Building The Ultimate Fantasy

boom!

Within the small courtyard, a gust of wind swelled.

The stone chairs and stone tables were shaken by the wind, and some of the planted trees were shaking, and the leaves were flying.

Mo Tianyu's face was flushed, his pupils squeezed, and it was incredible.

The people inside the house, even without showing their faces, burst into such terrible power, just like a fairy in the dust!

The huge pressure made Mo Tianyu's blood start to coagulate.

Suddenly, he had a feeling as if he was facing an angry teacher at the moment.

Mo Tianyu's strength is not weak, it is the Master of Seven Rings. At his age, it is already not easy to have such strength. This is also his arrogant capital.

However, the strength of Grand Master Qi Xiang, in the face of the palms shot from the house, was a kind of powerlessness to the extreme.

The clothes on Mo Tianyu's body were blown tightly against his body, and his hair fluttered back.

The palms gathered by the light blue airflow, the middle finger is stacked with the index finger, just like the sleeves.

Boom!

There was a bang.

Mo Tianyu's wine gourds exploded directly.

The nose and mouth are blood spray.

Above his head, he was proud of the Confucianism, but the collapse of the finger gave him the aura that could easily suppress Jing Yue. It was like paper in front of this finger.

Click.

Unmatched pressure, like a towering mountain, fell on top of Mo Tianyu's head.

Pressing him, his neck became curved.

boom!

The invisible air waves spread out.

Mo Tianyu felt the ground explode under his feet, and there was a sharp pain in his body.

As soon as the eyes were dark, only flesh and blood remained.

In the yard, the pressure of terror fell.

However, the strong wind also slowly stopped...

In the yard.

Jing Yue's face was flushed, and he knelt on the ground with a sad face.

"Son...I'm alone!"

Jingyue gave a grievous roar in a difficult voice.

In the courtyard, the pressure subsided.

Jing Yue felt that the power that was pressing him gradually moved away, and at this time, he could barely raise his neck.

Yue Mang shed coldly.

The yard was a bit messy, littered with leaves, and collapsed stone chairs.

However, what surprised Jing Yue most was not this, but... a head exposed on the ground in the center of the yard.

The master of the head is the Confucianist who defeated him... Mo Tianyu!

Motian language at this moment.

It looks extremely miserable.

The previous wanton madness and dashing romance have long been the past.

He was photographed like a radish by the palm of God and plunged into the ground.

There was only one head left alone, and there was blood constantly overflowing around him.

Jing Yue took a breath and shuddered slightly.

He was a little afraid.

Fortunately, he surrendered decisively enough and directly enough, otherwise... his ending might not be much better than Mo Tianyu's half-dead at this moment.

The prince's means... Be unpredictable!

Mo Tianyu is a righteous master of the Seven Rings of Confucianism.

In one word, the situation is changing, and the awe-inspiring righteousness shocks the world.

However, such a master of the Seven Rings who could almost walk sideways in the Great Zhou Dynasty... At the moment, he was slapped like a green onion.

Ning Zhao fluttered, and the cold cicada winged sword exuded glory.

She looked at Mo Tianyu indifferently, without sympathy or pity.

This is what he asked for.

She admonished, but this Mo Tianyu self-confidence strength, perseverance, actually wanted to calculate the hexagram for the son.

In the end, this miserable end came.

However, Ning Zhao was a little surprised...

With the careful eyes of the son, there was no town to kill Mo Tianyu.

Mo Tianyu's mouth and nose overflowed with blood, leaving only his head exposed to the ground, and his entire body was punched into the ground with one finger.

His consciousness was slightly blurred at the moment.

Lu Fan asked him if he had fortune-tell himself.

To be honest... Mo Tianyu really counted himself before he left Beijing.

That Gua, obviously is lucky...

Mo Tianyu thought of the hexagram at the moment, and started to feel sad, Daji... a fart!

At that moment, he walked in front of the gate of hell.

At the moment, he was clearly in pain, but his head was sober.

He couldn't help remembering that once the national teacher sat in a rocking chair in front of the bookcase and talked to him about the kind of consternation when he talked about life and death.

It turned out...dead, really terrible.

Mo Tianyu looked at the dark room.

From the beginning to the end, no one in the room appeared, and even his face was not revealed. He just said three sentences and fell into three sons.

Mo Tianyu took a deep breath, but let the blood pour into the throat and cough straight.

Young Master Luluo...... Really have the power of demon?!

"Son, how do you deal with this person?"

Ning Zhao held the cicada winged sword and wore the moonlight, looked into the house and asked.

Jingyue got up and took the sword back to the sword box, but he couldn't help mentioning it.

The room was very quiet, dark and inky, with no light shining out.

After a long time, a faint voice floated out.

"killed."

The airy words haunted the courtyard.

Ning Zhao's face did not change color, holding the cicada wings sword, nodded.

"Well."

Jing Yue shivered straight.

This is Mo Tianyu, the Confucian first-time disciple... The disciple of Da Zhou State Master, Lu Fan killed so casually, isn't he afraid of causing the State Master's anger?

Jing Yue opened his mouth and tried to admonish Lu Fan.

But, to the throat...he counseled.

In case of exhortation, Lu Fan felt that he was questioning his decision, and he also killed him with anger, wouldn't it be a loss?

Therefore, Jing Yue kept silent.

Ning Zhao white skirt rolled up, cicada wings raised, and the skin on the beautiful face was exquisite like white porcelain under the moonlight.

She rolled up her sleeves and raised her hand, intending to cut off Mo Tianyu's head like a leek.

suddenly.

Outside, a rickety shadow fell instantly.

"Master, don't do it!"

Lao Huang fell to the ground, his heart fluttered, but he hurriedly shouted hoarsely.

Ning Zhao's movement was stagnant.

Outside the small courtyard, there were clangs.

Several figures swiftly burst into the courtyard.

Lu Changkong held the helmet, armor, and the other with his long sword on his waist, his temperament was cold.

Luo Yue followed behind him.

The two stepped into the hospital and saw the head of Mo Tianyu on the ground in the moonlight.

Luo Yue and Lu Chang were shocked, if Mo Tianyu twisted his neck, they thought Mo Tianyu's head was cut off.

"Sister Ning, stop."

Inside the house, Lu Fan's words came out lightly.

In fact, he had already sensed that Lu Changkong was coming.

"Fan'er, how is your health?"

Lu Changkong looked into the house and asked with concern.

As for Mo Tianyu, whose head was buried on the ground, he didn't care.

If there is no national teacher behind Mo Tianyu.

The crime of breaking into the Lu Mansion alone at night was enough for Lu Changkong to cut him.

Inside the house.

Rustling sound.

Ning Zhao put away the cicada wings sword and entered the house.

Soon, he pushed out the wheelchair.

The cold moonlight shone down and shone on the handsome boy with red lips and white teeth sitting in a wheelchair.

"I'm worried about my father's troubles. I feel comfortable today and have a good idea. I'm very happy."

On the wheelchair, Lu Fan chuckled.

In the yard.

Mo Tianyu finally saw Lu Fan.

Between the flips, he almost shot his terrible existence.

It turned out that it was such a young boy in a wheelchair, harmless to humans and animals, and as beautiful as jade.

Lu Changkong questioned Lu Fan for a long time with concern.

Father and son chatting in the moonlight.

As for the Motian language, it seems to be completely forgotten.

"Father, although this person is the first apprentice of the State Master, but disturbing the child's dreams, the death penalty is exempt, and the living crime is inevitable...In the past few days, let him stay like this and let the State Master personally come to lead the person."

"When the state teacher comes, he will be unearthed."

Lu Fan said lightly.

The words fell, leaving no room for discussion, so Ning Zhao pushed back to the room.

Lu Changkong smiled, and did not mean to speak for Mo Tianyu.

Mo Tianyu, who looked like a smile, was stuck in the ground like green onions, and took Luo Yue and Lao Huang to leave the Lu Fan's other courtyard, and out of the other courtyard, let Luo Yue go outside The driver told the news.

In the yard, Jing Yue was carrying a sword box, just relieved, secretly rejoicing at her choice this time.

Suddenly, a faint voice lingered in Jingyue, as if whispering in his ear.

The whispered voice, with no doubt.

"I'm optimistic about him, I'll find you when I die, I ran... I'm looking for you, too, until the National Teacher comes to lead people."

...

In the room, the crumbling moonlight spread.

Lu Fan sat down, his heart surging.

The appearance of Mo Tianyu can only be regarded as an episode for him.

Tonight, he has something to do.

As soon as the mind moved, the system panel appeared in front of me.

The line of sight shifted across and fell on the [Ecclesiastes] in the authority column.

"Missionary Channelopens and automatically deducts soul strength 1...

Buzz...

System prompts pop up.

In front of Lu Fan's eyes, a ray of light appeared again, and the suction force was too strong to resist.

When Lu Fan opened his eyes, he found himself sitting in the center of the gossip array platform of the preaching platform, and the thick aura around it slowly flowed.

suddenly.

Lu Fanmei raised slightly.

But a line of prompts popped up in front of me.

"Detection: Xiang Shaoyun (identity: Xijun Taishou) successfully reached the second stage of Qidan Realm, which can be converted into 1 aura.