Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Most afraid, the air is suddenly quiet.

Ni Yu raised her head and looked at the familiar figure behind her. The expression on her face gradually solidified, and she felt the meat on her face was a little stiff.

Even, even if the panacea covered with sugar coating fell in the snow, she could not feel the pain.

Of course, it is also because the sugar-coated pill drops to the ground no more than one breath. It can still be eaten if picked up and blown.

"People...People?!"

Ni Yudao.

Lu Fanduan took a wheelchair and looked at Ni Yu indifferently.

However, he did not punish Ni Yu, after all, Lu Fan's temper was excellent.

Lu Fan's eyes flicked, his hand flicked, and a pebble by the lake hit him in front of him, floating. Lu Fan raised his finger and wrote lightly on it.

A little bit of stone chips fell.

Afterwards, Lu Fan made a move, and the pebbles fell to the ground, which just crushed the immortality.

"My son, I have been closed for three months. You may be under a little pressure."

"This pebble is recorded on the way of refining "Quan Dan", you first have a look, three days later, I need to see the finished product."

Lu Fan leaned on a wheelchair, his voice was very quiet.

Ni Yu placed his hands somewhere, and looked at the crushed sugar-coated pill with some heartache.

Son, are you a devil?

Why didn't you even miss a pill?

She shook her hand and picked up the pebbles from the ground, and saw the densely packed small letters on it, which was Danfang.

Engraving Danfang on the pebbles, no one but the son will be so casual.

Ni Yu deflated his mouth.

Faced with the son, would she dare to say no?

"Son...the retreat is over?"

Ning Zhao looked at the landing, his eyes lighted up slightly, lightly pulling the blue silk, said.

Lu Fan nodded.

"Master, Jingyue, they all went out to the counties to fight against the Hu people."

Ning Zhaodao: "A huge crisis has occurred in the world."

"I know."

Lu Fan was very indifferent, not surprised.

Ning Zhao was stunned, and thought about it, how could the son not know this kind of thing?

Mo looked at the son rarely out of the island, but he sat alone in the pavilion and knew everything about the world.

There was light snow floating in the sky.

Floating in the hair of several people, added a few white catkins.

Of course, Shirayuki couldn't fall on Lu Fan's body, and the invisible air flow circulated around his body, flushing Baixue away.

Lu Fan wore a large white cloak, holding his chin in one hand.

After that, the Qianblade Chair automatically went down to the Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion and headed to the North Luohu Lake.

Ni Yu held the pebbles, and Ning Zhao looked at it puzzled.

In the distance, Yiyue, who is practicing, also opened her eyes and hurried over.

In the lake.

It seemed that Lu Fan's breath was sensed, and Xiao Yinglong broke out of the ice, but after being appeased by Lu Fan, he re-drilled back into the lake.

Thousand Blades Chair Xuxing, running over the lake, floating on the lake like a lone boat.

Tear the lake apart two ripples.

Lu Fan came to the center of the lake and slowly raised his hand.

The lake immediately separated to the sides.

In this strange scene, Ni Yu and others looked dumbfounded.

But seeing the bottom of the lake, there is a huge golden ball floating out of it, and there are five colors in the golden ball floating up and down.

A magnificent and majestic breath was released, which made Ning Zhao and others on the island feel panic.

Even if it was Ning Zhao in the Tibetan realm, he didn't even dare to look directly at the golden ball.

"Then... what is that?!"

Ning Zhao felt a little shocked.

Ni Yu grabbed the pebbles and swallowed: "Will it be a son... a large hemp ball made?"

Ning Zhao: "..."

On Beiluo Lake.

Lu Fan's hair fluttered and watched as he floated up. The plane origin equivalent to the diameter of the black pot stretched out his hand... the palm was attached to it.

Buzz...

Bizarre fluctuations began to surge.

At the top of Bai Yujing, the clouds broke apart and turned into a vortex, like an inverted funnel.

Between heaven and earth, faintly began to change strangely.

...

South county.

Outside the city of Nanjin, there was drizzle.

The air was full of blood.

The situation on the battlefield has been brought under control. Jingyue's white shirt is not stained with blood, and he holds the Jingtian sword and stabs at the barbarian army.

With a stab, he pierced his sword and trained for hundreds of meters, breaking down the flesh of many barbarians and stabbing him seriously.

Under such a sword stab, Jing Yue felt that his sword intention seemed to condense a lot.

far away.

Jiansheng Huadongliu looked at Jingyue's sword thorns, his eyes brightened slightly.

Sword tricks are simple and complicated, and it may be the essence of kendo to change to the original. A thorn, a wave, and a sweep are actually very difficult to do well.

Unexpectedly, Jing Yue was able to realize this level.

What is the purpose of Jingyue naturally seen by Huadong Liu? Jingyue wants to condense the sword intention, just like his sword intention of Dongliu. Great strength.

And in order to understand this Dongliu Jianyi, Huadongliu spent a full thirty years.

East China Stream flew down from the city wall.

He pulled out "Chao Ju" and waved it violently, and countless sword shadows gathered around the body of the sword, and the next moment, like the running water, the mighty impact came out.

East China fell to the ground and fell beside Jingyue.

"To understand Jianyi, you must have a breath in your heart. You need to understand what you want in your heart, what your sword...what you want."

East China runner.

"The sword is intentional. If you understand the meaning of the sword, you will be able to express the meaning of the sword in one go."

Huadong Liu looked at Jing Yue and smiled.

"The times are different now. The emergence of aura makes the sword alive, making it easier to condense the sword's meaning...you realize it with your heart."

Jingyue nodded, holding the Jingtian sword.

Xu closed his eyes slowly, the spirit in Qidan was surging and brewing.

East China Liu didn't speak, holding the sword and rushed out.

Although they belong to Jianghucao, but... the world is not just the world, they are also an important part of the world.

How can they just sit back and ignore the barbarians?

After the aid of all parties, the battle of Nanjun occupied a huge advantage, and the barbarians began to retreat.

After Tang Yimo opened the second vein, he was like a mad demon, killing all sides.

Those strange black robe sacrifices were all wiped out by Tang Yimo.

In the jungle.

There seemed to be a roaring sound on the ground.

The burly figure appeared from the depths of the jungle.

The land under his feet was constantly creeping and pushing him forward.

Tang Yimo's body suddenly tightened, and at the moment this person appeared, he felt a huge pressure.

"Bai Yujing's practitioner?"

This burly man, wrapped in a black robe, moves very gently and elegantly.

He glanced at Jing Yue in the distance, and finally his eyes fell on Tang Yimo's body.

"You are practicing magic skills, and falling into the magic path is sin."

The man in black robe crossed his fingers against his chest, like an elegant Confucian.

However, the burly body was incompatible with his temperament.

Tang Yimo has no nonsense.

The whole body was crimson, and the green muscles seemed to float outside his body.

The whole person was like a mad demon, bursting out in an instant, and the ground underneath was cracked by the depression.

This great man is supposed to be the culprit in manipulating the barbarians to launch the attack and cause this war. As long as the culprit is killed, the barbarians will retreat.

"It's really grumpy."

The burly man, the mud beneath his feet actually moved on his own, making his body begin to move.

Tang Yimo's attack was actually a bit slow to keep up with his speed.

This feeling is very bad.

"I am the pinnacle of foundation-building. Although you have the power of foundation-building, you still have physical attacks."

"You have to know that the magic is really powerful in this world."

"The flesh is stronger, but you can't reach me, and... what's the use?"

Dahan Road.

Tang Yimo's eyes seemed to burst into blood, faster and faster.

Because the second vein broke out without restraint, Tang Yimo's skin began to permeate blood, which was a rhythm that the flesh could not keep up with.

The big man chuckled.

Raise your hand and wave.

boom!

A thick stone pillar on the ground suddenly rose.

In one punch, Tang Yimo smashed the stone column.

With the help of the creeping ground, the big man moved to the distance and smiled gracefully.

Continue to wave your hand, hook your fingers, and chant something in your mouth.

Soil thorns continue to emerge on the ground.

This strange fighting method makes people feel creepy.

Of course, Tang Yimo was not afraid, he was almost full of firepower, and every stone pillar was broken by him.

"It's really a strong body, but unfortunately, there is a limit to the strong body..."

The big man smiled gracefully.

Hands raised, clapping.

With a "slap", they were photographed together.

The next moment, the gravel on the ground surged, Tang Yimo felt the black pressure in front of him, and the next moment was completely dark.

Two hemispherical blocks of soil suddenly rose and wrapped Tang Yimo's cover.

A round ball was formed, which hit the ground quietly.

There are also rustling rubble, shaking off the surface of the ball.

Dahan smiled softly.

He looked up into the distance and looked at the walls of Nanjin City.

"Lord of the planes..."

The burly man, his fingers crossed his chest again, even if he was just a wanderer, he still had to maintain his elegance.

Behind him, a black robe sacrifice appeared. These sacrifices had no eyes, as if the soul had been eroded.

They seem to be tool people, only knowing how to cast spells.

When Tang Yimo was sealed, everyone was shocked.

Jing Yue opened his eyes suddenly.

Around him, there was an invisible wave of air surging.

After the call from East China Liu, Jing Yue suddenly realized that he understood what Jianyi was.

"My sword intention... is to move forward!"

Jing Yue whispered.

Jingtianjian was held in his hand, and he held the sword with his own hands.

He felt as if he had returned to practice the sword in Beiluo Lake, watching the sense of accomplishment that pierced the lake little by little in his heart.

Time after time, Jian Qi became longer and longer.

Buzz...

Jing Yue opened his eyes.

The whole body seemed to be replaced by invisible sharpness.

Jianyi...

Jingyue held the sword, strode forward, and stab forward with a sword.

Unpretentious trick.

Stabbing the burly man straight.

The ground seemed to be cut apart by a sharp sword gas, and a gap was opened.

There seemed to be a sharp sword like a sword, squirting thinly and stabbing for 500 meters.

The creeping ground at the foot of the burly man stabilized.

He raised his hand and waved it gently.

In front of him, dozens of slabs rose from the ground.

Jingyue's sword intention struck.

Bang Bang Bang Bang!

From a distance, the stone slabs were pierced by sword gas one after another.

Piece after piece of slate, it can't stop the sword gas...

A sword pierced 52 stones.

When he finally pierced the last slate of the burly man, the sword's qi weakened to unheard, as if it had turned into a stream of air, blowing over the burly man.

Cut a strand of hair from the burly man.

"swordsman."

The burly man narrowed his eyes.

The indigenous people of this world seem to have something.

Talents are somewhat evil, whether it is the kid who fleshed out the Tibetan combat power of the flesh, or the swordsman who pierced the stone plate with the sword.

All are unusual.

One sword was unsuccessful, Jing Yue frowned slightly, took Jingtian sword, took a folded bupapa from his arms, carefully unfolded, and took a pill of Qi from Danpa.

Body, reiki surged again.

Raised the sword.

Since one sword cannot be solved, then... more swords!

The burly man waved his hand.

The black robe priests behind him stepped out and began to recite.

Along with the recitation, all the soil thorns suddenly burst out and whistled away towards Jingyue.

The Taoist disciples led by Xie Yunling also shouted, stepped on the Star Walk, and formed a battle again.

There is a huge circular array converged by Aura, hovering in front of everyone, blocking a thorn of earth.

On the city of Nanjin.

A green shirt figure appeared slowly.

Sima Tsing looked a little tired. He spent three months in the Dragon Gate to cultivate his own strength. He had to become like Nie Changqing, and he could kill the enemy with his hand.

He took the brush in his hand and looked at the bloody battlefield under the Nanjin City.

Lifting his head, the cold rain kept pouring.

Sima Qingyi took out the white scroll behind him and unfolded it violently. The brush was thrown in the air, using rain as ink.

Reiki surged out of the Qidan.

Pour rain and ink on the scroll.

Under the city of Nanjin.

The burly man with his hands against his chest suddenly changed the picture in front of him.

But I saw that the battlefield of Corpse Mountain Blood Sea disappeared.

Some are only continuous drizzle, the feet seem to be the surface of the lake, the drizzle hit the lake surface and ripples.

He looked around but found that the world and heaven and earth seemed to have turned into a color and scene.

Like a boundless cage.

Nanjin City is upstairs.

Sima Qingshan's face was pale, but she smiled.

The poor painter used the rain as ink to draw a pen, and drew a drizzle picture to seal off the burly man.

...

North county.

The battlefield is extremely tragic.

Because Beijun does not have as strong a practitioner as Nie Changqing.

So the battle is even cruel.

Jiang Li led the soldiers and guided the battle, but took a slight advantage back. The North County Tieqi collided with the Xirong Rongbing, and the two seemed like ice and snow.

King Xirong's eyes fell on Jiang Li in that silver armor.

"This is really a magnificent world, with many outstanding people...a pity."

King Xirong sighed with emotion.

He felt he needed to give these people the respect they deserve.

Therefore, he personally got off the chariot, step by step, the speed became faster and faster, and turned into a residual image and rushed to Jiang Li.

An invisible crisis.

Jiang suddenly felt numbness of the scalp.

As if the shadow of death enveloped him in an instant.

Jiang Li unconsciously drew the dagger behind him and blocked it in front of his chest.

A shadow did not know when, crouching on the head of Jiang Li's horse, the black shadow stretched out a finger and clicked on Jiang Li.

Jiang Li resisted with a short sword.

Click.

The short sword burst...

Jiang Li was also thrown out of the horse by a violent force, and blood spewed out of his mouth.

Two North County practitioners went crazy to stop.

Chi Lian rushed like crazy.

However, Xirong Wang just waved his hand.

boom!

The terrible pressure caused Chi Lian and others to fly out.

King Xirong walked to Jiang Li step by step.

"You are a personal master, tell me my name and let me remember you."

King Xirong.

"You are not King Xirong..."

Jiang Li looked at the person before him, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, said lightly.

"What I do is sinful, so... I don't face you face-to-face, so I put on someone else's face so that... I can't be ashamed."

Xirong Wang is full of tangled openings.

"Ah."

"The hypocritical hypocrisy."

Jiang Li smiled.

"You don't even dare to reveal your face, not worthy of knowing my name."

Jiang Li Road.

The pity of King Xirong disappeared, looking at Jiang Li faintly, and raised a finger.

Point to Jiang Li's eyebrows.

In the distance, Chilian vomiting blood rushed madly.

Everything in the world seems to be in Jiang Li's eyes and the ears have lost color and sound.

Suddenly.

A velvet yellow chicken cub crossed the arc from the sky with a brutal expression.

Coincidentally, he fell into Jiang Li's arms and bounced with full elasticity.

The finger of Xirong Wang who wanted to be the main point was interrupted by this one, and he couldn't help but stay.

Ok?

Is this... what?