Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Chapter 220: Jian Chi, Simon Shiba

South County.

Zhongnanshan, Jiange.

The towering Zhongnan Mountain is like a sharp sword inserted into the sky. On the peak, there is a large flat with a large blue stone on the flat.

簌簌 Baixue fell from the air, making the entire Nanshan like a white blade with a sheath.

Simon Xianzhi opened his eyes.

He found himself covered with a thick layer of snow.

The body shook, and the Reiki mobilized from the Qi Dan, and surged in the meridians for a week, dispersing snowflakes.

A sword was inserted in the snow, exuding cold mansions.

Ximen Xianzhi stood up, moving his blood, so that the frozen body was slightly alive.

He grabbed the sword.

The mind fell into Shen Ning.

"Immortal ..."

He held the sword in his hand, and a hot current surged in his mind.

A white ball of light floated up in his mind.

Simon Xianzhi pierced the ball of light, and suddenly a flood of torrents poured into his mind.

After a long time, the breath on him gradually calmed down.

"Light……"

Simon Shiba was a bit shocked.

"This is a kind of practice system, although it is also Kendo, but ... it's a different approach, showing the sharp edge of the sword with the sharp edge of light."

Ximen Xianzhi sat down on the bluestone plate.

Ximen Xianzhi, a genius who once reunited with Overlord, Li Sansi, and others, now, with the rise of the practice era, he has been thrown away in the distance.

In the early days, Ximen Xianzhi had a famous name, known as Jian Chi.

Lifelong obsessed sword, more indulgent than the sword Sheng Huadongliu.

And Ximen Xianzhi did not deserve his sword fascination, a sword skill can be called amazing.

Now, Ximen Xianzhi, who has been inherited by the lightsaber, has some surprises. He thought he had reached the end of the sword, and suddenly found a wide avenue.

He sat on the bluestone, the white snow falling from the sky.

Simon Shiba was so addicted that he sorted out the ideas in his mind.

He didn't copy it exactly. He likes swords, but this lightsaber heritage is not exactly a sword ...

Holding the sword in his hand, Ximen Xianzhi danced on bluestone.

The speed is very slow, but it makes the snow falling all over the sky slower.

The snow fluttered gently, without any haste.

The sword was shining brightly, bursting on Ximen Xianzhi's sword, like a beam of light that cut through the sky, dazzling and eye-catching.

In the sword court.

Sitting in the room, Pan Hualiu, who was studying swordsmanship, opened his eyes narrowly.

There is sharpness in the eyes.

His sword, faintly felt a sharp, brilliance.

"Xianzhi?"

Hua Dongliu stood up, his blue shirt hunting and stepping forward, as if the door opened automatically.

He went to Daping on the top of the mountain. He wanted to see who was developing the sword art, and actually inspired his sword.

For everything around, Simon Shiba is not clear.

All his heart sank into the sword.

He thoroughly integrated the understanding of the lightsaber in his mind with the sword in his hands.

Reiki mobilized, and Blizzard was cut in half.

Click ... Click ...

The sword in Ximen Xianzhi's hand began to show cracks, and then it burst into pieces and turned into an iron sheet and fell to the ground.

Simon Chiba trembled.

And in his hands, countless Guanghua condensed, and actually gathered a lightsaber.

His hand trembled, and the lightsaber even broke his hand and plunged into the snow.

A thick layer of snow exploded.

Countless snowflakes are flying.

The lightsaber cut on the bluestone, leaving a cut on the bluestone.

Simon's body shivered, and fine sweat dripped from his forehead.

However, his eyes were extremely bright, like Haoyue in the night, he raised his hand and scratched in the air.

As if pinching light.

Converge into a sword!

The snow is like tofu, the cut is covered with slender sword marks.

Simon Xianzhi was fully aware, and at this moment, he realized.

Above his head, a vortex emerged, and in the vortex, Reiki swept through.

He broke through.

Breakthrough into the body!

This movement suddenly shocked the disciples above Jiange.

Huadongliu came from the snow, carrying two swords, one chamomile and one peach.

"Sure enough, it's Xianzhi ... he broke through to the body!"

East China's aging face can't help showing a touch of excitement.

Even if he is a Huadongliu, although he started to practice, now he is not overly upset.

Ximen Xianzhi actually entered the realm of physical possession.

He surpassed him as the owner of the Jiange Pavilion.

The flu in East China is endless, and times have changed. They, once a hundred people, have fallen behind and been surpassed by the rising young people.

The disciple of Jiange gathered.

Seeing the breakthrough of Ximen Xianzhi, they were all surprised.

"Brother Xianzhi broke through?"

"My sword pavilion has finally practiced in the body state!"

"Silent for a few years, Brother Xianzhi is finally about to rise. Do you have another fight with Daoge Li Sansi and Xiliang Overlord?"

The disciples of Jiange have complex emotions.

Someone rejoices, others envy.

Simon Xianzhi is a vortex overhead, carrying a sword box, holding the sword in his hands in a daze.

East China Stream set foot on Daping.

Ximen Xianzhi Fang came back and held the sword and bowed towards East China.

"Master."

"Xianzhi, have you been hidden?"

East China laughed.

Simon Xianzhi nodded. Although it was because of Xianyuan, he stepped into body possession, but at least it was body possession.

"My hope for Jiange is on you."

East China flu.

"A new generation replaces the old."

"Have you ever realized sword meaning?" Hua Dongliu asked again.

Simon Shiba shook his head.

"It's time to hurry. If you want to be a successful swordsman, swordsmanship is essential."

East China Channel.

"Master, light ... can you be a sword?"

Simon Xianzhi stood in the snow, and the fluttering snow fell on his body, he asked.

East China flowed for a moment, scratching his beard, and seemed to see the confusion in Simon's eyes.

"Swordman, everything can be a sword, picking flowers can be a sword, dripping rain can be a sword ... even this snow."

East China Channel.

A goose-like snow fell in front of him.

He raised his hand, both pinched the snow, and threw it out suddenly.

The snow, like a flying sword, was chopped on the bluestone with the roar of the torn air, and it took a long time to disappear.

Simon Xianzhi's eyes were brighter and brighter.

"As long as you have a sword in your heart, everything can be a sword ..."

East China Channel.

Simon Xianzhi bowed his head, everything can be a sword, and that light ... naturally can also be a sword.

And, light ... everywhere, his sword ... naturally, everywhere.

Ximen Xianzhi found a wide avenue, and the whole person was a little happy.

East China naturally knew that Ximen Xianzhi had some feelings and smiled: "Xianzhi, how long have you never been down the mountain?"

Ximen Xianzhi did not expect that East China Liu would ask this question, arching the hand: "Almost three years."

"The disciples thought they would last longer. After all, it took decades for Master to enlighten Jianyi, and it should take decades for the disciples."

"Building a car behind closed doors can't make anything. Today's times are different, and Jianyi's comprehension is easier, but ... even so, the blocking of building cars behind closed doors still hinders the evolution of Jianyi.

"You should go down the mountain."

"Aren't you confused about the sword? Go to the strong and challenge the strong, and you may gain something in the battle."

East China Channel.

"Jingyue is in Beiluo. His sword may also be inspiring to you. You can go to him to learn."

Jing Yue's growth in Kendo far exceeded the expectations of East China Flow.

He felt that he could give some inspiration to Simon Shiba.

"Well."

Simon Shiba didn't hesitate, because he did feel the difficulties brought about by the hard work of making a car behind closed doors.

The practice road has just begun, and it is not time to retreat.

However, Simon's Xianzhi is a little embarrassed, is it Beiluo ...

"Go, these two swords are for you."

"After the possession of the body, it is for the Tiansuo. My generation repairs the sword. If you want to repair it, you will repair the most powerful one.

East China Channel.

He handed the two swords he was carrying to Simon Chiba.

Ximen Xianzhi took over and immediately felt the difference between the two swords.

East China Stream laughed.

A new generation replaces the old one, but he is also a little bit lost while being pleased.

Turned around, lost his hand, accompanied by the snow and snow, disappeared on top of the mountain.

Ximen Xianzhi held Chao Ju and Bi Tao Swords, put the two swords in the sword box, and bowed in the direction of disappearance of East China Stream.

After that, he arched with the Jiange disciples around Daping.

The blue shirt swayed, striding towards the end of the Nanshan Mountain.

He is going to Beiluo, he has a bold idea.

He is going to challenge ... the strong.

...

Emperor Beijing.

Inside a narrow and aggressive alley.

A figure staggered, **** mouth corners, and stood up.

Liu Yuanhao lifted his nose and his swollen head, but his eyes were full of finesse.

Fairy ...

He Liu Yuanhao got Xianyuan!

Today's era is the era of practitioners, especially the chaotic Emperor Capital. Although the Xiliang Army has entered the Emperor Capital, it has initially mastered order, but ...

For the emperor's prosperity, the rivers and lakes gangs walking in the dark.

It's the best time.

Today's rivers and lakes, with respect for strength and gangs of practitioners sitting in town, have completely different statuses.

Liu Yuanhao wiped the blood from his mouth and nose.

He stepped out of the alley and looked into the distance.

The imperial city is towering and still towering.

He sniffed, and he founded the Black Dragon Gang, but he claimed to be a little helper, because the real Black Dragon Gang was actually his brother, Liu Hao.

Who is Liu Hao?

Once glorious, His Majesty the Great Zhou emperor, the 13th Heilongjia first.

Unfortunately, Xi Liang and Da Xuan invaded Emperor Jing, and Liu Hao died in the hands of the overlord.

When Liu Yuanhao escaped, he created the Black Dragon Gang.

However, the road to creating a gang was not smooth. He had no strength and suffered too much.

He opened his hand and looked at his palm, his eyes flashed with light: "Xianyuan ..."

"In the past, I was not qualified and did not have the strength to look for those black dragon guards who were reclusive, but ... now, I think I am qualified. Give me some time. I will gather black dragon guards and grow the black dragon gang ..."

"Let the Black Dragon Gang become the first gang under the Imperial City!"

Liu Yuanhao clenched his fists.

A faint white flame burst out of the crack in his fist.

Liu Yuanhao froze.

Then, as soon as the mind moved, the bone fire burst out of his hands, distorting his face.

...

West County, Liangzhou City.

It is located southwest of West County and borders the Peacock Kingdom.

For a long time, Liangzhou City has been in a state of combat readiness. After all, although the Peacock Kingdom is a country, it is also one of the Wuhu.

Liangzhou City, as a West County fortress, naturally has to be on guard at all times.

The snowy Liangzhou City was a bit cold.

Yongcheng pawnshop.

The only pawnshop in Liangzhou City, adhering to the purpose is "I dare not accept it, only you dare not be."

How much money pawnshop shopkeepers actually have, people in Liangzhou City don't know, only know that the shopkeeper of Yongcheng Pawnshop is very rich, and the kind that can be rivaled by cities.

However, such a rich pawnshop only employs one buddy.

Sitting on the threshold, Ding Jiu Deng opened his eyes, and he snored for a while, remembering that he had just entered a place called Chengxiandi.

After touching his bald head, Ding Jiu-Deng was a little scared before, but after so long, he has no fear and feeling.

There was a Brahma recitation in his mind, and there was a bald head looking at him kindly, and various verses and words were flowing.

Ding Jiuden patted his bald head, which was a bit uncomfortable.

Suddenly.

Someone kicked him behind him.

"Xiao Ding, don't hurry up to work, I'll feed you every month for you to drink and live in your place, just to make you lazy?"

"If you don't work hard, pack up and get out!"

People scolded behind him.

Ding Jiu-Deng stood up, and after a moment's silence, it was a sullen sullen voice: "I'll go immediately."

His body was a bit burly, but his bare head was a bit eye-catching, like a lantern.

Behind him is the shopkeeper of Yongcheng Pawnshop, an old man in a Chinese suit with a pointed monkey cheek.

Looking at Ding Jiu-Deng who turned to work, the shopkeeper touched Hu Hu and smiled.

He hired Ding Jiu Deng because the two sisters-in-law were cheap, as long as they provided food and sleep. As for the wages, they were deducted for any reason every month.

And this bald can't fight back, scold not fight back, how good?

The shopkeeper rubbed his hands, his eyes flashed with light.

It's time to trade again this month.

The shopkeeper with a sharp-billed monkey cheek smiled, and his eyes flashed with greed. Once he succeeded, his wealth would double again!

"Xiao Ding, work hard. The shopkeeper will come back at night to check your performance. If you do not do well, the salary next month will be deducted."

The shopkeeper said.

He hummed in a minor key and left Yongcheng pawnshop.

A long time after the treasurer emerged from the pawnshop, Ding Jiu-Deng responded with a muffled sound after hearing, "Oh."

However, the action stagnated for a while, and Ding Jiufang thought of something and looked at the direction of the shopkeeper's departure. He said: "The shopkeeper, it seems that the wages for next month have already been deducted."

However, the treasurer has disappeared.

Ding Jiudong touched his bald head and continued to work.

suddenly.

There was a figure wearing a hanging curtain outside the door, unable to see his face clearly.

"Be something."

The figure's voice was a little hoarse.

It was a long time after the words fell, and a response came from the pawnshop.

"coming."

Ding Jiu-Deng appeared in the small window of the pawnshop, looking at the shadow, and asked, "What do you want to be?"

But when he saw this person digging in his arms for a while, a pair of silver scissors patted on the counter.

"How much do you think this cut?"

Doudou humane.

Ding Jiu-Deng extended his hand and wanted to take the scissors. However, before the hand touched, the silver scissors spun and floated at a high speed. He was caught by the bucket dipper, and fell to the neck, scratching his skin and overflowing. Blood.

Ding Jiuden didn't have any expression.

The figure under the bucket was stunned, this dude ... was so courageous.

"Where are your shopkeepers?"

Ding Jiu-Deng finally returned to his senses, and a horror filled his body, but he had missed the momentum of the horror, so he took a snoring, a little panic in his eyes, and looked at the fighting people.

"The shopkeeper ... the shopkeeper is going to sell goods."

Ding Jiu Road.

"Take me there." Dou Ren said again.

The words fell.

Two silver scissors arrived on the bald head of Ding Jiu-Deng.

Ding Jiu-Deng stunned. When he returned, he only felt that he had missed the best time for fright. It was immediately dull and without much fear, and he later said, "Okay ..."

Dooren: "..."

This person……

So courageous! So stable!

Ding Jiuden really knows where the shopkeeper buys.

However, he felt that this person should not be brought to the shopkeeper, although the shopkeeper was very bad to him, he often scolded him and often deducted his salary.

but……

At least the treasurer gave him a place to stay.

His father was killed in the battlefield of Liangzhou City, leaving him alone. If the shopkeeper gave him a place to live, he might still be wandering, or he might starve to death on the streets.

Therefore, Ding Jiu-Deng led the Dou People to the all-round alleys of Liangzhou City.

As soon as he entered the alley, he stopped and snorted for a while.

After that, he suddenly accelerated and ran wildly in the crisscross lanes.

After a long time, he looked back and patted his chest in fear after seeing Dou Ren getting rid of him.

After leaving the alley, he rushed to the place where the shopkeeper sold goods.

He knew that place. When the shopkeeper was searched by the officials of Liangzhou City, he followed the officials.

Ding Jiuden didn't know.

When he was out of the alley ~ www.readwn.com ~ On the top of the alley, the figure of Dou was sitting on the roof, and the black robe fluttered, watching the direction he left calmly.

...

Bei Luo City, towering above the snowy field.

The goose feathers were blowing in the snow, covering up the footprints left by trekkers in the snow.

suddenly.

The sound of horseshoes exploded.

The snow rose up.

A black-maned horse rushed from the horizon of the snowy field, and the horse's mane fluttered in the snow.

On the horse's back, a burly figure sat.

Upstairs in North Luo.

The guard of the city saw this black-maned horse galloping fast in the snow.

That's a horse from Xiliang!

And the figure on that horse's back made the defenders even more shocked!