Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The spiritual pressure was moved away and transferred to Lu Dongxuan.

This is somewhat beyond Lu Fan's expectation. There are really a lot of ways for Lu Dongxuan, who is hung with a big gold chain, to appear rich.

He apparently had studied the spiritual pressure of practitioners, so he found a flaw that was not a flaw.

When the spiritual pressure was moved away, all three spiritual pressures pressed against Lu Dongxuan.

He will be under more pressure than Xie Yunling, Huadong Liu and Gongyu Yu.

Poof!

Lu Dongxuan shivered.

A large mass of blood spurted from his mouth, stained with white beards and lapels.

The seven high-speed rotating gold cylinders floating around were faintly oppressed, and Lu Dongxuan's palms were almost close.

Once the match is made, it is tantamount to being unable to bear the spiritual pressure. At that time, Xie Yunling and others will have to face Lu Fan's extremely powerful spiritual pressure.

There is no one in a battle.

Therefore, Lu Dongxuan wanted to resist.

This is why he said that Xie Yunling and others only had one shot.

"Sonson's spiritual pressure...really strong!"

Lu Dongxuan's skeleton trembles, his white beard trembles, and there is blood between his teeth.

He was in pain, but he did not give up.

Some things may be regretful if they are done, but they will definitely be regretted if they are not done.

Jingle Bell……

The seven golden tubes held up for Xie Yunling's three people to make an attack time.

The "rainstorm pear flower" of the male loser is the strongest hidden weapon of the organ.

Ranked first in the spectrum of hidden weapons, from a young age to him, he has been building this hidden weapon, even if he became a son of the organ, he still did not give up research.

There are 9,999 silver needles in the "Storm Pear Blossom".

Every silver needle requires great patience, and it is carefully placed inside the rainstorm pear flower.

Sometimes, it takes several hours to install a silver needle.

Gong Shuyu created this hidden weapon, from teenager to middle age, from middle age to old age, and finally built it on the day the Mojia government city was broken.

He did not choose to show the "Rainstorm Pear Flower" against the Overlord.

Because, he feels that the overlord is not worthy of this hidden weapon he spent his whole life building.

Today, on Beiluo Lake, the male loser is finally urged.

The cohesion of life's hard work is for the gorgeous bloom of pear flowers on this day.

There is no regret for the public loss of Yu Pinghua, the first practitioner of the world, Lu Pinghua. He feels that Master Lu Shao is worth urging this hidden weapon.

boom!

The clang sounded constantly.

The metal flowers and bones were in full bloom, and the heavy rain seemed to be stagnant.

The gorgeous silver awn burst into the air.

Everyone was stunned.

Ni Yu and Lu Mu were dazzled by their peers.

At this moment, the essence of the life of the organs' sons is displayed vividly.

After the male loser exhibited "Storm Pear Flower", he fell to the ground.

His spirits seemed to have been evacuated, and his metal arms were steaming in the heavy rain and smoke...

He stared blankly at the silver awns in the air.

!

The silvery awns with slender roots fell into the rainstorm.

The overcast rainstorm made the "Storm Pear Flower" hidden weapon show its sharp edge.

A drop of rain melted a silver needle.

After the glory of the dark weapon has converged, showing the ultimate beauty, it is the ultimate danger.

Ning Zhao gave Lu Fan an umbrella.

She frowned slightly, raised her hand, and the spirit pulsated.

"No, I will."

Lu Fandao.

Ning Zhao stopped his movements suddenly, nodded slightly, "Well."

She knew that Lu Fan wanted to give the four men due respect.

Countless rain waters are pouring down with the danger of terror.

The male loser stared at the second floor of Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.

Mars splashes.

The clear voice was resounding.

But see.

Lu Fan raised his hand slowly, and all the raindrops around him were suspended and motionless.

In each drop of raindrops, the silver needle reflects the brilliance, and the shining resembles a starry river.

"This hidden weapon is good."

Lu Fan praised.

At the next moment, Lu Fan raised his hand tightly.

All raindrops burst.

Numerous silver needles were peeled out, Lu Fan's index finger and middle finger together, and gently swept forward.

The roar rose.

Countless fine silver needles are shot backwards.

Poo, poo!

Gong Yuyu's eyes narrowed and his whole body trembled...

But I saw that nine hundred and ninety-nine silver needles plunged into the ground around his body, and Yinmang exuded cold.

The moment of playing the hidden weapon of Fei Gong.

Daozong Xie Yunling controlled the water snake.

The water snake roared, and the billowing water exuded a powerful impact.

The water snake's body slammed with a spiral force.

Lu Fan leaned on a wheelchair.

Xie Yunling's move has a trace of Taoism in it.

However, it is slightly better than Li Sansui.

Lu Fan put a hand on the wheelchair guard.

A silver blade came out, like a meteor in the night, wrapped in silver awns, spinning at high speed, like a windmill in front of Lu Fan.

The water snake struck it, but was burst by the splashes of silver blades.

A water snake was quickly shaved.

Xie Yunling's eyes narrowed, his spirit was exhausted instantly, and two water snakes emerged from the array again.

The formation also lost its strength and collapsed in the sky.

Xie Yunling fell to the ground, staggering and bleeding in his mouth.

But he didn't care, raised his head and stared at the two water snakes in the air.

It's just that his hopes soon shattered.

Because, Lu Fan's wheelchair has stripped out two silver blades...

According to the calabash, scoop all the water snakes.

The water snake disappeared, and the rain was still falling.

When the water snake attacked, the swordsmanship of the East China Sword, like the river water that was rushing eastward, had already struck.

Each of the ten swords exudes sharpness and bursts of unprecedented attack.

Swordsman, the attack is extremely strong.

When East China was young, he did not know how much blood was stained under the sword.

Nothing can break his sword, no one can stop it.

In his middle age, he once cut the name of Hehewei with one sword and five swords, and was called the Zhongnan Jiansheng.

When he was old, he became a son of the sword faction. After hiding the sword faction for decades, no one has seen the sword saint.

But today, I saw the sword saint's sword again.

Swords are as strong as ever, and as in those years, East China has a unique style.

For decades after retiring, the swordsmanship of East China Liuli not only did not regress, but became stronger and stronger.

The ten swords came out together, as if the Pentium River was flowing eastward.

Going forward, there is nowhere to go.

Ning Zhao stretched his umbrella, a little surprised, some incredible looking at the means of these three hundred schools of thought.

If the practitioners do not come out.

These three hundred schools of thought can be called peerless masters.

In addition to Xie Yunling's water snake formation built on Reiki, both East China Liuli and Gongyu Yu were wizards who did not have Reiki but were able to attack the peak of Qidan Realm.

If you have not advanced to Tibet.

Ning Zhao faced with the three men teaming up, perhaps the only thing that ended was drinking.

Even if it breaks into the body Tibetan, it will feel quite tricky, whether it is the "storm rain pear flower" or this "Dongliuyijian".

It is absolutely not too much to call it stunning.

Pity……

If you change any practitioner in the world, all three have the possibility of victory.

But their opponent is a son.

Even if he broke through the body storage, Ning Zhao still felt the unfathomable son.

"This sword is also good."

Lu Fan spoke with admiration.

The three sons let him see the great martial arts achievable when the Da Zhou dynasty did not recover.

If you don’t get the aura, the overlord who has never been enchanted, in front of these three sons, may be all doll-like and instantly killed.

There are no bells and whistles.

Some are... a terrible attack that kills in one blow.

"One sword flows east."

Lu Fan whispered.

"In that case, then... I will return you with a sword."

Lu Fandao.

In the heavy rain, the rain in the east of China flowed across the eyes, but the pupils suddenly widened.

The next moment, he saw a sword that he would never forget.

East China Stream, known as the Juggernaut, found that in front of this sword, there was no scum left.

I saw...

Lu Fan raised his hand and gently tapped on the right hand guard.

It's like freestyle.

After that, the sound of Fengyin exploded, and the heavy rain all seemed to evaporate, and the misty white water vapor.

A touch of red mansions flew from the right hand guard of the wheelchair.

Turned into a red sword in the air...

The sword has just appeared.

All the sword lights of Huadongliu collapsed in the air.

He looked at the scarlet sword obsessively.

He was obsessed with swords all his life and never married, but with the sword as a companion, he reached the peak of kendo.

however……

But now I found out.

The peak of Kendo he reached was only the beginning of Kendo...

Chaowen said, Xi died.

Huadong Liu watched obsessively, and the whole person fell helplessly from the air and fell to the ground.

His old sword was stuck on the ground, and the sword shook uncontrollably.

"This is... He Jian?"

East China's mouth and nose overflowed with blood, and asked innocently.

"Sword name, Feng Ling."

Lu Fandao.

Raising his hand, the white shirt flew wide sleeves.

Suddenly, Fengling sword flew out like a fire, and circulated in the air in a flash.

The heavy rain was evaporated before it fell.

under.

The little phoenix in the arms of the white blue bird shuddered with fear and excitement.

boom!

The sword light dissipated, everything was calm, and the Fengling sword was transformed into the hand guard of Lu Fan's wheelchair.

Ning Zhao held an umbrella, and a scent of fragrant sweat slipped on his forehead.

The rainstorm froze for a moment.

Continue to vent.

Lonely boat on the lake.

Lv Dongxuan couldn't bear it at last, his hands clapped together with a snap.

The seven golden tubes fell to the ground, and Lu Dongxuan lay on his back on the lone boat, looking at the raindrops on the sky dome, watching each raindrop zooming in his eyes, and sighed.

Like lamenting the end of an era.

As if sighing, at the end of his time, he tried his best to show no regrets after the glory.

"The two old things Mobeike and Kongxiu are afraid to regret their death..."

Lu Dongxuan laughed in a low voice.

The lake heart island is extremely quiet, only the sound of rainstorm venting.

Lu Mu shook his head with a stick, and shook his head with emotion.

Jing Yue looked at the stupid sword saint Hua Dongliu, and his emotions were complicated.

Xie Yunling sat on the ground, and the rain drenched his body.

"Failed."

Although he knew that he would lose, Xie Yunling actually had a fluke in his heart.

What if you win?

However, the facts are cruel. They lost, and the defeat was very complete. Even... even Lu Ping's shirt never touched, and even did not let a drop of rain contaminate Lu Ping's white shirt.

However, Xie Yunling has no regrets.

"Hundreds of school children, their names are indeed well-deserved. Although they have never taken the path of cultivation, they are not weak at the peak of any Qidan realm... You came to Beiluo in order to show the ultimate elegance before the end of the time of the schools of hundreds of schools. Regret, you did it."

"If you work hard, you will not regret."

"Just after the rain, the sun is shining, the peach blossoms on the island, and Jinger waits for the era to end."

The second floor of Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.

Lu Fan said slowly.

The voice haunts Lake Heart Island, Bai Yujing.

Words fall.

He no longer suppressed, and directly released the spiritual pressure of the three layers of gas refining.

The terrifying spirit swept through the storm.

boom!

Countless rain, at this moment, was crushed by the pressure and rolling, turning into a misty mist, like a fairy air.

The clothes of Xie Yunling, Huadong Liu and Gongyu Yu were tightly attached to their bodies.

Their bodies were trembling and incredible.

It turned out that this is Lu Fan's true strength!

On the lonely boat.

Lu Dongxuan smiled bitterly, it turned out... The young man didn't use his full strength at all, otherwise, he couldn't resist the spiritual pressure at all.

Lu Fan raised his hand.

The magic pressure stack turned into a huge palm.

Take a shot.

A palm shot towards the hazy cloudy sky.

Later...

The thick clouds were actually smashed.

The bright golden sunlight broke through the clouds...

It was like a piece of golden horse training sprinkled on Lu Dongxuan's face lying on his back, warm.

Lake Island.

On the planted "Bilian Peach Tree", there are flowers and bones waiting to be placed, under the bright sun breaking through the clouds, under the pressure of the dreadful spirit.

One bloom after another.

Peach blossoms on the island.

It was like announcing the end of the war.

It also shows the end of the era of the hundred schools of Zhuzi.

PS: The fourth one is coming, beg the monthly ticket!