Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The night was as frosty as a veil, and the entire North Luo City was shrouded in glitter.

Lu Lu took a deep breath and drew a deep breath. The influx into the entrance was thick and inseparable blood.

His heart trembled slightly.

Isn't it really counted by Mo Tianyu?

Lu Lufan really died in the joint of the three great families and the sword school?

Wearing a cold armor, Lu Changkong rode on a sweaty BMW. Suddenly, the whole person's back was a little shabby.

Luo Luoyue followed Lu Changkong silently, and he naturally smelled the blood in the air.

He tightened his reins, his face sinking like water.

The sound of friction between the car 轱 辘 and the blue brick sounded, and when the five horse-drawn car came, the hoof pedal sound gradually decreased.

The curtain was opened, and Mo Tianyu got out of the carriage, with a huge wine gourd around his waist, and took a deep breath of **** air.

"This is a city full of killings."

Mo Tianyu said with emotion.

"The big hexagram, this time, I didn't make a mistake ... How I hope this hexagram seems wrong, unfortunately, the heavens are hard to violate, Lu Chengzhu, grief."

After a while, he untied the gourds around his waist, drank the wine, the liquor was sprayed thin, the wine was strong, and the **** smell was dispersed.

坐在 He was sitting on the frame, he was pulling a pair of straw shoes, a shirt was bare-chested, and he wobbled, his temperament was unrestrained.

Qi Lu Changkong glanced at him, but in his eyes was a violent murderous gush.

I am very angry and pull out the knife, and the blood splashes in five steps.

Wu Motianyu was fearless. He took a sip of wine and took a drink, and laughed.

"That's right, although the farmhouse is declining, but it is also one of the hundred families. You, the descendants of the farmhouse, should also have the domineering of the hundred families ..."

Qi Lu Changkong glanced at Mo Tianyu and narrowed his eyes.

"Sir, don't talk nonsense, you need to be responsible for your words and actions."

Lu Changkong indifferent road.

"Lao Luo, keep up, we return to Lu House."

"If something happened to Fan'er, he would raise his soldiers to destroy the Zhongnan Sword School! Even if he abandoned Beiluo!"

Lu Changkong threw down the words of ground, the horse whip lifted and beat the horse.

The sound of the horse's hoof exploded and galloped towards Landing House.

Luo Luoyue's eyes waved, and he put his hands on the long sword around his waist, and yelled, "Follow me!

Three hundred iron riders are also keeping up.

On the main street of Luobei City, there was only Mo Tianyu sitting on the carriage frame, holding a gourd.

看着 He looked away and walked away with a grin.

He also let the driver follow.

Uh ...

Lu Luchang's complexion was as gloomy as water.

But ...

As Zema raced through the city, the expression on his face grew stranger and more confused.

Finally, he met several iron soldiers who were dealing with the corpse in the distance.

"Bad law."

The tow pulled the reins, slowed down, and the sound of horseshoes fell on the green bricks like a raindrop.

Lu Lu turned over and walked down, striding toward melee soldiers.

Several iron soldiers also saw Lu Changkong with excitement on his face.

Is the Lord of Wucheng back?

"Meet the Lord!"

Several iron sergeants knelt down on one knee.

"How's the young master?"

"What happened? The tower guards, and anyone else?"

"How is the battle ahead?"

"How about casualties?"

Lu Changkong frowned, froze, and asked several questions in a row.

The sergeant soldiers who were kneeling on one knee were somewhat aggravated by the question of Lu Changkong splitting his head and covering his face.

Luo Yue behind Lu Changkong can't help it.

Angrily stared, stepped out, and screamed like a lion.

"Ask you guys! Are you scared silly one by one? What are you talking about?"

A few soldiers shook their faces.

"Master Kailuo."

"The battle in the city ... is long over."

Finally, a soldier said.

Lu Changkong for a moment.

Before Xun waited for him to continue inquiring, the soldier had already martyred the incident.

"The three great families of Liu, Zhu, and Chen were ordered by the master to rebel and destroy the family. All the strong swordsmen were killed. Hundreds of Confucian students and abusive masters were slaughtered on Beiluo Lake. They were also ordered to release the prison. neck……"

The soldier's speed was not slow, but his words, in the ears of Lu Changkong and Luo Yue, seemed to be thundering.

What the hell? !!

Previous information ... isn't it?

Why is everything reversed?

Lu Luchang's face shuddered slightly, "Really?"

禀 The whistleblower soldier was crying. Could he dare not lie?

"Why are there only a few tower guards, others? Serious injuries?"

Qi Lu Changkong continued to ask.

The soldier died with his fist: "The Lord Qilu, this battle ... brothers wounded eighteen and killed three."

"As for the others ... they were called by Luo Tong to move the corpse."

Hanging in the carriage after Lu Changkong's three hundred iron rides, a sudden surprise came.

不可能 "Impossible, the sword sent seven chivalrous men to five people. Why, and what do you use to win?"

In the carriage, Mo Tianyu questioned.

Lu Luchang's face pulled down instantly.

"Mo Tianyu, Lu said, you must be responsible for your own words and deeds. Isn't my child worthy of living because of your divination?"

Qi Lu Changkong heard Mo Tianyu's words, his face suddenly became cold.

Luo Luoyue also stared at Mo Tianyu badly.

"If you are not the first student of the National Division, Lu will now behead you."

Lu Changkong lightly.

Momo Tianyu is not stupid, knowing that his words are wrong, but the arrogance in his heart made him not admit it, but he arched his hand towards the landing sky.

Later, he took out three copper coins from his shirt and looked carefully.

Speaking of his hexagrams, is it wrong again? !!

Lu Lu took a deep breath, turned his head to look at the soldier, narrowed his eyes, and his face eased.

"Okay, good ... Fan'an is just fine."

Although I don't know what happened, Lu Fan seems to have handled it.

Knowing that Lu Fan was safe, Lu Changkong was not in a hurry to return to Lu Mansion.

He's going to end it for Lu Fan.

Uh ...

"Seven swordsmen sent five swords, unless Lu Changkong sits in Beiluo and sieges by an elite iron rider formed by three hundred martial arts ... otherwise, in the force of the North Luocheng defender, Lu Ping'an will die!"

"I do not believe……"

In the carriage.

Momo Tianyu grabbed messy hair, pinched copper coins with his fingers, drank gourd wine, threw copper coins, and sprayed a mist of wine.

The bronze coin was rolled in the mist and tiled in the palm of his hand.

He narrowed his eyes, pondering the hexagrams at Yuehua under the carriage window.

"It's still a horrible gossip, the son of Lu Changkong ... it's clear that he can't escape."

Mo Tianyu put away the copper coins and scratched his hair a little irritably.

"No, I have to count this person in the presence of this young Master Lu!"

"Go to Lu House."

Mo Motian shouted to the driver.

Uh ...

Lulu House.

In Lufan's other courtyard.

Xi Jingyue was carrying a yellow pear wood sword box and sat on the floor.

Looking at the starry night sky, there are a few rays.

He survived.

At this moment, he thought of Lu Fan in a wheelchair, staring indifferently at his eyes, still a bit worried.

Originally, he thought he could live if he surrendered, but the phrase "Give me a reason to let you live" by Lu Fan made Jing Yue's heart half cold.

If he can't give a reason, it's death.

The power of the Sword Squad in Beiluo City was directly pulled out by Lu Fan with his absolute strength.

Four of the seven chivalrous swordsmen were killed.

And if he is not in a hurry, he surrendered the most important blood-moving technique of sword school and several sets of swordsmanship ~ www.readwn.com ~ in exchange for his life, I am afraid ... even if he surrenders, he will only be wiped off his neck .

Because ... he knows too much.

Yueyue Watson is cold, just like Jingyue's cold heart.

Jingyue today is no longer one of the seven chivalrous swordsmen. He has a brand new identity ...

少 The slave of Master Lu.

I have no name.

Yeah, for the sake of life, Jing Yue not only sold blood removal and swordsmanship, he even sold them together.

Alas, he didn't have much humiliation.

I was like he always thought.

I'm alive ... isn't it good?

She raised her head, and on the roof of Lu Fan's room, Ning Zhao sat in a white skirt, Yuehua spilled her body, like a dusty magpie, and she was exquisite.

I closed my eyes, luck was condensed, my heart felt a little, my eyelashes trembled slightly, and my eyes opened.

Squint glanced at Jing Yue indifferently.

Wu Jingyue's face froze, and a stiff smile appeared toward Ningzhao.

Suddenly.

Xu Ningzhao raised his head, his brows raised, looking out of the house.

Jing Yue in the courtyard also narrowed his eyes.

Out of Lufu.

The luxurious carriage pulled by twenty-five horses stopped slowly, and the horses hissed.

Haw shed his hair and walked out of the carriage, carrying the Motian language of the gourd.

Seeing Lu's door closed, Mo Tianyu narrowed his eyes.

He choked the gourd in his hand.

After that, he pulled the soles of the straw sandals and stepped on the carriage frame.

The chic body lifted up into the air, jumped onto the roof of Lufu, stepped on bricks and tiles, performed light exercises, and went straight to the depths of Lufu.