Chapter 966 In the Dream, the First Sword God Whose Strength Has Declined

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Bai Zhaoyun's consciousness is somewhat fuzzy.

He didn't remember why he fought with the sixteenth-level Winter God who was so powerful that his body trembled slightly.

I don't even remember how I got here.

But all of this looks... so real, so logical, without any abruptness, as if he should have appeared here, fighting with this sixteenth-level winter god.

Because this is a dream.

When people are in a dream, they don't feel that this is their own dream, but subconsciously feel that it is so real.

I don't deliberately think about why I appear here, and sometimes, I don't even remember my identity and accept a brand new identity.

Therefore, even if Bai Zhaoyun was still in the crypt one second, and suddenly faced a 16th-level winter god in a dream the next second, although this turning point was abrupt, Bai Zhaoyun didn't feel any disobedience, nor did he feel any tension. Where there is something wrong, all unreasonable things are subconsciously self-consistent.

at this time.

The nightmare hiding behind the dream is looking at Bai Zhaoyun excitedly!

As the number one sword god, Bai Zhaoyun is truly powerful.

But as the manipulator of the dream, this nightmare has already made Bai Zhaoyun forget his strength as the number one sword god in the dream, and gave him a brand new identity.

An ordinary eighth-order god!

Of course, Bai Zhaoyun's own strength will not change due to the interference of these dreams, but at this moment, in Bai Zhaoyun's heart, he is a god with only eighth-level strength!

As long as Bai Zhaoyun doesn't make a move, then, in the dream, he will always feel that he is just an eighth-level low-level god!

This nightmare is not stupid, he also knows that with the strength of Bai Zhaoyun's No. 1 sword god, facing the sixteenth-level god of winter that he made up, of course he will not be afraid, just a sword casually.

After all, let alone a sixteenth-level god of winter.

Just now, when Bai Zhaoyun faced the eighteenth-level fire god emperor, Prometheus, he dared to threaten him with a sword and scare him away!

but,

"Now in your cognition."

"You are just an ordinary eighth-level low-level god!"

"I don't believe it. Now that you have forgotten your terrifying strength, do you still dare to face a sixteenth-level winter god?"

"You, do you really dare to make a move?!"

This nightmare is just a gamble. Bai Zhaoyun, who has lost the strength of the first sword god and only thinks he is an eighth-level god, dare not make a move!

As long as he dare not make a move and sign a contract, no matter how strong Bai Zhaoyun is, he will become the plaything of this nightmare!

Of course, if Bai Zhaoyun really dared to make a move, he would discover the unreality of this dream, and after regaining consciousness, he could directly destroy this dream with his terrifying strength.

but.

An eighth-level lowly god, facing a sixteenth-level god of winter, dare to make a move?

Why don't you sign the contract obediently!

"I'm really looking forward to it." The nightmare looked at Bai Zhaoyun and licked his lips. "I will have a soul contract with the number one sword god, and the dignified Bai Zhaoyun will become my apostle!"

"No. No. It would be a waste of his soul to be an apostle!"

"The soul of the number one sword god...I want to devour him myself! With the soul of such a strong man, I am afraid that it is possible to become a high-level demon in a matter of minutes, even the sixteenth and seventeenth ranks, it is not impossible! "

The nightmare let out a greedy laugh.

I really didn't expect that one day, I would have such a powerful soul of a god!

but.

next moment.

The nightmare laughter suddenly stopped!

I saw Bai Zhaoyun looking at the sixteenth-level winter god in front of him, without a trace of fear on his face, his cold eyes were no different from him who is the number one sword god!

Indifferent, cold.

That's how the strong look down on the ants!

"This, how is this possible!" The nightmare's eyes widened in disbelief, "In his cognition, he only has eighth-level strength!"

"Why do you show such eyes when facing the god of winter at the sixteenth level!"

"No, it's impossible..."

but.

What frightened the nightmare even more.

Bai Zhaoyun not only sized up the 16th-rank God of Winter coldly, but even held his sword in one hand and took the initiative to take a step forward!

"This guy... isn't he afraid?!"

"Under the effect of this dream, he clearly felt that he only had eighth-level strength!"

"But why does he dare to take a step forward!"

Meng Meng looked at Bai Zhaoyun in disbelief.

That white dress flutters without the wind!

And in fact.

Of course Bai Zhaoyun was afraid.

But he has long been used to it.

As the number one sword god, when faced with an enemy, did his legs under the white robe not tremble?

Just kidding, have I, Bai Zhaoyun, ever fought an enemy weaker than myself?

Those countless "battles" have already honed Bai Zhaoyun's amazing acting skills, no matter how scared he is, he still has that indifferent look on his face.

It is still a superior momentum!

In those performances, Bai Zhaoyun's acting skills have already reached the peak of the god of acting!

As for the misunderstanding of strength brought about by this dream... it has no effect on Bai Zhaoyun at all!

He himself is only at the sixth level of strength...

After being disturbed by the nightmare and becoming an "eighth-level god", not only did she not feel afraid, she even felt a little more confident...

Looking at the sixteenth-level Winter God who is so powerful that even the air is freezing in front of him.

Bai Zhaoyun, who has already achieved great success and is proficient in force skills, has no fear on his face, but instead shows a disdainful smile that barely arouses interest.

"An enemy of me?"

Under Mengmai's horrified gaze, Bai Zhaoyun took another step forward!

"snort."

"A mere little thief dares to throw an ax in front of me, do you know who I am?"

Bai Zhaoyun slowly drew his sword!

"Oh, listen up!"

"Heaven did not give birth to me, Bai Zhaoyun, and the way of swordsmanship is like a long night!"

"Sword Qi spans thirty thousand miles, and a sword's light chills nineteen continents!"

"Shua!"

Bai Zhaoyun, pointing his sword at the sky!

this moment.

The white clothes fluttered, and the terrifying sword energy was blowing out in all directions like a gust of wind, and the sword gang was surging, as if it was about to tear apart the space!

That radiant sword light illuminates the eternal night and sweeps the world!

The billowing sword energy spanned for thirty thousand miles, condensing majesticly on Bai Zhaoyun's body!

At this moment, Bai Zhaoyun is the brightest sword in the world!

Under the sword light, the white clothes fluttered.

Those icy eyes were like gods looking down on ants, full of aloofness and indifference.

just like.

To him, the sixteenth-level god of winter in front of him is an ant that can be killed with a single sword!

This is the aura of the strong!

next moment.

Bai Zhaoyun's sword tip vibrated, pointing directly at the sixteenth-level winter god, and said coldly: "Bai Zhaoyun, come here to ask for advice!"

"Damn it!"

Seeing this scene, the nightmare's scalp went numb.

This guy was not intimidated!

Was he not disturbed by the dream?

No, he must have been disturbed by the dream, otherwise he would have broken out of the dream long ago!

This guy now thinks that he only has eighth-level strength.

But why is it not only not intimidated, but so strong?

Could it be that the No. 1 Sword God was already so powerful when he reached the eighth level of cultivation?

This kind of strength to fight across several levels, this kind of terrifying talent... Is this the number one sword god?

Seeing that Bai Zhaoyun charged forward with a sword in hand, that nightmare was startled!

Can't let Bai Zhaoyun swing that sword!

Once that sword is swung, Bai Zhaoyun's true strength will be revealed immediately, and he will also instantly realize that this is a dream!

The most important thing is, what if this terrifying sword is really swung.

Don't talk about dreams, even the nightmare hidden under the dream, I'm afraid it will collapse under the terrifying sword energy!

In the dream, when Bai Zhaoyun was about to swing his sword.

"etc!"

The sixteenth-level god of winter, drawn by the nightmare, prostrated himself on the ground with a terrified expression: "I admit defeat!"