Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The hand was broken too fast, too late to respond...

Although Zhao Kuo is a master warrior, after all, he is old and his blood is declining, and his reaction is not keeping up.

The black shadow is like a black thunder, and Zhao Kuo's hand was cut off in an instant...

Blood was splashing in the air, and the painful Zhao Kuo's face was pale.

This scene is beyond everyone's expectations.

The old eunuch moved instantly, flicking the dust, as if to explode the air.

And the warrior who originally protected Zhao Kuo also exploded his qi and blocked the eunuch.

In the garden, fighting broke out.

Qi and blood run through the air, and the dust and the sword collide.

The eunuch deserved to be the first master in the Imperial City, and actually overwhelmed the two masters.

Zhao Kuo's face was pale, and he supported his empty arm, and his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes.

He turned his head, but saw Yu Wenxiu smiling wildly...

At his waist, a long black snake-like creature clung to him.

The creature is like a black snake. There is a ring of coral-like gill scales on the neck, but there are four claws on the abdomen, which are wrapped around Yu Wenxiu. The claws are placed on Yu Wenxiu's waist and shoulders.

Is that... a dragon?!

Zhao Kuo's pupil shrank and took a deep breath.

The black dragon entangles the emperor.

Zhao Kuo took a step back, he stared at the black dragon, but found that there was a touch of excitement in the black dragon's eyes...

Yu Wenxiu looked at Zhao Kuo's bleeding arm, revealing a cool look.

He was too depressed.

As the emperor, he was applauded by the group officials.

The courtier bought the defending army commander in the imperial city, and even mobilized the horses arbitrarily. However, he had no way to do this.

Even the Tianzi Order was stolen.

He had no dignity in his life.

Outside the capital.

The wind and rain swayed, and the army of the North and West counties watched.

But inside, a rebellious courtier, with a fear that the world will not be chaotic, all kinds of ups and downs, all kinds of impeachment, even all kinds of disobedience to the will of the emperor.

Guo Xiu, the national teacher, could not close the door, and Yu Wenxiu did not blame.

Even, he would also like to thank, if the non-national teacher could not close the door, Yu Wenxiu could not realize the darkness and evil of Chao Tang.

The black jelly wound around Yu Wenxiu's body, and the aura surged around, and the clear water in the pool was churning.

Black Jiao is a spirit, and it has a mutual influence with Yu Wenxiu.

Yu Wenxiu's mentality will affect Black Jiao to a large extent. Of course, Black Jiao will also affect Yu Wenxiu.

"Old dog! Did you see clearly?"

"This is a real dragon..."

Yu Wenxiu pointed to the black Jiao wrapped around his body and looked at Zhao Kuo, laughing wildly.

Zhao Kuo's forehead was covered with sweat, and he pulled back slightly, gasping heavily.

"Lu Ping's said yes, strength is the last word in this world... You are bullying me, or you are bullying me because of my young age and low strength! You are afraid of Kong Xiu, not because Kong Xiu is a Confucian son, but a great Confucian. "

"You are also afraid of overlords because overlords have the ultimate military force..."

"None of you dare to bully, dare to bully me!"

Yu Wenxiu step by step, exhausted his hoarse, he has been suppressed for too long, he needs to break out.

The afterglow of the setting sun spattered his face, making his face flush like blood dripping, and the grim and crazy look made Zhao Kuo's heart tremble slightly.

This is not the weak and gentle Yuwenxiu in his impression!

"If I resemble Lu Ping'an and have the strength of a practitioner to overwhelm the world, who of you dare to bully me?"

"A bunch of bullies and bullies!"

Yu Wenxiu roared.

He snapped Zhao Kuo's finger sharply, his fingers shaking.

"kill!"

"Kill me!"

"If the world wants me to be kind, then I will be a tyrant forever!"

The black jelly wrapped around Yu Wenxiu’s eyes rolled,

After that, he opened his mouth and exposed his fangs, as if the black lightning shot again.

Zhao Kuo was like a startled bird, retreating quickly.

Mouth burst: "The guard of the Imperial City has been mastered by the old man, and eight thousand elite soldiers besieged Beiluo Tieqi!"

"Your Majesty...you have no hope!"

When the black jelly attacked, Zhao Kuo turned to flee. However, the black jelly did not evade and bite on his shoulder.

Zhao Kuo made a painful cry.

"Protect me! Protect me quickly!"

The appearance of the two guru warriors changed slightly, avoiding the old eunuch and rushing towards Zhao Kuo.

A master warrior burst into anger and drank vigorously in his mouth, and his long sword cut seven inches to the black dragon.

Black Jiao loosened Zhao Kuo's shoulders, and the gill scales around the neck splayed violently, screaming at the martial arts.

There was a weird power surge in Jiao Tong.

The rushing martial artist froze, his eyes showing a little confusion.

next moment……

Blood splatter.

This warrior was thrown on the ground by the black jiao, and was bitten...

The flesh and blood of the martial arts are constantly swallowed by the black dragon.

Zhao Kuo was bloodied and trembling.

"The emperor has no way! Raising monsters! The world will be in chaos, chaos!"

Zhao Kuo growled.

Yu Wenxiu step by step, with a delicate sword tied around his waist.

He smiled and walked to Zhao Kuo.

"I have no way..."

"Then there is no way!"

Yu Wenxiu raised the sword in his hand, a ray of aura surged, and swept across suddenly.

A head soared into the sky, blood splashed over the imperial robe.

...

Beiluo, Huxin Island.

In Lu Fan's pupils, the line was beating.

The breeze slowly blew his temples and white shirt to hunt.

Ni Yu scooped a spoonful of warm liquor, and the thick liquor was pulled into a bronze wine glass by pulling the thread.

The lines in Lu Fan's eyes dispersed.

Sigh.

Di Jingzhong's pictures are all in his eyes, and the changes of the Black Jiao, I don't know whether it is good or bad.

Lu Fan created the eight-dragon cultivating method through the Preaching Channel, and the black dragon had inherited it. Actually, what kind of path it can take is actually based on its nature.

However, Lu Fan didn't care too much. If the Black Dragon really ran too far, it wouldn't work...

This is the case of reprocessing.

...

Dijing Long Street.

Thick blood, stacked corpses...

Swords were scattered all over the ground, and the shield shattered Hengchen.

The rich blood continually flows and converges into a depression.

Five hundred to eight thousand, this is a disastrous battle.

However, the result of the battle was completely beyond everyone's expectation. Beiluo Five Hundred Tieqi, standing on the spot, watching the fanaticism, watching the blood.

The battle is almost a unilateral crush.

Nie Changqing held a pig-killing knife, and Yu Kong slashed the armor with two thousand.

Ning Zhao Lingya released, white skirt stomped, lotus step lightly, wherever she passed, soldier armor knelt down, cicada winged sword swept, corpse horizontal.

Yi Yuechang whipped and swept out the sky, and a soldier plucked out howling.

Practitioners who confront ordinary soldiers, even trained soldiers, are also unilaterally tortured.

The blue-faced Confucian student in Cema's face was pale, and the unilateral abuse made him a little trance.

On the Wolong Ridge, the overlord had one hundred and five thousand enemies.

However, after all, he did not see it with his own eyes, only as a rumor.

And now...

The horror and power of the practitioners in the blue shirt Confucianism.

He also finally understood why Xiangye attaches so much importance to Du Tao.

The six servants lifted the chair, and Du Tao sitting on his face was pale.

Too strong... Strong is desperate.

This is the real practitioner, much stronger than his half bucket of water!

"Surrounding! All rounding up! Close-up rounding up! Consume their aura! Consume their strength!"

Du Tao was restless and roared on the chair.

The only way he can think of is to use human sea tactics to consume the spirits of Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing.

Once the Aura is consumed, it is equivalent to the ordinary martial arts and can be killed!

however……

The setting sun is slanting and the sun is bloody.

The repressed shadow of the sword continued to wreak havoc.

Eight thousand soldiers, fewer and fewer...

Many martial arts soldiers have already been scared of this world's purgatory picture, they lost their courage, they throw away their helmets and armor, turned and fled.

On the long street, it gradually became empty.

Regardless of how the Confucian scholars scolded, these soldiers were still fleeing.

The defeat is like a mountain, and it cannot be stopped by human power.

The Confucian student's heart was shaking, and the eight thousand soldiers were actually afraid of being killed by the two...

Practitioner, this is the practitioner!

Bai Yujing's practitioner!

Qingshan Rusheng turned his head to look at Du Tao.

"Mr. Du, please.... Today, only you are the hope..."

"If I hadn't stopped Beiluo Tieqi, Xiangye's plan would have a big flaw!"

The green shirt Confucianist's eyes were red, and said.

Du Tao was already on the chair, and he had already lost his mind.

"Stop it!"

"What block did I use?"

Du Tao growled, his eyes full of fear, he turned up, jumped from the chair, and fled back.

Into the flow of soldiers and armor, like a swimming fish.

The blue-collar Confucian student was irritated by Du Tao's rudeness.

However, at the next moment, a pig-killing knife was cut across the sky, and the unreal shadow of the sword was like a sky knife, and the blue brick ground of the long street was exploded.

The Confucian Confucian student was swept with a knife, blood blurred his eyes, fell to the ground, and lost consciousness.

Du Tao was frightened and hurried to continue to escape.

However, feeling a little bit, he stopped suddenly, but saw Nie Changqing holding the pig-killing knife, took a breath, and his body was empty.

Du Tao is overjoyed!

Sure enough, the spiritual energy of practitioners is limited!

His opportunity is here!

However, Du Tao was happy for only three seconds, but he saw Nie Changqing pinching a sugar pill wrapped in sugar and stuffing it into the mouth...

After that, on Nie Changqing, who had been exhausted from the spirit, a ray of spirit rose into the sky.

Du Tao looked stiff.

He suddenly understood how ridiculous the so-called human tactics are!

Bai Yujing's practitioners...

Can't afford it.

He turned to escape, but... it was slow.

The footsteps were silent, and the pressure caused by the vibration of the aura suddenly fell on Du Tao.

Du Tao's legs trembled, and he lay directly on the ground.

"You... provoking Bai Yujing?"

Ning Zhao white skirt Sheng Xue, looking at Du Tao kneeling on the ground, said lightly.

Du Tao was frightened, and he looked up, asking for mercy.

however……

The cicada winged sword swept across like a ray of snowflakes.

Du Tao's words came to an abrupt end.

The rich blood was permeating the Long Street.

Luo Cheng's hand was shaking, looking at the picture in front of him, it would be unforgettable for life.

The three men withdrew 8,000 soldiers.

Under the remnant sun, the three people in white Shengsheng Xue stood in the blood of the corpse mountain...

It is like the despised Xuelian, who is dead and independent.

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