Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The night is as frost-like as a gauze, so that the whole North Luocheng is shrouded in a layer of luminescence.

Lu Changkong drove his horse and took a deep breath. The blood poured into the mouth was thick and inseparable.

His heart trembled slightly.

Could it be that Mo Tianyu really counted?

Lu Fan really died under the fate of the three great families and the sword faction?

With a cold armor, Lu Changkong rode on the sweaty BMW, and suddenly, the whole person's back was a little rickety.

Luo Yue followed silently behind Lu Changkong, and naturally he could smell the blood in the air.

He clenched the reins, his face sinking in water.

The sound of the friction between the car wheels and the blue bricks sounded, and when the five horse-drawn carriages came, the hoofing sound gradually decreased.

The curtain opened, and Mo Tianyu got out of the carriage, with a huge wine gourd tied around his waist, and took a deep breath of bloody air.

"This is a city full of killings."

Mo Tianyu said with emotion.

"The big evil hexagram, this time, I did not make a mistake... How I hope this hexagram is wrong. Unfortunately, the way of heaven is invincible, Lord Lu, grief."

Afterwards, he untied the gourd around his waist, drank his mouth, and the liquor was thin, strong, and the bloody smell was washed away.

He was sitting on the frame, pulling down a pair of straw sandals, and a rugged shirt, showing his breasts, shaking, and his temperament was bohemian.

Lu Changkong glanced at him, but his eyes were full of murderous anger.

There is a tendency to pull the knife with anger and blood splashes for five steps.

Mo Tianyu was fearless. He took a sip of wine, burped, and laughed.

"That's right. Although the farmhouse is declining, it is also one of the hundred schools of the sons. You descendants of the farmhouse should also have some domineering that the hundred schools of thought should have..."

Lu Changkong glanced at Mo Tianyu and narrowed his eyes.

"Sir, don't talk nonsense, words and deeds need to be responsible."

Lu Changkong said indifferently.

"Lao Luo, keep up, we go back to Lufu."

"If something goes wrong with Fan'er, he will destroy the Zhongnan Sword faction! Even if Beiluo is abandoned!"

Lu Changkong threw down this utterance, and the horse whip raised and beat the horses.

The sound of a horseshoe burst and drove towards the landing house.

Luo Yue's eyes fluctuated, his hands rested on his waist long sword, and he growled with a low voice: "I will follow you at the end!"

Three hundred iron rides are also keeping up.

On the main street of Beiluocheng, only Mo Tianyu sitting on the carriage was holding the gourd.

He looked at Juechen and went to the party, grinning.

Then the driver also followed.

...

Lu Changkong's face was originally gloomy like water.

but……

As Zema galloped through the city, the expression on his face became stranger and more puzzled.

At last, he met the iron-blooded sergeants who handled the corpse in the distance, his eyes fixed.

"Boo."

Pulling the reins and slowing down the speed, the sound of the horseshoe fell on the blue brick rhythmically like raindrops.

Lu Changkong turned over, striding meteorally toward the iron-blooded army.

Several iron-blooded sergeants also saw Lu Changkong, and his face appeared excited.

The lord is back?

"Meet the lord!"

Several iron-blooded sergeants kneeled on the ground on one knee.

"How is the young master?"

"What happened? The watchtower guards, there are others?"

"How is the battle ahead?"

"How about casualties?"

Lu Changkong frowned, his face cold, and asked several questions in a row.

The iron-blooded sergeants who were kneeling on one knee were a little dumbfounded by the question of Lu Changkong's head covering his face, and Zhiwu Wuwu was speechless for a while.

Luo Yue behind Lu Changkong could not bear it already.

Angrily, he stepped out and made a roar like a roar.

"What are you talking about! Are you scared silly one by one?! Do you hold your ass?!"

The pawns shivered.

"Master Qiqiu."

"The battle in the city...has already ended."

Finally, a pawn said.

Lu Changkong froze.

Without waiting for him to continue his inquiry, the pawn had already told what happened.

"The three families of Liu, Zhu, and Chen were ordered by the young master to rebel and robbed the family. The powerful swordsmen were all killed. Hundreds of Confucian scholars, and the young master insulted on the Beiluo Lake. neck……"

The speed of the soldier's speech was not slow, but his words seemed to explode in the ears of Lu Changkong and Luo Yue.

What the hell?!

The previous information... isn't it?

Why did everything come in reverse?

Lu Changkong shook his face slightly, "Really?"

The warrior who cried was almost crying, would he dare to lie?

"How can there be only a few guards left in the castle tower? What about the others? The deaths and injuries are serious?"

Lu Changkong continued to ask.

The soldiers clenched their fists: "Qiyu City Lord, this battle... Brothers wounded 18 people and killed three."

"As for the others... they are all called by the commander Luo to move the body."

Suspended in the carriage after Lu Changkong's three hundred iron ride, there was a sudden surprise.

"Impossible, the sword sent seven heroes to five people. Why do you use them to win?"

In the carriage, Mo Tianyu's questioning sound came.

Lu Changkong's face suddenly pulled down.

"Mo Tianyu, Lumou said, you are responsible for your words and deeds. Isn't my child unworthy of life because of your gossip?"

Lu Changkong heard Mo Tianyu's words, and his face suddenly became cold.

Luo Yue also stared at Mo Tianyu badly.

"If you are not the first apprentice of the National Teacher, Lu Mou will behead you now."

Lu Changkong said lightly.

Mo Tianyu is not stupid. He knows that his speech is wrong. However, the arrogance in his heart makes him not confess, but just arched his hand towards the landing sky.

Afterwards, he took out three copper coins from the Confucian shirt and looked carefully.

Is his gossip wrong again?!

Lu Changkong took a deep breath, turned his head to look at the pawn, narrowed his eyes, and his face eased.

"Okay, it's good... It's good to be safe."

Although I don't know what happened, Lu Fan seems to have dealt with it.

Knowing Lu Fan’s safety, Lu Changkong did not rush back to Lufu.

He is going to finish Lu Fan.

...

"Sword sent seven heroes to come to five, unless Lu Changkong sits in Beiluo, besieged by the elite iron riders formed by three hundred martial arts... otherwise, with the force of Luobei defending the army, Lu Pingan will die!"

"I do not believe……"

In the carriage.

Mo Tianyu grabbed his disheveled hair, pinched the copper coins with his fingers, drank the gourd wine, tossed the copper coins, and sprayed a mist of wine.

The coin rolled in the mist of wine and lay flat in the palm of his hand.

He narrowed his eyes, pondering the hexagram as Yuehua shined under the carriage window.

"It's still the culprit, the son of Lu Changkong... It's right that he is obviously in a disaster."

Mo Tianyu put away the copper coins and scratched his hair a little irritably.

"No, I have to count the hexagrams and count the life of this person in the presence of Master Lu!"

"Go to Lufu."

Mo Tianyu shouted to the driver.

...

Lufu.

Lu Fan's other courtyard.

Jing Yue carried Huanglimu sword box and sat cross-legged.

Looking at the night sky full of stars, there were a few melancholy.

He survived.

At this moment, he recalled Lu Fan sitting in a wheelchair, and looked at his eyes indifferently, still feeling terrified.

Originally, he thought he could live by surrendering, but Lu Fan's sentence "Give me a reason to let you live" left Jing Yue's heart cold.

He gave no reason, and that was death.

The power of the sword faction in Beiluo City was directly removed by Lu Fan with his absolute strength.

Four of the seven swordsmen were killed.

And if he is not in a hurry, he surrenders the most important blood transplantation technique and several sets of sword technique of the sword faction in exchange for his life. I am afraid... even if he surrenders, he will only be wiped off his neck in the end.

Because... he knows too much.

Yue Huasen is cold, just like Jing Yue's cold heart.

Nowadays Jingyue is no longer one of the seven heroes of the sword school, he has a brand-new identity...

Lu Shaozhu's servant.

Unnamed.

That's right, in order to survive, Jingyue not only sold blood transfusion and swordsmanship, but also sold it together.

However, he did not feel much humiliation.

Just like he always thought.

Alive... isn't it good?

Lifting his head, Ning Zhao sat on a white skirt sitting on the roof of Lu Fan's room, and Yuehua sprinkled her body, like a dusty fairy, a gorgeous generation.

With his eyes closed, his luck condensed, his heart felt, his eyelashes flickered, and his eyes opened.

Jing Yue glanced at Jing Yue indifferently.

Jing Yue's face stiffened and showed a stiff smile towards Ning Zhao.

suddenly.

Ning Zhao raised his head and frowned, looking out of the house.

Jing Yue in the courtyard also narrowed his eyes.

Outside Lufu.

The wagon pulled by the five horses stopped slowly, and the horses hissed.

The disheveled hair, Mo Tianyu carrying the gourd, walked out of the carriage.

Mo Tianyu narrowed his eyes when he saw the door of Lu Fu closed.

He weighed the gourd in his hand.

Afterwards, he dragged the heels of the sandals and stepped on the carriage.

The chic body rose into the air, jumped onto the roof of Lufu, stepped on the bricks and tiles, exercised light work, and went straight to the depths of Lufu.