Building The Ultimate Fantasy

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Jingyue cares about Jingtianjian.

This is the weapon that the son personally refined for him, representing the expectation of the son, so he did not want to let the son down.

After getting Jingtianjian, he carried the sword whether he was eating or drinking or going to the cottage.

He practiced swords in the lake, Chiguo upper body, practicing the most primitive sword moves, bayonet swords.

He wants to cultivate his sword intention.

A sword stabs out, and can drive a hundred miles away.

Of course, this is the most ideal state.

At the beginning, he stabbed the sword in the lake. Because of the resistance of the water, the sword stabbed less than five meters and lost the power to continue forward, and completely dissipated.

He was not discouraged.

Sword practice time and time again.

Feel the change of water flow, and feel the deep feeling of Jingtianjian tearing the water flow.

He realized the true meaning of the sword by tapping every slight vibration of the sword body with the current.

The mind is born from the heart, the sword is born from the heart.

As the son said, the sword is so extreme that it can open mountains, split the lake, and cut the sky...

He wants to give birth to his own sword intention and become the glory of the swordsman.

Under the city of Nanjin.

Jing Yue's white shirt stepped out from the overcast rain.

Jingtianjian, one in five.

Suddenly stabbed.

The invisible misty sword gas tears apart, like a blue thunder drawn from the gloomy sky.

It was like a ray of warm sunlight tearing the paper film of the window into the dead house, withered wood like spring.

boom!

Flesh flew.

Howling everywhere.

Five sword qi swept across, and the Nanman barbarian who kept killing was between these sword qi, and they all died tragically.

Jing Yue had permeated sweat beads on his forehead.

He held the Jingtian sword spinning at high speed.

Tossed a sword flower, the tip of the sword hit the ground, and blasted the ground out of a deep pit.

Tang Yimo, who was trapped by bone spurs, shrank, and he was relieved.

Bai Yujing's people came to support!

With the support of the first practice force in the world, his pressure will be much less.

The barbarians became too weird, and various means emerged endlessly.

He has never seen the weird method of letting the earth produce thorns.

Jing Yue was in a white robe and did not flinch. He was no longer the same as Jing Jing running before. Now he is determined to be a swordsman.

Swordsman who has been advancing one million soldiers with one sword!

Under the gate of Nanjin City.

The robe turned.

Xie Yunling slowly walked out of the city.

Behind him, Taoist disciples followed, and a Taoist disciple came out of Tiandang Mountain and followed behind Xie Yunling.

Looking at the corpses, and the blood everywhere.

Many disciples in the Taoist court who had never seen the killing turned a little ugly.

However, more is still fiery and infuriating.

The brutal enemy invades. As a big Zhou, he can't flinch or escape.

Although they are not Chaotang people.

However, Da Zhou is their world.

"Where are the disciples?"

Xie Yunling said lightly.

The sound was shocking, spreading throughout the battlefield.

"in!"

A Taoist disciple in a robe, bearing the discomfort of the blood on the floor, should have a drink and sat on the ground.

Xie Yunling's robe flew without a wind and sat on the ground.

He pinched his hands, and aura flowed out of him, and it seemed to blend in with the rain and rain.

far away.

The black robe under the guard of the barbarian noticed these Taoists wearing robe.

They lifted the withered wooden stick in their hands.

Slammed hard on the ground.

Boom...

It seems as if there are invisible waves spreading from the earth, constantly spreading, and continuing to diffuse...

The earth seemed to turn into a blanket, shaking constantly.

Boom!

One by one, the earth thorns lurked like a dragon, and they came towards many Taoists in the Dao Pavilion.

"Arrangement."

Xie Yunling glanced at the undulating earth and said.

At the next moment, both hands and fingers were stacked in a cross, which was turned into a mark and launched.

Daoge disciples sitting in all directions stood up one after another, stepped on the star steps, and released a breath of air.

With Xie Yunling as the center, a white gloss appeared around.

The overcast rain seemed to be frozen.

It turned into an ice arrow and spilled from the sky dome, nailing a barbarian to death, the blood filled the earth.

The soldiers of South County stained with blood and gasped for breath.

But they are not afraid anymore.

Waving their swords one by one, they burst into a roar, and rushed to the past again.

Behind it is the homeland. Once they retreat, the homeland will be trampled by barbarians.

Even if they die, they will use blood to kill an enemy!

As long as one more barbarian died, Nanjun would be safe.

The undulating soil thorns in the earth pierced like a scream of the earth dragon, and the sharp thorns pierced toward a disciple of the Dao Pavilion.

Stabbed towards Xie Yunling who bears the brunt.

Xie Yunling's eyebrows should be run through and let him bleed.

but……

The mark of Xie Yunling changed again.

Taoism becomes natural.

The wind blew up and turned into a wind barrier, blocking the disciples in the pavilion.

Boom Boom Boom!

The soil thorns hit the wind barrier and burst directly, unable to go further.

Xie Yunling? The robe turned upside down, and the white temples were flying.

He looked at the black robe.

You have your tricks, I have my way.

It depends on who is strong!

There was a shattered footsteps.

Above the tower of Nanjin City, there was a figure of a green shirt carrying a sword box running out.

As they ran away, these people in blue shirts burst into clanging sounds, and the sword box produced the sword as if the silver mands tore the night sky.

"Jiannan Mountain Sword Pavilion, join the war!"

A hoarse voice resounded.

Sword Saint Huadong Liuli stands at the head of the city, carrying two swords behind him, one sword "Chao Ju" and one sword "Bi Tao".

Jiange swordsmen moved one after another.

Jingyue looked back holding Jingtianjian, a complex look on his face.

There is relief, there is joy.

Although he does not have a strong sense of belonging to Jiange.

But, at this moment... he still felt very happy.

The soil is stabbed in the cage.

Tang Yimo snarled, the whole person was like a fire, the skin was tingled with red, and the forehead and neck were covered with green muscles.

He seemed like a crazy beast.

Holding his fist, he bombarded the soil thorn constantly.

Every bombardment will explode the soil stab, and he doesn't know how many punches he has thrown.

The flesh and blood of his hands seemed to be blurred in the bombardment!

From time to time, there were soil spurs on the ground, and they wanted to assassinate Tang Yimo, but they were all violently broken by Tang Yimo.

"Break me!"

Tang Yimo roared.

He struck the soil stab with his body.

The dark devil qi continued to diffuse from his body.

Despite the help of Jingyue and Daoge Jiange, Tang Yimo was still very unwilling.

Tang Xiansheng asked him to take over things in Nanjun. At the beginning, Tang Yimo was just to let his mother and sister Tang Guo live well and carefree.

And now.

He gradually discovered...

His guardianship is not limited to his mother and sister.

That is his little home.

However, there is another person in the heart that needs to be guarded. This person is Nanjun.

"Tang Xiansheng... you bastard!"

Tang Yimo's squinting eyes became scarlet, and he scolded.

next moment.

Tang Yi gave a roar in his mouth.

The hair was upright, and there seemed to be a wave of madness breaking the shackles inside him.

Boom!

The heart beats violently, like a pulsating string, shaking the entire battlefield.

The second pulse...open.

The soil is stabbed in the cage.

Tang Yimo's upper body shirt exploded, and burly muscles appeared. Every blood vessel appeared on his body, and he walked away like a snake.

Eight-vessel escapes the second vein.

Tang Yimo's eyes became sharp, and at this moment he felt as if he had the power to subvert the earth.

"Tizo?"

Jingyue was shocked when he held Jingtian sword.

Xie Yunling and Jian Sheng Hua Dongliu also looked over.

The soil is stabbed in the cage.

Tang Yimo's hair fluttered upside down, he raised his hand and stroked it on the soil thorn.

Slightly clenched.

Boom!

The soil thorn was directly crushed by him.

The crumbling soil was rising, and Tang Yimo's body suddenly ejected, turning into a black shadow, which was almost difficult to catch with the naked eye!

"So fast!"

Jing Yue took a deep breath.

Xie Yunling and Jiansheng Huadongliu are also staring.

This is... the body of Tibet?!

But I saw that the storm was rolling.

Tang Yimo's figure appeared beside the black robe.

The barbarian who didn't know why death struck madly.

In Tang Yimo's eyes, these people's movements became extremely slow.

He made a move, and his figure flashed like black lightning.

These barbarians burst into pieces.

Tang Yimo jumped up like a cannonball.

He stepped on the ground.

A black robe began to recite, and soil thorns breed.

However, the breeding soil thorns could not keep up with Tang Yimo's speed.

Tang Yimo invaded a man in black robe, and his elbow fell.

This man in black robe is fragile and fragile, more vulnerable than the barbarian warrior.

In a flash, the black robe was completely killed by Tang Yimo.

There were corpses everywhere.

The blood vessels on Tang Yimo's flesh all floated up, flowing horribly, and the depressed breath made people palpitate.

All black robe people died.

but……

Tang Yimo didn't feel relaxed, but had an extremely depressed breath.

He raised his head and glanced through the jungle.

Deep in the jungle.

There is a burly figure, facing away from Nanjun.

At this moment, it seemed that Tang Yimo's eyes were sensed, and he looked back slowly.

...

Beiluo, Huxin Island.

Dense fog still lingers on Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.

Lu Fan fluttered a white shirt, he looked at the huge source of silence in the Beiluo Lake.

In this source, the energy of the five attributes is constantly flowing.

Lu Fan reached out his hand and put a ray of spiritual energy into the source, letting the attribute power in the source grow stronger and stronger.

"Somewhat worse..."

Lu Fan leaned on a wheelchair, looking at the source, and took a sip of warm plum wine.

Fingers lightly touched on Feng Ling's hand.

The lines beating in the eyes, seeing the fighting everywhere, the brows are very calm.

How can I grow up without seeing the wind and rain, how to see the rainbow, and no battle?

Creating a world is not just about the growth of the world, the people in the world must also grow.

And if you want to become stronger, only let them go through battles and hardships.

Just like overlord, under heavy pressure, it can only enter the body.

Another example is Tang Yimo, who understands the guardianship of his heart and can open up his second vein.

Lu Fan didn't wipe out all the invading wanderers. Although he could do it, this world needs pressure and needs to grow.

Lu Fan did not wait and see the fighting everywhere.

He calmed his mind.

Concentrating on the final transformation of the origin of the world.

Once the transformation is complete...

This is when the heaven and earth are transformed, when the storm of aura recovery sweeps the earth.

...

North county.

Day letter off.

There was heavy snow flying, but the snow on the ground was soaked with blood.

The army of North County rushed and killed outside the customs.

Dantai Xuan wore icy armor and rushed into the enemy army of Rong people holding a spear. He continued to kill Rong people. The warm blood splashed on his face, and he wiped it with no intention. To continue killing the enemy.

The generals of the North County also rushed to death. They have fought against the soldiers for generations. Their relatives have died in the hands of the soldiers, so they will not shrink back.

They would rather laugh at thirst for Xirong blood!

Day letter closed.

Mo Beike was wrapped in a thick velvet robe, and Mo Ju was also dressed in cranes. The two looked at the army fighting underneath, and their emotions were extremely complicated.

"This battle... The practitioners who have been working hard for three months in North County are afraid that they will all be buried."

"does it worth?"

Mo Mo said.

Mo Beike coughed and looked at Dantai Xuan who rushed to the battlefield and smiled.

"There is nothing worthwhile or not worth, Taishou feels worth it, then it is worth it."

"In fact, the old man is quite surprised. This person, Dantai Xuan, has repeatedly deflated since the battle. The battle of Beiluo, the battle of Wolongling, and the battle of Dijing... Almost all were defeated. The more courageous, the immortal destiny is missed, but there is no desperation."

"Originally, the old man chose Dantai Xuan just for his northern army and the family behind him."

"But now... the old man is looking for Dan Taixuan."

Mo Beike said slowly.

The heavy snow flew down, passing Mo Ju's eyes.

Mo Ju reached out his hand, and a piece of snow fell in his hands, turning into ice crystals.

"It's true... this man has no bravery, no Tang Xiansheng's old tricks, no Lu Ping's secrets, and even... a little silly, but...good."

Mo Ju smiled.

Mo Beike could not help laughing.

...

In the Xirong army.

King Xirong stood on the chariot and frowned slightly as he watched Dantai Xuan rushed to the battlefield.

"This person... is the Northern Guardian, Dantai Xuan?"

"It's a man."

King Xirong had a complex face and sighed with emotion.

Once, he had tried so hard to resist the enemy, and he also took the lead and killed a bloody path with his body.

unfortunately……

There are no major practitioners in the North County of the Zhou Dynasty.

"Go."

King Xirong waved gently.

There are a few numb and ruthless burly Xirong warriors, riding horses, galloping out of speed, and heading straight towards Dantai.

The sound of a horseshoe burst.

Fly up the white snow all over the ground.

The numb Xirong warriors rushed out, and a strange power broke out in their bodies.

Dantai Xuan, who was killing the enemy, suddenly felt cold.

I saw a few strange Xirong warriors killed.

Beside Dantaixuan, the North County practitioners with aura inside rushed out.

Fight with these Xirong warriors.

The practitioner's weapon was cut on the body of these Xirong warriors, but Xirong warriors did not hum.

Weapon continued to wave.

Kill the practitioners of North County.

Dantai mysterious eyes are cracking.

The practitioners around were also surprised.

"Go too fast!"

They found that the target of these strange soldiers was Dantai Xuan, so they burst into roar and rushed forward, blocking them in front of Dantai Xuan, covering them and retreating.

Looking at a dying Beijun practitioner, Dan Taixuan's heart was bleeding.

The city is closed.

Mo Beike and Mo Ju frowned.

In the distance, a servant came quickly and respectfully, took a letter and handed it to Mobeike.

After Mo Beike unfolded, he glanced, and the ravines on the old face piled up, and he could not help laughing.

The snow is blowing.

Tianhan closed the gate and opened.

The horseshoe screamed.

A silver armor flashed under the light.

Jiang Li rode a horse, holding a silver spear in his hand and swooping out.

at the same time.

Not Zhou Feng, Longmen Secret Realm.

Luo Cheng was wearing armor and walked out with the white blue bird carrying the basket and Nie Shuang.

Has not yet reached the Dragon Gate.

They can hear the sound of the flute.

Everyone was startled, but saw a girl with closed eyes sitting at the gate of Longmen, holding a flute and playing.

Luo Cheng arched his hand towards the girl, while Bai Qingniao and Nie Shuang looked curiously.

The girl stopped playing the flute.

Long eyelashes twitched slightly.

"You have Dad's breath, let's go...I won't stop you."

Maiden Road.

Her voice is very nice.

Luo Cheng was curious about who the father was in the mouth of the girl.

Do they have the breath of a girl's dad?

They came from the heart island of Beiluo Lake. Is the girl's dad...

Bai Qingniao and Nie Shuangxin didn't think too much.

Luo Cheng was very scared...

He seemed... to discover what big secret?!

Luo Cheng took Nie Shuang and Bai Qingniao off Zhou Feng.

Zhu Long took the flute again, and inside the empty dragon gate, the sound of the flute lingered.

suddenly.

The flute suddenly stopped.

"They can pass, you... no."

Zhu Long's face with closed eyes looked at the other end of the chain.

After a long silence, it was calm.