Building The Ultimate Fantasy
Chapter 230: The last one planted on the ground...Who is it?
Beiluo.
Lake Heart Island.
Lu Fanduan was sitting on the Thousand Blades Chair, and was playing chess games to restore his soul strength.
Xiao Yinglong is nourishing the water in his mouth, playing with Tianji pigeons.
suddenly.
Lu Fan's eyes moved slightly while playing chess.
He dropped a piece, and the sound of the piece rubbing against the board was soft.
Raising his head, his gaze looked calmly and indifferently out of the lake's heart island, and the thick fog formed by the aura was penetrated by his sight.
At a glance, I saw Ximen Xianzhi stepping on a sword and gliding.
"Master Lu, dare to fight!"
Simon Xianzhi was holding his hand, his clothes were hunting, with confidence, with the arrogance of a swordsman.
For Ximen Xianzhi, Lu Fan is naturally no stranger. After all, Ximen Xianzhi's method of lightsaber is his biography.
However, the other party would actually appear on Beiluo Lake... come to challenge him.
Lu Fan was a little speechless.
Who gave him the courage?
Sword Saint East?
No matter who it is, Lu Fan doesn't care.
"No one has dared to challenge me for a long time."
Lu Fan leaned back on the Thousand Blades chair, his eyes flashing slightly, and the smile on his face seemed to be a smile.
Ximen Xianzhi was like a white goose who lost his direction, and he crashed into the thick fog. He knew that Lu Fan was powerful. After all, he could get the name of the world's first practitioner.
Therefore, Simon Xianzhi's shot was full of effort.
boom!
The sword beneath the feet oscillated the current, making the water on the lake seem to boil and explode.
Ximen Xianzhi rose to the sky.
He put his fingers together, his eyes were dazzling, and he focused into a sword!
On Beiluo Lake, the light seemed to be dimmed in an instant, and Ximen Xianzhi was holding a twisted lightsaber in his hand.
The lightsaber was huge, and suddenly toward the lake heart island, the figure above the Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion was cut off.
The lightsaber is extremely fast, and the lake seems to be cut open.
The strongest blow from practitioners in the Tibetan-Tibetan realm really cannot be underestimated.
Beiluo Lake.
Many spectators are staring.
Simon Xianzhi's method is indeed somewhat unexpected. Even this kind of sword, even Jing Yue, Nie Changqing and others, should be taken seriously.
Pity……
Jing Yue shook his head.
At this level, it's still far behind.
Simon Xianzhi has not gone down the mountain for a long time, and has no idea of the terrible son.
The overlord in the crowd chuckled.
At this level, he may not even be able to break the defense of his overlord, and actually wanted to challenge Lu Ping's monster...
Jianchi, is really a bit crazy.
Lake Island.
Lu Fan smiled.
There was not much laughter, but it spread out and spread on Beiluo Lake, making the lake surface ripples.
"It's such a strength...Challenging your son, are you insulting your son?"
Plain words, the hustle and bustle of the lake, suddenly stagnation.
Fluctuating water flow, flowing mist, etc. are all frozen.
Ximen Xianzhi's body was cold, and there was a tremendous amount of pressure. He was completely out of breath, as if his body would be crushed.
He raised his head and stared at the figure sitting on the top of the Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.
His lightsaber still cut off without fear.
Upstairs.
Lu Fan leaned out two fingers and gently pinched.
Ximen Xianzhi's lightsaber was broken into pieces by Lufan and turned into countless light spots.
Ximen Xianzhi's pupil shrank.
But I saw that Lu Fanduan was in a wheelchair and pointed a finger at him.
A sense of danger appeared in the heart of Simon Xianzhi.
He growled loudly.
The "Chao Ju" sword stepped on his feet suddenly raised high and was held in his hand.
however……
Simon Xianzhi actually had a sense of the mayfly shaking the tree.
Click...
Lu Fan finger lightly.
Chao Jujian burst.
Fragmented sword fragments scratched the cheeks of Ximen Xianzhi, leaving blood marks.
Lu Fan's fingers snapped forward again.
Boom!
Simon Xianzhi only felt a terrible impact, which made him a little confused.
The lake exploded, and Lu Fan pointed out a terrible shock wave with one finger, tearing the mist off the lake.
Impacted on the body of Ximen Xianzhi.
Simeon Xianzhi gritted his teeth and coughed up blood, and the Bitao sword behind him also came out of the sheath, blocking him.
however……
The shock wave hit.
Bi Tao Jian also suddenly burst into countless fragments.
Simon Xianzhi was stricken by vigorous force and coughed up blood.
The whole person's head is stunned...
Boom!
There seemed to be a bang.
Ximen Xianzhi's body was blown up and flew out of the lake. Everyone on the lakeside looked at stepping into the thick fog, but Ximen Xianzhi looked out of the air in three or four seconds, and his face suddenly looked strange.
Ximen Xianzhi flew out, flew out of Beiluo Lake, flew out of the bank of Beiluo Lake, crossed the arc in the air, the body continued to rotate.
The eyes of Bawang and others flickered, and a hint of horror appeared in his heart.
They burst out, chasing the flying Simon Xianzhi away.
Ximen Xianzhi's body flew out of Shili Street.
At last……
Slammed hard against the walls of Beiluo.
Boom!
There was a loud noise.
Ximen Xianzhi's body was almost completely embedded in the city wall.
Upstairs.
Many defenders were stunned.
They all went downstairs and looked at Ximen Xianzhi inlaid in the city wall, all looking strange and curious.
Simon Xianzhi felt that his sword heart was about to collapse, looking at the gloomy sky and the snow flying in the sky.
Body-Tibetan Realm... Isn't it the first-class realm in the world?
why……
Does he feel like an ant?
Simon Xianzhi is very confused. If he loses a hard fight with Lu Fan, he will not be confused. After all, he once fought.
But now...what?
Lu Fan moved a finger...
He was pressed against the wall, and the two swords given to him by East China were broken.
Simon Xianzhi's heart was suddenly depressed, and there was an urge to cry.
Lu Shaozhu is definitely not a Tibetan realm...
Absolutely beyond the existence of the Tibetan realm!
The absolute gap made Simon Xianzhi desperate.
It is right to challenge the strong.
After all, the challenger can achieve self-breakthrough under the pressure of battle.
But the premise is to ensure that you are not crushed, otherwise... it is likely that your mentality will burst.
He remembered the hexagram of Mo Tianyu.
But he was a little unwilling in his heart, what about the "good luck"?
Lake Island.
Lu Fan smiled.
He stretched out his palms and gently grabbed them, as if they were scratching in the void.
Afterwards.
The pupil of Ximen Xianzhi embedded in the city wall shrank, and the color of fear suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Is it not over yet?
boom!
He felt a huge suction, which came from the heart of the lake.
Ximen Xianzhi's body was pulled from the wall by this suction force, and once again crossed the ten-mile long street, and rushed straight into the misty lake island.
The speed was too fast, and the fast Simon Xianzhi was in a mess.
Until everything is clear.
Simon Xianzhi felt that his body was stuffed into the land...
The huge sense of tightness made him desperate to breathe.
He found that he was buried in the land, leaving only one head left.
He couldn't move, even his fingers.
Simon Xianzhi was stunned.
Was he planted on the ground as a green onion?
Above Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.
Lu Fan didn't care, pinched the bronze wine glass, took a sip of wine, and the pleasant wind blew his body.
It's been a long time since I planted scallions. It seems that the craftsmanship has not fallen.
There is a boat by the lake, wandering around.
Lu Dongxuan and Jingyue boarded the island in a lonely boat.
They saw Ximen Xianzhi with only a head out of the dirt, and his face was all twitched.
Jing Yue looked at this familiar scene and pursed her lips.
He remembered Mo Tianyu, which was also planted in the ground by his son.
If it were not for him to speak with Mo Tianyu every day, Mo Tianyu might have lost his hope for the world.
And now, when it comes to Simon Xianzhi.
It's really unbearable.
Jing Yue shook his head. He came to Ximen Xianzhi with Jingtianjian on his back.
"Brother Simon...you have to challenge your son...you must not listen."
"Fortunately, the son's house is kind, and he hasn't slapped you, just planted you in the land. This should be seen on the face of the pavilion of the sword pavilion...When the pavilion master pulls you out, you can live."
"The last time I was planted on the ground by my son... or Mo Tianyu, the first apprentice of the Master, that time, thanks to my companionship and care, he didn't die. Brother Ximen... Do you want Xiaojing to speak with you?"
Jing Yue squatted beside Ximen Xianzhi and said.
Ximen Xianzhi has some vicissitudes, his eyes are as if they are in the sand, and they are slightly red.
"You said... who was the last one planted on the ground... who was it?"
Simon Xianzhi asked with trembling lips.
"It's Mo Tianyu, the Confucianist first...the Master came in person and pulled him out."
Jingyue Road.
"In order not to let Mo Tianyu die, I broke my heart..."
"Brother Simon, do you want to accompany you? Do you want to speak with you? If you want to say it early, you may say that I might not know it if you don't say it early."
Jingyue was nagging.
Suddenly did not find that the face of Simon Xianzhi was irresistible.
Tears fell when he learned the truth.
Lu Dongxuan also looked at Ximen Xianzhi with some sympathy.
It's too bad...
"Xianzhi, it's commendable to challenge your son, but you must at least get into the sky lock, and then challenge again..."
"District body Tibetan came to challenge the son, aren't you nonsense?"
"The old things in East China Liuli are not reliable. Is it because they haven't seen you well before, and they made you play like this."
Lu Dong Xuan Dao.
Simon Xianzhi did not want to speak.
In fact, Lu Dongxuan and Jing Yue were relieved when they saw Ximen Xianzhi that was just planted in the ground.
Being planted in the land means that Lu Fan did not intend to kill Simon Xianzhi.
Otherwise, with the temper of the son, Simon Xianzhi could not live for three seconds at all.
"You guys are busy?"
Suddenly.
Lu Fan's calm voice came from the pavilion.
The scene that was chatting with Ximen Xianzhi suddenly jumped from the ground.
Lu Dongxuan also rubbed his hands together and smiled all over his face.
"For so long, I haven't yet been born into the practice of Heaven Locked Realm. I am very disappointed with you."
Lu Fan's tone was joyless and sad.
But Jing Yue's heart tightened.
Wasn’t he the boy’s favorite cub?!
"Son, Jing Yue has a sense of heart, so let's try the tower experience!"
Jingyue Road.
Afterwards, he turned around, Jingtianjian came out of the sheath, turned into a shocking swordmang, and Yujian crossed the lake.
Lu Dongxuan smiled and jumped onto the boat, drifted out, and disappeared.
On Huxin Island, it became quiet again.
Lu Fan continued to play chess, the breeze slowly.
As for Ximen Xianzhi, he was too lazy to bother to take it as a new scenic spot on Huxin Island.
Under the heavenly chrysanthemum and the blue peach, Ximen Xianzhi's head, which was outside the land, felt a bit bleak.
suddenly.
Simon Xianzhi felt a heavy head.
There seemed to be something on his head.
A tail fell and flicked continuously in front of Ximen Xianzhi.
Xiao Yinglong was curiously playing around the head of Ximen Xianzhi.
With a muzzle in his mouth, a "water arrow" came out and shot at Ximen Xianzhi's face.
The painful Ximen Xianzhi's tears were almost coming down.
He... is terrible.
Mo Tianyu... The next time I meet, the sword has no eyes, don't talk about life or death!
However, it was buried in the soil.
Ximen Xianzhi's heart suddenly fell silent.
The lake on the island was rippling and the rustling sound of the bamboo forest swayed, but it made his impetuous heart calm down a bit.
He looked at the leisurely and lonely figure in the pavilion playing chess, detached from the outside, like a fairy, letting Simon Xianzhi a little amazed.
Simon Xianzhi challenged Master Lu, and the ending is self-evident.
It didn't make much waves.
Although some people are curious about Ximen Xianzhi's end, Ximen Xianzhi entered the island and did not come out again. Maybe... he walked peacefully.
Sima Qingshan shook his head with a smile.
The mumbling words holding an umbrella beside him pursed his red lips, and he felt a little horrified.
"Russian Lu's temper is rumored to be very bad. See you today... as expected."
Said quietly.
"Punishment, this is not true. Today, Master Lu's temper is already moderate."
"The weak challenge the strong, but this is a provocation to authority. Even if he died, he asked for it... not to mention, this person has not died yet."
Sima Qingshan Road.
An Miao stunned, "Aren't you dead?"
"There is still a breath..." Sima Qingshan said.
"Master, is this Simon Xianzhi strong? How do you compare with him...how?" An Miaoyu was very curious. She held the umbrella, and the red clover lightened.
Sima Qingshan carried a bookcase and smiled.
"It's half a catty, after all, after all, I'm not good at fighting."
"Let's go, let's go to the trial tower, and after we finish the trial tower, take you to visit Master Lu."
Sima Qingshan is no longer talkative.
The two went to North Losey Mountain.
Xishan.
Under the test tower.
People gather together.
Overlord, Jingyue and Sima Qingshan all stepped into the trial tower.
Lake Island.
Lu Fan held a chessboard, but his gaze could not help.
He raised his head and looked at the White Jade Pagoda, where the clouds gathered like a vortex above the White Jade Pagoda.
The most promising practitioners such as Bawang, Nie Changqing, Ning Zhao, and Sima Qingshan all gathered in the trial tower.
This time, maybe there will be a chance to be born out of heaven.
Thinking of this, Lu Fan was lost in thought.
He looked at Ximen Xianzhi, who was buried in the land and only had a head, thoughtfully.
The weak need to challenge the strong in order to make progress.
Once someone stepped into the Heavenly Lock, no matter whether it was the Overlord or Nie Changqing, unless they came to challenge him, they would never meet an opponent who was enough to bring them pressure.
After today's events, I was afraid that no one would dare to challenge him, so Lu Fan felt that they had to find some pressure on them.
In the past, when the Tibetans were hiding, some wanderers brought pressure, so they practiced a lot faster.
If you are in the sky lock, where is the pressure... and where?
Lu Fan listened to the snow by the rail.
This time Simon Xianzhi challenged him, but gave him some inspiration.
Lu Fan's finger was a little on the wheelchair guard, his eyes lightened slightly, thoughtfully.
His heart moved, and he entered the missionary.
If you want pressure, Lu Fan suddenly had a bold idea.
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