Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The white-edged silver awn tears the rain curtain, the blood explodes, and the raindrops collapse into dense water mist.

These assassins dressed in clothes and hats are extremely powerful.

Actually all have the level of guru martial arts!

The terrible oppression permeated the entire Dijing Long Street in an instant, as if the rain falling from the sky had been washed and twisted.

Holding a silver gun in his hand, Jiang Li felt the pressure, which made him breathless.

A figure suddenly stopped in front of him.

The hat is not clear.

White Blade swept across Jiang Li, but there was not much killing intent, but Jiang Li's sweat was hidden.

The spear shot continuously, collided with the opponent's white blade, and his feet stepped on the ground a few feet high.

The man in the clothes was actually still, not weak.

Jiang Li was involved.

An assassin rushed to Tang Xiansheng.

Like a ghost in the rain curtain, with a breath of death.

Who is it?!

Jiang Li's eyes tightened, and the silver gun twitched like a dragon, like a cluster of silver flowers.

There are many people in the world who wish Tang Xian's life and death.

The guards of the counties, Bawang, Dantaixuan, Mojia, etc. all hope that Tang Xiansheng is alive and dead, because Tang Xiansheng is the guard of the south county, and he is the one overlord who controls the huge power, like a tiger ready to go.

Once he dies, Nanjun's accumulated momentum will collapse in an instant. Unless more wise people stand up and guide, Nanjun cannot continue to do anything in the world's battle.

But Tang Xiansheng was afraid of death.

He has never been out of Nanjun. Unlike a king, he dared to leave Xijun with hundreds of iron rides.

Tang Xiansheng is hiding in the South County, on the third and inner third floors, all of which are guards. Even the world's top assassin may not be able to walk in front of Tang Xiansheng.

But now, Tang Xiansheng left Nanjun and came to Dijing.

This is indeed an opportunity.

but……

Jiang Li swept across and repelled Dou Liren.

His eyes were fixed on Douren, a familiar feeling flooded his mind.

"Shouldn't be... Once Tang Xiansheng stepped into Dijing, it would be impossible for all forces to assassinate Tang Xiansheng. At this time, it was assassinated, which was equivalent to pushing Tang Xiansheng completely away from Da Zhou."

"Nan County and Da Zhou joined forces, neither West County nor North County would like to see it."

Jiang Li murmured softly.

The rain ran down his chin across his chin, and at the tip of the chin, it kept gathering and dripping.

These assassins are very strong, like trained soldiers.

Jiang Li can tell at a glance that these assassins are not from the Mojias. Although the Moss Assassins are famous, but... The Mossins are quite organized, and there can be no sense of discipline.

Moreover, there is no reason for the Mohists to commit murder in the Imperial City at this time, and it is impossible for Mobeike to make such a decision.

Because of this decision, the fault tolerance rate is too low.

If you can kill Tang Xiansheng, it is good. If you can't, Tangnan County and Dazhou will be promoted more quickly.

Mobeike certainly did not want to see such a result.

Tang Xiansheng, who was holding Tang Yimo's arm, was soaked in rain.

But there was not much fear in his eyes, he was afraid of death, but he saw this kind of scene more often.

"Yi Mo, Dad's life, it's up to you."

Tang Xiansheng said.

The rain made Tang Yimo's hair stick to his forehead.

He glanced at Tang Xiansheng.

Then, stepped out, the water standing in front of him suddenly exploded, startling three feet.

Tang Yimo opened the first pulse, the light red air flowed around his body, and the rain seemed to be unable to approach his body.

"Practitioner!"

Jiang Li, who was stopped by Dou Li, was slightly surprised.

He didn't expect that there was a spiritual practitioner beside Tang Xiansheng, and... looking at his strength, it didn't seem to be weak!

Tang Yimo looked like a torch, glancing around the assassins.

The rain was like a column, roaring bursts.

However, the repression and terror emanating from him made many people tremble.

The knee is slightly bent.

Tang Yimo's body ejected like a shell.

Instantly approached an assassin.

With the elbow pressed, the white blade in the assassin's hand pulled up and was smashed directly.

The assassin under the hat was spitting out blood and smashed out several meters.

The assassins around were shocked when they saw this.

At the next moment, white blades were drawn one after another, and there was aura on the white blade...

Tang Yimo was shocked.

Are these assassins actually aura?

Although not many...

However, these assassins are obviously well-trained teams of practitioners!

Tang Yimo retreated to Tang Xiansheng's side.

His hands were drawn in the air.

The rainwater falling from the sky dome pooled into a huge water shield between his palms, and the water shield was in front of him.

The assassins draw their swords one after another.

The spirit of the sword with aura is translucent, breaking through the rain, and setting off a semi-arc sharpness.

Approaching Tang Yimo and Tang Xiansheng from all directions.

Tang Yimo growled.

Green muscles stretched around his neck.

Punch out.

The water shield fell heavily, and the semi-transparent semi-arc sharply hit the water shield, causing a wave of waves, and then disappeared one after another.

far away.

The assassin confronting Jiang Li was shocked by this scene.

Jiang Li, who has been using a spear, his eyes suddenly fixed, his hand drawn on the knife behind him, just thinking about it, or provoked with the spear in his hand.

Tears.

The black cloth on the hat was torn in half.

Jinghong glanced.

Jiang Li seemed to faintly see Dou Li's face.

I couldn't help but startled.

"withdraw!"

A low voice sounded, the assassins around retreated, jumped onto the roof, and disappeared into the rainy curtain of the hazy world.

Tang Yimo didn't chase. He was afraid that the other party would be a tiger away from the mountain, so he stood quietly in the rain curtain.

Jiang Li looked at the figures of the assassins leaving, and the expression on his face gradually disappeared.

No wonder how he feels so familiar.

Turning his head to the direction of Zijin Palace, Jiang Li took a deep breath.

Tang Xiansheng wiped a handful of rain from his face, and the smile on his face made people insignificant.

Soon, Jiang Li ordered people to pack up and take Tang Xiansheng into the Imperial City.

...

Bookcase.

The rain was hazy outside the window.

Guoxiu Kong Xiu stood in front of the window and looked quietly at the rain curtain.

The plantain outside the window stooped down by the rain and the water dripped from the leaves.

Mo Tianyu entered the house and took a piece of crane cloak to put on the master.

"Master, it's raining, it's cold."

Mo Tianyu said.

The master coughed softly and said, "The bloody smell of Dijing is too strong. This rain fell in a timely manner and was able to wash away the smell of death that could not disappear."

"But, it has also become an accomplice to cover up death."

Mo Tianyu seemed to understand.

He poured a cup of hot tea, tea leaves, and tea residues were circling.

He handed the tea to the Master.

"Teacher, Tang Xiansheng was assassinated, just on the long street outside the imperial city."

"Those assassins...all have aura."

Mo Tianyu said.

"The opening of the Eight Dragon Gates has changed the pattern of the world. There are spiritual practitioners... Although they are still scarce, they will not be as scarce as before."

"Tianyu, who do you think Tang Xiansheng was assassinated this time?"

The master of the country blew the hot air on the tea, said.

Mo Tianyu stunned, "Or, should the students count a gossip first?"

The Master's face was black.

"What is the hexagram, you just talk about your guess and understanding."

"Then I can't guess because anyone can assassinate, but nobody can assassinate."

Mo Tianyu said.

"However, just say one..."

The Master looked at Mo Tianyu, took a sip of hot tea, and motioned him to continue.

"Students think it's likely to be the one in Zijin Palace."

Mo Tianyu folded his hands and said slowly.

The sound was flat and the rain curtain roared outside the window.

The Master's movement of drinking tea stagnate, and his eyes fell on Mo Tianyu.

...

Beiluo, Huxin Island.

Lu Fan leaned on a wheelchair.

He was aware of what happened in Dijing, but he didn't care.

Whether Tang Xiansheng is dead or alive has nothing to do with him.

The early morning wind blew, but it was thick, thick clouds, and accumulated rainwater was brewing in it.

at last.

When the first drop of ice rushed down from the clouds and splashed on the ground.

On the lake surface of Beiluo Lake, the sound of dingdong suddenly stopped, and the ripples gradually rose.

Heavy rain fell down.

Ning Zhao stretched his umbrella to cover Lu Fan's rain and pushed the wheelchair into the Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.

The sandalwood ignited and the sweet fragrance filled the house.

Ning Zhao collected the umbrella, cooked wine for Lu Fan in a hot pot, put a plum in it, and the slight heat from the clear liquor radiated.

Lu Fanduan sat on the Thousand Blades Chair, with a spirit pressure chessboard in front of him, and placed on the Thousand Blades Chair.

Lu Fanchizi is in black and white, and is in a situation of mountains and rivers.

After setting a round, Lu Fan put away the chessboard, and Ning Zhao handed a bronze wine glass filled with liquor.

"Son, rainy weather, heavy humidity, drink a cup of hot wine, warm your body."

Ning Zhao smiled.

Lu Fan did not refuse, but took the drink and took a sip.

Wenrun liquor poured into the body along the throat, as if to disperse the sense of sorrow brought by the heavy rain.

Lu Fan carried a bronze wine glass, leaned on a wheelchair, and closed his eyes slightly.

When Lu Fan closed his eyes, Ning Zhao did not bother.

Carefully withdrew from the attic room.

The fragrance in the house is rising slowly, and there are teenagers taking a nap, the picture is quite elegant.

however……

Actually.

Lu Fan is not resting.

His mind was surging, and he began to sense the scope of the aura.

In an instant, it crossed the mountains and rivers.

The range of Reiki can be extended a lot at once, and even, he continued to spread through the Tianhan Pass of the Great North of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The limit of Lu Fan's perception before was Tianhanguan. If he went outside, he could not do it.

Heavenly Letters Passes Out.

In Lu Fan's induction, there are dry bones everywhere, and the yellow sand is long...

The boring Lu Fan withdrew his mind.

However, he didn't open his eyes because he noticed that the system panel popped up, and the [Ecclesiastem] in the [Permissions] column was shining with an uncertain light.

Lu Fan was stunned for a long time.

Fingers lightly touched on Feng Ling's guardian's hand in Qian Renyi.

At the next moment, the mind flooded into the [Ecclesiastes].

Buzz...

Suddenly, the familiar feeling surged.

Line by line of prompting text popped out in front of his eyes, constantly rolling.