Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Cutting the week naturally attracted the attention of all parties.

The families and counties of all counties are staring at this battle of crusade that concerns the survival of Da Zhou.

Of course, for rivers and lakes, this battle is equally important.

Although today's rivers and lakes ... have gradually transformed into the rivers and lakes of practitioners, a lot of Qidan border practitioners condensed with aura, after that time, the world has sprung up like mushrooms.

However, after all, rivers and lakes are rivers and lakes, and you still need to look at the temples. After all, even the most powerful rivers and lakes of the practitioners today are not enough to fight against the temples. Beyond existence.

Basically, in the face of thousands of troops, they will be flattened.

Even Daoge, Jiange, and some sects who are energetic.

Therefore, they are also waiting for the final temple situation to determine the ownership of the world and the future development direction of the martial arts.

...

South County.

Compared to the heavy snow in the north.

The snow in the south didn't have the feeling of flying like goose feathers in the imagination. Instead, it was like corn, with clear grains.

Sima Qingshan wore a blue shirt carrying a bookcase. Behind him was a young girl in a red robe, holding a paper umbrella, blocking the falling snow, walking in the snow, with a poetic picture.

"Nanjiang City."

"Master, are you from Nanjiang City?"

The girl was gentle and soft, and asked curiously.

Sima Qingshan smiled, "No, my home is in Nanjin, where the barbarians often invaded."

"I came to Nanjiang City just to meet a friend and help him by the way."

The girl nodded thoughtfully. Of course, she also heard about the name of Nanjin City. It is no wonder that Sima Qingshan returned all the way, so sympathetic to the refugees, because he himself grew up in deep water.

The girl's name is Amyo, a poetic name.

She studied painting with Sima Qingshan. She was the first disciple of the painting school and the first disciple received by Sima Qingshan.

Came to Tangfu in Nanjiangcheng.

Sima Qing shirt, Tang's servants and guards naturally knew each other, and soon someone informed Tang Yimo.

Tang Yimo rushed out of the dragon gate in a soaked outfit.

Sima Qing was drinking tea in the lobby and laughed.

Taking a big step, he gave Sima Tsinghua a bear hug.

"Just come back alive."

Tang Yimo patted the shoulder of Sima Qing shirt.

It is not easy to be able to return from Beiluo City without any damage. Tang Yimo has been to Beiluo City once. In memory, it was a rather horrible place.

Sima Qing shirt coughed. At this time, Tang Yimo noticed that there was still a quiet girl sitting next to him.

Tang Yimo couldn't help glaring. Sima Tsingtao went out and returned a daughter-in-law?

It is indeed a cultural person.

It seemed to know what Tang Yimo was thinking, and Sima Qingshan introduced: "Anthony, my apprentice, and the first disciple of my painting school."

"In the lower Tang Yimo, the Nanfu Nanfu Army commanded."

Tang Yimo didn't wait for Sima Qingshan to speak, so he introduced himself.

He sat in a chair, poured a cup of tea, and drank it.

A glance at Sima Qing shirt, painting?

Sima Tsingtao This is the self-reliance gate?

"I went to Beiluo and had to be instructed by Lu Shaozhu. Lu Shaozhu said that if I walked the world a lot, I might be able to have some unique insights. Moreover, although Lu Shaozhu said that although it is an era of practitioners, but ... To realize the contention among the practitioners is beneficial to the progress of the practice era. "

"Therefore, I created the painting sect. I intend to do my best in the controversy of the practitioners, and I also plan to find a flat boat and compete in the chaotic current of chaos."

Sima Tsing Shan Road.

"Hundreds of practitioners quarrel?"

Tang Yimo thought for a while.

"Which one of Bai Yujing is too unfathomable, is Bai Yujing really a pure practitioner?"

Tang Yimo murmured silently.

Sima Qingshan looked at Tang Yimo: "I returned from Emperor Jing, and I heard about the Xiliang Kingdom and Daxuan Kingdom's felling. I thought you might have some action in Nanjun, so I came back to help you."

Tang Yimo smiled: "In this battle of the week, my South County has long quit ..."

"South County ... is not eligible to participate in this battle of the week."

Tang Yimo's words made Sima Qing shirt froze, and then came to understand.

"Is it because of the collapse of the 100,000 Army of Nanman that time?"

Sima Tsing Shan Road.

Tang Yimo nodded slightly, but shook his head again.

"Part of the reason is."

"Of course there is my reason. Compared to Beixuan King and Xiliang King, I am indeed much worse. Although ... Tang Xian ... My dad has worked hard to train me for three months, but I still have them with them. big difference."

"Moreover, because of the Nanmang reason at that time, Nanjun lost his virtue and it is difficult to confront the newly established two countries."

"In fact, Nam-gun has great advantages. Both Daoge and Jiange are forces located in Nam-gun. If necessary, they can be invited to play. Therefore, Nam-gun is not weaker than Xiliang and Daxuan in terms of top-level combat power."

"But ... after all, it was a loss of morality."

Tang Yimo sighed.

"So now, what South County needs to wait for ... is the result of this week-long battle."

Sima Qing shirt thoughtfully.

I glanced at Tang Yimo with some appreciation.

Compared with the blood-blooded boy he knew before, Tang Yimo has grown a lot.

In fact, although Tang Yimo's strength is strong, he doesn't like fighting. He fights more because he guards the people and things he wants to guard.

Sima Qingshan smiled, and looked at Tang Yimo, as if jokingly said, "As the first batch of practitioners in South County, why not ... you might as well engage in a wave and participate in this controversy among practitioners?"

"Your path of physical cultivation is totally at the two extremes of my painting path. Although the directions are different, if there is a collision, it should be interesting."

"Moreover, don't you, as the ruler of the future Nam-gun, want to rule the rivers and lakes of the Nan-gun practitioners?"

"With the rivers and lakes under control, the temple will be more stable."

Sima Qingshan's joking remarks made Tang Yimo hold back.

Then his eyes grew brighter.

...

Beiluo, Huxin Island.

Lu Fanduan was sitting in a wheelchair, and the scholar Shu Kong Nanfei walked with his disciple Meng Haoran.

They bowed and met Lu Fan.

"You can go to Xishan to see ... Xishan 'Trial Tower" may be helpful for your practice. "

Lu Fan leaned on a wheelchair and looked at Kong Nanfeidao.

"Nishiyama 'Trial Tower?"

Kong Nanfei froze. He turned his head and saw a huge tower towering into the clouds, taking a deep breath.

"You can make a break. As for your disciple ... it's a little worse, wait for him to step into Qidan Jiuduan before going to the trial tower."

Lu Fandao.

Meng Haoran suddenly flushed with a small face.

Outside, he is a genius enough to make people jealous.

But ... in front of Lu Fan, he ... so garbage.

Looking at Kong Nanfei's appearance, Lu Fan was thoughtful. He should have been inspired and walked out of his own path. Although it is only a path of sheep's intestine, it may not be able to open a sunny avenue in the future.

"Come on, if you can get to the fifth floor of the Trial Tower, I will give you one thing, which will help your integrity."

Lu Fan's words made Kong Nanfei's eyes light up.

For Lu Fan, Kong Nanfei had only awe.

After all, before Lu Fan's resistance to Tianwei, the horror emanating from him could not even straighten his waist, which was enough to make him understand the fear of this person.

Therefore, Kong Nanfei believed what Lu Fan said, because ... he felt that he was not qualified to be deceived by Lu Fan.

Meng Haoran blushed and wanted to tell Lu Fan that he was a genius with eighteen strands of gas.

However, Lu Fan did not have him at all.

Kong Nanfei left.

Carrying some unwilling Meng Haoran, he set foot on an island off the lake and headed straight for Xishan.

Lu Fan smiled.

As soon as the mind moved, the body spell "Thunderbolt" urged, and there was a faint arc of thunder moving in place. His body had already disappeared, and when it appeared again, it was already on the second floor terrace of Baiyujing Pavilion.

The sky was snowing.

Lu Fan sandwiched a green plum, added a peach blossom, and burned a pot of plum wine.

The lines in his eyes were beating, and he began to pay attention to the battle in the emperor's capital, and the battle of cutting Zhou also attracted Lu Fan's attention.

Because, Lu Fan thinks that this battle of the week may be very interesting.

...

Xiliang Kingdom and Daxuan Kingdom Soldiers descended from the Imperial Capital.

Within the imperial capital, there was already a complete chaos, and many ministers were frightened and shivered.

The prestige of the overlord, wouldn't these ministers in the capital know?

At that time, the Mojia government city was attacked by overlords, and many people died tragically.

Now, once the Great Emperor Zhou is breached, it is impossible to surrender according to the temperament of the young emperor Yu Wenxiu. Therefore, they are afraid that they will be affected by the young emperor.

In case the overlord is fierce, they may die.

So, Emperor Jing started to mess.

Many courtiers began to clean up their belongings, preparing to follow the large group of refugees, relocating from Emperor Beijing, and fleeing the center of the troubled Emperor Beijing.

however.

These ministers soon became desperate.

Yu Wenxiu ordered the gate of Emperor Beijing to be closed.

The famous princes and dignitaries in the emperor capital were all blocked in the city and could not go out.

A black dragon guard guarding the city gate.

There are tens of thousands of Zhou Jingbing waiting silently behind the city gate, crowded with the main road of Emperor Long Street.

There is a sense of urgency and seriousness when the mountain is about to rain.

However, what made these ministers desperate was that the one in the Zijin Palace issued a decree of emperor. Any minister who wanted to escape from the imperial capital was punished as a crime of rebellion, put in a dungeon, and copied the Qiang.

When several ministers were wearing black dragon masks, the indifferent black dragon guard was taken to the dungeon.

Many ministers shuddered to speak.

In troubled times, the code for Yu Wenxiu comes.

The repressive atmosphere in Emperor Beijing is getting stronger and stronger, the people in Emperor Beijing dare not speak out, and many powerful families are also afraid to come out.

Lead clouds over the city and heavy snow flies.

The solemn atmosphere filled the streets of Dijing.

In the tea house.

The face of the beautiful woman was anxious and angry ...

Because in the emperor's capital, Heilongwei began to arrest males and join the garrison army.

Although many men want to resist, when the knife holder is around the neck, when facing the horrified eyes of their family members, they cannot resist.

They could only put on the cold armor, took a heavy sword, and gathered outside the tower.

They had to fight to kill the enemy.

Because the Black Dragon Guards detained their loved ones, once they escaped, or they lost their lives, their loved ones would be robbed.

Therefore, they can only put on armor for their little home.

In the Purple Palace.

The depression brought by the wind and rain let the old **** inhale deeply.

He knew that it was time to come.

He looked up. There was no candlelight in the Purple Palace.

Yu Wenxiu changed into a jersey, and a golden armor seemed to emit a bright light in the dark.

He stood in front of the dragon chair with his back to the old eunuch, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yu Wenxiu did not go to the tower of Dijing.

He did not monitor the battle himself, but stayed in the Zijin Palace. He seemed to be expecting and waiting for something ...

Dijing outside.

Ten miles.

The earth was shaking, and the snow was tumbling.

Under the pressure of the army, the iron-blooded pavement was like a heat flow, and the white snow that hit the ground was flying.

Xiliang Iron rode first, followed by Xiliang infantry and archers.

Xu Chuzema was at the forefront. The two armies came from two directions like a torrent, and later gathered together, turning into a division of tigers and wolves, approaching the ancient imperial capital full of years.

The overlord stood the chariot, and three horses of Xiliang horse pulled his chariot.

Behind him was a luxurious carriage with a looming shadow in it.

The tyrant promised her picturesque scenery, so naturally, when she broke the imperial capital, she would take her to witness with her.

Xu Chu strode forward with two big iron balls.

"King! It's a shame!"

Xu Chu sounded like Hong Zhong.

The overlord laughed and hammered Xu Chu's arm.

Xu Chu is his capable cadre, and the Overlord still trusts him. Moreover, Xu Chu is His Majesty's most powerful practitioner.

The leadership of Xiang Jiajun, the existence of Qidan Peak.

Overlord has almost blind trust in it.

"With the capture of Emperor Zhou and the imperial city, Xiliang took over the world."

"Da Zhou has no way, cut it!"

"Xi Liang is standing!"

Overbearing.

Xu Chu's eyes were bright and clenched, and he snarled like a wild bear.

The howling spread across the three armies, causing the army to wave their weapons and roar.

Such a sound, like a huge wave, hit the Imperial Capital Tower, making Da Zhou Jingbing on the top of the castle look pale.

Xiliang Iron Ride, like a tiger, is really fierce!

This terrible warfare has hardly begun, and their faith will be wiped out.

The overlord looked indifferent, watching the imperial city walls of Emperor Jing. Compared with the walls of the moat, Emperor Jing's walls were taller, thicker, and had more troops.

Even war weapons are more complete.

It can be said that even with the overlord, this battle will not be too easy.

suddenly.

Overlord's heart moved.

Turning his head and looking to the north, there was smoke billowing in that direction, and the ground was shaking.

There were brilliant flashes in the eyes.

Xu Chu was trembling with war, turning his head to the north.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

The army was screaming, and the army of the Great Black Empire was wearing fine armor. At each step, it would wave its weapon and scream and roar.

The Daxuan Army fought with Xi Rong perennially and slaughtered with foreign enemies. Their blood was no less than that of the Xi Liang Army.

If the Xiliang Army is a male lion, the Daxuan Army is a tiger.

The tiger and the lion met with equal momentum.

"Come here."

Overlord's mouth slightly raised.

Xu Chu grinned and was very excited.

"Da Xuan, King Bei Xuan's army!"

Far away.

Jiang Li was wearing a silver armor, holding a silver spear, and the red horse under him was like a fire.

He naturally saw the army of the Xiliang Kingdom.

The momentum of the other side was like Hong Tao from the storefront, even Jiang Li, who had fought countless hard battles, could not help but wince.

The overlord's momentum is very strong, under the overlord's momentum, the Xiliang army is extremely terrible aggressive.

Jiang Li took a deep breath. As the heir to the military, he inherited Bai Fengtian's mantle.

How can we lag behind others in leading troops.

The soldiers sat in one of the hundreds of princes and naturally had their own way of leading troops.

Jiang Li raised his silver spear violently, shouting aura of energy, like a stone thrown into a calm water pool, setting off a huge wave.

Under the guidance of Jiang Li's momentum, the army of Da Xuanguo roared.

Jiang Li spurred the horse, and every time he passed, he would roar with a silver gun.

Roaring all the way, the momentum of the Daxuan Army seemed to twist into a rope, getting stronger and stronger!

And Jiang Li's aura in Qidan is running at this moment.

The way of the soldiers, unexpectedly changed in the heavens and earth after transformation.

It was as if the power of the host had been gathered.

The momentum of the Xiliang Army and the Daxuan Army collided with each other.

The two new nations and the two armies finally met each other outside the Imperial City.

As if there was a roar, the snow in the sky became much slower.

And Da Zhou City Tower.

Da Zhou Jingbing, the momentum was down to the bottom.

Looking at the black army under the city, trembling.

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