Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Emperor jing.

Shili Long Street.

The long street under the setting sun exudes blood-like luster, killing and cold spreading.

Today, it is destined to be a bloody day, and the people of Dijing hid home early.

Those weekdays, in their eyes high above them, like a tiger, not to be provoked by the wealthy family, but it is continuously sending out sorrowful screams, flowing rich blood.

While the people are happy, they are also full of infinite fear.

Therefore, above the long street, it was empty.

The blood on Luo Cheng's armor was not yet dry, and He Shou, who was carried by him, looked desperate.

At the other end of the long street, there is a mighty army wearing armor and shields.

This is an orthodox army, it is difficult for Luo Cheng to imagine that there would be such an army in Dijing.

In the carriage, Nie Changqing sat quietly, looking at the army, his face indifferent.

The curtain opened, Ning Zhao, Yi Yue came out one after another.

The heavy shield smashed to the ground, and a soldier placed a long knife in the gap of the shield, like a knife wall, moving forward slowly.

After the knife wall, there was a cold voice.

"Er waited to kill the 17 families of the emperor Jing family, kill 21 of the ministers, and destroy the foundation of the Great Zhou, which is the source of chaos and evil."

"Emperor Jing is at the feet of the emperor, how can such a mob and other thugs commit such an act!"

"Today, I will wait for the prime minister's order to catch the traitors like Naal! Those who make trouble, there is no pardon!"

A blue-collar student, riding a crimson horse, pulling the reins and chanting.

"kill!"

The army suddenly shouted neatly, as a thunder exploded.

This is an elite soldier, specially trained by Prime Minister Zhao Kuo.

A large number of people, more than 8,000 people, densely packed, surrounded the long street.

Five hundred to eight thousand.

The disparity of this battle is not weak at all. The overlord's fame battle in Wolongling.

Next to the Confucian student in the green shirt, there was a young man in a broad robe, sitting on a car chair lifted by six slaves.

"Mr. Du."

The blue-collar Confucian student bowed to the young man in the broad robe.

This man called Du Tao, who was originally a first-rate martial artist in a river and lake. Although his strength was good, he was nothing in the great Zhou Dynasty.

However, in the Wolongling campaign, he occasionally got the fairy edge and gained the aura in the secret realm. Since then, he has found that his strength is advancing by leaps and bounds, which is stronger than the ordinary guru, plus the magical effect of that aura He is invincible in emperor Jingjiang Lake.

Later, Zhao Kuo, the prime minister, met him personally and entered the prime minister's office as a guest secretary.

After entering the prime minister's office, Du Tao's heart expanded, because he was admired by thousands of people, and felt that he was high above him. Even if Xiangye met him, he should be treated with courtesy.

Du Tao swelled to even imitate Master Luoluo, the first practitioner in the world, and he could never sit still... with six slaves to lift the chair.

Today, Xiang Ye sent someone to personally invite him to cooperate with the eight thousand elite soldiers to siege Beiluo 500 Tieqi, and Lu Shaozhu's maidservant and driver.

At the beginning, Du Tao refused because he knew his weight and had no problem dealing with ordinary martial arts. It was really for the practitioners, or the practitioners under Master Lu Shao, fearing that he would die terribly.

However, under the repeated invitation of Xiang Ye, Du Tao was tempted.

Eight thousand well-equipped warriors and elite soldiers, together with several master warriors and their practitioners, may really be able to leave Lu Shaozhu's maidservant and driver.

Wealth and wealth seek.

Once successful, Du Tao may be able to obtain the Immortal and Imitation Laws from Lu Shaozhu's maidservant and driver.

He will be able to go further.

Therefore, Du Tao was tempted.

Thus, he appeared on Long Street.

On the carriage.

Ning Zhao shook his hand, and the cicada winged sword slipped out of his sleeve robe.

"There is aura, there are practitioners on the opposite side..."

Ning Zhao's red lips lightly opened,

"But...weak."

"Weak enough to barely sense..."

Nie Changqing held the pig-killing knife and stood up: "It should have been the lucky one who was lucky to get the fairy edge in the Wolongling fairy palace."

Ning Zhao suddenly laughed.

"What does this person... want to do?"

Nie Changqing twisted his neck. "With the help of eight thousand elite soldiers, the sea of ​​people tactics besieged us, wanting to get the practice method from us..."

"For the first time I met practitioners who dared to provoke our Bai Yujing disciples..."

"interesting."

"What would the son do if he encountered this kind of ignorant practitioner?"

Yiyue rolled up her long whip and sneered: "Of course it killed him."

Compared to Ning Zhao, Nie Changqing's talk is laughable.

Luo Cheng was very nervous, and his hands were all blue. He was not a cultivator after all, with five hundred enemies and eight thousand. For him, it was a deadly situation.

Even the master of seven or eight sounds can't do it, let alone Luo Cheng is not a first-rate military commander.

Wow.

Nie Changqing jumped down and fell beside Luo Cheng. Luo Cheng let go, and the black pig-killing knife rested on He Shou's neck.

"Aren't you good at writing verses?"

"Curse Zhao Kuo for me, scolding fiercely toward the army."

Nie Changqing's words made He Shou shake.

He was shoved by Nie Changqing and went out step by step.

He trembles with two strands, and there are eight thousand soldiers on the opposite side, but the cold pig-killing knife is on his neck.

So he scolded.

As soon as he opened his mouth, a sharp arrow burst out and stuck in his right chest...

He Shou's eyes widened, and he looked up in disbelief. Among the eight thousand elite soldiers, the Confucian Tsung-hsing riding a curved bow, his bow string was still tensing.

"you……"

He Shou bleeds in his mouth, and his face grows more grim.

With a sarcasm on his face, T-shirt and R-shirt shot another arrow and pierced He Shou's shoulder.

Nie Changqing let go of the pig-killing knife mounted on He Shou's neck.

He Shouman's face was crazy, and he staggered forward.

There was a hoarse and unwilling roar in his mouth.

The picture appeared before his eyes.

In the picture, he was in high spirits in Xiangfuzhong. He raised his pen to write siblings, which attracted a lot of applause.

In particular, Xiang Xiang sitting in a high position is kindly admired.

At this moment, He Shou only realized that the prime minister, Zhao Kuo, with a kind smile on his face, contained endless cold killing intentions.

A series of arrows shot, shooting He Shou into a hedgehog, with arrows all over his body.

The cunning rabbit died and the dog cooked.

He Shouzao is no longer alive.

An arrow crossed He Shou's body and shot at Nie Changqing and others.

Ning Zhao moved and raised her hand to release the spiritual pressure. At the peak of Qidan Realm, the pressure of the spiritual pressure was extremely strong.

One arrow hit the ground.

Du Tao, the six servants lifting the sedan chair, dressed in cranes, narrowed his eyes, his heart slightly trembling... so strong.

"Don't use arrows, use human tactics, siege!"

He knows the weaknesses of spiritual practitioners, and spiritual energy of spiritual practitioners is limited. Once the spiritual energy is exhausted, it is actually not much stronger than ordinary martial arts.

The young man in Confucianism heard the word and waved his order.

As Xiangye said, only the practitioners know the weaknesses of practitioners.

The army gave up archery, pushed their shields, and waved their swords.

Eight thousand soldiers, like a torrent of steel on the long street.

...

Beiluo, Huxin Island.

The leisurely lake wind blew and rolled up Lu Fan's hanging temples.

The entire Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion was extremely quiet, only the bird's crow lingered.

Xiang Shaoyun finished, looking at the landing, his eyes were hot.

Lu Dongxuan felt as if he had heard something that should not be heard...

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair, glanced at Xiang Shaoyun, and raised the bronze wine glass in Yang's hand, toward Ni Yudao: "Xiao Ni, add wine."

"Well."

Ni Yu quickly scooped a spoonful of wine into the glass.

Lu Fan took a sip of wine, the expression on his face could not see the anger.

"You let me down a little..."

For a long time, Lu Fan said.

Xiang Shaoyun's face suddenly stiffened and frowned slightly.

"Why did Lord Lu speak this?"

Holding a bronze wine glass, Lu Fan leaned against the carved wooden railing, looking at the misty water on the lake, and said lightly: "You still don't understand the true meaning of practitioners."

"I thought you came to Bai Yujing for the sake of pity, but unfortunately... I was very disappointed."

"There are Mobei in North County, Sword School in South County, and Kong Xiu, the Great Master in Great Zhou..."

"Whether it is Mobeike or the National Teacher, they are not practitioners. Some of them are just tricks. They rely on calculating the world..."

"Although you don't have the help of Mobeike and Guoshi, but you are different from them. You are a spiritual practitioner... The preacher of the fairy, the devil's enlightened Xijun overlord."

Lu Fan said while drinking wine.

Xiang Shaoyun's body shook, how did Lu Fan know that he had become a devil, and the devil was enchanted?!

Moreover, Lu Fan's words made him fall into contemplation.

Lu Fan took a sip of wine and said lightly: "You are a practitioner, this is the biggest advantage, enough to crush any conspiracy..."

"In this world, strength is everything."

This statement shocked Xiang Shaoyun's body.

Lu Fan didn't rush, picked up a chess piece from the chess box, raised it high, a "pop" sounded crisply, and landed on the spirit pressure chessboard.

Lu Fan's heart moved, and today he will give a lesson to the overlord.

Nearly five hundred strands of aura in the body suddenly mobilized.

boom!

The invisible spirit pressure was suddenly released.

The lake water around Huxin Island is suddenly sunken by several meters.

In the Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion, there was a violent wind, Lu Dongxuan's face was pale, and the golden chain around his neck was shaking.

Xiang Shaoyun stood up suddenly, and nine wisps of magical energy spontaneously surged to protect the whole body.

however……

In front of Lu Fan's spiritual pressure.

His magical energy collapsed.

The horrible pressure made Xiang Shaoyun unable to carry it, as if his spine was about to be broken, he stepped back a few steps and knelt on one knee...

Lu Fanduan was in a wheelchair, his hair was flying, his white shirt was hunting, like a fairy.

A little dust came out, looking at Xiang Shaoyun faintly.

"Besides, have you ever thought about, who is worthy of the assistance of Lu Ping'an?"

"do you have it?"

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