Building The Ultimate Fantasy

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Jing Yue cares about Sedum.

This was a weapon that the son had made for him personally, which represented the son's expectations of him, so he did not want to let the son down.

After getting the Jingtian sword, he carried the sword no matter whether he was eating, drinking, or going to the thatched house.

He practiced swords in the lake, with red fruit on his body, practicing the most primitive sword tricks, the bayonet.

He wants to cultivate his sword.

A sword stabbed, and the lake could be opened for hundreds of miles.

Of course, this is the ideal state.

At the beginning, he stabbed the sword in the lake. Because of the resistance of the water, the sword lost his ability to continue to advance less than five meters and completely dissipated.

He was not discouraged.

Practice swords again and again.

Feel the change of water flow, feel the deep feeling that Sedum Sword tears the water flow.

He comprehended the true meaning of the sword through the slight trembling of the sword by the current.

Meaning is born from the heart, sword is born from the heart.

As the boy said, the sword is extreme, it can open the mountains, split the lake, and cut the sky ...

He wants to give birth to his own sword, and become the glory of the swordsman.

Under the city of Nanjin.

Jing Yue's white shirt stepped out from the rain.

Sedum sword, one for five.

Suddenly stabbed.

The invisible mist of the sword was torn apart, as if a clear blue thunder drew from the gloomy sky.

It's like a ray of warm sunlight tearing the paper film of the window and projecting it into the dead room.

boom!

Flesh flew.

Misery.

The five sword qi swept across, and the southern barbarians who screamed and killed were killed in this sword qi.

Sweat permeated from Jing Yue's forehead.

He held the sedum that was spinning at high speed.

Throw a sword flower, the sword tip hit the ground, and blasted the ground into a deep hole.

Tang Yimo, who was trapped by the bone spurs, narrowed his pupils and was slightly relieved.

People from Bai Yujing came to support!

With the support of the first practice forces in the world, his pressure will be much less.

The brutal soldiers became too weird, and various methods emerged endlessly.

He had never seen the weird way to make the earth spur.

Jing Yue was in a white robe, and he did not flinch. He was not the one who had run away before. He is now determined to be a swordsman.

Forever, the swordsman who killed one million soldiers with one sword!

Under the gate of Nanjin city.

Robe flying up.

Xie Yunling slowly walked out of the city.

Behind him, Daoge disciples followed. One Daoge disciple came out of Tiandang Mountain and followed behind Xie Yunling.

Looking at the corpses, looking at the blood.

Many of Daoge's disciples had never seen the killing, and his face became a bit ugly.

However, it's more fiery and unrestrained.

Barbaric enemies invaded and, as Zhou people, could not shrink back or escape.

Although they are not Chaotang people.

However, Da Zhou is their world.

"Where are the Tao disciples?"

Xie Yunling said lightly.

The sound was concussive and spread throughout the battlefield.

"in!"

A Taoist disciple, wearing a robe, endured the discomfort of blood on the ground, drank, and sat down on the ground.

Xie Yunling's robe flew without wind, sitting on the ground.

His hands were imprinted, and aura flowed out of him, permeating between the heavens and the earth as if fused with rain and rain.

far away.

The black robe men under the guard of the barbarian noticed these Taoists wearing robes.

They raised the withered wooden staff in their hands.

Hit the ground fiercely.

Boom……

It seems that there are invisible waves spreading from the ground, constantly spreading, and constantly diffused ...

The earth seemed to turn into a blanket, shaking constantly.

Boom boom!

The spurs of roots were like lurking dragons, and they came towards many people in Daoge.

"Arrange."

Xie Yunling glanced at the undulating ground, Tao.

The next moment, his fingers crossed and stacked, turning into a mark.

Disciples in various positions sitting in various positions stood up one after another, stepping on the steps of the stars, releasing a ray of gas.

With Xie Yunling as the center, a white glow appeared around.

The cloudy rain seemed to be frozen.

It turned into an ice arrow and spattered from the sky, crucified a barbarian, and blood permeated the earth.

The soldiers of the South County were bloodied and panting.

But they were no longer afraid.

Wielding the swords one by one, gave a roar, and rushed to the past again.

Behind them is their homeland. Once they retreat, their homeland will be trampled by the barbarians.

Even if they die, they will fight an enemy with flesh and blood!

As long as one more barbarian is killed, South County is safe.

The undulating soil spurs in the earth screamed out like earth dragons, and the sharp thorns stabbed towards a Taoist disciple.

Sprinted towards Xie Yunling, who was the first to suffer.

It is necessary to run through Xie Yunling's brows and let him bleed.

but……

The mark in Xie Yunling's hands changed again.

Dharma becomes natural.

The wind blew up and turned into a wind barrier, blocking the disciples in front.

Huh!

The soil spurs hit the wind barrier and exploded directly, unable to go any further.

Xie Yunling's robe fluttered, and the white-washed two flew up.

He looked at those in black robes.

You have your tricks, I have my way.

It depends on who is capable!

There were shattered footsteps.

Above the tower of Nanjin City, there were blue shirts carrying sword boxes running out.

As they ran, these blue-shirted men burst into clanging sounds, swords out of the sword box, as if Yinmang tore the night sky.

"Jian Nanshan Jiange, join the battle!"

There was a hoarse voice.

The sword holy Hualiu stands in the head of the city. He has two swords on his back, one sword "Chaoju" and one sword "Bi Tao".

The swordsman swordsman moved.

Jing Yue held Jing Tianjian and looked back, a complex complexion appeared on his face.

There is comfort, there is joy.

Although he does not have a strong sense of belonging to Jian Ge.

However, at this moment ... he still feels happy.

The soil stabbed in a cage.

Tang Yimo yelled. The whole person seemed to be on fire. The skin was red with thorns, and his forehead and neck were covered with green tendons.

He seemed like a crazy beast.

Holding his fist, he constantly bombarded the spurs.

Every bombardment would smash the soil stab, and he didn't know how many punches he made.

The flesh and blood of his hands seemed to be blurred in the bombardment!

From time to time, soil thorns emerged from the ground. If they wanted to assassinate Tang Yimo, they were all smashed by the violence of Tang Yimo.

"Break me!"

Tang Yimo growled.

He slammed into the soil with his body.

The dark magical energy continued to diffuse from his body.

Despite the help of Jingyue and Daoge Jiange, Tang Yimo was still unwilling.

Tang Xiansheng asked him to take over the affairs of Nanjun. At the beginning, Tang Yimo was just to allow his mother and sister Tang Guo to have a good life and be carefree.

And now.

He gradually found out ...

His guard is not only his mother and sister.

That is his little home.

However, there is another person in the heart who needs to be guarded. This everyone is Nanjun.

"Tang Xiansheng ... you asshole!"

Tang Yimo's eyes became redder as he hit his eyes, he cursed.

next moment.

Tang Yimo roared.

The hair was upright, and it seemed as if a tyrant's air had rushed away from him.

Boom!

The heart beating violently, like a plucked string, shook the entire battlefield.

The second pulse ... open.

The soil stabbed in a cage.

Tang Yimo's upper body's shirt exploded, and burly muscles emerged. Every blood vessel on his body appeared on the surface of the body, walking away like a snake.

Eight-veined armor, second vein.

Tang Yimo's eyes became sharp. At this moment, he felt as if he had the power to subvert the earth.

"Body?"

Jing Yue held Jing Tian Sword and was startled.

Xie Yunling and Jiansheng Huadongliu also looked over.

The soil stabbed in a cage.

Tang Yimo's hair was flying upside down, he raised his hand and stroked the soil spur.

Slightly clenched.

Huh!

The soil spur was directly crushed by his pinch.

Between the broken and broken earth, Tang Yimo's body suddenly ejected, turning into a dark shadow, which was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye!

"So fast!"

Jing Yue took a deep breath.

Xie Yunling and Jian Sheng Hua Dongliu's sons are also staring.

This is ... the body state? !!

But I saw the violent wind rolling.

Tang Yimo's figure appeared next to those in black robes.

Barbarians who didn't know what the death was, came madly.

In Tang Yimo's eyes, these people's movements became extremely slow.

He made a move, his body flashed like black lightning.

These barbarians burst into pieces.

Tang Yimo jumped up like a shell.

He stepped on the ground.

A man in black robes began to chant, and the spurs grew.

However, the breeding spurs could not keep up with Tang Yimo's speed.

Tang Yimo approached a man in a black robe and smashed his elbow.

This man in black robes is fragile and bursting, more vulnerable than the barbarian warrior.

In a split second, all Tang Yimo was killed by Tang Yimo.

The remains of the ground were left.

The blood vessels of Tang Yimo's flesh all surfaced, flowing in the puppet, and the depressed atmosphere made people palpitated.

All men in black robes died.

but……

Tang Yimo didn't feel relaxed, instead he had an extremely depressing atmosphere.

He looked up, as if looking through the dense forest.

Deep in the jungle.

There was a burly figure with his back facing South County.

At this moment, it seemed that Tang Yimo's gaze was felt, and he slowly looked back.

...

Beiluo, Huxin Island.

Bai Yujing's pavilion was still foggy.

Lu Fan fluttered in a white shirt, he looked at the huge source of silence in Beiluo Lake.

In the origin, the five attribute energies are constantly flowing.

Lu Fan stretched out his hand and dropped a plume of aura into the source, making the attribute power in the source stronger.

"A little worse ..."

Lu Fan leaned on a wheelchair, looked at the source, and took a sip of warm plum wine.

Fingers lightly on Feng Ye's hand.

The lines in his eyes were beating, and he saw the battles everywhere, and his eyebrows were calm.

How can I see the rainbow without storm, how can I grow without fighting?

Creating a world is not just about the growth of the world. The people in the world must also grow.

The only way to become stronger is to let them experience battles and suffering.

Just like overlords, under pressure, they can enter the body.

Another example is Tang Yimo, who understands the guardianship in his heart and can open up the second pulse.

Lu Fan did not completely wipe out the invading wanderers. Although he could do it, the world needs pressure and needs to grow.

Lu Fan did not wait and see the fighting everywhere.

He relented.

Attention begins with the final transformation of the origin of the world.

Once the transformation is complete ...

This is the time when this heaven and earth is transformed, and the time when the storm of resurgence is sweeping the earth.

...

North County.

Heaven letter is outside the customs.

The snow was flying, but the snow on the ground was covered with blood.

The North County Army was madly killing outside the barrier.

Yantai Xuan wore cold armor and rushed into the Rongren's enemy army with a spear. He kept killing Rongren. The warm blood splashed on his face, and he wiped it with no care , Then continue to kill the enemy.

The North County generals also rushed madly. They fought against the soldiers for generations, and their relatives have died in the hands of the soldiers, so they will not flinch.

They would rather laugh at thirsty drinking Xirong blood!

God letter closed.

Mo Beike was wrapped in a thick velvet robe, and Mo Ju was also covered with cranes. The two looked at the army that was fighting below, and their emotions were extremely complicated.

"This battle ... I am afraid that all the practitioners who have worked hard in North County for three months will be buried."

"does it worth?"

Mo Mo Road.

Mo Beike coughed and looked at Yan Taixuan who was slain in the battlefield and smiled.

"There is nothing worthwhile or worthless. Taishou thinks it's worth it, then it's worth it."

"Actually, the old man was very surprised. Since the battle of Xuantai, he has eaten a lot of time, the battle of Beiluo, the battle of Wolongling, the battle of Emperor ... almost all were defeated. The more courageous, the immortality is missed, but there is no despair. "

"Originally, the old man chose Yantai Xuan only to fancy his North County army and the Yantai family behind him."

"But now ... the old man is fancy Yantai Xuan."

Mobeike slowly said.

The heavy snow fell and passed Mo Mo's eyes.

Mo Mo stretched out his hand, and a piece of snow fell on his hand, turning into ice crystals.

"Indeed ... this man has no bravery, no Tang Xiansheng's intrigue, and no Lu Ping's mystery, even ... a little stupid, but ... good."

Mo Mo laughed.

Mo Beike couldn't help laughing.

...

In the army of Xirong.

King Xirong stood on the chariot and looked at Yantai Xuan who was slain in the battlefield, frowning slightly.

"This person ... is the North County eunuch, Yantai Xuan?"

"It's a man."

King Xirong had a complex complexion and sighed with sigh.

Once, he had worked so hard to resist the enemy, and he was the first soldier to use his body to kill a blood path.

unfortunately……

In the North County of the Zhou Dynasty, there were no major practitioners.

"Go on."

King Xirong waved gently.

There were a few ruthless burly siron warriors, riding on steeds, galloping out of the way, heading straight for Xuantuan.

The sound of horseshoes burst.

The white snow all over the ground blasted up.

The numb Siron warriors rushed and a strange power burst into their bodies.

Yantai Xuan, who was killing the enemy, suddenly felt cold.

But they saw several weird Siron warriors coming.

By the side of Yantai Xuan, the North County practitioners with aura in their bodies rushed out.

Fight with these Siron Warriors.

The practitioner ’s weapon was chopped on the bodies of these Xirong warriors, but the Xirong warriors did not hum.

The weapon in his hand continued to wave.

Kill North County practitioners.

Xuantai Xuanmu is about to crack.

The practitioners around were also shocked.

"Taiko keep going!"

They found that the target of these weird soldiers was Yantai Xuan, so they gave out a roar, and rushed forward, blocking in front of Yantai Xuan, covering Yantai Xuan's withdrawal.

Looking at a dead North County practitioner, Yantai Xuan's heart was bleeding.

The city closed.

Mo Beike and Mo Ju frowned.

In the distance, a servant came quickly and respectfully, took a letter and handed it to Mobeike.

After Mo Beike unfolded, he glanced at the gully on the old face, and couldn't help laughing.

The snow was blowing.

Tian Han closed the gate and opened.

The hoof hoared.

A silver armor flashed in the glory.

Jiang Li rode on the steed, holding a silver spear in his hand and dived out.

at the same time.

Not Zhou Feng, Longmen secret.

Luo Cheng was wearing an armor, and walked out with Bai Qingni and Nie Shuang carrying a basket.

Haven't arrived at Longmen.

They could hear the long flute.

The crowd froze, but saw a girl with closed eyes sitting at the gate of the dragon gate, playing the flute.

Luo Cheng arched his hands at the girl, while Bai Qingniao and Nie Shuang looked curiously.

The girl stopped playing the flute.

Long eyelashes fluttered slightly.

"You have the breath of Abba, go ahead ... I won't stop you."

Girly Road.

Her voice is very nice.

Luo Cheng is curious about who the father is in the girl's mouth.

Do they have the breath of a teenage girl?

They come from the heart island of Beiluo Lake ~ www.readwn.com ~ Is the girl ’s abba ...

Bai Qingniao and Nie Shuang did not think too much.

Luo Cheng was terribly scared ...

He seems like ... what's the big secret? !!

Luo Cheng took Nie Shuang and Bai Qingniao off Zhou Feng.

Zhu Long took the flute again, and in the empty dragon gate, the sound of the long flute sounded.

suddenly.

The flute stopped.

"They can go, you ... can't."

Zhu Long's eyes closed, looking at the other end of the cable.

After a long silence, she said quietly.