Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Xi Dijing.

Shili Long Street.

The long street under the sunset is exuding **** luster, and it spreads with a strong killing and coldness.

Today, destined to be a day of bloodshed, the people of Emperor Beijing hid home early.

In those weekdays, the tyrants of the family who are high in their eyes and cannot be provoked like a tiger, but they are sending out fierce misery and flowing blood.

Let the people be happy, but also filled with infinite fear.

Therefore, above the long street, empty.

The blood on Luo Luocheng's armor had not dried yet, and He Shou, who was held by him, looked desperate.

At the other end of Long Street, there are mighty troops wearing armor and holding shields.

This is an orthodox army. It is difficult for Luo Cheng to imagine that there would actually be such an army in Emperor Beijing.

On the carriage, Nie Changqing sat quietly, looking at the army, looking pale.

The curtain was opened, and Ningzhao and Yiyue walked out.

A heavy shield smashed to the ground, and a soldier soldier put a long knife holder in the gap between the shields, as if a knife wall, moved forward slowly.

After the sword wall, a cold voice came.

"Here, killing seventeen imperial families, killing twenty-one ministers, destroying the foundation of Zhou, is the source of troubled times, and the crime is extremely evil."

"At the foot of Emperor Jing Nai, how can Ronger and other thugs behave like this!"

今 "Today, I will wait for the Prime Minister to catch rebels such as Naar! Be a messer, kill without pardon!"

Take a blue-shirted Confucian student, ride a crimson horse, pull the reins, and speak loudly.

"kill!"

大军 immediately burst into drink, such as thunder.

This is an elite soldier, the prime minister Zhao Kuo specially trained.

There are many people, more than 8,000 people, densely packed, surrounding the entire long street.

500 to 8000.

的 The disparity in this battle is not weak at all.

Next to the blue shirt Confucian student, there is a young man in a robe with cranes, sitting on a chair, which is lifted by six slaves.

"Mr. Du."

The young man in the blue shirt bowed to the youth in a robe.

人 This person called Du Tao, originally a first-class martial artist in a river and lake. Although his strength is good, in the Zhou Dynasty, it was nothing.

However, in the battle of Wolongling, he occasionally got a fairy edge and gained aura in the mysterious realm. Since then, he has found that his strength has advanced by leaps and bounds, and he is stronger than the ordinary master, plus the magical effect of that aura. He is invincible in the emperor's rivers and lakes.

He was greeted by his prime minister Zhao Kuo in person and entered the government office as a guest.

Du Tao's heart swelled after he entered Xiangfu, because he was admired by thousands of people and felt that he was high above him, even if he saw him, he should be treated with courtesy.

Du Tao swelled to even imitate the world's first practitioner, Bei Luolu Shaozhu, who can sit and never leave ... with six slaves to lift the chair.

Today, Xiangye sent someone to personally invite him to cooperate with the 8,000 elite soldiers to slay Beiluo 500 iron riders, and Lu Shaozhu's niece and driver.

Du Tao refused in the beginning, because he knew his own abilities, and it was no problem to deal with ordinary martial arts. He really was an upper practitioner, or under the guidance of Master Lu Shao, fearing that it would be miserable to die.

However, under the repeated invitation of Xiang Ye, Du Tao was tempted.

8,000 well-equipped martial arts soldiers, coupled with several master martial arts soldiers and their own practitioners, may really leave Lu Shaozhu's niece and coachman.

Wealth in wealth insurance.

Once he succeeds, Du Tao may be able to get the cultivation method and practice method from Lu Shaozhu's niece and coachman.

He can go one step further.

So Du Tao was tempted.

He therefore appeared on Long Street.

On the carriage.

Xun Ning shook his hand, and in his sleeve robe, the cicada wings slid out.

"There is aura, there are practitioners ..."

Ning Zhao red lips lightly opened, said.

"But ... weak."

"Weak to the point where I can hardly sense it ..."

Nie Changqing held the pig-knife and stood up: "It should be the lucky one who was lucky to get Xianxian in Wollongling Fairy Palace."

Sui Ningzhao suddenly laughed.

"What does this man ... want to do?"

Nie Changqing twisted her neck. "With the help of 8000 elite soldiers, we were surrounded by human tactics and wanted to get the practice from us ..."

"The first time I met a practitioner, he dared to challenge our Bai Yujing disciples ..."

"interesting."

"What would the boy do if he encountered such a ignorant practitioner?"

Ji Yiyue rolled up her whip and sneered, "Of course it sucked him to death."

Compared with Ning Zhao, Nie Changqing's chatter and laughter are lively.

Luo Luocheng was extremely tense. His knives' hands were blue. After all, he was not a practitioner. He had five hundred enemies and eighty thousand. For him, it was a dead end.

Even a grandmaster with seven or eight sounds can't do it, let alone Luo Cheng is not a first-class martial arts general.

Wow.

Nie Changqing leapt down and landed beside Luo Cheng, Luo Chengsong's hand, the black pig-knife was placed on He Shou's neck.

"Aren't you good at writing obituaries?"

"Scold Zhao Kuo to me, and scold fiercely towards the army."

Nie Changqing's words made He Shou's body shake.

He was pushed by Nie Changqing and went out step by step.

He was trembling with two strands, and there were 8000 soldiers on the opposite side, but the cold pig-knife was on his neck.

Alas, he scolded.

As soon as he opened his mouth, a sharp arrow shot at him, piercing his right chest ...

He Heshou's eyes widened and he looked up unbelievably. Among the eight thousand elite soldiers, the blue-shirted Confucian student was riding a curved bow while his bow strings were still stretched.

"you……"

He Shou bleeds from his mouth, and his face grows more and more emaciated.

Wu Qing shirt Ru shirt with satire on his face, and shot an arrow, piercing He Shou's shoulder.

Nie Changqing let go of Ho Shou's knife.

He Shou's face was crazy, and he ran forward.

A hoarse and unwilling growl came out of his mouth.

The picture appeared before his eyes.

In the picture, he was full of enthusiasm in Xiangfu. He raised pens to write inscriptions, which drew applause from all over the house. His mouth dangled and attracted the palms of his hands.

I, especially the grandfather sitting in the high position, showed appreciation in kindness.

Now, at this moment, He Shou understands that the prime minister Zhao Kuo smiled with a kind smile on his face, which contained endless coldness.

A bunch of arrows came, and He Shou shot into a hedgehog, and his body was full of arrows.

The cunning rabbit died and the running dog cooked.

He Shou has long lost life.

An arrow passed over He Shou's body and shot at Nie Changqing and others.

Xun Ningzhao moved, raised her hand, released the spirit pressure, and she was at the pinnacle of Qi Dan Realm. The pressure of spirit pressure was extremely strong.

A single arrow fell to the ground.

Du Tao, the six servants, lifted the car in cloaked eyes, his eyes narrowed, his heart trembling slightly ... so strong.

"Don't use arrows, use human tactics, besiege!"

He knows the weaknesses of the practitioners. The spirituality of the practitioners is limited. Once the spirituality is exhausted, it is actually not much stronger than ordinary martial arts.

The young man in the rui shirt heard the words and waved to order.

As the Lord said, the only one who knows the weaknesses of the practitioner is the practitioner.

Da Jun gave up the archery, pushed the shields, and slashed with a sword.

With eight thousand soldiers, on the long street, it seemed like a steel torrent.

Uh ...

Beibei Luo, Huxin Island.

The leisurely lake breeze blew and rolled up Lufan's vertical cymbals.

The entire Baiyujing Pavilion was extremely quiet.

After Xiang Shaoyun finished speaking, looking at Lu Fan, his eyes were hot.

Tong Lu Xuanxuan felt like he heard something that should not be heard ...

Lu Lufan leaned on a wheelchair, glanced at Xiang Shaoyun, raised the bronze wine glass in Yang's hand, and headed for Ni Yudao: "Little Ni, add wine."

"喏."

Ni Ni quickly sipped a spoonful of wine and added it to the glass.

Lu Lu drank a sip of wine, and the expression on his face could not see the mood.

"You let me down ..."

After a long while, Lu Fan said.

Xiang Shaoyun's face suddenly froze and frowned slightly.

"Why did Lu Shaozhu make this statement?"

Lu Lu holding a bronze wine glass, leaning on a carved wooden railing, looking at the misty water on the lake, said lightly, "You still don't understand the true meaning of the practitioner."

"I thought you came to my Bai Yujing to ask for help, but unfortunately ... let me down."

"The North County has the Mobei Ke, the South County has the Sword School, and the Da Zhou has the National Teacher Kong Xiu ..."

"Whether it is the Mobek or the state teacher, they are not practitioners. Some are only tactics. They rely on calculating the world ..."

"Although you do n’t have Mobek and Guosuke ~ www.readwn.com ~ But you are different from them, you are a practitioner ... you have the preacher of the fairy, and the demon master is the West King.

Lu Lufan said while drinking.

Xiang Shaoyun shivered. How did Lu Fan know that he had turned himself into a demon, and he had become a master? !!

Moreover, Lu Fan's words also made him lost in thought.

Lu Lu took a sip of wine and said lightly, "You are a practitioner, this is the greatest advantage, enough to crush any conspiracy ..."

"In this world, strength is everything."

With this remark, Xiang Shaoyun was shocked.

Lu Fan was not in a hurry, picking up a chess piece from the chess box, raising it high, and "clicking" a crisp sound, landed on the lingering chess board, and there was a faint brilliance between them.

As soon as Lu Fan was moved, he would give a lesson to the overlord today.

Nearly five hundred strands of aura in the corpse suddenly moved.

Boom!

The invisible spirit pressure is suddenly released.

The lake around the heart of the Pohu Lake is suddenly depressed for several meters.

On Bai Yujing's pavilion, there was a strong wind, Lu Dongxuan's face turned white, and the gold chain on his neck trembled.

Xiang Shaoyun stood up abruptly, with nine strands of magic gas on his body automatically surging, protecting the whole body.

However ...

He was in front of the pressure of Lu Fan.

The magic that struck him fell apart.

The pressure of terror made Xiang Shaoyun unable to carry it. His spine seemed to be broken. He even stepped back and kneeled on one knee ...

Lu Lufan was sitting in a wheelchair, with hair buns flying and hunting in white shirts, like a fairy.

Dust came out and looked at Xiang Shaoyun faintly.

"Moreover, have you ever thought that who in the world is qualified to be our assistant in Lu Ping'an?"

"do you have it?"

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