Chapter 922 You in the Dream

Everyone thought that Ye Wuming took Zhao Changhe to "Zhaocuo", which was their little secret place.

Actually, they didn't.

No matter what method is used to achieve the crossing, the basic principle is that the farther away, the more energy it takes. At this moment, Ye Wuming will not waste energy to travel to such a far place on the earth.

What if the energy is wasted and he can't beat him...

The two held hands, their minds were connected, and they mobilized their magical powers at the same time.

The next moment, the two appeared in a desolate mountain and wilderness, the moon was dark and the wind was high, corpses were everywhere, and weapons were scattered all over the ground.

Zhao Changhe looked at the surrounding scene in a trance, and didn't say a word for a long time.

This was the scene in the dream... In this desolate mountain and wilderness, a multi-party melee broke out, and the ground was full of corpses. I was in it and didn't know who was my friend and who was my enemy. I could only grab the scattered weapons on the ground and chop them randomly.

At that time, I chose a broadsword, and a wild swing could keep a group of people away.

The fate of the broadsword is still there. The dragon bird screams excitedly in his hand. The blade still has the blood from cutting Luochuan's neck just now. The blood of the other side penetrates the blade, exuding a faint divinity.

Year after year, the scene remains the same. The demon girl is behind him, and the fragrance on her body is the same as before.

In fact, this is not a real scene... I was really dreaming at the beginning. It was Ye Wuming's soul that invaded the sea of ​​consciousness and constructed the scene in the sea of ​​consciousness. The so-called multiple parties in the melee are actually the entry level of different martial arts. One is to test the different martial arts talents and suitability of the selected person, and the other is to test the combat smell and indomitable will of the selected person.

The seemingly simple test actually screened out many people. Talent is originally one in ten thousand, and will is even more difficult to know.

There are any types of weapons on the ground. Seeing which one the selected person will choose is also a part of calculating luck and observing martial arts, just like drawing lots for children.

Zhao Changhe chose the most violent type, and directly swung his force to break through thousands of troops. Just like his heroic and brave personality.

This style of fighting is easy to get hurt, and it is also easy to be hurt from behind. Every time she backstabs and sneak attacks, she is actually reminding Zhao Changhe that this kind of fighting is not good.

Also just like his personality, too strong and loyal, once he is backstabbed, he may collapse completely.

However, he is very lucky... From beginning to end, that kind of betrayal has never happened to him. Or maybe it's not just luck, but he treats people with sincerity, so he has friends all over the world and beauties all over the world. In the end, he took on the weight of the three realms and brought the war that lasted for two eras to an end.

However, although these were done by Ye Wuming, Ye Wuming was not in the mood to construct the scene whether it was a wilderness, a mountain forest or a city battle, and he would not arrange whether it was day or night, how high the mountain was and how deep the water was. These were born based on Zhao Changhe's own dreams, and he dreamed of whatever he dreamed of.

With Ye Wuming's previous ability, he couldn't make this illusory scene in the dream materialize. Now he can do it... But if he wants to materialize it, he also needs Zhao Changhe's cooperation to trace back and extract the illusion in his dream and restore it.

So the two of them worked together to complete a small "creation", which is a newly created small space.

Seeing Zhao Changhe turn his head and look around, Ye Wuming sighed lightly.

Just now Zhao Changhe was still saying "Do you and I have any tacit understanding?" You said whether there is a tacit understanding... The two of them didn't say where to fight, but they completed a small creation at the same time. Ye Wuming didn't know when he and Zhao Changhe had such a heart-to-heart communication, and it was so coincidental... But it is obvious that this is the first place where the two met and the beginning of their grievances.

Zhao Changhe had his back to her all the time. He looked at her for a long time before he asked softly, "Why did you choose a student at that time? You should have gone to the army to find someone."

Ye Wuming said, "Of course I looked for a teenager, who is very malleable... but I was never satisfied. The first time I tried to find a college student, I found you."

Zhao Changhe suddenly laughed, "Is it fate?"

Ye Wuming responded calmly but affirmatively, "Of course it is."

Zhao Changhe finally turned his head to look at her, and Ye Wuming looked at her calmly.

There seemed to be no shadow of Zhao Changhe in her deep eyes.

Zhao Changhe's eyes moved slightly, and he finally raised his broadsword, "My so-called injury has actually healed... I have a strong recovery ability, and Chi Chi has been treating me in secret just now."

Ye Wuming said, "Why don't you continue to pretend? Showing weakness to the enemy and then killing them suddenly, isn't that your usual trick? You were using it just now."

Zhao Changhe said, "The battle for victory in the martial arts world is only about life and death... No matter what method is used, surviving is the first priority. The Book of Chaos also recognizes this, doesn't it?"

Ye Wuming said nothing.

Zhao Changhe smiled: "But between you and me, we don't talk about this."

Ye Wuming had a blank expression: "What's so special about you and me?"

Zhao Changhe smiled: "At least if I use some tricks to capture someone, I won't let him go easily."

Ye Wuming's heart skipped a beat, and his face felt a little hot.

Before, he was pressed down as a mattress, and he was touched everywhere and even kissed, but he didn't feel as embarrassed and ashamed as being captured twice just now. After all, he couldn't move at that time, and he had a lot of excuses to convince himself, but just now he was really captured in his prime.

Although he saved his strength...although he had help. Being captured is being captured, if it's really an enemy, a captive is a captive, and he has already been dealt with.

Just when his mind was in a trance, there was a whistling sound in front of him, and the broadsword had already swung and slashed wildly: "Pay attention...there are only you and me here."

There are only you and me here, and once we lose the battle, there is no reason.

"Dang!" Ye Wuming collected his thoughts, and took out a dagger from somewhere, and held the blade at an angle.

The dagger held the broadsword firmly, but it was impossible to shake it off.

A strange light flashed in Zhao Changhe's eyes. He resisted the urge to ask where the dagger came from. Longque swung it and instantly slashed out thousands of knives, like a violent storm.

Ye Wuming held the dagger upside down, and his figure shuttled through the violent storm like a ghost.

If there were outsiders watching, they would probably not even see the figure and the knife light, but only hear the continuous sound of pearls falling on a jade plate.

The two of them did not use the power of the stars, the power of cause and effect, or the slash of time and space. It was just the purest power and speed, and the duel of martial arts skills.

Because that was the beginning of everyone, and it should be concluded at this place where they first met.

The Ye Wuming Zhao Changhe had seen was always very mysterious, but at this moment he also discovered that even in terms of pure martial arts, Ye Wuming was the strongest one he had ever seen. She was a book spirit... Everything that the Heavenly Book had evolved to teach him could actually be seen as Ye Wuming's deduction and slow-motion teaching.

Everything he knew, Ye Wuming knew. Every bit of the time he had been immersed in the Heavenly Book VR had turned into the battle situation at this moment, and every move he had simulated seemed to be for today.

"Ding Ding Ding..." Zhao Changhe slashed with the broadsword and dagger for tens of thousands of times, and Ye Wuming flew into the air, her jade feet lightly touching the side of the knife, with an extremely graceful posture.

The twin-tailed loli in the knife felt that someone had stepped on her head, and angrily stretched out her little hand from the knife to grab her ankle, but caught nothing.

Even Zhao Changhe's naked eyes temporarily lost the trace of Ye Wuming, her speed was too fast. No matter how agile the dragon bird is, the physical characteristics determine that the broadsword cannot be as light and agile as a dagger. There has been a sense of sluggishness in the battle just now.

But the same physical characteristics determine that the lack of agility can be compensated by violence. Ye Wuming needs to play countless tricks, he only needs to slash with a knife, breaking all tricks.

A strong wind came from the left. Zhao Changhe shouted, and the dragon bird swept across.

The violent knife energy whistled out, and thousands of troops were broken. No matter what tricks the stinky demon woman played, she must avoid the power of this slash.

However, when the knife was slashed, the strong wind disappeared, and the fragrant wind was faintly diffused on the right. This knife sweep caused the body to turn to the left, and the right side was an empty door. The sharpness that seemed to be there and not there directly hit the right rib. Before it came to the body, goose bumps had already appeared all over the body.

What a familiar scene.

Both people had the same feeling in their hearts, as if this duel was only for this moment.

Zhao Changhe's left-handed sword seemed to go against the rules, suddenly stopped in mid-air, and turned back to slash.

A standard back-and-forth slash... the first move he had practiced since crossing over. No need to use up all the strength, and there is endless room for improvement.

At this moment, many thoughts flashed through Ye Wuming's mind.

Of course, she knew that Zhao Changhe would turn around and slash like this, which was originally a basic reaction to counter the moves. As a reaction that was expected, the standard treatment was of course to calculate the lead time accurately, change the direction again, and pull this broadsword barbarian to lose his way, gradually accumulating the advantage.

But there is another way to deal with it, which is to take risks. Because this back-and-forth slash itself will be a little slower, if she is willing to take risks, she can completely stab the opponent before the broadsword slashes, and then leave freely and casually, reproducing the scene of the year.

Obviously knowing that Zhao Changhe's current strength is not a joke, choosing the former is safer, but at this moment Ye Wuming can't help but feel the urge to choose the latter.

If you want to settle the cause and effect of the past, I must make you lose in the same scene as that year.

Only then can you regain the psychological advantage in front of him and offset all the humiliation of the past days.

The action flashed faster than the thought, and Ye Wuming's dagger had already stabbed into Zhao Changhe's right back rib.

The broadsword had also swept to the edge of her neck, only a few inches away.

Ye Wuming did not intend to hold back this time. As long as the dagger stabbed in, the few inches of the blade would be a natural moat, and she could completely dodge without a trace, and the victory or defeat would be decided.

But at the moment the dagger stabbed into the ribs, Ye Wuming's heart suddenly jumped.

Zhao Changhe did not dodge, but arched his body and rushed straight towards her. The dagger stabbed into the ribs firmly, blood gushed out, and her body also retreated backwards as if hit by a tank.

This collision made her dodge impossible. Zhao Changhe’s slashing back didn’t allow her to withdraw her dagger… The broadsword was so long that she couldn’t avoid the broadsword’s range while retreating, and the tip of the dagger was right at her neck.

The air was quiet for a moment.

Ye Wuming stared at Zhao Changhe’s right rib, where blood was gushing out, and then at the broadsword in front of him, his mind blank for a moment.

Zhao Changhe had already expected that she would take risks and would not pull and pull according to the rules… This slashing back was waiting for her to stab, and he had already prepared himself to hit the dagger, just to put the dragon bird on her neck…

Now if we have to talk about the victory or defeat, how can we say it…

Theoretically, she hit Zhao Changhe first, and at this level, there is no difference in vital points. Her energy raging in Zhao Changhe’s body can also kill him. But Zhao Changhe can also break her neck while being killed, and die together.

Of course, she can’t activate her energy, and Zhao Changhe can’t cut her neck. The scene looked like one was injured and the other had a knife on her neck.

If there were an outsider as the referee, she would most likely be declared the loser... The most subtle thing was that in everyone's own inner cognition, it seemed that as long as he put the dragon bird on her neck, it proved something.

All his actions are directed towards: I want you.

And this knife is just to tell her that I am qualified.

"In fact, I never thought that I could completely defeat you... You can't win in a duel, not even Luochuan." The two looked at each other for a long time, and Zhao Changhe slowly said: "Two captures, two verticals, shaken Your fighting spirit and my momentum are at their peak. Everyone thinks I am confident, maybe even you think so... but I still don't think I can beat you."

Ye Wuming looked at him quietly without responding.

Zhao Changhe whispered: "What I want has always been to repeat this backstabbing... When you think you have succeeded, put the knife on your neck. Then I ask you, who am I today? What do you think?"

Ye Wuming still didn't respond.

Zhao Changhe moved the dragon bird away and took a big step forward. Ye Wuming instinctively took half a step back, but he was still close at hand. His majestic body stood in front of her like a mountain. Looking down, she had to raise her head slightly to look at him, and suddenly she felt weak.

Zhao Changhe stabbed the dragon bird heavily on the ground: "It took you two epochs to tell Luochuan that the creatures controlled by heaven will overthrow him sooner or later. Within thirty-three years, I will stand in front of you and tell him One thing you have in common.”

Ye Wuming finally spoke: "Do you want me to admit my mistake?"

"It makes no sense." Zhao Changhe reached out and lifted her chin. Ye Wuming looked up at him without struggling.

Zhao Changhe looked into her eyes and said slowly: "You said you were as indifferent as the night, and there would be no one in your eyes... I was thinking, once I had your eyes in my body, now do you have me in your eyes? ?”

The autumn-like pupils flashed slightly, and Zhao Changhe's face was clearly reflected in them.

"It seems there is." Zhao Changhe finally laughed and pointed to the surroundings: "You and I have the same mind, and we built this place at the same time. When we get here... Do you think that just by completing the initial fate between you and me, we have changed my past? dream?"

Ye Wuming said: "Isn't it?"

"Not just." Zhao Changhe whispered: "Before, you said that you wanted me to give you a betrothal gift... I have been thinking about it, but I don't know what kind of betrothal gift I should give you. You are rich in the three realms and have everything. Even those from outside the realm. God, you have seen more than us. I can't give you anything special. If you say defeating Luo Chuan as a gift, this doesn't seem to count. After all, he is our common enemy. Who can compare to Jiuyou's resentment towards him. Du Da, how dare you say that it is your betrothal gift with a shameless face? "

Ye Wuming opened his mouth and closed it again.

At this time, I still say that the love letter was not written by me, so what’s the point?

"After much thought, I think this place is good." Zhao Changhe pointed to the surroundings: "This is my dream. You broke into my dream without my consent. Now that I have turned it into reality, you will also He came to me in a dream. You and I build this world together and create a dream world that belongs to you and me. Is this a reasonable betrothal gift? "

Ye Wuming's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

All the quotations and earthy love words from the boss before were shattered to pieces in front of this sentence.

Zhao Changhe continued: "If you don't say anything, I will assume that you approve of this betrothal gift."

Ye Wuming wanted to speak, but she really didn't know how to say it. From the moment the dragon bird was held on her neck, her mind was blank.

This knife seemed to provide legal basis for all previous frivolities, and also provided three matchmaking tools for subsequent betrothal gifts.

After holding it in for a while, Nameless Ye finally said feebly: "Is this the only theme you have from beginning to end? Can't we talk about other relationships?"

Zhao Changhe was stunned by these words: "What's the relationship? Master and apprentice?"

According to the fact that all the demonstrations in the Book of Heaven were her will, it was indeed Master, and Professor Sun did not have such standards.

Ye Wuming raised his head and thought about it, then suddenly smiled: "Haven't you ever thought that you are my brother-in-law?"

Zhao Changhe was stunned.

Ye Wuming's smile became a little charming: "Why, do you feel that it's overlapping?"

"...Are you trying to seduce me by saying this?"

"I don't know what kind of person would regard such words as seduction." Ye Wuming turned around and clasped his hands behind his back, walking leisurely to the side of the mountain: "To normal people's ears, doesn't this sound like rejection? How can any brother-in-law give a betrothal gift to his sister-in-law?"

Zhao Changhe hugged her from behind: "When did I say that I was a normal person... Don't you know that I am a notorious gangster?"

Ye Wuming struggled a little, and Zhao Changhe groaned as the wound on his ribs hurt.

Ye Wuming finally stopped struggling and stood there quietly letting him hold her.

The atmosphere was quiet for a moment, but there was no wind or moon in the space.

The hearts of the two slowly calmed down, and all the grievances, desires, and entanglements finally came to an end.

Ye Wuming stared at the distant sky in ecstasy, and whispered: "This world is simple, without moon and wind... You gave me the stars in the sky, and I accepted this betrothal gift."