Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Sima Qingshan's legs were shaking, and cold rain slapped on his face. The coldness of autumn rain seemed to penetrate his skin and permeate every inch of his body.

The Nanjin city was broken, and the barbarian invaded. The general guarding the Nanjin city blocked the barbarian with his body. He was pierced by several spears and knelt down on the ground. Even if he knelt down, the general never let go of his hand. sword.

As if he were dead, he had to hold the sword in his hand to kill the barbarian.

Sima Qingyi clenched his fists.

In Nanjin City, he knew the temperament of these barbarians. Almost every time in Nanjin City, he would wage war with the barbarians. There were countless battles.

However, as it is today, there has never been a case of a barbarian aggressively attacking.

This made Nanjin City never respond, and it was too late to seek help from Nanjiang City.

"Poor painter?"

A white figure silhouetted with a smile.

"I also heard for the first time that someone hung poor as a prefix in front of their name."

The figure smiled.

Sima Qingyi wiped the rain on her face and looked at the white shirt figure.

The rain fell down from the sky, but when it was about to fall on the white shirt, it was suddenly twisted.

"you……"

Sima Qingshan's eyes suddenly widened.

Such weird methods can't help but creepy.

"Hello poor painter, I just kill the pigsmith."

The unshaven mouth of the white shirt was slightly raised, and he smiled.

Sima Qingshan stayed.

far away.

The ferocious barbarians began to rush to rush, their straw shoes stepped on the bluestone ground, splashing water.

The muscular barbarian held the spear in his hand, threw it, and threw it out.

The icy spear tore the gloomy rain curtain and whistled toward the Sima Qing shirt and the white shirt.

A group of barbarians screamed excitedly.

They can't wait to crush the two in front of them, rush into the Nanjin City, grab wealth, grab food, grab women.

Sima Qingshan took a step back from being scared by the roaring spear, and his whole body was softening.

The white shirt person smiled.

"You should have just become a spiritual practitioner soon..."

White shirt humane.

"It is not the priesthood, nor the practitioners formed by the Dragon Gate Terracotta Warriors and Wolongling Aura..."

"You should have entered Chengxian Land."

Bai Shanren continued.

Sima Qingshan heard this, but looked at him in disbelief.

"It seems... I'm right."

The white shirt smiled.

Then he raised his hand and waved abruptly, and a magnificent aura came out of his air.

The terrible pressure caused countless thrown spears to hit the ground one after another.

It's like these fierce spears bowed down in front of the white shirt.

"The son said, stop the war for three months."

"However, if there is a barbaric invasion, there is no killing."

The white shirt man shook his hand, and his hand was on the pig-killing knife around his waist.

He glanced at the dying Nanjin City defenders and the general who was pierced by several spears but still glared.

Sigh.

Angry like a dragon.

Tono finally reached the end of his breath, but suddenly turned into a killing intent.

far away.

The barbarian pulled out his waist knife and rushed towards the white shirt maniacally.

Victory is close at hand.

The gates of Nanjin City have been broken by them. Food, wealth, and women are in front of them. How could they give up because of the blockade of a white shirt person.

The white shirt man turned his head and looked at the Sima Qing shirt.

"Look, real practitioners, in the face of such a situation, they are definitely not standing and waiting to die."

"As a practitioner, I have the ability to reverse the situation."

White shirt, said.

Words fall.

The hand that fell on the handle of the pig killer suddenly worked hard.

Suddenly pulled out the waist knife, and the black pig-killing knife crossed an arc in the rain curtain.

Buzz...

In the shocking eyes of Sima Qingshan.

There was an invisible sword arc vigorously chopped out. At the next moment, it became a semi-arc, sweeping the attacking barbarians, and the bodies of these barbarians were directly cut into two halves.

Hot blood spewed out.

There is no rain on the white shirt, otherwise there will be blood.

He let go of his hand, and the pig-killing knife floated in the air, exhaling with excitement.

Buzz...

The pig-killing knife suddenly turned.

The white shirt waved gently.

The pig-killing knife shot out.

Poo poo!

Blood burst and the head rolled.

Sima Qingshan saw the most memorable scene in his life.

The dense barbarian soldier, under a pig-killing knife, looks like a little piglet waiting to be slaughtered, Ben's flying pig-killing knife is cut clean.

Outside the city.

A barbarian warrior roared loudly.

With a leap, nine bird sparrow feathers were inserted above the head, forming a circle.

The horizontal flakes on his face were all trembling.

He clapped his hands and slammed into the pig-killing knife, his hands bloody, but he still didn't give up.

Finally, he stopped the pig knife.

Baishanren Meiyu also couldn't help but pick.

It didn't seem to think that this barbarian could actually block his knife.

"The barbarian nine feather warrior... is it similar to the nine ring master of the Great Zhou Dynasty?"

The white shirt said lightly.

After that, it was second to none.

The pig-killing knife held in the hand by the barbarian warrior roared again, penetrating the heart of this barbarian warrior.

The barbarian was terrified.

The pig-killing knife hangs in the air and spins at high speed.

A circle of knife shadow contours emerged slowly around the periphery.

"Royal knife."

The white shirt opens.

At the next moment, the huge shadow of the knife was cut off, and the ground was cut with a knife mark, and the knife spread through it. In the instant, dozens of hundreds of barbarians were divided under this knife.

In front of Nanjin City.

Practitioners, once husband and wife are closed.

The barbarian was slain, and under the command of the barbarian leader, like a broken mountain, he quickly exited Nanjin City.

Sima Qing shirt looked dazzled and shocked.

With one person's strength, retreat the barbarian army.

It's just...too arrogant.

Sima Qingshan felt that there was a fire burning in his chest. Is this... a practitioner?!

far away.

There were footsteps resounding, and shadows quickly flew over from the other end of Nanjin City.

Soon, nearly a hundred figures in light armor fell on the bluestone road in Nanjin City.

The white shirt man glanced at the light armoured soldiers, his mouth ripped, and after wiping the pig knife with a cloth, the shoulder knife turned to look at the Sima Qing shirt.

"You are the one who has passed the Daxianyuan. You must have wasted this Xianyuan."

White shirt, said.

The light armoured soldier looked at the white shirt, and a figure galloped from a distance.

As soon as it fell, it crushed the rain.

The figure looked at the white shirt and solemnly arched his hands.

"Thank you."

The figure said sincerely, if it weren't for the white shirt, Nanjin City would be reduced to hell on earth today.

The light armormen around are all archers.

The white shirt man smiled, waved his hand in disapproval, and walked with his pig-killing knife.

"There is no need to thank me. The North County Taishou has a good saying. It is not my family, and his heart will be different... Moreover, my son also said that during the war, the barbarians invaded and killed without amnesty."

The white shirt chuckled lightly, but the figure gradually disappeared in the rain.

Sima Qingshan, who had lost her mind, hurried a few steps and chased towards the disappearance of the white shirt.

"Senior... who the hell are you?"

However, his voice echoed on Qingshi Street, but no one answered him.

With the figure of light armor, he came to the side of Sima Qingshan, "Below, the head of the Nanfu Army, Tang Yimo."

The figure pointed at Sima Qingshan.

Sima Qingzhen was stunned, the Nanfu Army, of course, he had heard that the army of the practitioners in Nanjun was mysterious and powerful.

"The man in white shirt just now was called Nie Changqing, a disciple of Bai Yujing, a pedestrian who walked all over the world.

Tang Yimo looked at the disappearing long street and said.

After listening to the Sima Qing shirt, his body shivered.

Pig killer Nie Changqing, from... Bai Yujing?

Mysterious and unpredictable Bai Yujing!

Tang Yimo ignored Sima Qingshan who lost his soul.

He took the Nanfu Army, looked at the corpses of the ground, and looked at the general who was dead without looking at the battle, and took a deep breath.

Things can't be left as it is.

Lifting his head, Tang Yimo's eyes were sharp and his arm slammed forward, leading the Nanfu Army to rush out of the gate.

Catching up the barbarian who is still retreating.

After a bloody battle, thousands of corpses of the barbarian soldiers were left, and the barbarian soldiers killed and shuddered.

In the city.

Sima Qingshan stared at Qiu Yu and picked up the scroll from the ground.

He unfolded the scroll, which was stained and lost its original charm.

Sima Qingshan sighed, dropped the picture, and went home in a wet state.

Go home.

After twisting a handful of rain from his shirt, he hurried to the desk, spreading the rice paper carefully, and taking the pen to dye the ink.

There is a spirit of condensed spirit, Dan Tanaka seems to be flowing.

Start drawing.

The writing pen is powerful, and it bends like a nine song.

Soon, in the picture scroll, the picture of the man with a white knife and a white shirt obscured in the rain lane and green lane suddenly appeared on the paper.

Sima Qingshan took a step back.

The person in the scroll in his eyes seemed to come alive.

But he saw that the white shirt man turned his head and looked back, a smile on his unshaven face towards the Sima Qing shirt.

Sima Qingshan sat on an old wooden chair.

Looking at his stained hands.

Suddenly, what seemed to understand.

...

Beiluo, Huxin Island.

The second floor of Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.

Lu Fan's white shirt is automatic without wind. Between his heart and soul, it seems to have become inextricably intertwined, and it is entangled in the golden awn that sinks in Beiluo Lake.

Jinmang grew bigger and stronger, from the size of a fingernail to half a fist.

There is a huge flow of energy, which is a vast force.

Lu Fan stared, although facing only half the energy of a fist, but vaguely, as if facing a whole world.

There was a low roar.

It was a piece of spiritual consciousness that was suppressed by Lu Fan and arranged the array as the master of the plane of the array.

With this spiritual knowledge, Lu Fan can continue to absorb the origin of another world.

"This is the source... very powerful energy."

"Vitality, destruction, and creation have extreme power."

Lu Fan leaned on the fence, hair was flying, staring at the source, could not help murmuring.

However, with the absorption of the source, this manic energy is full of wildness and full of irritability.

It's like a wild horse.

Lu Fan understands that this is because from another world, to a new world... the shackles and repression are lost.

The source will naturally become bohemian.

In Lufan's words...

That is, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.

On the island.

No one else can feel the breath of the source, because Lu Fan has isolated this energy.

"The origin is heaven."

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

"If the low martial world wants to be promoted to Chinese martial arts or high martial arts, it must be born with the origin of heaven."

Therefore, surrendering to this source has become what Lu Fan must do.

This is the main reason why Lu Fan chose to retreat this time.

Soul intensity permeates.

Lu Fan closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he took a wheelchair and appeared ideologically at the bottom of the lake, in front of the half-fist-sized source.

Boom...

Faintly, it seemed that the sound of a heartbeat was shaking.

Above Lu Fan's head is a rippling lake, but on the lake, there is a circle of suppression.

Suction has exploded.

Lu Fan held out his hand, and his slender fingers were pointing at the source.

The warmth wrapped his fingers.

The next moment.

The source of the size of the half fist will continue to grow and grow in front of Lu Fan's eyes...

Wait for the clarity of the picture in front of you.

But I saw that Lu Fan raised his finger and lit the source, but the source, which was not half a fist, was a ball that had grown to a diameter of one kilometer.

The ball still released a terrible breath.

Lu Fanmei raised her head and looked around: "Is the other end of the source?"

That is the origin of the world where the Lord of the Face is?

Rumble!

The world is gloomy.

There are all kinds of strange energies surging.

The wind and rain, the fire burning, the thunder exploding, the sea floating...

This is a kind of attribute power, belonging to the attribute power.

There is no such power in the origin of the Five Phoenix Continent...

Lu Fan's origin is to intend to absorb such power.

After clear feelings, Lu Fan seemed to understand, he looked at the source on the sky dome and felt the flow of various mysterious energies.

He raised his hand and said that if there was wind, there would be a gust of wind.

If there is fire, there will be sky-burning flames tumbling.

Said there must be soil, a little mud fell into the sea, and instantly turned into Pingchuan.

If there is wood, if a seed falls, there will be a blink of an eye and the mountain blooms...

He said that there must be light.

The gloomy clouds were broken, and bright sunlight fell from it, shining on the world.

Attribute Reiki.

Lu Fan's mouth slightly picked, it turned out to be the case.

There are shackles in the Five Phoenix Continent, and the ultimate strength is nothing more than the body hiding state of the five internal organs, and the attribute aura can not be derived at all.

However, with the creation and improvement of the source, perhaps, soon, the barrier can be broken, and the attribute aura is born.

The Five Phoenix Continent can also break the barrier of low martial arts and step into Chinese martial arts.

Of course, the premise is...

Lu Fan can tame and suppress this origin.

Suddenly.

Lu Fan looked to the horizon.

But above the sky dome, the clouds rolled in.

Soon, it turned into a huge face.

The face looked directly at Lu Fan.

"Suppress my spirit avatar, and dare to appear in the source world! Be bold!"

The face opened, and the next moment turned into a giant palm covering the sky.

Photographed suddenly towards the landing.

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair, gently flicking his finger on the wheelchair guard.

Suddenly...

The silver blade of the awn is just like a shooting star in the night sky.

Suddenly gathered in front of him.

Boom!

Big palm photographed.

The cloud burst.

However, the shields stacked by the silver blade are intact.

Lu Fan received the silver blade.

The face of the stacked clouds disappeared, but I saw a ray of golden light in the distance.

Instantly from far and near, Lu Fan's eyes appeared.

Jinmang dispersed, revealing a negative figure, the red robe rolled over, wearing a high hat, a white face, two strands of hanging temples fell down, and there seemed to be a little rouge smeared between the eyebrows.

Squeeze the orchid in your hand and step on a clear flying sword.

The breath of terror spread.

Lu Fan looked at this figure, his face was light, and his white shirt was hunting in the wind.

This is the Lord of that face?

No wonder you pinch the orchid finger...

Weird.

Lu Fan had guessed that he would attract this existence by imagining the origin, but he did not expect that the other party would be faster than he had imagined.