Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Most afraid, the air was suddenly quiet.

Ni Yu raised her head and looked at the familiar figure behind her. The expression on her face began to freeze gradually. She felt that the flesh on her face was a bit stiff.

Even the sugar-coated elixir fell in the snow, she couldn't feel the pain.

Of course, it is also because the sugar-coated pill has not fallen into the ground for more than one breath, and it can still be eaten when picked up and blown.

"Pub ... Puppet ?!"

Ni Yudao.

Lu Fanduan was in a wheelchair, looking at Ni Yu indifferently.

However, he did not blame Ni Yu, after all, he had a good temper.

Lu Fan's eyes narrowed and his hand moved, and a piece of pebbles by the lake shot in front of him, floating, and Lu Fan raised his finger and wrote gently on it.

A little bit of stone debris spilled.

After that, Lu Fan made a move, and the pebbles fell to the ground, just crushing the elixir with a bang.

"My son is in retreat for three months. You may be under a little stress."

"This cobblestone records the refining method of 'Quan Dan'. You look first. I need to see the finished product after three days."

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

Ni Yu didn't know where to put her hands, and she looked at the crushed sugar-coated pill with some heartache.

Son, are you a devil?

Why don't I miss a single elixir?

She picked up the pebbles from the ground with a shaking hand, and saw the densely printed small letters on it, which was Dan Fang.

Carving Dan Fang on the pebbles, no one else would be so casual except the son.

Ni Yu pursed her lips.

In the face of her son, would she dare to say no?

"My son ... is the retreat over?"

Ning Zhao looked at Lu Fan, his eyes lightened slightly, and gently pulled the green silk, said.

Lu Panyu first.

"My son, Jingyue, they all went out to the islands to fight against the Hu people."

Ning Zhao said: "There is a huge crisis in the world."

"I know."

Lu Fan was very indifferent and was not surprised.

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

Mo Kan's son rarely goes out of the island, but he sits alone in the pavilion and knows everything in the world.

There was light snow in the sky.

Floating in the hair of a few people added a little bit of white flop.

Of course, Bai Xue could not fall on Lu Fan's body. The intangible air flow circulated around his body and scattered Bai Xue.

Lu Fan was wearing a large white coat, holding his chin in one hand.

After that, the Qiandian chair automatically descended from Baiyujing Pavilion and headed for Beiluo Lake.

Ni Yu held the cobblestone, and Ning Zhao looked at it in puzzlement.

In the distance, Yi Yue, who was practicing, also opened his eyes and hurried over.

In the lake.

It seemed that Lu Fan's breath was felt. Xiao Yinglong broke through the ice, but after being appeased by Lu Fan, he returned to the lake again.

Thousand-bladed chairs are creeping, running over the lake, floating on the lake like a lone boat.

Tear the lake two ripples.

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

The lake surface suddenly separated to the sides.

This bizarre scene, watching Ni Yu and others are as dumb as chickens.

But at the bottom of the lake, there was a huge golden ball floating out, and there were five colors in the golden ball floating up and down.

A magnificent and majestic breath is being released, making Ning Zhao and others on the island feel panic.

Even if it was Ningzhao in the Tibetan state, looking at the golden ball, he didn't even dare to look directly at it.

"So ... what's that ?!"

Ning Zhao was a little shocked.

Ni Yu clutched the cobblestone and swallowed: "Will it be a boy ... made of large jute balls?"

Ning Zhao: "..."

On Beiluo Lake.

Lu Fan's hair fluttered, watching the floating rise, the source of the plane equivalent to the diameter of the black pot, stretched out his hand ... the palm was attached to it.

Hum ...

Strange fluctuations began to surge.

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

Between heaven and earth, strange changes began to faintly begin to occur.

...

South County.

Outside the city of Nanjin, drizzle.

There was thick blood in the air.

The situation on the battlefield had been brought under control. Jingyue's white shirt was not stained with blood, and he held a Jingtian sword and stabbed at the barbarian army.

One stab, piercing the sword with hundreds of meters of piercing energy, collapsed the physical body of many barbarian thorns and was seriously injured.

Under such a sword stab, Jing Yue felt that his sword intentions had condensed a lot.

far away.

Jian Sheng Hualiu looked at Jing Yue's sword thorn, his eyes lightened slightly.

Sword strokes are complicated and simple. Changing the sacrifice to the truth may be the essence of kendo. A stab, a wave, a sweep is actually very difficult to do well.

Unexpectedly, Jing Yue was able to realize this level.

What Huadongliu naturally sees is the purpose of Jingyue. Jingyue wants to condense his swordsmanship, just like his Dongliu swordsmanship. One sword comes out, as if the Pentium River flows to the east, wrapped in the power of Dongliu. Great power.

In order to realize the meaning of the East Stream sword, East China Stream took 30 years.

The East China Stream flew down from the wall.

He pulled out the "chaoju" and waved it fiercely. Countless sword shadows gathered around the sword body. The next moment, like a stream of water, a mighty shock came out.

East China fell to the ground and fell beside Jing Yue.

"You must have a sense of consciousness in the sword, and you must understand what you want, your sword ... what you want."

East China Channel.

"The sword is intentional. If you understand the meaning of the sword, you will be able to condense it."

East China Stream looked at Jing Yue and laughed.

"The times are different now. The emergence of Reiki makes swords have spirits and makes it easier to condense swordsmanship ... you experience it with your heart."

Jing Yue nodded and held the Jingtian sword.

Xu Xu closed her eyes, the aura in Qi Dan was surging and brewing.

Hua Dongliu didn't speak, and rushed out with a sword.

Although they belong to the rivers and lakes, they are not only the world of Chaotang, they are also an important part of the world.

How can they just sit by and ignore them?

After the battles in the South County came to the aid of the various parties, they occupied a huge advantage and the barbarians began to retreat.

After Tang Yimo opened his second pulse, he was like a madman, killing the Quartet.

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

In the jungle.

There seemed to be a roar of the ground.

The burly figure appeared from deep in the forest.

The land under his feet was constantly creeping to push him forward.

Tang Yimo's body suddenly tightened. When this man appeared, he felt a tremendous pressure.

"Is Bai Yujing a practitioner?"

This burly man, wrapped in a black robe, was very gentle and elegant.

He glanced at Jing Yue in the distance, and his sight finally fell on Tang Yimo.

"You are practicing magic, and falling into magic, it is sin."

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

However, the burly body was incompatible with his temperament.

Tang Yimo has no nonsense.

His body was red, and his blue veins seemed to float outside his body.

The whole person is like a mad monster, bursting into an instant, and the ground under his feet is cracked by the depression in which he stepped.

This big man must be the culprit who caused the war by manipulating the barbarians. As long as the culprit is killed, the barbarians will retreat.

"It's really irritable."

The burly man, the mud under his feet moved on his own, causing his body to begin to move continuously.

Tang Yimo's attack actually didn't keep up with his speed.

This feels very bad.

"I am the top of the ground and build your base. Although you have the skills to build the base, most of them are physical attacks."

"You need to know that in this world, the real power is magic."

"No matter how strong the body is, you can't reach me, and ... what's the use?"

Dahan Road.

Tang Yimo's eyes flashed as if stunned, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

Because of the uncontrollable outbreak of the second pulse, Tang Yimo's skin began to seep out of blood, which was that the physical body could not keep up with the rhythm of power.

The big man chuckled.

Raise your hand and wave.

boom!

A thick pillar on the ground suddenly rose.

In a punch, Tang Yimo smashed the stone pillar.

With the help of the creeping ground, Dahan moved to a distance and smiled elegantly.

He continued to wave his hands and twitched his fingers, chanting something in his mouth.

Soil spurs continued to emerge from the ground.

This weird fighting method makes people feel creepy.

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

"It's a powerful physical body. Unfortunately, physical power has its limits ..."

The big man smiled elegantly.

Hands raised, applauding.

"Snapped" and patted them together.

The next moment, the rubble on the ground raged, Tang Yimo felt the darkness in front of him, and the next moment it was completely dark.

Two hemisphere-shaped clods rushed up and wrapped Tang Yimo Cap.

A round ball was formed, and it fell to the ground quietly.

There is also rubble of gravel that shook off the surface of the ball.

The big man smiled slightly.

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

"The Lord of the Plane ..."

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

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

They are like instrumental people who only know how to cast.

When Tang Yimo was sealed, everyone was shocked.

Jing Yue suddenly opened his eyes.

Around his body, invisible air waves were surging.

After East China's flow, Jing Yue suddenly realized that he understood what Jianyi was.

"My sword intention ... is going forward!"

Jing Yue murmured.

Sedum sword was held in his hand, holding the sword with his own hands.

He felt as if he had returned to the practice of the bayonet in Beiluo Lake, watching the little bit of achievement that pierced the lake in his heart.

Time and time again, the sword's qi became longer and longer.

Hum ...

Jing Yue opened his eyes.

The whole body seems to be replaced by the invisible sharp.

Sword intent ...

Jing Yue held the sword, lunged forward, and stabbed a sword.

Unpretentious trick.

Go straight to that burly man.

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

Secretly, there seemed to be a sword-like sword-like spirit, spraying thin, piercing 500 meters straight.

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

He raised his hand and waved gently.

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

Jing Yue's sword strikes.

Huh!

From a distance, the slate was pierced by sword gas.

Piece after piece of slate, can't stop this sword ...

One sword pierced fifty-two slate.

When he finally pierced the last slab of the burly man, the sword energy weakened to the point where it could not be heard, as if it turned into a stream of air, passing over the burly man.

Cut a strand of burly hair.

"swordsman."

The burly man squinted.

The indigenous people of this world seem to have something.

The talents are a little wicked, whether it's the kid who broke out of the body's possessions or the swordsman who pierced the slate fifty-two.

Very unusual.

A sword was unsuccessful, Jing Yue frowned slightly, holding Jing Tianjian, took out a folded Buppa from his arms, carefully spread out, and took out a gas-filled danser from Buppa's entrance.

On his body, Reiki surged again.

Raised the sword.

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

Burly man waving his hand.

The black robe sacrifices behind them stepped forward and began to recite.

With the recitation, a spur of soil suddenly burst out, whistling towards Jingyue.

The disciples under the leadership of Xie Yunling also burst into clamour, stepped on the step of the star, and again formed.

There was a huge circular array of auras floating in front of the crowd, blocking a spur of soil.

Nanjin city.

A blue shirt appeared slowly.

Sima Qingshan looked a little tired. He spent three months in the dragon gate to cultivate his own strength. If he wanted to become like Nie Changqing, he could kill the enemy with his hands.

He held the brush in his hand and looked at the **** battlefield under Nanjin City.

Lifted his head, the cold rain continued to fall.

Sima Qingshan took out the white scroll on the back and unfolded it violently. The writing brush fluttered in the air, using rain as ink.

Reiki surged out of Qidan.

Splashing ink on the scroll.

Under the city of Nanjin.

The burly man with his hands on his chest suddenly changed the picture.

However, the battlefield of the Dead Sea and Blood Sea disappeared.

Some are just continuous drizzle. It seems that the lake is at the foot of the lake. The drizzle makes small ripples on the lake.

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

It is like a boundless cage.

Upstairs in Nanjin City.

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

The poor painter used rain as the ink to draw a drizzle picture, and sealed the burly man.

...

North County.

The battlefield was terrible.

Because North County does not have such a strong practitioner as Nie Changqing.

So the battle was cruel.

Jiang Li led the army and guided the battle line, but took a slight advantage. The North County Iron Rider and the Xi Rong Rong soldiers collided.

King Xirong's sight fell on Jiang Li who was in silver armor again.

"This is truly a magnificent world with many talents ... unfortunately."

King Xirong was moved.

He felt he needed to give those people the respect they deserved.

Therefore, he personally got out of the chariot, step by step, getting faster and faster, and turned into a lingering shadow and rushed towards Jiang Li.

An invisible crisis.

Let Jiang Li feel the scalp tingling.

It was as if the shadow of death had enveloped him in a moment.

Jiang Li subconsciously pulled out the short sword behind him, blocking his chest.

A dark shadow did not know when, squatting on the horse's head of Jiang Li's horse, Hei Ying stretched out a finger and point to Jiang Li.

Jiang Li resisted with a dagger.

A click.

Short sword smashed ...

Jiang Li was also knocked out of the horse by a huge force, spraying blood in his mouth.

Two North County practitioners frantically came to block.

Chi Lian even rushed madly.

However, King Xirong only waved.

boom!

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

King Xirong stepped in front of Jiang Li step by step.

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

King Xirong.

"You are not King Siron ..."

Jiang Li looked at the person in front of him, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and said lightly.

"What I did was sinful, so ... I didn't face you face to face, so I changed to someone else's face so that ... we can have a clear conscience."

King Xirong was full of tangled openings.

"Ah."

"Shy hypocrisy."

Jiang Li smiled.

"You dare not even show your face ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ You don't deserve to know my name."

Jiang Li Road.

The sympathy of King Xirong disappeared, looked at Jiang Li lightly, and raised a finger.

Then point to Xiang Li's brows.

In the distance, the red trainer who vomited blood rushed frantically.

Everything between heaven and earth seems to be in Jiang Li's eyes and his ears have lost their color and sound.

Stunned.

A fluffy yellow chicken cub darted across the sky from the sky.

Coincidentally, it fell into Jiang Li's arms, and it was full of elasticity.

The finger that Xirong wanted to point out was interrupted by such a stagnation.

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