In fact, Yue Hongling, Huangfuqing and others who went on the expedition at this time also had the same strange feeling in their hearts... From guarding their own world to fighting out, here they are defending the enemy outside the country, and over there Ye Wuming may have already destroyed the opponent's core.

, does this look like Fenglang Juxu on another level?

It turns out that the principles of the human world are the same on other levels.

There is no reason to defend forever. At a certain time, you should take the initiative to eliminate all threats and restore peace to the world. It just requires a backbone that can unite everyone and act together towards a goal...

By the way, when did this start, Zhao Changhe has already twisted Ye Wuming into one?

Is it because in the short video sent by Piaomiao, Ye Wuming had his butt screwed?

Forget it, don't think about this... Yue Hongling's long sword shook slightly and pointed at the demon cultivator wielding the sword in front: "I thought there would be some strong person in the star field... Now it seems that the other side is hard to see, but that's it. Let me see

What’s so special about the sword from outside the realm?”

Who is the outsider? You are the outsider demons, right? The demon cultivators are all confused now, and this battle is simply confusing to them.

For tens of thousands of years, Luo Chuan was unwilling to involve anyone else in the matter of the Heavenly Book for fear of creating complications. This was the same as Ye Wuming's thinking. But in the current situation, he could no longer hide it.

Forces will inevitably be used, and there may even be secret alliances with other forbidden land forces.

Zhao Changhe has long ago determined this. When the battlefield enters the universe, it will not be possible to settle grievances by oneself behind closed doors in the world of the Book of Heaven.

This is a war of forces! It includes our own forces and external forces.

In terms of external forces, it is not known whether Emperor Kumu is reliable...but in terms of his own forces, Zhao Changhe has never been afraid of anyone, and he only beats one wife.

…………

When Ye Wuming was about to destroy the world, Zhao Changhe and Ye Jiuyou had already entered into a fierce battle with Luochuan.

"Qiang!" The dragon bird struck Luo Chuan's flying sword hard, causing the flying sword to spin and fall back into Luo Chuan's hand.

Longque was trembling with excitement: "His sword is not as good as mine!"

In the past, Luo Chuan could not even be harmed, and he had to sacrifice his own flesh and blood to achieve an attack that "does not belong to the realm of heaven." Now he can do it with a single sword.

After being reforged with the Star Iron, the Dragon Bird's indestructible violence is already comparable to Luochuan's flying sword, but its ferocity is even greater.

The material of the sword is only the basis, and it is more important to match the master's performance. In the sword fight, the clear meaning of the passage of time and the withering of life has been completely cut off by Longque. In terms of relevant laws, Zhao Changhe is no longer inferior.

Luochuan half a point.

All preparations are made for today's narrow encounter.

Zhao Changhe did not respond to Longque's cry and stabbed him again.

Luochuan's flying sword spun around, turned into a sharp light and shot straight out, hitting the blade heavily.

This time the exchange was silent, the two people's seas of consciousness were shaken at the same time, and they seemed to have hallucinations in front of their eyes, as if they had fallen into another time and space at the same time.

"Zhao Changhe! I have endured this for a long time. Stand at the door and wake up!"

The familiar voice seemed to come from a very far away place. Zhao Changhe opened his eyes in confusion and saw the angry face of the professor in the university class. He turned around and saw that the classmates were all turning to look at him, with suppressed smiles on their faces.

The dream this time was so long... It was no longer about slashing with a broadsword and then being stabbed to death by a witch.

So many stories, such a complete beginning and end.

How many grievances and hatreds, how many beautiful clothes and angry horses, how many close friends and beauties lingering, how many hearty manifestations of sainthood.

Singing and drinking wildly, galloping across the grassland, across the sea of ​​stars, this is what I dreamed of.

Is it a dream?

I'm back... This is what I've been pursuing, isn't it?

No, it's not.

These days, I don’t even dare to write novels that end with a dream, otherwise I will be scolded by readers.

Those souls have been forged, traveling through the past and present; those bodies have been tempered hundreds of times, cut into pieces with thousands of swords. All the details are vividly visible, how can they be faked?

The blood stains coughed up by the evening makeup, Hong Ling's determined look back, the moment Suzaku took off his mask, and the lazy Sanniang in the wind and rain on the desert island.

I have been copying books for a long time, and I am obsessed with thinking. The poor Yangyang is wearing a rabbit hat under the rain eaves, surrounded by evil spirits, but he is reluctant to strike out a fatal blow to Piaomiao.

Jiuyou, who has been alone in the dark abyss for thousands of years, can only watch someone who is aloof and aloof as he rubs the gun against her face.

If they are dreams, then what is my unwillingness to let go of at this moment?

Are you trying to play with the years, shake the cause and effect, reverse the effects of my life, trace back to the original cause, and make everything return to its origin?

This is not an illusion... it is a magic power that is very similar to my own "Causal Cutting" move. This move is very strong... but it seems to be useless.

Because I never planned to go back directly... I had no intention of going back before I killed the witch.

She is the BOSS, you are not worthy!

A broad knife struck the professor on the podium hard, and the cold light on the blade reflected the professor's astonished face.

The old face cracked, revealing Luochuan's pretty boy-like appearance, but at this moment he looked ferocious and his eyes were vicious: "Zhao Changhe, I have tolerated you for a long time..."

"I'm different..." Zhao Changhe slashed again and again: "There is basically no place for you in my eyes... Leave this classroom early, I still want to see Ye Wuming."
Chapter completed!