Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The deaths of the three Confucian scholars did not attract much attention.

In the present city, the two sides are fighting each other, the sword and the sword, the sound of clang, endlessly.

Moreover, Ning Zhao shot, almost just settled the battle between the electric light and flint, understatement, such as the dragonfly water.

Ning Zhao, blessed with Reiki, entered the realm of the guru martial arts. Even if he had not perfect grasp of Reiki, killing the second-rate martial arts was still easy.

A shocking color appeared in Yiyue's eyes, too strong, and sister Ning Zhao became too strong!

It is stronger and more powerful than the ordinary guru.

If you change her, in front of Ning Zhao, I'm afraid I can't stop a sword.

Ni Yuqiao's face was flushed red, holding the umbrella handle in both hands, his eyes widened... Okay, so amazing!

Lu Fan was sitting in a wheelchair with no expression on his face.

At first sight of murder, he was not used to it, but...

Sooner or later, get used to it.

If you live in troubled times, you have to get used to the rules of troubled times.

"Son, if you don't want to see blood, just cover your eyes."

Ning Zhaoqing fell down, her pretty face fell slightly, and whispered in Lu Fan's ear.

Lu Fan was stunned and smiled.

"Your son, it's not that weak."

"Sister Ning, take me to the top of the city."

"Yiyue, open the city gate."

Lu Fan patted the thin wool blanket on his knees and said.

"Well."

Ning Zhao Wen Wan smiled.

Yiyue's eyes flashed sharply, his long whip flicked, and there was blood surging, ejecting from the stacked corpses.

Lu Fan twisted his head, glanced at Ni Yu who happened to be staring at him, and he smiled with his palm.

"Xiao Ni, hold your umbrella."

"The handsome, nowhere to be placed, can't take care of the sun."

Ning Zhao stunned to push the wheelchair.

Ni Yu rolled his eyes, and he was... shameless.

From the bottom of the city to the top of the city, there is no slanting slope for wheelchairs, only narrow stairs that can only be used by one person.

At this moment, on this staircase, corpses lie prostrate.

"Son, sit tight."

Ning Zhaoding urged.

Lu Fan raised his eyebrows.

At the next moment, Ning Zhaosu patted the back of the wheelchair with small feet, and the white gauze that fell down suddenly turned.

Actually holding the wheelchair and stepping on the stairs, it seemed to be taking off.

A few steps up the city.

Ni Yu hurriedly closed the umbrella and hummed up the stairs.

In such a toss, Ni Yu is also bitter in her heart. She swears that after today, she must work hard to practice martial arts.

The wooden wheels landed and collided with the ancient bricks of the city to make a clear sound.

In fact, the battle on the head of the city is almost over.

The two sides did not score a victory or defeat, they are facing off.

Lu Changkong's credible military commander Luo Yue led the soldiers guarding the city and the armies of the three great families.

Ning Zhaodai landed at the head of the city and came out of the stairs. It happened to be at the front of the confrontation between the two sides, in the direction of the army of the three major families.

This emergence, inadvertently, became the focus of the audience.

The atmosphere became a little weird and awkward for a while.

The air was filled with blood and swords.

The forces on both sides were stunned.

"Ouch, son, sister Ning... wait for Xiao Ni."

Ni Yu grabbed the umbrella in one hand and clumsy hands on the other side, panting and climbing the stone ladder to the top of the city.

After reaching the head of the city, Xiao Ni's umbrella tip hit the ground, supporting one hand, breathing first.

Climbing dozens of steps up to the city in one breath, but she was bullied.

"Little Lord!"

suddenly.

A shrill hissing sounded, and the scared Ni Yu shook his hand,

Among the cronies of Lu Changkong's cronies, a general holding a blood-stained long sword issued a dizzying roar, with horror and despair.

They naturally recognized Lu Fan, the son of Lu Changkong, their young master.

However, the young master was physically impaired, his lower body was paralyzed, and it was difficult to walk. At this moment, he appeared above the city head.

Today's city is extremely dangerous and has almost become a Shura field on earth.

The three big families betrayed Beiluo City and completely torn their faces. Lu Fan appeared at the front of the army of the three big families.

On the other side, the strong men of the three great families also ecstatically stunned after being stunned.

"This is not the only son of Lu Changkong, the lame man of the Lu family?!"

"Hahaha! Hold him, and the control of Beiluo City is in our hands!"

"Be careful, Lu Changkong's maidservant for his baby son is a first-rate warrior!"

...

Among the three family camps, many Confucian warriors have their eyes open.

Boom!

However, this hustle and bustle only experienced a moment.

Above the city head, it was full of qi and blood shock. In the three family camps, martial arts burst out, like a beast smelling blood.

On the other side, Lu Changkong's trusted military commander also quickly rushed out to protect Lu Fan.

Lu Fan became the goal of both sides for a while.

However, Lu Fan, who accidentally became the target, was very calm.

Although the shock and shock of the blood made him look slightly red, but he did not panic at all, he should still have a good temperament.

"Xiao Ni, hold an umbrella."

Lu Fan propped his chin in one hand and laid it on the blanket covering the thigh with one hand.

Ni Yu quickly hurriedly opened the umbrella, holding the handle of the umbrella, shaking his legs to shade Lu Fan.

"The three great families colluded with the enemy and their crimes should be blamed."

"Behead it and hang the city head to show the crowd."

Lu Fan looked at the fighters who rushed in and said coldly.

Words fall.

Ning Zhao's gaze was like a torch, moving in a blink of an eye. The long sword as thin as a cicada's wings once again ejected the sheath from the handle of the wheelchair.

"Every half-paralyzed lame, it's full of pretense!"

Three family camps.

The killing first-rate martial arts smiled disdainfully.

This man is Chen He, the head of the Chen family of the three great families. He once worshipped the art of Confucianism and Taoism under the mentorship of the state. He usually looks like a Confucian student today, but today it is terrible.

Ning Zhao was indifferent like a thousand years of ice, and Lianbu moved gently.

Chen He did not relax either. Ning Zhao was undoubtedly Lu Changkong's first-rate maidservant who rationed Lu Fan to protect his safety.

Ning Zhao and Chen He are extremely fast, and the two are fast approaching.

The same is a first-rate martial arts man, Chen He is a male, more dominant, so he is confident.

Lu Changkong's celebrity martial arts general Luo Yue stepped up and stopped in front of Lu Fan.

Staring at the front battle.

next moment.

His eyes narrowed suddenly.

The sword light crossed like a meteor.

The battle ended quickly, beyond everyone's expectations.

Chen He collides with Ning Zhao.

Hearing a sudden explosion, Chen He was shocked in his heart, but he saw Ning Zhao's breath in an instant, soaring rapidly, a sword as thin as a cicada's wings, and the burst of power was like a heavy hammer.

Chen Hehu's mouth burst, and the sword in his hand collapsed.

No exclamation, but beheaded with a sword.

At the first level, he was shot by Ning Zhaojian on the back and rolled like a ball to the foot of the general Luo Yue.

Chen He's body was kicked by Ning Zhao and fell aside.

One kills the first-rate martial arts.

Ning Zhao seemed to have done a trivial thing.

Lian Bu stepped on the head of the city, his body exploded with strange noises.

The other two heads of the three big families were almost forced to go.

"Guru Warrior?!"

"Crazy! Lu Changkong, this lunatic!"

"Let a guru be a maidservant? Lu Changkong, you old fucker!"

The sudden death of Master Chen made the other three family members suddenly sober.

They were frightened, they scolded.

The other two heads of the house turned bad and turned away.

Judging from the strength of Ning Zhao's killing Chen He, it is not an ordinary guru!

Ning Zhao held a thin sword like a cicada's wings.

"The young man ordered you to die today."

"Then die well."

Ning Zhaodao.

At the next moment, a light blue aura swam through the body in Dan Tian's abdomen.

The speed of blasting suddenly accelerated, and in the narrow walkway of the watchtower, flew over the many guards of the three family families, catching up with the two family members who fled.

Poof!

Blood column rushing to the sky.

The cicada winged sword patted, and the two bloody first ranks were like Chen He's first ranks, and rolled down to Luo Yue's feet, neatly.

As for the two bodies, it was a powerless fall.

Above the city head.

Ning Zhao held a cicada winged sword in his hand, a light gauze dress, scattered with silk, and an extraordinary style.

The warriors and soldiers on the head of the city were horrified.

The strong masters can cross the ranks of the army and take the first rank of the enemy.

Now... they saw it with their own eyes.

Ning Zhao walked with his sword, the tip of the sword was dripping blood, walked out of the pawns of the three great families, and returned straight behind Lu Fan in a wheelchair.

No one dared to stop.

Above the tower, there was no sound.

Luo Yue looked at the three neatly arranged heads at his feet, a little ignorant.

Ning Zhao, this girl is taking drugs?

Why is it so strong?

And at this moment, Beiluo City is under.

Crunch.

A deafening voice sounded.

The closed gate was opened by Yi Yue.

Although the gate is heavy, Yiyue is a second-rate martial artist after all, with blood and energy running through the body, opening a heavy and dull gap.

Outside the city.

Lu Changkong lay on the horse's back. From the flying horse's mane, he saw the opening of the gate, and his eyes suddenly turned bright.

The horseshoe sounded fast.

Turned into a bloody shadow.

"open!"

Lu Changkong burst into tears.

Stepping on the horse's back with one foot, the body soared out, and the palm of the heavy city gate was shot, and the gap between the city gates was opened even harder.

The body is like a flexible monkey, and he digs into the city against the gate.

And the sweaty BMW was also accompanied by the sound of a horseshoe. After rushing into the city gate, at the moment when the sweaty BMW entered the city, Lu Changkong landed, turned back, withdrew the lunge, his palms were shot on the door, the blood was rolling, the upper body His clothes and armor were burst by shock.

Boom!

The gate forcibly closed.

"Drop the bolt!"

Lu Changkong descended.

While waiting for a long time, Yi Yue, who was blushed by the guru's bloody face, his eyes flashed, his whip loosened in his hand, the heavy city gate bolt fell, and the whole body was soft and paralyzed on the ground.

It's a moment.

The four master warriors attacked Qi Qi.

All hit the heavy city gate.

The gate made a loud noise, but it could not break the gate.

Lu Changkong had a burly body, Chiguo's upper body, standing behind the city gate, staring at the body of a trusted general who was pierced by a spear and knelt down on the ground, his face gloomy like water.

Feng Shi came to the horse with excitement.

It happened that Lu Changkong entered the city, and he suddenly uttered a bad breath and yelled.

"Fuck! This has been run away!"

"Damn, Lu Pifu, something like Wang Ba!"

"Your white and tender paralyzed son, please hand it over, the soldier of Lao Tzu is waiting to spoil him!"

Feng Shi Lema, riding horseback, scolded again and again.

He intends to excite Lu Changkong again with foul language.

But... a pity.

After the gate, there was no movement.

Feng Shiqi's temple was agitated, glared, and continued to face the city wall, swearing and swearing, and all kinds of swearing and swearing continued to pour out.

...

Above the watchtower.

Listening to Feng Shi's scolding underneath.

Lu Fan covered his chest again and hummed.

He is angry, he wants people to coax.

Ning Zhao's eyes narrowed.

Crisped hands on the wheelchair backrest handle.

The thin sword like a cicada popped up again.

"The young man is angry, so the slave-servant will get angry for his son.

Ning Zhaodao: "How do you want him to die?"

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes, covered his chest with one hand, and smoothed the folds on the thin blanket with one hand.

"Cut your legs and take the captivity to the city, my son... I will do it myself."

Lu Fandao.

Ning Zhao was stunned, and then smiled like a peach blossom.

"Well."

"Go, if those masters want to stop, they will be cut directly."

Lu Fan chuckled, raised his hand, and tapped on Ning Zhao's soft and slender waist.

"Don't be afraid, your son will support you..."

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