Building The Ultimate Fantasy

South county.

Zhongnan Mountain, Jiange.

The towering Zhongnan Mountain looks like a sharp sword inserted into Yunxiao. At the top of the peak, there is a large ping, and a large bluestone is placed on the ping.

White snow fell from the sky, making the whole Zhongnan Mountain like a white blade out of the sheath.

Simon Xianzhi opened his eyes.

He found himself covered with a thick layer of snow.

The body shook, and the aura mobilized from the Qi Dan, surging in the meridian for a week, and the snowflakes were scattered.

A sword stuck in the snow, exuding a chill.

Ximen Xianzhi stood up and ran qi and blood, making the frozen body slightly alive.

He grabbed the sword.

Mind fell into Shen Ning.

"Xianyuan..."

He held the sword in his hand, and there was a rush of heat in his mind.

A white sphere of light floated in his mind.

Simon Xianzhi pierced the ball of light, and suddenly, countless torrents poured into his mind.

After a long time, his breath gradually calmed down.

"Light……"

Simon Xianzhi was a little shocked.

"This is a system of spiritual practice, although it is also a swordsmanship, but... it is another slant, showing the sharpness of the sword with the sharpness of light."

Simon Xianzhi sat down on the bluestone.

Ximen Xianzhi, a genius who once mingled with Bawang, Li Sansi and others, now, with the rise of the spiritual practice era, he has long been left behind.

In the early days, Ximen Xianzhi had a resounding name, known as Jianchi.

A life-long sword is more addictive than Sword Saint Huadongliu.

And Ximen Xianzhi did not disappoint him as a sword nerd, and his sword skills were fascinating.

Now, Ximen Xianzhi, who has inherited the lightsaber, has some surprises. He thought that he had reached the end of swordsmanship, and suddenly found a spacious avenue.

He sat on the bluestone, and the snow in the sky was falling.

Simon Xianzhi was so fascinated that he sorted out the ideas in his mind.

He didn't copy it completely. He likes swords, but this lightsaber heritage is not exactly a sword...

Holding the sword in his hand, Simon Xianzhi danced the sword on the bluestone.

The speed is very slow, but it makes the flying snow fall slowly.

Snow fluttered gently, without hurry.

There is a dazzling sword light, bursting out on the sword of Ximen Xianzhi, as if a beam of light cut through the sky, dazzling and dazzling.

In the sword pavilion.

Sitting across the room, studying the East China Stream of Sword Art, he opened his eyes suddenly.

There is sharpness in the eyes.

His sword intention, faintly felt a sharp, a glorious.

"Xianzhi?"

Huadongliu stood up, and his body was hunted down in one step, as if the door opened automatically.

He went to Daping on the top of the mountain. He wanted to see who was diffusing swordsmanship, which aroused his sword intention.

For everything around, Simon Xianzhi is not clear.

All his heart sank into the sword.

He completely integrated the understanding of lightsabers in his mind with the sword in his hands.

Reiki mobilized and Feixue was cut in half.

Click... Click...

The sword in the hand of Simon Xianzhi began to show cracks, and then exploded, turning into iron pieces and falling to the ground.

Simon Xianzhi's body trembled.

In his hands, countless brilliance condensed, and actually gathered a lightsaber.

His hand shook, and the lightsaber even detached from his hand, slamming into the snow.

A thick layer of snow exploded.

Countless snowflakes are flying.

The lightsaber was cut over the bluestone, leaving a cut in the bluestone.

Ximen Xianzhi's body shook, and fine sweat beads were flowing on his forehead.

However, his eyes were extremely bright, like Haoyue in the night, he raised his hand and scratched in the air.

As if pinching the light.

Spotlight into sword!

The snow is like tofu, and the cut is covered with thin sword marks.

Simon Xianzhi has a clear mind, and at this moment, has realized.

Above the head, a vortex emerged,

He broke through.

Break through the body!

This movement suddenly shocked the disciples above the sword pavilion.

East China Liu came from the snow, carrying two swords, one toward the chrysanthemum and one green peach.

"Sure enough, it was Xianzhi... He broke through to hide!"

There was also a hint of excitement on the old face of East China.

Even if he was from East China, although he began to practice, now, it is nothing more than a pinnacle.

And Ximen Xianzhi actually stepped into the realm of Tibet.

He surpassed him as the pavilion of the sword pavilion.

The flu in East China is endless, and times have changed. They, who were once a hundred sons, have fallen behind and have been surpassed by rising young people.

The disciples of Jiange gathered.

Ximen Xianzhi, who saw the breakthrough, all showed surprise.

"Brother Xianzhi broke through?"

"My sword pavilion has finally practiced in Tibet!"

"Since a few years of silence, Brother Xianzhi finally wants to rise up, and is he fighting with Daoge Li Sansi and Xiliang Bawang again?"

The disciples of Jiange have mixed emotions.

Some people rejoice, others envy.

Ximen Xianzhi is a whirlpool overhead, carrying a sword box, holding a sword in his hand in a daze.

East China Liu set foot on Daping.

Ximen Xianzhi Fang recovered, held the sword and bowed toward East China.

"Master."

"Xianzhi, have you hidden in your body?"

East China Liu laughed.

Ximen Xianzhi nodded. Although he had sentiment because of the immortality, he stepped into body storage, but at least it was also body storage.

"The hope of my sword pavilion is on you."

The flu of East China.

"A new generation replaces the old."

"Have you ever understood the sword?" East China Liu asked again.

Simon Xianzhi shook his head.

"That must be grasped, if you want to become a successful swordsman, sword intention is essential."

East China runner.

"Master, light... can I make a sword?"

Simon Xianzhi stood in the snow, and the fluttering snow fell on his body, he asked.

East China stunned, scratching his beard, and seemed to see the confusion in the eyes of Ximen Xianzhi.

"Swordsman, everything can become a sword, defloration can become a sword, and rain can become a sword... even this piece of snow."

East China runner.

A piece of goose-like snow fell on him.

He raised his hand, two pinched the snow, and suddenly flicked it out.

This snow, like a flying sword, was chopped on the bluestone with the roar of the tearing air, and it was gone for a long time.

Simon Xianzhi's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"As long as there is a sword in my heart, everything can be a sword..."

East China runner.

Ximen Xianzhi nodded, everything could become a sword, that light... naturally also became a sword.

And, light... everywhere, his sword... naturally everywhere.

Simon Xianzhi found a wide avenue, and the whole person was a little delighted.

Huadong Liu naturally knew that Ximen Xianzhi felt something and smiled: "Xianzhi, how long have you never been down the mountain?"

Simon Xianzhi didn't expect that East China Liu would actually ask this question, and said: "Almost three years."

"The disciple thought it would take longer. After all, it took decades for the master to understand Jianyi, and the disciple should take decades."

"Building a car behind closed doors can't make anything. Today's times are different. It's easier to comprehend Jianyi, but... even then, the closure of making cars behind closed doors will still hinder the evolution of Jianyi."

"You should go down the mountain."

"Aren't you confused about the sword? Go to the strong and challenge the strong. You may gain something in the battle."

East China runner.

"Jingyue is in Beiluo, and his sword may also inspire you. You can go to him and learn."

Jingyue's growth on Kendo is far beyond what East China Liu expected.

He felt that he could give Ximen Xianzhi some inspiration.

"Well."

Ximen Xianzhi did not hesitate, because he did feel the difficulties caused by the hard work of a person who worked behind closed doors.

The road construction has just begun, and it is not time to retreat.

However, Ximen Xianzhi is in a trance, Beiluo...

"Go, these two swords are for you."

"After the body is hidden, it is for the Tiansuo. My generation of sword repairs, the most powerful one is to repair it. The golden pill is not suitable for sword repairs. When you enter the Tiansuo, you are the pavilion of the sword pavilion."

East China runner.

He handed the two swords he carried to Ximen Xianzhi.

Simon Xianzhi took it, and immediately felt the difference between the two swords.

Huadong Liu laughed.

A new generation replaced the old, but he was a bit lost while he was gratified.

Turning around, holding hands, accompanied by wind and snow, disappeared to the top of the mountain.

Simeon Xianzhi held Chao Ju and Bi Tao swords, put the two swords in the sword box, and bowed in the direction of the disappearance of East China Stream.

Afterwards, he and the disciples around Da Ping arched their hands.

The green shirt swayed, striding down the Zhongnan Mountain.

He is going to Beiluo, he has a very bold idea.

He is going to challenge... the strong.

...

Emperor jing.

In a narrow and narrow alley.

A figure swayed, his mouth stained with blood, and stood up.

Liu Yuanhao lifted his nose and swollen head, but his eyes were full of fine awns.

Fairy...

He Liu Yuanhao got the fairy tale!

Today’s era is the time of spiritual practitioners, especially the chaotic Dijing. Although Xiliang’s army settled in Dijing and initially controlled the order, but...

For emperor Jing's prosperity, the river and lake gangs roaming in the dark.

It is the best era.

Today's rivers and lakes, with respect for strength, have gangs where practitioners sit in town, and their status is completely different.

Liu Yuanhao wiped the blood from his mouth and nose.

He walked out of the alley and looked into the distance.

The imperial city is towering and still stands.

He sniffed his nose, he founded the Black Dragon Gang, but he claimed to be the young master, because the real Black Dragon Gang help was actually his brother, Hao Liu.

Who is Liu Hao?

Once brilliant, Emperor Zhouzi was the first, and the first one of the 13th Black Dragon.

Unfortunately, Xiliang and Daxuan attacked Dijing, and Liu Hao died in the hands of the overlord.

And Liu Yuanhao escaped, he founded the Black Dragon Gang.

However, the road to this gang is not smooth. He has no strength and has suffered too much.

He opened his hand and looked at his palm, his eyes flashing with light: "Xianyuan..."

"I used to have no qualifications and no strength to find those hidden black dragon guards, but... now, I think I am qualified, give me a little time, I want to gather black dragon guards, strengthen the black dragon gang..."

"Let the Black Dragon Gang become the first gang under the Imperial City!"

Liu Yuanhao clenched his fists.

There was a faint white flame emerging from the gap in his fist.

Liu Yuanhao was stunned.

After that, his heart moved, and the bone fire rushed out of his hand, distorting his face.

...

West County, Liangzhou City.

Located in the southwest of West County, bordering on the Peacock Kingdom.

All along, Liangzhou City is in a state of combat readiness. After all, although the Peacock Kingdom is a country, it is also one of the Five Hus.

Liangzhou City, as a fortress in the west, naturally has to be in a state of defense at all times.

The snowy Liangzhou City was a bit cold.

Yongcheng pawnshop.

The only pawnshop in Liangzhou City adheres to the tenet of "Nothing I dare not collect, only you dare not to be".

The people in Liangzhou City do not know how much money there is in the pawnshop shopkeeper. They only know that the shopkeeper in Yongcheng pawnshop is very rich and rich in the enemy city.

However, such a rich pawnshop only hired one man.

Ding Jiudeng sitting on the threshold opened his eyes, he was stunned for a while, only to remember that he had just entered a place called Chengxiandi.

Touching his bald head, Ding Jiudeng was still a little scared before, but for a long time, he didn't have the thought and feeling of fear.

There is a Sanskrit recitation in his mind, there is a bald head looking at him kindly, and various scriptures and words are flowing.

Ding Jiudeng patted his bald head, a bit uncomfortable.

Suddenly.

Someone behind him kicked him.

"Xiao Ding, don't hurry up and work. I feed you every month and drink and live in your place. Is that what makes you lazy?"

"If you don't work well, just pack up and get out!"

The people behind scolded.

Ding Jiudeng stood up, and after a little silence, there was a panicked, dumb tone: "I'll go right away."

His body is somewhat burly, but his bare head is dazzling, like a lantern.

Behind him is the shopkeeper of Yongcheng Pawn Shop, an old man in a Chinese suit with a pointed monkey gill.

Looking at Ding Jiudeng, who turned around to work, the shopkeeper felt the broken Hu and smiled.

He hired Ding Jiudeng because these two stunners are cheap, as long as they are provided for food and sleep. As for the wages, he finds a few reasons every month and deducts a fine.

And this bald still can't fight back, curse can't return, how good?

The shopkeeper rubbed his hands, his eyes gleaming.

It's time to trade again this month.

The shopkeeper of the pointed monkey cheek smiled, and the color of greed flashed in his eyes. Once he succeeded, his wealth would double again!

"Xiao Ding, work hard. The shopkeeper will come back at night to check your performance. If you don't do well, the wages will be deducted next month."

The shopkeeper said.

He hummed a minor and left Yongcheng Pawnshop.

Long after the shopkeeper left the pawnshop, Ding Jiudeng responded dumbly afterwards, "Oh."

However, the movement was stagnant and Ding Jiu-deng remembered something. He looked in the direction of the shopkeeper's departure and said, "The shopkeeper, it seems that the wages for next month have already been deducted."

However, the shopkeeper has disappeared.

Ding Jiudeng touched his bald head and continued to work.

suddenly.

There was a figure wearing a curtain hanging out of the door, unable to see the face.

"When something."

The figure's voice was a little hoarse.

A long time after the words fell, a response came from the pawnshop.

"coming."

Ding Jiudeng appeared in the small window of the pawnshop, looked at the shadow, and asked, "What do you want to be?"

But he saw this man dig in his arms for a while, and a pair of silver scissors patted the counter.

"What do you think of this value?"

Doujia humane.

Ding Jiu-deng held out his hand to grab the scissors. However, the silver scissors had floated at high speed before being caught by the hand, and was caught by the Doujian, and came against his neck, breaking his skin and overflowing. Blood.

Ding Jiudeng didn't have any expression.

The figure under the hat was stunned, this man... was so bold.

"Where are your shopkeepers?"

Ding Jiudeng finally recovered, a fear filled his body, but he had missed the momentum of the fear, so he shuddered, his eyes slightly panicked, and looked at the Doujian.

"Pal... the shopkeeper is selling goods."

Ding Jiu Road.

"Take me." Doujia said again.

Words fall.

Two silver scissors touched Ding Jiudeng's bald head.

Ding Jiudeng was stunned for a while, and when he recovered, he only felt that he had missed the best time to startle. It was suddenly tasteless, and there was not much fear. Afterwards, he realized: "Good..."

Dou Liren: "..."

This person……

So bold!So stable!

Ding Jiudeng really knows where the shopkeeper is buying.

However, he felt that the person should not be brought to the shopkeeper. Although the shopkeeper was very bad for him, he would scold him and often deduct his wages.

but……

At least the shopkeeper gave him a place to stay.

His father died in the battlefield of Liangzhou City, leaving him alone. If the shopkeeper gave him a place to stay, he might still be wandering, or he might be starving to death.

Therefore, Ding Jiudeng took the Tujia people to the alleys of Liangzhou City.

As soon as he entered the alley, he stopped, stunned.

After that, he suddenly accelerated and ran wildly in the crisscross alleys.

After a long time, he looked back, and after seeing Doujian being circumvented by him, he patted his chest with fear.

After he left the alley, he rushed to the shopkeeper's place to sell the goods.

He knew that place. When the shopkeeper was searched by the official of Liangzhou City, he followed the official.

Ding Jiudeng didn't know.

When he was out of the alley, on the top of the alley, the figure of Dou sat on the roof, the black robe fluttered, and looked calmly at the direction of his departure.

...

In Beiluo City, the towering tower stands on the snowfield.

The heavy snow of the goose feathers covered the footprints left by the trekking figures on the snowfield.

suddenly.

A horseshoe burst.

The snow rose in the snow.

A black mane horse flew from the horizon of the snowfield, and the mane fluttered in the wind and snow.

On horseback, there is a burly figure sitting.

Beiluocheng is upstairs.

The guards guarding the city saw this black mane horse that galloped through the snow.

That's the horses that are abundant in Xiliang!

The figure on the horse's back frightened the defenders!

"Yes... it's the overlord!"

The defender was shocked.

Upstairs, there was a sudden commotion.

Luo Cheng looked at the figure coming from the horse, his face slightly changed.

Overlord has come?

King Beixuan, King Xiliang...

How did Daxuan and Xiliang's monarchs come to Beiluo?

It can be said that Dantai Xuan came for Jiang Li, and the overlord...... Is it for Dantai Xuan?

Luo Cheng was a little speechless, personally, raised an aura, galloped in the city.

Beiluo, on Huxin Island.

Dantai Xuan has just boarded the second floor of Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.

Lu Fan leaning on a wheelchair became a little weird.

He looked at Dantai Xuan who had just sat down, smiled, and said, "The king also came to Beiluo."

Words fall.

Dantai Xuan who just sat down, his pupil shrunk, and his hips were like needle sticks.

A sharp breath.

Overlord... It's too deceiving.

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