Building The Ultimate Fantasy
Chapter 41
The last ray of residual sunlight disappeared.
As if the night came.
And Beiluo Long Street has completely fallen into a strange silence...
It seems that time is still.
Nie Changqing didn't make any more swords, and his slight gasp broke the silence.
He took a step back and stood with his knife.
The four heroes of the Seven Swords of the Sword School teamed up with the tacit understanding of the swordsmanship.
The leader is the Seven Rings Master of the Five Swords, and with the other three, it is almost just a fight, Nie Changqing fell into the disadvantage.
If it is not assisted by Reiki, both strength and qi and blood have been enhanced. Perhaps in three strokes, Nie Changqing will have to be stabbed out of several holes.
"Sure enough, it is still too weak. How can such a strength go south to Chuangdaozong?!"
Nie Changqing gasped, and his hair fell down in front of his eyes, making him look a little sad.
Dao Zong, he did not miss.
but……
In Daozong, there are people who miss him.
Lu Fan was in front of him.
Lao Huang ricketed his back, his forehead, his cheeks were shaking, and a drop of bean-sized sweat beads was pouring.
He stared at the near hand, almost against the flying sword in his eyebrows, and the blood on his body almost fell into silence.
If the flying sword is suppressed in the air by the strange force...
Maybe, at this moment, he is already dead!
Yi Yue clenched his long whip, a fox charm face, full of horror, pink lips opened wide, showing the great shock in his heart.
Ni Yu was very excited, blushing pretty.
Luo Cheng, as well as Chen Beixun and others who were escorted, were also dumbfounded.
Especially Chen Beixun, this time, he saw...
Lu Fanlan dropped a sleeve on the chessboard.
In an instant, the flying sword solidified, and the sword sent the four heroes on their knees, as if the world were silent!
What means is this...?
Chen Beixun's beauty beard trembles violently, and he is no longer iron-clad and despairing in his eyes.
He thought that Lu Fan's confidence was that Dao Zong Abandoned Nie Changqing, who had some strength and unpredictability...
It turned out he was wrong.
Unpredictable...It was Lu Fan, not Nie Changqing!
At the moment, Chen Beixun was a little bit surprised. No wonder the Taoist apostate would follow Lu Fan with such a heartbreak.
It turned out...the world was cheated by Lu Fan!
This is a huge lie!
It's over, there is no hope.
Chen Beixun's legs softened and he slumped on the ground.
On the long street, the atmosphere was slaying.
Flying Sword stranged strangely in the air, four swordsmen, Dou Sha burst, hair scattered.
They all knelt on one knee, panting like sweat, and sweat beads rolling off.
The heavy pressure made them stubbornly resistant while they were shocked.
The seven-sound master with the five swords in his head, his body shivered slightly, as if slowly standing up against the pressure.
Wheelchair.
Lu Fanmei raised, these four people... compared to that Daozong ninth Han Lian laughed much better.
The aura pressure that he broke out at the moment is similar to that of the pressure on Han Lianxiao.
However, Lu Fan did not care.
The slender fingers dropped, and once again picked up a black spot from the chess box in the wheelchair armrest.
With one sleeve in hand, the middle and index fingers sandwiched the pawn.
A light smile appeared on the white face with red lips and teeth, watching the four swordsmen who were kneeling on the ground and resisting the spirit pressure.
"If I could carry my three sons, I wouldn't throw myself into the ground..."
"Live."
Lu Fandao.
With laziness in the voice, he lingered on the long street.
Thereafter, the wrist with the chess piece raised high.
"Slap!"
Black spots fall on the chessboard.
boom……
Lu Fan's body was boiling again, spreading out in a rippling, irritable form.
Spiritual pressure suddenly increased fivefold!
The clang sounds!
The flying sword originally suspended in the air seemed to be pulled by force and fell to the ground.
There are even a few flying swords of slightly poorer texture that are directly compressed and twisted.
Poof!
Except for the swordsman who contained the five swords in the sword box, the other three people all spurted blood out of their mouths and could not bear the oppression of the spirit.
They felt that the internal organs were almost all twisted and twisted.
They cast their bodies on the ground, their faces, their cheeks hit the ground hard, their mouths bleeding.
"What exactly is this?!"
The sword sent swordsman with five swords in the sword box, eyes red and panting like a cow, his eyes crossed Nie Changqing and stared at the graceful Lu Fan in a wheelchair.
"Spiritualist's worm skills are just fine."
Lu Fan's words just fell.
The swordsman, with a sudden "bang", couldn't support it and fell to the ground.
The third black spot that Lu Fan picked up from the chess box failed to fall after all.
"Pity……"
Lu Fan shook his head slightly and sighed.
"Old Nie, clear the field."
A faint voice lingered.
Nie Changqing's eyes narrowed.
He lifted the pig-killing knife in his hand and turned his spirits.
The Yudao Ju launched.
The pig-killing knife swiftly ran through the arc, scraped the necks of four swordsmen lying on the ground, circled around, and flew back to Nie Changqing's hands, a drop of blood leaked from the knife.
The four swordsmen lying on the ground gradually gathered blood under them.
Lu Fan's wheelchair automatically turned around and turned away from the four swordsmen whose breath dissipated.
Pulling his sleeves, he picked up two chess pieces from the chessboard and threw them into the chess box.
"Xiao Ni, carrying it."
Ni Yu quickly backed up the chessboard, straightened his chest, and stood upright and spirited.
Yi Yuehu's face also calmed down, pushing the wheelchair lightly.
The sound of wooden wheels and blue bricks rolling back the dead Beiluo Long Street to a little bit of life.
Chen Beixun's eyes were dull and his body was cold.
Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan were already paralyzed on the ground.
"Less... Master!"
Luo Cheng, wearing blood-stained armor, swallowed.
"What about these people?"
Luo Cheng asked, referring to Chen Beixun and others.
Slowly pushed, Lu Fan, who was heading towards the direction of Lufu, supported the chin in one hand and pinched the bridge of the nose in the other, opening slightly.
"The crime of rebellion, what to do, what to do..."
Lu Fan's figure pulled long on the long street at sunset and west.
The light voice fluttered.
Luo Cheng took a deep breath.
Towards the disappearance of the landing wheelchair, clenched fists.
"Well."
After that, he straightened up, took off the blood-stained helmet, and waved his hand.
"Chopped."
The words just fell.
The iron-blooded sergeants who escorted the prisoners of the three great families pulled out their weapons one after another.
This time...
It is a real blood-stained long street.
Chen Beixun sat incomparably, stunned, his eyes staring at the disappearing back.
Just stare like this...
Until... a neck pain, the picture in front of me suddenly dark.
...
Sitting in a wheelchair, Lu Fan closed his eyes and he recovered.
Promoting the spirit pressure to suppress the four masters on the chessboard seems to be quite easy, but there are still some tricks. After all, the child has to consume soul strength.
After squeezing the bridge of his nose, Lu Fan is ready to go back to rest, and sleep can effectively restore his soul faster.
Of course, not only that.
Tonight, he has something to do.
This is a matter of business.
He previously said to Yu Wenxiu and Xiang Shaoyun that the preaching station can enter once every three days.
Tonight is the third day.
For Lu Fan, the importance of the missionary is naturally needless to say, if he wants to quickly improve the aura, in addition to using the soul strength attribute point exchange, he is to cultivate the practitioners through the missionary to derive their aura.
"Yiyue, my son is a little tired, and I will go home."
Thinking of this, Lu Fan no longer stayed, pushing Yi Yuedao behind him.
"Well."
Yiyue responded and speeded up.
Ok?
Suddenly, Lu Fan, who closed his eyes and raised his mind, opened his eyes slightly.
Yi Yue's movement to push the wheelchair was also stagnant.
In the distance, at night, on the horizon of Long Street.
The white skirt fluttered.
A graceful figure, Yuehua on the top of the head, blue silk spreading out, flamboyant, and a swollen nose and blue face in his hand.
Ning Zhao stood at the end of the long street.
I saw Lu Fan sitting in a wheelchair.
Suddenly, his brows were like a crescent moon, and his smile was like a peach blossom.
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