Building The Ultimate Fantasy
Chapter 188 Master 1 Air Force
Sima Qingshan is like a scholar carrying a bookcase with several picture scrolls in it. The wooden shaft of the picture scroll emerges from the bookcase.
He rode a horse and struggled through the snow.
Soon, I saw the towering city of Beiluo City.
Beiluo City, one of the big moats on Saturday, has become famous since Baiyu Jinglu became famous, as if it gave the city a status and meaning far beyond its own.
Bai Yujing is located in Beiluo, and Lu Pingan is also in Beiluo.
This city full of years has become a holy place in the minds of practitioners.
Everyone knows Bai Yujing, but because Bai Yujing also knows Beiluocheng.
Otherwise, the name of one of the six major fortresses alone cannot be a city that people yearn for and admire.
Heavy snow fluttered overhead, Sima Qing shirt wrapped in a thick velvet robe, mouth breathing heat.
He was a little excited, but also a little anticipating.
On the official road, there are many people walking around, but it does not make Sima Qingshan feel lonely.
Moving all the way, came to the gate.
Sima Qingshan's face was somewhat reddish, and the Dragon Blood Army of the Shoucheng glanced at him, and after checking it, he let go.
Sima Tsing was also watching them while checking the Sima T-shirts at the Dragon Blood Crystal of Shoucheng.
If it was said that before this, the world was in awe of Beiluo just because of Bai Yujing, then now, the existence of the Dragon Blood Army has made the world awe in the city of Beiluo.
This is an extremely powerful city.
The kind of powerful city from city to county.
In terms of combat power, the other five cities of the six major moats may not be Beiluo's opponents.
Leading the horses into Beiluo City, the aura is rich and lingering, like a fairyland, and there are hawkers selling in the snow.
The smell of food permeates the air.
This is a prosperous and peaceful city, order and ease, people can not help but think of some settlement.
"Really a personal resort."
Sima Qingyi sighed with emotion.
However, instead of staying in the city, he led the horses, asked passers-by, and left in the direction of Beiluo Lake.
Now, three days have come.
Lu Ping'an is about to start preaching and practicing. He doesn't seem to miss this rare opportunity.
Beiluo Lake is actually not hard to find. After all, many practitioners gather like Beiluo Lake, and Sima Qingshan can easily be found.
When I came to the lake, I looked at the misty aura on the surface of the lake. Although the sky was snowing, the lake surface was not only free of ice, but the lake water released a strange warmth.
Snowflakes fell directly on the water and melted directly.
Looking at the misty lake, Sima Qingshan couldn't help thinking of being in Nanjin City before.
Nie Changqing blocked the white shirt in front of him.
In that wave of hand, the sword was vertical and horizontal, turning into a shadow of the sword, and the barbarian who invaded the city was easily defeated.
At that time, it was the most shocking time for Sima Qingshan. The other side knew that the original practitioner was so strong that he could become a practitioner, and he could do a lot of things he wanted to do before, but he was not able to do it.
He was the one who got the fairy, entered the mysterious fairy land, received the gift from the fairy, and realized the painting.
He felt that he was the chosen person and had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.
Sima Qingshan came to the lake, but had already gathered densely packed people, and there was no place to stay on the lake.
The lakeside pier does not even have a boat, so many practitioners who want to ferry to the island are confused for a while.
There were still ships on the pier, but they were all taken away by Lu Changkong's order.
Lu Fan doesn't care about these things.
But Lu Changkong had to take care of it.
Unable to go to the island.
Many practitioners are anxious, so they choose to find a foothold, sweep away the snow on them, and sit cross-legged.
Someone jumped directly on the pier of the pier and sat on it.
Practitioners sat cross-legged, raised their heads, and looked up at the lake heart island, as if expecting and expecting something.
Sima Qingshan arrived late and could hardly find any foothold. If he really had to sit cross-legged, he might have to line up a couple of miles away.
If it is so far away, I am afraid that the daylily is cold.
"Let me, let it go."
A girl's voice sounded.
Sima Qingshan subconsciously turned sideways.
But I saw a girl in a white dress with a black pot holding a basket and walked through the crowd. Next to the girl, a man with a sword also followed the basket with herbs.
"Ah? Why are the ships gone?"
Ni Yu looked at the empty pier, his face stunned.
"It should be because the son is about to preach, so he put away the boat."
Jingyue Road.
"No problem, I will take you to the island."
Jing Yue smiled.
Afterwards, he put down the medicine in his hand and pressed his two fingers on the hilt.
Sedum sword, unsheathed!
With a loud clang, there was a faint air permeating all around, so that the snow falling across the sky seemed to be slightly blocked.
Sword Qi like a dragon shredded the air, disturbed Xue Yu.
"go."
Jing Yue laughed.
With a hand basket, Ni Yu was picked up with one hand and stepped out.
Jingtianjian fell into the water, suspended and shot out. Jingyue mentioned a breath of Dantian, stepped on the water for a few steps, landed on Jingtianjian, slid into the depths of dense fog in the lake, and disappeared.
The practitioners on the lake shore are all amazed.
The excited faces of some family sons were red and scared, and the practitioners formed by the younger generations were also shocked.
Sima Qingshan's eyes lightened slightly.
"Bai Yujing disciple?"
Think about it.
Sima Qingshan seems to have a flash in his mind.
He squeezed to the shore of the lake, and because of the crowding, some practitioners were dissatisfied and angry.
"Squeeze what? Crowd backwards consciously when you come!"
This is a family son, who was touched by Sima Qingshan, annoyed.
Sima Qingshan quickly accompany is not, in the distance, a few unfamiliar children waved towards Sima Qingshan, let him stand there.
Sima Qingshan was stunned, with a smile on his face, and squeezed into the disciples.
Greeting with these people to continue, is to put down the book box in place and take out a scroll from it.
Also pulled out a brush.
Many practitioners around looked at Sima Qingshan in doubt.
Sima Qingshan's clothes were worn out, and many locations were patched. It seemed that she was born in a humble beginning, so these cold-eyed children felt they had to help a little bit.
"Xiongtai, are you going to paint in the snow and record this spiritual event?"
Asked a curious child.
Sima Qingyi was stunned, but with a brush in his head, he picked up the bookcase again and shook his head and smiled.
He pointed with a brush, and pointed to the lake island in the mist.
"I want to listen to Master Lu preaching more closely on the island."
This remark came out.
Everyone around was stunned.
The former son who scolded Sima Qingshan even laughed.
I just think Sima Qingshan is whimsical.
How can I get to the island without a boat?
Sima Qingshan didn't explain too much. He looked at the lake's rippling lake heart island and showed a smile of expectation.
Aura surged, the majestic pressure suddenly released from his body.
Suddenly, swept across the entire bank of Beiluo Lake.
The dragon-blooded army in charge of the guard was shocked, and looked at the Sima T-shirt unbelievably.
I saw a funnel-shaped aura vortex appearing above the top of Sima Qing shirt.
The scroll unfolded and floated in the air.
Sima Qingshan smiled while holding the pen, using Aura as ink, but saw the ink color on the pen tip.
Drop the pen on the white scroll, and the pen walks like a dragon.
With a violent flick, thick ink splashed.
"The boat comes."
Sima Qingshan chuckled.
In the reiki shaking room, a flat boat in the scroll suddenly flew like ink and landed on Beiluo Lake.
Everyone took a breath, because the flat boat really floated on the lake.
The flat boat is not true color, but like ink color.
Splashing ink comes true?
Sima Qingshan put away the scrolls and brushes, jumped out, and swept through the air and landed on the lone boat.
The lonely boat was rippling, with his body, faintly disappeared into the dense fog.
On the shore, the raven was silent.
After that, it was the fry!
"My God... this poor painter is actually a great practitioner!"
"It's awesome, a magical method, and the brush is like a god!"
"The world of spiritual practitioners is curious!"
...
Practitioners' "buzzing" discussions continued.
If the picture of Jingyue Yujian crossing the lake brought them surprise, the picture of poor painter Sima Qingshan, splashing ink into a flat boat, brought shock to him.
The children of the family who had originally blamed Sima Qingshan were even paler.
I did not expect a poor painter to be a hidden major practitioner.
As for the few youngsters, they were surprised that their mouths could not be closed. Soon, their eyes flashed with excitement.
Each looked at each other, clenching his fists.
It turned out that Hanmen can also be a major practitioner!
They certainly can!
Sima Qingshan stood on the ink-colored flat boat, swaying, and swayed into the thick fog. Suddenly, the picture in front of her appeared like a village in the shadow of the willow, and a huge island appeared in the thick fog.
Just like the fairy island in the world, the beauty of the scenery alone is better than the three days in the world.
Lake Island.
Under the Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.
Everyone sat cross-legged.
Lv Dongxuan, Lv Mu looked for a bluestone and sat cross-legged.
Ning Zhao and Yi Yue also found a place to sit down.
There are also Lu Changkong, Luo Yue, Gong Yuyu and others, all waiting quietly.
Xie Yunling also rushed from the Taoist Pavilion. After all, the son preached, how could he miss it? Xie Yunling also brought Li Sansui, who was in a robe and quietly followed Xie Yunling.
The rich aura in the air made Li Sansui seem to be bathed in a fairyland.
She looked up, her clean jaw flashing under the light, and she looked at the figure in the pavilion.
The latter leaned on the fence to listen to the snow, enjoying the scenery of the lake, comfortable and chic.
There was a tumult in the Dragon Gate.
Seems like a figure, stepping out of the Dragon Gate.
Practitioners from all over the world are gathered in Beiluo.
...
Compared to the elegance and leisure of Beiluo Lake.
Dongyang County is completely a hell-like scene.
The air is filled with a strong smell of blood, and the dawn of dawn is like a sharp long sword, cutting the sky.
On the watchtower of Dongyang County.
A figure stood standing as if it was in contact with the sky, but in the thin body, there was a terrifying deterrent.
Master, keep the country!
This person is no one else, it is the national teacher Kong Xiu.
He stood on top of the tower, above his head, the aura of richness gathered together, as if vaguely transformed into a huge vortex.
He confided in his mouth that the words were like gods.
Between the mouth and the river, the noble righteousness made the defenders on the towers boil with blood, eliminating fatigue and awe of war.
The homeland behind them, they come to guard!
Poplar withdrew his sword from the waist and snarled constantly.
Dongyi's undead rushed to the head of the city, and was quickly swooped down by the desperate defender. The two twisted and fell down the tower.
Both are broken bones that fell, making it impossible for the undead to climb the wall.
This is a brutal war.
The soldiers of Dongyang County may not be as strong as the army of practitioners, but they are not less bloody, and the blood of their war with the enemy drifts.
There was blood rushing in the face, and the Confucian Confucian shirts sprinkled red.
However, the Master did not retreat in the slightest.
Instead, the body is getting taller and taller.
The Master looked at the Dongyi Army.
Between Xu Zhang and Zhang Zhang, he slowly opened his mouth and knocked on the bluestone of the city tower with his hands.
This made many Dongyi soldiers retreat from their hearts, and their fighting intentions were completely eliminated.
In addition to those Dongyi immortal people, still daring to die rushed to the tower.
Fight with Dongyang Shoujun.
Mo Tianyu's eyes were red, and the Confucius guarded the country, could he escape?
Therefore, he put away the bronze hexagram, asked for a sword, and wielded it in the tower.
With the awe-inspiring blessing of the Master, the situation seemed to be reversed. At this moment...
Yang Mu was very excited, and he looked at the Master with admiration.
however……
The Master's face was extremely dignified.
Following the Master's gaze, Poplar looked to the distance, where there was a burly figure wrapped in a black robe, crossing his fingers, walking gracefully.
The burly man looked at the defeated Dongyi people on the tower, and there was no slight fluctuation in his face.
He looked at the Confucius, and there was surprise in his eyes.
"The power of will..."
"Non-practitioners, can actually cultivate such a strong willpower..."
The burly man does not know what awe-inspiring energy is, but in fact, awe-inspiring energy is a force of will, and a Confucius is the creator of noble qi, so his urging and use of noble qi is naturally at its peak.
"Yang Taishou, you guard the tower."
The Master suddenly said.
Afterwards, the Confucius hunter turned around and walked down the tower.
The sword in Mo Tianyu's hands was stained with blood, but he was stunned and quickly followed.
Yang Mu was stationed in the watchtower, he didn't know what the Confucius wanted to do, but he knew that at this moment, the Confucius was fighting side by side with them!
"kill!"
"Do not break Dongyi, do not return home!"
On the tower, Dongyang soldiers under the influence of Haoran Zhengqi waved their weapons and shouted.
The gate of the tower slowly opened.
The Master walked slowly, with a thin and old body, and the wind and candles still lingering, as if he would fall to the ground at any time.
Behind him, the army went out of town with the master.
They waved their weapons and shouted to kill the sky.
Only the Confucius was left in the eyes of the burly man.
"It's kind of interesting, mortals... dare to provoke spiritual practitioners?"
The burly man laughed, his posture was very elegant, and he always maintained an elegant posture.
He raised his hand and waved it gently.
The Dongyi people behind him suddenly rushed out.
The Master and the burly man looked at each other, and suddenly they were the only ones left.
"Practitioner..."
The Master murmured and then laughed.
The end of the era of the hundred schools of thought is the hands of practitioners.
Although there is no chance to fight Lu Ping'an.
but……
Nowadays, he can be regarded as a practitioner.
Originally, at the age of Confucius, there shouldn't be such a blood boiling, but the pictures of the soldiers and soldiers seen on the city tower are not afraid of death, guarding the gate of the country, and the blood that has been silenced in his body for too long begins to boil. And scalding.
Once upon a time, he also used swords to travel across the world. He was full of blood and went to a hundred schools of Confucian shirts.
Looked at this practitioner.
Kong Xiu laughed.
He recited poems and articles in his mouth, and slowly walked forward and moved around the battlefield.
Right in front, the rushing Dongyi army, the original dive movement, was faintly lagged behind.
Because, at the forefront of the Dongyang army, the old man in a Confucian shirt seemed to be under great pressure while walking.
The recitation of poems and articles, the word clang, circulated in the sky above the battlefield, so that the Dongyi people lost their blood and lost their will to fight.
The invisible pressure made Dongyi people feel that their hearts were lifted, as if they could not breathe.
The Master took a step.
The Dongyi Army actually took a step back in front of the step taken by the old man.
The burly man narrowed his eyes.
"Really strong will."
He raised his hand.
Gently wave.
The ground began to crack, and numerous soil thorns pierced the ground.
Confucius must be fluttering and hunt in his Confucian shirt.
However, he was fearless, as if in front of him was not afraid of the blood of the dead body.
He recited poems in his mouth.
The ground is cracked, and the soil thorns are between.
The Master continued to move forward, the soil thorns could not hit him, and the ground cracked could not shake his body.
The burly man could not help shrinking his eyes.
He didn't believe in evil, his hands waved, and the energy in his body surged.
The land burst out with dense thorns.
however……
In the soil thorn, a thin and old figure walked out slowly, and the thin figure in the soil thorn sticked with blood.
However, the Master still chanted in his mouth.
For the burly people, the gap between mortals and practitioners is like a rift.
However, at this moment... the old man in front of him felt like he was going to fight the pedestrians with the power of mortals!
The burly man was a little angry.
He explored that there are no practitioners in Dongyang County.
However, such a role has emerged.
"Since... I'm going to die, then you will be fulfilled."
The burly man said coldly.
He raised his hand.
Rumble...
The ground cracked and turned into two huge half earth balls.
Under the palm of the burly man snapped together.
Half earth ball, suddenly pressed!
Boom!
It's as if an earthquake occurred.
The figure of the Master was instantly engulfed.
"kill!"
The burly man waved his hand.
The Dongyi Army behind him suddenly made a shout and rushed towards the Dongyang Army.
Mo Tianyu's eyes are red, staring at the earth ball. This is the power of the practitioner, and he can control the boulder!
How to stop the mortal body!
however……
The earth ball shattered suddenly, and then the figure of the Master walked out of the shatter.
The Confucian shirt was a little broken, blood stained his body, but the Master's face was smiling.
The smile changed suddenly.
Confucius looked at the Dongyi Army who had rushed in.
There was a sudden oppression under his head.
There was a loud drink in the mouth!
Confucianism swept between.
The Dongyi troops were all stunned by the horrible air pressure, and all stopped, even, in a breath, these Dongyi troops turned their heads and abandoned their armor to escape.
Haoran righteousness gathered like a cloud, turned into a big palm.
The Confucius must publish everything, recite poems and articles, and look directly at the burly man.
"Heaven and earth have righteousness!"
Master, drink it!
Suddenly.
The palm formed by the awe-inspiring righteousness between heaven and earth suddenly covered the head of the burly man.
Indistinctly, the burly people felt a sense of oppression.
Between the battlefields.
Confucius withdrew tens of thousands of troops at once, and shouted to cover the practitioners!
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