Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The rain was gradually getting smaller, from heavy rain to drizzle, like a newly formed white tea hairy tip, floating in the night sky.

Inside the alley.

The picture is extremely weird.

The boy with red lips and white teeth was sitting in a wheelchair, holding his chin, leisurely.

His body, a stream of light blue air flowing fast, intertwined outside his body, like Xiao Zhoutian running.

的 The drizzle falling from the sky, before being approached, was torn apart by these gases.

Everyone is dead.

Even the three concubines, Ning Zhao, Yi Yue, and Ni Yu, who are very familiar with Lu Fan.

的 The boy at this moment is so strange.

That's like ... high above.

They never felt that way.

Lu Lufan was in a wheelchair and looked at Han Lian kneeling in front of him indifferently and smiling.

Han Lianxiao is a guru.

If it is fighting with blood and blood, a hundred Lufans are not as good as a Han Lianxiao.

However, Lu Fan does not rely on Qi and blood, he relies on Reiki.

Huangjie's top-grade skills "Soul Movement of Taoism", Lu Fan works, the aura interweaves into a curtain, forming a natural sense of oppression.

Qi Lufan called this "spiritual pressure."

This is the practice of practitioners' suppression of non-practitioners.

Of course, this is also the reason why Lufan burst into fifty auras in an instant.

If there is not enough aura support, this kind of strong pressure cannot be born.

Is like Ning Zhao. Although there are two auras in Qidan, except for the improvement and assistance of combat effectiveness, there is no spiritual pressure at all.

Even if there is, there is little impact on the Grand Master.

Han Han Lian laughed and lay on the ground. The rainwater accumulated on the ground penetrated into his clothes and soaked his clothes.

He wants to stand up with pressure.

Every part of the cricket's body seemed to be placed in the yoke which was heavy to the extreme. There were thousands of megaliths pressed on his body. The simple movements made him feel extremely difficult.

的 The spiritual pressure of practitioners?

Tadpoles?

Han Lian smiled and suffered a huge shock.

The son of Lu Changkong, the master of Luocheng City in the north, and a person with half paralysis, actually have such means?

Han Lian laughed and knew that this was by no means a military man's grasp!

Even if it is a great master who sounds like eight or nine!

艰难 He lifted his face buried in the stagnant water in a difficult way, Yushu was facing the wind, and he was chic, and at this moment, his body was full of wolverines, his bun was stained with water, and it was wet and stuck to his pale face.

He raised his face and stood under pressure, to see Lu Fan's face and expression.

However, what he saw was only the criss-crossed light blue airflow, and Lu Fan was wrapped in the airflow, faint, like a fairy in the painting!

"you……"

Han Lian laughed and tightened her pupils.

Yi Lufan supported his chin with one hand, and lightly with one hand on a thin woolen blanket covering his thighs.

Gently glanced at Han Lianxiao.

Master Wuxiang should be very strong. Maybe when he adapts to the pressure, he will be able to move more freely, but when the pressure of the 50 strands of aura comes together for the first time in this world, Han Lianxiao simply cannot adapt in a short time .

How strong is the pressure created by a hundred strands of aura?

Thousands of strands, how terrible should the pressure of aura of aura be?

Suddenly, Lu Fan felt a little bit of fantasy.

far away.

Xi Ningzhao broke free from the **** of the wooden flute.

Holding the cicada wing sword, her hair fell slightly messy, and there were a few blood marks on the white and tender skin caused by the breakage.

She was silent, guilty and guilty.

She was too careless, and she had aura, which made her underestimate the Grand Master and Wu Ren.

I ended up being trapped and locked by the organ wood flute.

He ordered the son to be in danger.

If it wasn't for the son's magnificence, this time ... the consequences would be unimaginable.

As Han Lianxiao said, the night was quiet and he forced the lanes. If he killed Lu Fan, no one would know.

Even if Lu Changkong finds out afterwards, Han Lianxiao has already left Beiluo City.

尖 The tip of the sword lay on the ground.

Zhao Ning Zhaolian stepped lightly, and the standing water splashed.

"My son, what should I do?"

Ning Ningzhao was as cold as frost, with no emotion in his tone.

Tong Lufan braced his chin, glanced at Han Lian with a smile, without too much hesitation, and did not drag his feet.

"killed."

Lu Fandao.

Quiet words came out.

Nie Changqing trembled, and Nie Shuang hugged Nie Changqing's leg.

连 Han Lianxiao, who was crushed by the spirit, shrank her pupils.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

Huh!

A thin white blade like a cicada's wing passed through the chamber, and Yin Hong's blood flowed out, and a pool of blood gradually formed under Han Lianxiao.

I'm so decisive!

没有 There is no hesitation at all!

Han Lianxiao coughed up blood in her mouth, and her eyes were unbelievable and unwilling.

Everyone is cheated!

It turns out ... the master of Beiluo City is not just a silly scholar who only knows how to read Confucian books!

He has unpredictable means, he has a decisive mind!

He started a big lie!

Hey ... what exactly do you want to do? !!

Han Han Lian's head dropped, and before he died, he was still unwilling to stare at Lufan.

Finally, lying in a pool of blood, there was no sound.

Nie Changqing lost the killing knife.

His complexion and astonishment, Daozong Han Lian laughed ... dead.

Master Wuxiang.

In the hundreds of princes' homes, when the princes did not appear, they basically covered the martial arts.

This martial arts man died silently in Beiluo City.

Nie Changqing was silent, with mixed feelings in her heart.

A assassination against him ended.

Nie Changqing's heart doesn't have any joy, some just have a strong chill.

Han Lian's death may become a fuse.

In the days to come, Daozong's strong men may set foot in Beiluo City one by one.

Nowadays, the chaos of the Great Zhou Dynasty is chaotic, and the state teachers are too busy taking care of themselves.

No one knows the cruel and unreasonable Daozong people better than Nie Changqing.

Qi Lufan dissipated his aura and no longer operated "Dao Zong Yun Ling Jue". This blood-removing technique became a revelation of Huang Qi's top grade after deduction.

Is able to condense the aura and form pressure.

What a pity, apart from the spiritual pressure, Lu Fan and other people can't generally practice Qi through exercises.

"Thank you Shao Lu for your life-saving grace."

Nie Changqing and Nie Shuang walked to Lu Fan, his face pale and thanked.

Yan Nie's eyes rolled slickly, a little in awe and a little fanatical.

Lu Lufan raised his hands just now to suppress the powerful and invincible Han Lian laugh, which caused a huge shock to his young mind.

Wu Ningzhao did not speak, she pulled out the sword, wiped the sword's blood with her sleeve, and then the cicada wings returned to the sheath and stood quietly behind Lu Fan.

Wu Yiyue also rose up silently, this time against her master, which caused her a deep blow.

She doesn't even have the qualifications to protect her son.

Lu Lu glanced at Nie Changqing.

"You want to be safe, but others may not make you comfortable ..."

"The weak, not worth talking about security."

"Only strength is fundamental. As long as you are strong enough, all heaven is your pure land."

Lu Fandao.

Nie Changqing trembled and said nothing.

Lu Lufan was right, no matter where he hid, Daozong would not let him go, nor would he let Nie Shuang.

前提 "On the premise that you are really strong enough." Lu Fan emphasized.

Nie Changqing inhaled deeply and took a breath. The wound on his body was soaked in water, and it hurt hotly.

Alas, he didn't care. The injury was, for him, sparse.

"But ... I have my muscles picked up, I'm full of blood, and I don't have any problems when I run ..."

Nie Changqing looked at his slightly trembling palms and said sadly.

"You really are the immortal gift to the immortal, as nothing."

Lu Fan flicked his fingers on the thin blanket, as if chatting with friends, laughing and ridiculing.

The words came out.

Nie Changqing seemed to be stabbed by the Thunder, UU reading www.uukanshu.com stared at the land with an incredible look.

当然 "Of course, although there are cultivation methods, but ... you still lack an opportunity to embark on the cultivation path."

Lu Lufan smiled.

"Did you see the pressure?"

"Do you want to learn?"

"Follow me, I teach you."

Lu Lu leaned on a wheelchair and said lazily.

Nie Changqing was in a bad mood at the moment.

He was told about Xianyuan, and he didn't tell anyone at all.

However, Lu Fan was able to say accurately.

Is Lu Pan the "Six Great Immortals"?

No ... No, Liu Daxian does not have leg problems at all, and Lu Fan and Liu Daxian's methods are very different.

Or ... Lufan has also entered Chengxiandi and obtained Xianyuan? !!

Nie Changqing stunned.

There is a fairy in this world!

Nie Changqing's mood was quite ups and downs, his mind seemed to be engaged in a battle between heaven and man.

Various ideas are constantly colliding.

The complexion varies.

After a long time, he looked at Lu Fan fiercely.

Wow!

Nie Changqing knelt on one knee, kneeling in front of Lu Fan.

Nie Shuang blinked aside, and hurriedly learned his father to kneel.

"Nie Changqing, I'm willing to follow Lu Shao!"

Nie Changqing said.

His words dropped, and he shoved his head sharply.

Splashed more than two feet.

Tan Nie's eyes were full of fanaticism and longing.

"I ... I do too!"

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