself was actually the young man in the dream, Jun Qianshang...
"Why is it like this... After all, is it reality, creating a dream... or a dream, creating reality..." With such doubts, the teenager's mind fell into endless darkness...
In the dark, a leisurely sigh came: "Reincarnation...the most ruthless..."
"Jun Qianshang, is it... you...? ...Why do you want to do this? ..."
There is silence in the dark.
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Heavy snow sealed the mountain.
The world is frozen, thousands of miles of snow is floating, and silver makeup is wrapped.
On the cold ground, a pale young swordsman held a long sword in his arms and walked in the wind and snow. The cold wind was cold, and the young man's body trembled. He looked up at the sky towering into the clouds in front of him, tightened his thin white robe, purple lips, and stepped on the snow that was almost knee The clouds and fog, walking to the top of the mountain with cold snow...
I am a swordsman who lives on swords and kills countless people.
Holding a sword is not only for life, but also for kendo.
In ancient language, you can't have both fish and bear paws. Whether you can get it at the same time depends on how you do it or by any means.
Because he is a guest, for the sake of life, I once chased and killed a statue for thousands of miles. After more than ten days, I killed him in front of the door of the rescue he sought and in the downtown.
A customer, you must have perseverance in your temperament, and you can endure what you can't tolerate.
In the winter, the wind is like a knife, tearing the bones, but I can never step back.
Today is a great legend in the world. On the day of the rise of the snow-clothed man's way, this matter has long spread all over the world, and the place is on the top of this thousand-foot peak.
Although the road is difficult, for me, the only difference is only in time...
On the rugged snowy road, a young man walked and finally reached the peak with a sword...
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"You're finally here!" Just as Feng Yun Wuji reached the peak and poked his head out of a rock covered with thick frost and snow on the surface, a plain voice floated into his ears from the top of the peak.
Fengyun Wuji followed the sound, but saw a white-haired and white-bearded man sitting cross-legged in the snow at the top of the peak, wearing a wide imperial robe, and looking angry.
Feng Yun Wuji was hesitant and didn't understand why the snowman seemed to know him.
"Have you forgotten?" The snowman showed an indifferent smile at the corners of his mouth, with an invisible charm: "Let me help you remember!"
The snowman's right hand sleeve robe shook, and his slender palm came out from the bottom of his sleeve. His five fingers were closed one by one. Between his palms, there was an extra white snow knife. Suddenly, in the sky, a huge knife split from the clouds, and the knife gas divided the heaven and earth into two...
Boom!
Seeing the familiar knife and the familiar swing, Fengyun Wuji's mind suddenly shook, as if something had been shaken open, and then a long-sealed memory surged into his heart, and a dream-like feeling surged into his heart...
"The Emperor of War!" Fengyun Wuji exclaimed.
"..., you finally remembered!" The Emperor of War waved his hand, and the magnificent knife was folded in the air, and then cut to the other side.
Boom!!!
With the loud noise, the whole mountain peak is buzzing and trembling, and it seems that it will collapse at any time. The knife gas is exposed, the snow is splashing, and there are bursts of snow and fog...
Shashasha! ~
The sound of footsteps came, and the thick snow fog finally calmed down a little. From the snow fog, a green man slowly paced out!
"Jun Qianshang!" Fengyun Wuji subconsciously blurted out. The two people in front of him had never seen it, but why did they seem so familiar?
When the green-shirted man heard the words, he turned his head and glanced at Fengyun Wuji indifferently, and his eyes were strange...
"Strong is doubtful, solid, not necessarily! ..." The War Emperor looked at Feng Yun Wuji, stood with his hands on his back, and said indifferently, "It may be the purpose of Jun Qianshang to help you condense your soul with reincarnation!"
The man in the blue shirt beside him did not respond, but stared at the Emperor of War indifferently. Under his feet, the blue hem rolled up, and then hunted and danced in a green shirt...
"What are you talking about?" The swordsman in white said at a loss. In his mind, the vague memory is intertwined with the memory of reality. One is dreamy, the other is real, but the meaning of the snowman in front of him seems to be real, which is a dream; like a dream, it is true...
In the impression of a swordsman in white, people do not have such a destructive power. This power only exists in the vague dream, but now, it appears in front of you...
"What is a dream and what is reality..." The swordsman in white muttered to himself...
In a trance, a voice echoed in the depths of my mind and in the dark space: "Reincarnation, the most ruthless..."