Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The rain is getting heavier.

Gradually, the sky and the earth became blurred, raindrops fell on the ground, and the water vapor rising after shattering was like a rising curtain covering the sky and the earth.

Outside North Luo.

The carriage was beaten with rain.

The carriage was quiet as usual.

The carriage of the Mobek and the carriage of the Confucian teacher Confucius were distant. The two sides saw each other but never touched each other.

The Qingniu stepped on the water three feet, Li Sansi riding an ox on an umbrella, and wore a wooden sword around his waist.

On the road, a carriage drove past and raised the rain on the ground.

Li Sansi glanced at the carriage.

Zema is a familiar figure.

"Old ten."

Li Sansi shouted.

The voice was swallowed up by the rain instantly, however, Nie Changqing heard it, looked at Li Sansi, and nodded slightly.

He understood what Li Sansi was here for.

Xie Yunling called the East Sword of the Sword School, who has the name of the sword sage, and the princes of the organs to lose, and went to Beiluo.

Nie Changqing remembered that Xie Yunling had asked him about his son's strength.

Nie Changqing said that Lu Fan's strength was so strong that he was not afraid of the enemy in the world.

however.

Xie Yunling came after all.

Is this the last stubbornness of a hundred families?

Nie Changqing sighed lightly.

He slowed down the carriage.

The green bull Xu Xing with Li Sansi.

Li Sansi looked towards the carriage as if he could see through the silent woman sitting in the carriage.

Nie Changqing did not speak, and Li Sansi did not speak.

One rode a cow and the other rode a horse. In the misty rain, they walked outside Beiluo City.

They saw the carriage of Mobeike and the carriage of the Confucian master.

Li Sansi chuckled, the Mo Zi, the Confucian master, all came ...

Coupled with Lu Dongxuan, an imaginary family in Beiluo City, all the families are coming.

Mo Ju saw Li Sansi and Nie Changqing.

Mo Tianyu also saw it.

The two sides were silent.

Li Sansi chuckled, his voice lingering in the rain.

"Old ten, you broke into Daozong with one hand, that day, I was not there."

"I am the first disciple of Daozong, and the first one of Daozong thinks about it. That day is not my fault. Today, as it happens, you and I will do something about Daozong."

Lee San thought.

On the carriage, Nie Changqing froze slightly.

A puzzled and surprised glance at Li Sansi.

"you've changed."

Nie Changqing said.

"I feel you have a stronger heart ..."

Nie Changqing leaned on the carriage frame, his faint voice fluttered, just like Li Sansi, covered the roar of rain.

If it was Li Sansi before, he was happy to avoid war.

Mo Ju and Mo Tianyu did not speak, in fact, they could not turn in to intervene.

"Is it? After going through some things, I feel that it is necessary to be strong, not to be strong, and not even qualified to guard, it is so cruel."

Li Sansi supported the umbrella, and the edge of the umbrella was constantly falling like rain.

"Come on, if you can't win me, I will take it back, Ru sister."

Li Sansi laughed.

Of course, he was just joking words, he was very clear about Nie Changqing's weaknesses and how to force him to fight.

Nie Changqing's complexion remained unchanged, and the corners of his beard were narrowed.

"You were first and I was tenth. I didn't even have the right to wave at you."

"I used to have some regrets in Taoism. Now, this regret can be made up, and you don't have to provoke me with ru.

Nie Changqing said.

With his words, the pig-knife on the side of the carriage suddenly began to tremble.

The next moment, it turned into a black awn and shot out suddenly.

boom!

With Nie Changqing's body as the center, a wave of aura spread and the rain curtain of the earthquake was blown out of the hollow.

"Yo, upset?"

Li Sansi chuckled.

The next moment, the breath on his body shook, and the rain around him was scattered.

The umbrella was closed and folded on the back of the green cow. Li Sansi's face was straight, the wooden sword around his waist was slowly pulled out, and the head of the cow was gently tapped.

"Coincidentally ... me too."

Huh!

The words fell.

The rain in front of Li Sansi turned into a sharp arrow and was thrown at Nie Changqing on the carriage.

The raindrops that opened in front of Nie Changqing also smashed in the past.

In front of the two, the rain curtain exploded, like thousands of small ice beads sprinkled on the thick ice surface, beating constantly.

The powerful spiritual pressure caused Mo Mo in the distance and the inexplicable terror of Mo Tianyu.

Inside two carriages.

Mo Beike and Kong Xiu are squinting.

There are good shows in and out of the city.

...

Thousands of ripples were thrown by the pouring rainwater on the long lake.

The lone boat stood still in the lake.

Xie Yunling looked at the island, and the boy in white in the pavilion narrowed his eyes.

This picturesque boy is the rumored Bei Luolu Ping An?

The glorious peerless Lu Shaozhu?

The rain soaked Xie Yunling's shirt, and his palms in his wide sleeves could not help but curl up.

"Lao Lutou, your Tianji family has joined Bai Yujing. Will you still participate in this battle?"

Xie Yunling looked towards Lu Dongxuan, said.

East China Liu and Gong Yuyu also turned their heads and looked at Lu Dongxuan, a white-dressed Lu Dongxuan, which was a little eye-catching in this gray world.

Especially the big gold chain around the neck was arrogant.

Lu Dong's mysterious face shook like a snake, and he was laughing.

He recalled the picture from the previous moment.

...

Under the gloomy sky.

Lu Dongxuan stepped on the second floor of Bai Yujing's pavilion step by step, standing behind a silver wheelchair with his back to Lu Fan behind him.

"My son ..."

Lu Dongxuan shook his white shirt and fell to his knees.

He opened his mouth and wanted to speak.

But Lu Fan interrupted him.

"Go, if you want to go, let this son feel the strength of the princes who once stirred the world."

Lu Fanxuan's faint voice came, making Lu Dongxuan startled.

"There is something like feelings."

"Today, you are Lu Dongxuan, the son of the Tianji family, not the owner of Baiyujing Tianji Pavilion."

Lu Dongxuan's heart strings seemed to be fluctuated, and his lips pursed, finally solemnly nodding.

"Thank you for your success."

...

The picture is broken.

Lu Dongxuan turned back and looked at Xie Yunling beside him, smiling, he shook the big gold chain around his neck.

"This battle counts me as the old one."

Lü Dongxuan's words made Xie Yunling's eyes slightly fixed.

After that.

All three laughed loudly, and the laughter shook the lake, surpassing the sound of rain.

Startled fish scurrying downstream.

Huh!

The laughter came to an abrupt end.

Sword Saint Hualiu moved first.

He didn't have any crickets, and the old sword that accompanied him for decades has suddenly shed its sheath.

The sword-like sword light shattered the rain curtain falling from the sky and cut the rain curtain out of the hollow.

The sound of Jian Yin sounded like a dragon.

Hua Dongliu's sword became more and more powerful, and the rain slapped his body, and he couldn't stop the placket from flying.

The blade of the sword drew on the water of the lake and exploded.

East China waving his sword, hurriedly running on the lake, stepping towards the lake island.

Xie Yunling also rushed out, his body bent down, his **** pierced into the lake water, and then suddenly drew.

The lake suddenly slammed and blasted out two water columns.

Xie Yunling stood on a lone boat, painting continuously, and the water column lingered around his body, and a faint pattern of patterns emerged.

Then, shoved forward.

The map burst into the lake.

Xie Yunling stepped on the lake map and quickly shot on the island.

Gong Yuyu looked at the moving Xie Yunling and Hua Dongliu, his eyes fluctuated. The organist was good at organ beasts, but apart from the organ beasts, the organists were best at making secret tools.

The organ animal is useless to Lu Fan, so this time the male loser intends to take out the hidden weapon at the bottom of the box.

Huh!

He took the bow of the lone boat.

Throwing it violently, the body stood on the erection of the ship and flew towards the shore.

And his arms, which seemed like metal casting, clenched sharply, and there was a sound of rattling, and then they continued to come out.

Click, click ...

Between the rubbing, a harsh sound of metal friction was emitted.

The lake was rippled.

The male loser is very serious and meticulous.

at last.

Between his hands, a metal flower emerged in his hand.

The beautiful pattern, like the most beautiful poison in the world, has attracted people's attention.

"The house ... the head of the hidden weapon, the rainstorm pear flower."

Husky lingered in Beiluo with a little excitement.

On a lone boat.

Lu Dongxuan was sitting, his white shirt was soaked by rain, and his white hair was stuck on his forehead by the rain.

There was a smile and nostalgia on his face.

Faintly, he seemed to see four people from decades ago. At that time, he was just a hairy boy, young and tender.

At that time, Xie Yunling was still a low self-esteem priest.

Jian Sheng Hua Dongliu is just a swordsman carrying three boxes of first and last south.

At that time, they had fought side by side, stirred the situation in the martial arts in the world, and made a name.

But now, decades have gone by.

They have already become a hundred scholars, and they gathered again to fight the final battle for the end of the era.

Lu Dongxuan's gaze was suddenly abrupt, and he lost the sneer that burst into richness in the past.

He is serious, he is serious.

"My son ... offended."

Lu Dongxuan murmured.

next moment.

I put my hands on the big gold chain around my neck.

The gold chain suddenly fell off and turned into seven gold cylinders.

Seven blood cylinders floated in the air between the bursting of qi and blood, and the aura of surging.

"Follow me, fight."

Lu Dongxuan shouted.

With both palms slamming forward, the seven suspended gold cylinders began to spin wildly, and the sound of "humming" continued.

Xie Yunling, Hua Dongliu, and Gong Yuyu were all shocked and heard Lu Dongxuan's words.

"Lao Xie, the northeast is thirty."

"Lao Hua, the sword is in the middle!"

"The official loss, thirty-six in the southwest!"

"I can't resist the pressure, here, there is only one chance!"

Lu Dong mysterious burst out loud.

After that, both palms splayed outward.

As the seven golden cylinders turned, they became more and more harsh.

Island on the lake.

Lu Mu's emotions were complicated. Jing Yue looked at the figure coming out of the middle of the water and pursed his lips.

Although people like Ni Yu, Yi Yue, and Bai Qingniao were curious on their faces, they were not too excited.

Sitting on the bluestone at the end of the month, the lute was crisply dropped, accompanied by the rapid sound of rain and the sound of playing.

None of them shot.

Even Ning Zhao, who was in the state of Tibetan possession, did not take any action.

Just quietly gave Lu Fan an umbrella.

The second floor of Baiyujing Pavilion.

Lu Fan leaned on a silver wheelchair with a sunspot in his hand.

Looking at the three men who came from three directions, they looked as usual and gently fell.

Slap.

The terrifying spirit pressure is suddenly released!

boom!

Like a storm, scattered around Lu Fan's body.

Lu Fan did not use the third layer of gas refining pressure. He still only used the second layer of gas refining pressure.

Because he wanted to see the true strength of the scholars.

Ok?

Suddenly, Lu Fanmeiyu picked.

Spiritual pressure spreads around his body, but there are also weak positions. Ordinary people cannot find it at all, and have no chance to find it, but Lu Dongxuan found it.

Lu Dongxuan's orientation is the weak point of spiritual pressure.

Although he can't draw away all the spiritual pressures ~ www.readwn.com ~, but he can break away the three spiritual pressures with a little break, and create opportunities for East China Stream, Xie Yunling and the male loser!

The three of Xie Yunling who felt their throats were choked.

The body was loose.

They understand that Lu Dongxuan resisted the pressure on their behalf.

They didn't hesitate.

Landed on the island.

The blood in the body was boiling and bursting out.

The three elders, however, showed more war will and will than young people.

Huh!

"Lu Shaozhu, down ... Daozong, Xie Yunling! Please enlighten me!"

The rain slaps his face, and Xie Yunling bursts into a drink. The lake map drawn by his **** is suddenly taken by him.

Between the rotations of the array, a water snake loomed out of it.

He rushed to Lu Fan, who was sitting on the second floor.

Hoarse and low, as if the words of gravel grinding sounded from the mouth of the male loser.

"Liu Shaozhu, down ... Organist, lose the public! Please enlighten me!"

The words fell.

The metal flower clenched in the metal hand was turned by him like a bamboo dragonfly, accompanied by the sound of metal friction.

The snoring sound, the metal flower looks like alive, the petals bloom, and the fine silver needles accompany the rain, densely, and the whistling rushes to Lufan.

A sharp sword groaned.

The sword sacred Hua flows eastward, a sword is drawn out, and in the air, a silver mang appears.

One for two, three for three, five for three!

Five of ten!

One sword into the East!

The ten-handed sword quickly cut off from all directions, as if the Fei Liu Waterfall was flowing eastward!

"Liu Shaozhu, down ... Sword School, East China Stream! Please enlighten me!"

At this moment, the three sons seem to have washed away the dust and twilight, showing the ultimate glory!

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