Chapter 383: Shanhai Pressing Head Squad Formed

On the high-speed rail, Wei Yuan couldn't resist the sudden drowsiness, even if he was practicing exercises.

It's almost like a sleeping pill.

In the end, Wei Yuan was silent for a while, took out an eye mask, buttoned it up, and then put on the mask to ensure that the expression in his dream would not be too deathly. This was his last stubbornness.

Then step back into the chair and fold your palms on your belly.

With one eye closed, there is nothing to contend with.

………………

in a dream.

Wei Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

In other words, he 'woke up' in the sound of sharpening the knife.

That kind of atmosphere gave him an inexplicable feeling of getting younger, or rather, the feeling of a long time, as if when he didn't do his homework in elementary school, he kept a straight face and watched the head teacher slowly come over and start spot-checking the homework ; or the math teacher stands on the podium, his glasses scan the students below with a strange light, the same as when he is about to catch someone on the blackboard to do the problem.

Under normal circumstances, at this time, the teacher's hand will definitely fall on the blank homework book.

Life is so fucked up.

When you realize you're going to be unlucky, you're often more unlucky than you expected.

Wei Yuan opened his eyes, and looked at the grinning Xing Tian as soon as he opened his eyes. In one hand, he held an ax that had transformed out of nowhere, and in the other hand, he was holding a whetstone of the special edition of Shan Hai Shen Dai, sharpening the knife with a grinning grin. As he approached, the whetstone rubbed against the blade of the axe, bursting out bursts of golden sparks.

Wei Yuan gasped.

Wei Yuan's scalp went numb, seeing Zhu Jiuyin wearing a blue shirt, with his back to him, drinking tea slowly, stretched out his hand and shouted:

"Wait, Zhu Jiuyin, I can explain!"

Zhu Jiuyin lightly blew on the teacup and said, "Hit lightly."

Then when Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, he said slowly:

"At least keep your right hand."

Gotta save it for cooking.

Wei Yuan: "??!"

With a grinning grin, Xing Tian crushed the whetstone with one hand, and then held the ax with both hands, casting a huge shadow on Wei Yuan's face, showing that Wei was weak, pitiful, and helpless.

But it deserves it.

Xing Tian's battle ax slashed down violently.

A sword appeared in Wei Yuan's palm.

The momentum is heavy.

This is my dream!

I am the master of the dream!

Wei Yuan breathed out, his mood was agitated, and his willpower continued to climb upwards, as if he had reached the peak of his state of mind, and then he slashed out with a sword, stepping forward, every inch of muscle, bone, and flesh and blood in his body seemed to explode With all his strength, the power of this sword was pushed to an unprecedented limit.

Then, Wei Yuan proved a wise saying.

The power of the heart...

Nima is useless.

Idealism is unacceptable.

The sword transformed in the dream shattered into several halves with a click.

In front of an existence like Xing Tian, ​​even Xing Tian, ​​who is far below his peak period, is still the God of War. The dream illusion technique of the mountain and sea era is not worth mentioning at all. A monster in a dream like Shen Yi or Birch is rounded and flattened.

So, Zhu Jiuyin held the tea and sipped it lightly, with a leisurely expression.

On the table are delicacies taken from Wei Yuan's memory.

Behind Zhu Jiuyin, Wei Yuan and Xing Tian are engaging in friendly and exciting 'bowling/golf' peek-a-boo activities, those who win play, and those who lose play ball, there is only one winner, Xing Tian roared angrily Slashing horizontally and vertically, Wei Yuan was in a panic and tried his best to hide.

Even if for some reason, Xing Tian didn't seem to use all his strength, or in other words, he was unable to use his full strength due to the influence of Zhu Jiuyin, Wei Yuan was still persecuted hard enough under the aura of the God of War, which made him have the same cultivation level as before. When I was high, I faced the tragic situation of Xiang Yu's phantom in the Battle of Gaixia.

If it was before——

Then it is our duty to recast the spirit of China.

Today's dream is——

As long as he can withstand Xing Tian's axe, he will be considered a victory.

In the end, Wei Yuan gritted his teeth and twisted his body violently. The sword in his palm was pressed against Xing Tian's ax blade. Immediately, with the peak comprehension of Overlord Xiang Yu's martial arts, he turned extremely strong into harmony, and slashed against the ax blade. Xing Tian Unconsciously, he slashed down violently, fighting close to each other, killing every step of the way, and the killing was extremely brutal.

Wei Yuan saw Xing Tian's ax up close.

It's hard to describe what a domineering and brutal move it was. The speed and strength had reached the level of power. It was the purest way to prove the truth with strength. Wei Yuan's pupils shrank, and he really felt that if he was killed by Xing Tian in his dream, he would probably die. Real death, the instinctive resistance made the dream body burst out with stronger power.

The sword in the palm re-condensed, screamed violently, and slashed away.

At this moment, Zhu Jiuyin gently put down the cup in her hand.

In the dream, a faint ripple flashed across.

The extremely domineering power that seemed to be able to split Buzhou Mountains suddenly stopped, but Wei Yuan's sword could not be restrained. This was almost the most fierce and purest sword in Wei Yuan's past and present lives. , he was only inspired by the fight with Xing Tian, ​​which has exceeded his limit.

Just like Wei Yuan guiding Xiang Hongyu before.

This sword hit heavily on Xing Tian's chest muscles,

Then, the iron eagle sword in the dream was directly crushed by Xing Tian's chest muscles.

There was only one hilt left in Wei Yuan's hand.

The blade of the sword fell to the ground with a clatter.

Xing Tian's exaggerated pectoralis major muscles were still moving.

Qiangu Wushuang, the number one hunk outside of Chi You in the world of mountains and seas.

Except for fighting Xuanyuan Huangdi and being mentally reduced, there are no shortcomings.

But at this moment, Xing Tian, ​​who would have been furious, suddenly softened his tone, and apologized again and again with an extremely sincere apology: "Little brother, are you okay?"

"Um??"

Wei Yuan froze for a moment, raised his head, and saw a head appearing on Xing Tian's neck.

This is his dream, so he immediately recognized that this head is a product of the dream, such a thing to manifest the head of the god of war in the dream is far beyond the power of all dream gods, who can do this , only the top gods, such as——

To some extent, Zhu Jiuyin controls the years.

Wei Yuan turned his head to look at Zhu Jiuyin.

Zhu Jiuyin turned her body sideways, facing Wei Yuan sideways, her face ancient and peaceful.

Apologetically, Xing Tian picked up Wei Yuan who was forced to half kneel on the ground by his aura. He was tall and far surpassed Wei Yuan. Like a black and white raccoon cat, the corners of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, but when he raised his head, he saw Xing Tian's face full of apology.

He pointed to his own head, smiled wryly and said, "Sorry, little brother."

"My head is hidden by Xuanyuan, and there is a high probability that I can only act on instinct."

"Three souls and seven souls are not complete, and I can't think carefully."

He was too polite, Wei Yuan felt apologetic, cupped his hands and said, "I did this before, and I was somewhat reckless at that time, so I'm very sorry."

"Hahaha, don't worry about the past life, it's not a big deal in the first place."

Xing Tian laughed and returned the salute, it's amazing that such a burly God of War has a refined and gentle demeanor at the moment:

"But this time, I took the initiative to find you after waking up. You are not strong enough. It is still a choice to have such a wonderful way to break the situation. Why do you need to apologize? If I hurt you under instinct , I made a big mistake instead."

"If you still feel sorry, why don't we have a drink? Although I don't like Xuanyuan, I still like the wine brewed by his servant Du Kang."

He also slightly returned the gift.

Wei Yuan felt emotional in his heart and was about to speak.

Seeing that when Xing Tian returned the salute, his head fell down again with a grunt.

Xing Tian paused, opened his eyes on his chest, and was furious. He stretched out his hand and lifted Wei Yuan's back collar, and roared at close range: "Little thief!!! How dare you get so close! You humiliate me!" !!!”

"Is it bad for me to be an axe?!"

Wei Yuan: "..."

He stretched out his hand silently and straightened Xing Tian's head.

Xing Tian's voice stopped abruptly.

Xing Tian looked at Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan looked at Xing Tian.

The atmosphere was awkward for a moment.

So Xing Tian hurriedly put Wei Yuan down on the ground again, helped him straighten his clothes, with an extremely apologetic face, and said repeatedly:

"I'm really sorry, I'm sorry... Generally speaking, I don't have to worry about these wounds, but Xuanyuan's sword is a bit special. The wound is separated from the luck of the human race, so it can't grow. He hid my head again..."

"Well, I have to let myself fall asleep, but sometimes I will wake up."

After a while, Xing Tian and Wei Yuan also took their seats, but Zhu Jiuyin was always facing them sideways, as if looking into the distance, his eyes were indifferent, and his demeanor became more ancient and distant.

Wei Yuan was always a little weird in his heart, Xing Tian was apologetic, raised his glass and said:

"Zhu Jiuyin, before I couldn't think, I acted instinctively, and ran to Jiuyou with that pottery pot. It caused you a lot of trouble, so please don't take it to heart."

After Xing Tian had his head, his speech became more gentle and his thoughts were clear.

Zhu Jiuyin was noncommittal.

Claypot, Jiuyou...

Wei Yuan looked at Zhu Jiuyin, pondered for a while, and suddenly realized that the relationship between each other was considered good friends, and it was too late for reason to control, Wei Yuan had already asked casually:

"Zhu Jiuyin, did Xing Tian smash you with a clay pot..."

Zhu Jiuyin paused slightly.

The smile froze on Wei Yuan's face.

etc……

I got it right? !

I'm just kidding...

Zhu Jiuyin's eyes swept across, and Xing Tian's head disappeared again, and then he roared:

"Little thief, how dare you do that!"

After a while.

"Okay, I really understand what happened. Xing Tian's situation is because his head was taken away, and the wound has the luck of the human race. Zhu Jiuyin, you should want my help, right?"

Wei Yuan's tone was calm.

The huge clay pot was filled with coarse salt, and Wei Yuan, who was clothed, was buried in it, with only his head exposed, and said calmly, "But, can you let me out first before we talk."

"It's hard for me to tell you like this."

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And at this time, on Sakurajima, far away from the East China Sea, something shocking to the world also happened——

They have decided a new generation of Yuzhong of Heaven.

PS: The first update today...