Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Baiyin Yinmang tore the rain curtain, the blood blew, and the raindrops collapsed into a dense water mist.

Each of these assassins wearing a sash suit and a bucket hat was extremely powerful.

Actually, they all have the level of grand master and warrior!

The terrible oppressive force permeated the entire Emperor's Long Street instantly, as if the rainwater falling from the sky was washed away crookedly.

Jiang Li held the silver gun in his hand and felt the pressure, which made him breathless.

A figure suddenly stopped in front of him.

Douyi, can't see his face clearly.

Bai Jian swept across Jiang Li, but there was not much killing intention, but he secretly let Jiang Li's hair explode.

The spear shot continuously, colliding with the opponent's white blade, and both feet stepped on the ground with a few feet of water splash.

The man in the suit was so immobile that he was not weak.

Jiang Li was caught.

An assassin rushed to Tang Xiansheng.

Like the ghost in the rain, with the breath of death.

Who is it? !!

Jiang Li's eyes tightened, the silver gun twitched like a dragon, like a bunch of silver flowers.

There are many people in the world who want Tang Xian to die.

The county eunuchs, overlords, Yantaixuan, Mojia, and so on all hoped that Tang Xian was alive and dead, because Tang Xiansheng is the elder south guard, a hegemon who controls a huge force, like a tiger ready to go.

Once he dies, the county ’s accumulated momentum will collapse instantly. Unless another wise person comes out to guide, South County cannot continue to do anything in the battle for the world.

But Tang Xian was afraid of death.

He has never been out of the South County. Unlike the Overlord, he dared to leave West County with hundreds of iron riders.

Tang Xiansheng hid in the south county. The inner three layers and the outer three layers were all guards. Even the top assassins in the world may not be able to walk in front of Tang Xiansheng.

Now, Tang Xiansheng left Nanjun and came to Dijing.

This is indeed an opportunity.

but……

Jiang Li swept away and repelled Dou Ren.

His eyes stared deeply at Dou Ren, and a familiar feeling came to his mind.

"Should not ... Once Tang Xiansheng stepped into Emperor Beijing, it was impossible for all parties to assassinate Tang Xiansheng. At this time, assassination was still the same as pushing Tang Xiansheng completely and Da Zhou aside."

"Nanjun and Dazhou joined forces, neither West County nor North County would like to see."

Jiang Li murmured softly.

The rain dripped down his chin along his helmet, and at the tip of his chin, they continually gathered into drops.

These assassins are strong, like trained elite soldiers.

Jiang Li can tell at a glance that these assassins did not come from the Mo family. Although the Mo family's assassins were famous, but ... the Mo family's assassins were quite scattered, and this sense of discipline could not exist.

Moreover, there was no reason for the Mohists to commit crimes in the imperial city at this time. The Mobek could not make such a decision.

Because of this decision, the fault tolerance rate is too low.

If Tang Xiansheng can be killed, it is good, if not, then the cooperation between Nanjun and Dazhou will be promoted more quickly.

Such a result, Mo Beike certainly did not want to see.

Tang Xiansheng holding Tang Yimo's arm was drenched by rain.

But there wasn't much fear in his eyes. He was afraid of death, but he saw this scene a lot.

"Yimmo, Dad's life, it's up to you."

Tang Xiansheng said.

The rain made Tang Yimo's hair stick to his forehead.

He glanced at Tang Xiansheng.

Then, step out, the water in front of it suddenly exploded, startled three feet.

Tang Yimo opened the first pulse, the light red air flowed around his body, and the rainstorm seemed unable to approach his whole body.

"Practitioner!"

Jiang Li, who was stopped by the fighting people, was a little surprised.

He didn't expect that there was a spiritual practitioner beside Tang Xiansheng, and ... Seeing the strength, it didn't seem to be weak!

Tang Yimo's eyes were like a torch, glancing around the assassins.

The torrential rain was roaring like a column.

However, the depression and terror emanating from him caused many people to tremble.

The knees are slightly bent.

Tang Yimo's body ejected like a shell.

Instantly approached an assassin.

The elbow was pressed down, and the white blade in the assassin's hand was pulled up and directly smashed and smashed.

The assassin under the bucket spit out blood and smashed out several meters.

The surrounding assassins were shocked when they saw this.

The next moment, they pulled out the white blades, and between them, there was actually aura on the white blades ...

Tang Yimo stunned.

These assassins are actually aura?

Although not much ...

However, these assassins are obviously a well-trained team of practitioners!

Tang Yimo retreated to Tang Xiansheng.

He painted in the air with both hands.

The rain falling from the dome of the sky converged into a huge water shield between the movements of his palms, and the water shield blocked in front of him.

Assassins drew their swords.

The aura containing the aura was translucent, breaking through the rain on the ground, setting off a semi-curved sharp edge.

Approaching Tang Yimo and Tang Xiansheng from all directions.

Tang Yimo growled.

Blue tendons stretched around the neck.

One punch.

The water shield fell heavily, and the translucent, semi-arc frontal sharply hit the water shield, causing waves, and then disappeared.

far away.

The assassin who confronted Jiang Li was taken aback by this scene.

Jiang Li, who has been using a spear, immediately stared, his hand was drawn on the knife behind him, just thinking about it, or provoked by the spear in his hand.

Teared.

The black cloth on the bucket was torn in half.

Jinghong glanced down.

Jiang Li seemed to faintly see his face.

Can't help but wonder.

"withdraw!"

A low voice sounded, and the surrounding assassins receded, leaped onto the roof, and disappeared into the hazy sky and rain.

Tang Yimo didn't chase him. He was afraid that the other party would be a tiger away from the mountain, so he stood quietly in the rain.

Jiang Li watched the assassins leave, and the expression on his face gradually disappeared.

No wonder how he felt so familiar.

Turning his head to look at the direction of the Zijin Palace, Jiang Li took a deep breath.

Tang Xiansheng wiped the rain on his face, and the smile on his face made no sense.

Soon, Jiang Li ordered people to clean up and took Tang Xiansheng into the imperial city.

...

Bookcase.

The rain was hazy outside the window.

State teacher Kong Xiu stood in front of the window and looked at the rain curtain quietly.

The bananas outside the window were constantly bent over by the rain, and the accumulated water dripped continuously from the leaves.

Mo Tianyu entered the house, took a crane pimple and put it on the master.

"Master, it's raining, it's cold."

Mo Tianyu said.

The Master coughed softly, and said, "The blood smell of Emperor Jing is too strong. This rain is very timely, and it can wash away the smell of death that can't escape."

"But it also became an accomplice to cover up death."

Mo Tianyu seemed to understand.

He poured a cup of hot tea, green tea water, and tea residues were circling.

He handed the tea to the Master.

"Master, Tang Xiansheng was assassinated, right on the long street outside the imperial city."

"Those assassins ... are aura."

Mo Tianyu said.

"The opening of the eight dragon gates has changed the landscape of the world. Spiritual practitioners ... Although they are still scarce, they will not be as scarce as before."

"Tianyu, who do you think Tang Xiansheng was assassinated this time?"

The teacher blew the hot air from the tea, said.

Mo Tianyu said for a moment, "Will the students count?"

The Master's face turned black.

"What hexagrams are you? Just talk about your guesses and understanding."

"Then I can't figure it out, because anyone can be assassinated, but no one can be assassinated."

Mo Tianyu said.

"However, to insist on one person ..."

The master looked at Mo Tianyu, took a sip of hot tea, and motioned him to continue.

"Students think it's very likely that they are in the Purple Palace."

Mo Tianyu folded his hands slowly.

The sound was dull and the rain curtain roared outside the window.

The master's action of drinking tea was delayed, his eyes fell on Mo Tianyu.

...

Beiluo, Huxin Island.

Lu Fan leaned against a wheelchair.

He was faintly aware of what happened in Emperor Jing, but he didn't care.

Tang Xian's life is dead or alive, and it has nothing to do with him.

The wind came in the early morning, but it was a thick thick cloud, and there was a faint accumulation of rain brewing in it.

at last.

When the first drop of ice rushed down from the clouds and splashed on the ground.

On the surface of Lake Beiluo, the sound of jingles kept ringing and ripples gradually appeared.

The heavy rain fell.

Ning Zhao held an umbrella to cover the rain for Lu Fan and pushed a wheelchair into Baiyujing Pavilion.

The sandalwood is lit, and the sweet fragrance is permeated throughout the room.

Ning Zhao closed the umbrella and cooked Lufan with a hot pot. He put a plum in it, and the slight heat from the clear liquor was ~ www.readwn.com ~ Lu Fanduan sat in a thousand-edged chair, in front of him. Swinging the chessboard on a thousand-edged chair.

Lu Fan Chi Zi black and white, the situation is in the mountains and rivers.

After a round, Lu Fan put away the chessboard, and Ning Zhao handed over a bronze wine glass full of liquor.

"My son, it's so humid in the rain, drink a cup of hot wine, and warm up."

Ning Zhao laughed.

Lu Fan did not refuse, took the wine and took a sip.

Wenrun liquor poured into the body along the throat, as if to dispel the scent of the heavy rain.

Lu Panyu leaned on a bronze wine glass, leaning on a wheelchair, eyes closed slightly.

Seeing Lu Fan closing his eyes, Ning Zhao didn't bother.

Carefully exited the attic room.

Inside the room, the fragrant fragrance rose slowly, and there were teenagers taking a nap, the picture was quite elegant.

however……

Actually.

Lu Fan is not taking a nap.

His mind was surging and he began to sense the scope of the aura release.

In an instant, they crossed the mountains and rivers.

The range that Reiki could throw at a sudden expanded a lot, and even, he continued to spread, crossing the Tianhan Pass north of Da Zhou.

Previously, the limit of Lu Fan's perception was Tianhanguan, and beyond that, it couldn't be done.

Tian Hanguan goes out.

In Lu Fan's induction, there are dead bones everywhere, and the yellow sand is long ...

Bored, Lu Fan regained his mind.

However, he did not open his eyes because he found that the system panel popped up, and the Missionary in the [Permissions] column was flashing with a vague hint of prompting.

Lu Fan was surprised and interested.

Fingers lightly touched the phoenix armguards of the Qiandao chair.

The next moment, the mind poured into the Evangelist.

Hum ...

Suddenly, the feeling of familiarity surged.

Lines of prompting text bounced out before him, scrolling constantly.