Building The Ultimate Fantasy
Chapter 84
North Los Angeles.
Lu Changkong personally sent the old eunuch away from the city.
Lu Fan refused the imperial edict, and Lu Changkong was not unexpected. After all, with the unpredictable practice strength of Lu Fan, secular imperial power, it is indeed difficult to form restrictions on him.
"Fan'er was ill-tempered due to leg problems, and he hoped the father would go back and speak with His Majesty. Do not blame."
Lu Changkong arched his hand towards the old eunuch.
The eunuch hurriedly returned the gift, and today...he personally saw the power of the true practitioner, which had a great impact on his mind.
The National Teacher has always said that practitioners are very powerful and will become variables in the world.
The old eunuch who was self-confessed to be the master of the Seven Rings didn't care, but today... he was afraid.
When the imperial edict floats strangely, as if to pierce his head in an instant, his legs are really soft.
"City Master Lu, our family disturbed Master Lu..."
The eunuch's emotions are complex.
"Now, the hundred schools of children and the North County Taishou Dantai Xuan joined forces to break the original Chi and Tong'an cities. His majesty issued two orders, one to the drunk dragon and one to Beiluo. The family had to return to Beijing quickly."
The old eunuch arched his hands.
Lu Changkong glanced, and he was expected by him.
Beiluo City was attacked, and the other five major moats were also attacked.
The appearance of practitioners in the Wolongling Xian Palace made the Mo School who had mastered everything started to worry.
"Be careful on the highway, don't send."
Lu Changkong.
The old eunuch arched his hand and drove away.
Lu Changkong looked at the old eunuch's back, narrowed his eyes, and turned to Huxin Island.
Heart Island of Beiluo Lake.
Lu Fan handed the cooked pot to Ni Yu.
Ni Yu ate the bad Qi Qidan, easily gathered Qi, and stepped into the three stages of Qi Dan Realm.
However, even if the erysipelas is not very bad, the side effect of the refined Qiqi Dan is still there, that is, Ni Yu after the breakthrough keeps her ass fart.
The sound of "poo poo" haunted the whole lake heart island.
Lu Fan went to the second floor terrace of Baiyujing Loft.
Ning Zhao took the green plum cooking wine, the breeze slowly, Lu Fan set the plate, a little leisurely.
Suddenly, Lu Fan felt something, eyebrows picked up, the picture in front of him suddenly turned into lines beating, and his vision began to zoom in continuously.
He saw the majestic government city and saw swords and swords.
...
The North County Dantai family, together with the Mo family and many hundred schools, settled in Yuan Chi.
Ten miles outside the original Chicheng, Jiang Li was wearing a silver armor. Behind him were many large Zhou Jingbing soldiers sent by Di Jing.
A series of wooden fences and trenches lie across, facing far away from the northern army in the original Akagi.
Jiang Li's hand rested on his long, unsheathed sword, looking at the original Chicheng.
He could faintly see three figures standing on the tower.
One is an old man with a ricket on his back, a giant of the Mo family, and a Mobei guest.
Beside Mobei Ke, Taishou Dantaixuan of Beijun and his counselor, Moju.
Moju Feather Fan Lun towel, he is not actually a disciple of the Mo family, because he left the Mo family very early and went it alone.
However, Wan Wan did not expect that in the end... his loyal protagonist was still mixed with the Mo family.
Although Mo Mo has complex emotions, he has not rejected them.
Working with the Mohists is the best situation in North County.
Originally, the Mojia station was Xijun, and it supported the Xijun Bawang.
If Da Zhou is really dead, the world is in chaos, and then it is the princes who are fighting for the world.
But there are only three people who really have the chance to reach the summit, the West County Overlord, the North County Dantai, and the South County Tangjia...
However, now that the Mojia and Beijun have joined forces, it is much more likely that the Yantai family will take over the capital.
Jiang Li looked at it for a while, then withdrawn his eyes indifferently.
He frowned, the North County Army was slow to start, Jiang Li understood that the other party was waiting...
Waiting for his weak points.
The palm rubs against the sword in the waist.
He felt some pain in his heart, and wanted to make her a safe life without mixing up the dirt of the world.
however……
The world can't help him.
Compared to the original storm in the red city.
The East Lake, the Mojia government city, suffered torrential rain and fell into a terror killing.
...
Eighty-one iron ropes, finally the Xiliang warrior, with the crossbow arrows fired from the machine city, climbed into the city.
However, on the surface of the Mojia government, the gears turned.
Suddenly, there were countless bursts of piercings, piercing a Xiliang samurai.
Even the first-class martial arts people, in the face of such means, fell into the abyss like ordinary soldiers.
The rapid flow of the waterfall complements the torrential rain in the sky, bringing up the dense water vapor and washing away the dirt between the sky and the earth.
The death of a Xiliang warrior.
Xiang Shaoyun, who made his heart as strong as iron, couldn't help twitching.
In the army.
A shirtless warrior waved the drumstick and beat the drum against the water.
The drumming sounded heavy, the overlord took a step, stepped out of the chariot, the boots stepped on the ground, splashing two feet of water.
The Mojia government city is worthy of being the most difficult city to overcome.
Xiang Shaoyun raised his head and looked up. He saw a busy disciple of the Mo family, and saw the figure of the petals of the fiery red mandala.
If you want to break through the city of organs, you can only open your mouth with strong force.
No matter how strong the shield is, a crack will spread soon.
Xiang Shaoyun understands this.
Eyes closed slowly.
Xiang Shaoyun's eyes appeared in Wolongling, surrounded by five thousand troops. He saw a blood-stained Xiliang warrior kneeling down on the ground with unwillingness to be pierced.
His ears sounded like the sound of Ming Sang's piccolo.
Even overwhelmed the roar of heavy rain.
Suddenly, the overlord opened his eyes, his eyes cold and ruthless.
"kill!"
The overlord roared, and the rain in front of him was exploded.
He danced with his friends, suddenly rushed out, jumped up, dispersed the rain curtain, and stepped on the thick wire rope.
Stable walking, running fast on the rope.
The blood of the Xiliang warriors boiled, and as soon as the overlord shot, it was like some kind of fire of faith was kindled!
Everyone wields their weapons, even if they are swept by heavy rain, it is difficult to extinguish the heat in their hearts.
In the city.
Eyes under Azhu's half-silver mask narrowed.
"Slain the Overlord!"
A series of crossbows aimed at the overlord who stepped on the iron rope.
Suddenly!
A series of crossbow arrows pierced the raindrops, spinning at high speed, splashing countless misty water splashes, and shot towards the burly body of the overlord Xiang Shaoyun.
Xiang Shaoyun steadily stepped on the chain, his shield waved in his hand, and all the crossbow arrows hit it, which was enough to knock back the impact of several crossbow arrows, which had no effect on the overlord.
Azhu face does not change color, red lips open.
boom!
The walls of the organs suddenly cracked, and there were huge eighteen organ beasts like centipedes crawling out of the iron rope.
The organ centipede, the pinnacle of the joint creation of the Mohist and the organist.
In the eighteenth section of the organ centipede, both sides were covered with sharp steel knives, climbing along the iron rope, wherever passed, the steel knives strangled, and the corpses were everywhere.
The blood was so thick that it could not be washed away by the heavy rain.
Warrior Xiliang made a way with blood.
The overlord roared, dancing, and Qi Yiran rushed to the eighteenth festival centipede without fear.
Suddenly!
Overlord squinted.
Two meters to the side of his body, raindrops were cut in half by sharp air.
The overlord's hair stained with rain suddenly flicked, and the axe in his hand lifted up.
The blood of terror burst out, and the nine sounds exploded.
A smiley face mask appeared in front of the overlord, a sword light, like a water mark in the air, shattering countless raindrops, pointing directly at the overlord's throat, hitting the vital point, and killing him.
Killing people like Baiju, no trace of the sword!
The world's first assassin, ink marks!
Overlord has heard the name.
Institutional city.
Azhu's fiery red robe rolled over, and his long, white legs were embroidered on the wall guardrail. A long sword floated in his red sleeves and took off.
Like a drop of red ink dripping into clear water.
Several Mojia knights also withdrew their weapons one by one, leaping down the city wall and rushing towards the king.
Kill the Overlord!
Just kill the overlord and the army of Xiliang, and do not retreat!
The Mojia government city was kept!
The best defense is offensive!
The crossbow arrows roared, and the warriors called to kill...
The goal is directed at the overlord.
Buzz...
The sound of Jianyin exploded, and Mo Jian's sword was hit.
Stabbed in the heart of the overlord's dark-colored armor.
However, one inch is the limit.
The roaring axe wind pave the surface, ink traces of long hair fluttered, and returned with a sword, the body twirled around the iron rope and flew countless raindrops.
He stabbed dozens of swords in a row, all stabbing at a point of the axe wielded by the overlord.
The huge force put Mo's toes against the iron rope and slide back.
The world seemed to be silent.
The overlord stood, the cloak shattered the raindrops and fluttered continuously.
Mo gasped.
"Guru of Nine Rings, assassin of the organs, the children of the organ, the crossbow, the centipede of the organ..."
"Is this Mobeike's confidence?"
Xiang Shaoyun looked deeply at Mo Yi wearing a smiley mask.
far away.
The giant eighteen-section organ centipede is like a tiger.
The Mojia warriors came one after another.
On the wire rope, the Xiliang warriors are not afraid of death, and continue to fall into the abyss...
On the cliff, the sound of the drums of war drums seemed to compete with the storm.
Xiang Shaoyun smiled.
The corner of the mouth is cold.
"In this case, I will squeeze your Mobeike's confidence with my own hands..."
Xiang Shaoyun said.
In Qidan, the devil qi works, and it spreads from under his skin, forming a terrible oppression.
Xiang Shaoyun raised his hand.
Suddenly...
Rainstorms in the sky, raindrops in the sky seemed to be in a moment... abruptly stopped, silent in the air.
The pupil of Mo Yi contracted.
The boundless fear spread and grabbed his heart.
However, he did not retreat nor fled, raising his sword towards the king.
Overlord waved axe gently with one hand.
Slashed on Mo Yan's sword.
The sword that accompanied him through countless assassination nights was broken.
Cun Cun broke, and turned into flying pieces.
A huge force struck a mark in the ink, the axe formed by the devil qi passed through...
Mo Yichen's hair fell apart, and his body fell weakly from the iron rope.
The waterfall of Fei Liu is roaring, and countless rain drops from the sky.
The smiley mask was broken, and Mo's face was paralyzed.
Drops of raindrops zoomed in his eyes.
It seemed to reflect his boring and boring life.
From today, he is free.
...
Heavy rain and sky, muddy mountain road.
Donkey hooves stepped on the ground, splashing countless mud flowers.
Mo Liuqi, who was riding the donkey and climbing up the cliff mountain road, appeared anxiously on his face.
On the surrounding cliffs, one after another black image is a dumpling-like fall.
suddenly.
Mo Liuqi seemed to feel something.
The black shadow fell from the cliff, wrapped in mountain wind and heavy rain, and hit him.
He escaped.
The black shadow hit the ground, splashing muddy water one foot high.
In the mud, Mo Liuqi could see clearly.
The dark shadow was a half-splintered smiley face mask.