Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The last rays of residual sunlight disappeared.

As if the night is coming.

And Beiluo Changjie, completely fell into a weird silence ...

It is as if time is still.

Nie Changqing didn't make a knife again, and his slight gasping broke the atmosphere of silence.

He stepped back and stood on his shoulders.

The four knights of the seven swordsmen of the Jian Sword teamed up to cooperate with each other, and there was a sword sentiment at the bottom.

Nian Changqing fell into a disadvantage when the head was the seven-song master of the five swords.

If it is not with the help of Reiki, both strength and blood have been enhanced. It may be that in three strokes, Nie Changqing will be punctured with several holes.

"It's still too weak, how can you go south to Daozong with such strength?"

Nie Changqing panted, his hair fell down in front of his eyes, making him look a little stunned.

Martyr, he doesn't care.

But ...

In the Taoist sect, there are people who are concerned about him.

In front of Lu Fan.

Lao Huang carried his back, his cheek fluttered on his forehead, and a drop of bean-sweat dripped.

He stared at the closeness, almost reaching the flying sword of his brows, and the blood on his body almost fell into silence.

If the flying sword was suppressed by the weird force ...

Maybe, at this moment, he is dead!

Zhai Yiyue tightened her whip, her fox charm face was full of horror, her pink lips opened wide, and she showed great shock in her heart.

Ni Ni Yu was very excited and blushed.

Luo Luocheng, as well as Chen Beixun, who were detained, were also dumb.

Especially Chen Beixun, this time, he saw ...

Lu Fan turned his sleeves on the chessboard.

Suddenly, the flying sword was frozen, and the four swordsmen knelt down, as if the world was silent!

What is this ...?

Chen Beixun's beauty trembled violently. He no longer had iron bones, and despair appeared in his eyes.

He thought that Lu Fan's strength was the incomprehensible Daozong abandoner Nie Changqing ...

He turned out to be wrong.

Unpredictable ... It's Lufan, not Nie Changqing!

北 Chen Beixun is a little stunned at this moment. It is no wonder that Daozong abandoned his followers and followed Lu Fan so desperately.

It turns out that everyone in the world has been deceived by Lu Fan!

This is a big lie!

I was over, there was no hope.

Chen Beixun's legs softened and he sat on the ground paralyzed.

On the long street, the atmosphere killed.

Xun Feijian lingers in the air strangely, four swordsmen, the bucket crickets are blown up, their hair is scattered.

All of them are kneeling on one knee, panting like a dragon, and the beads of sweat rolled off.

The heavy pressure made them stubbornly resist while they were shocked.

The head of the seven-sounding guru with five swords hidden in his head, shivered slightly, as if to stand up against pressure.

Wheelchair.

Lu Lu Meiyu picked, these four people ... Compared with that Taoist ninth Han Lian laughed much better.

The aura of reiki that erupted at this moment is almost the same as that of Han Lianxiao.

Alas, Lu Fan didn't care.

Xiu Xiong's fingers dropped, and a sunspot was again picked up from the chess box of the wheelchair armrest.

He held his sleeves in one hand, with his middle and index fingers sandwiching the pieces.

There was a smirk on the red lips and white faces of his lips, watching the four sword-swordsmen kneeling on the ground, resisting the pressure.

"If you can carry me to the third son, you wouldn't have done it all ..."

"Live."

Lu Fandao.

With a laziness in his voice, he lingered on the long street.

After that, the wrist holding the chess piece was raised high.

"Slap!"

The sunspots fell on the chessboard.

Boom ...

After Lu Fan's whole body, the reiki boiled again, spreading in a rippling and irritable form.

Su Ling pressure increased five times!

Snoring!

的 The flying sword originally suspended in the air seemed to be pulled hard and fell to the ground.

There are even a few flying swords with slightly worse materials, which are directly compressed and twisted.

Huh!

Except for the swordsman who hid the five swords in the sword box, the other three were all spurting blood in their mouths, unable to bear the pressure of the spirit.

They feel that the internal organs are almost displaced by compression.

They were thrown into the ground with their five bodies on their faces, their cheeks slamming on the ground, their mouths bleeding.

"What exactly is this?!"

The sword-sword swordsman with the five swords hidden in the sword box had red eyes and panting like a cow. His eyes crossed Nie Changqing and stared at Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

"Sculptor's carving skills."

Luo Lufan's words just came to an end.

Suddenly the swordsman uttered a "swish" and couldn't support it and fell to the ground.

Lu Lufan's third sunspot picked up from the chess box failed to fall after all.

"Pity……"

Lu Fan shook his head slightly and sighed.

"Lao Nie, clear the field."

Faint voice lingers.

Nie Changqing's eyes narrowed.

He raised his pig-knife in his hand, and aura flowed.

Royal sword trick launched.

The slaughtering pig knife suddenly galloped, swept through the arc in the air, scraped the necks of four swordsmen lying on the ground, circled around, flew back to Nie Changqing's hands, and a drop of blood leaked from the knife body.

The four swordsmen lying on the ground, blood gradually gathered under the body.

The Lufan wheelchair automatically turned in a direction, facing away from the four swordsmen who had lost their breath.

He rolled his sleeves, and hurriedly picked up two chess pieces from the chessboard and threw them into the chess box.

"Little Ni, carry on your back."

Ni Yu hurriedly backed up the chessboard, straightened her chest, stood straight and spirited.

Zhai Yueyue's charm also returned to her calm face and nudged the wheelchair.

The sound of cypress wheels and blue bricks rolling, let the dead Beiluo Long Street restore a little vitality.

北 Chen Beixun's eyes were dull and his body was cold.

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan have been paralyzed on the ground.

"Less ... Less Lord!"

Luo Cheng, wearing blood-stained armor, swallowed.

"What do these people do?"

Luo Luocheng asked, referring to Chen Beixun and others.

Lu was slowly pushed, Lu Fan heading towards Lufu, holding his chin in one hand, pinching the bridge of his nose in the other, and talking lightly.

"The sin of rebellion, what it is, what it is ..."

The figure of Lu Lufan stretched long on the long west-slope street at sunset.

The fluttering voice swayed over.

Luo Luocheng took a deep breath.

I bowed in the direction of the disappearance of the landing wheelchair.

"喏."

Later, he straightened up, took off the blood-stained helmet, and waved his hand.

"Cut."

The words have just fallen.

The sergeants who imprisoned the prisoners of the three great families took out their weapons one after another.

This time ...

He is the real blood-stained street.

Chen Beixun sits on the ground extremely embarrassed, staring at the disappearing back of Luanfan.

I just stared ...

Until ... the neck hurts, the picture in front of it is suddenly dark ~ www.readwn.com ~ Sitting in a wheelchair, Lu Fan closed his eyes, he recovered his mind.

Activating the spirit to suppress the four masters on the chessboard. Although it seems quite easy, there are still some tricks. After all, the descendant consumes soul strength.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, Lu Fan was ready to go back to rest, and sleep could effectively restore his soul strength faster.

Of course, not only that.

Tonight, he still has business to do.

This business is a matter for the Evangelist.

He previously told Yu Wenxiu and Xiang Shaoyun that the missionary can enter once every three days.

Tonight is the third day.

For Lu Fan, the importance of the missionary platform naturally goes without saying. If he wants to quickly improve his aura, in addition to using the soul strength attribute points to exchange, he is to cultivate the practitioners through the missionary platform to earn their aura.

"Yiyue, my son is a little lacking, I will go back to my house."

I thought of this, Lu Fan no longer stayed, pushing Yiyue Road behind the wheelchair.

"喏."

Ying Yiyue responded and speeded up.

Ok?

Suddenly, Lu Fan who closed his eyes and opened his eyes slightly opened his eyes.

Yi Yiyue's push of the wheelchair was also delayed.

In the distance, at night, at the horizon of the long street.

White skirt flutters.

There was a graceful figure, with moonlight over his head, green silk spreading, and glorious age, and a figure with a blue nose and swollen face was dragged in his hands.

Xi Ningzhao stood at the end of the long street.

I saw Lu Fan in a wheelchair.

Suddenly, his eyebrows are like meniscus, and his smile is like a peach blossom.

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