Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Boom!

Within the small courtyard, a strong wind rose.

The ocher chairs and stone tables were swayed by the strong wind, and some planted trees were shaking and leaves falling.

Mo Tianyu was flushed with a flushed face, her pupils tightened, and it was unbelievable.

The people in the squatter's house have not even exposed their face, so this terrible power broke out, as if the immortals were in the dust!

There was tremendous pressure, and Mo Tianyu's blood began to freeze.

Suddenly, he had a feeling as if he was facing an angry Master at the moment.

Qi Motian's strength is not weak, but he is the master of Qixiang. At his age, it is not easy to have such strength. This is also his proud capital.

However, the strength of the master of the Seven Sounds, facing the palm shot from the house, is a kind of powerlessness to the extreme.

The shirt on Mo Motianyu's body was blown tightly against his body, and his hair fluttered backwards.

The palm of the hand where the light blue air flow converges, the **** is stacked with the index finger, as if the sleeves are falling.

Huh!

A bang sounded.

The wine gourd in Motian language is directly fried.

Mouth and nose are sprayed with blood.

On the top of the hoe, he was proud of the Confucianism's arrogance and was disintegrated by this finger. His arrogance that could easily suppress Jing Yue was like a piece of paper in front of this finger.

Click.

Unmatched pressure, like a towering mountain, fell on top of Mo Tianyu.

He squeezed, his neck became curved.

Boom!

The invisible air wave exploded.

Momo Tianyu felt the ground explode under his feet, causing pain.

As soon as the eyes were dark, only flesh and blood remained.

In the courtyard, the pressure of terror fell.

Alas, the wind stopped slowly ...

内 In the yard.

Wu Jingyue flushed with a flushed face, and he knelt down on the ground, looking sad.

"My son ... my own!"

Wu Jingyue grumbled grievously in his throat.

In the courtyard, the pressure subsided.

Wu Jingyue felt that the force that pressed him was gradually moving away. At this time, he could barely raise his neck.

The Yuemang sprinkled coldly.

The courtyard was a little messy, with fallen leaves all over the ground, and fallen stone chairs.

However, it wasn't these that Jing Yue was most horrified, but ... a head on the ground in the center of the yard.

The master of that head was the first Confucianist who defeated him ... Mo Tianyu!

天 Mo Tianyu at this moment.

I look extremely miserable.

The previous wanton arrogance, chic and romantic, has long been the past.

He was shot like a carrot by the palm of God and plunged into the ground.

There was only one head left alone, and there was blood all over his body.

Xi Jingyue took a sip of cold air, and her body was shaking slightly.

He was a little scared.

Fortunately, his surrender was decisive and direct enough, otherwise ... his end, I am afraid, is not much better than Mo Tianyu who is half dead at this moment.

Means of the grandson ... Really unpredictable!

Momo Tianyu is a righteous master of Confucianism.

A word can break the storm, Hao Ran is righteous.

However, such a seven-sounding guru who can almost walk sideways in the Da Zhou Dynasty ... at this moment was slapped like a green onion.

Xuan Ningzhao floated down, and the cold cicada-winged sword exuded radiant light.

She looked at Mo Tianyu indifferently, without sympathy or pity.

It was all he asked for.

She exhorted, but this Mo Tianyu professed her strength, and insisted on doing it alone, she wanted to count for her son.

I ended up in this miserable end.

However, Ning Zhao was surprised ...

With the careful eyes of his son, Xun did not kill Mo Tianyu.

Mo Motian bleeds blood from his nose and nose, leaving only his head exposed from the ground, and his entire body was hit with a single finger into the ground.

At this moment his consciousness is slightly blurred.

Lu Lufan asked him if he had fortune-telled himself.

To be honest ... Mo Tianyu really calculated himself a divination before leaving Beijing.

That hexagram is obviously a good luck ...

When Mo Tianyu thought of the hexagram at this moment, he felt sadness from his heart, Daji ... a fart!

那 At that moment, he walked in front of the gate of hell.

At this moment, he was obviously in pain, but his head was very sober.

He couldn't help remembering that when the teacher was sitting in a rocking chair in front of the library, he talked with him about life and death.

It turns out ... dead is really scary.

Do not look at the dark room.

From beginning to end, the people in the house never appeared, not even showing his face. He just said three words and ended up with three sons, and he ended up like this.

Mo Tianyu took a deep breath, but let the blood pour into the throat, and coughed.

少 North Luolu Master ... Really has the power of gods and demons? !!

"My son, what does this person do?"

Xun Ningzhao held the cicada-wing sword, wearing the moonlight, and looked into the room, asking.

Wu Jing climbed up and retrieved the sword box, and his heart could not help lifting it.

The inside of the squatter house was very quiet, dark as ink, and no light was emitted.

After a long while, a faint sound floated out.

"killed."

The fluttering words lingered in the courtyard.

Xun Ningzhao's face did not change color, holding the cicada wings sword, bowed his head.

"喏."

And Jing Yue shivered.

This is Mo Tianyu, the first Confucian ... the disciples of Da Zhou Guoshi, such as Lu Fan, are not afraid to cause the anger of the Guoshi

Xi Jingyue opened her mouth and tried to exhort Lu Fan.

Alas, the words came to his throat ... he persuaded.

In case he spoke and exhorted, Lu Fan felt that he was questioning his decision and killed him with anger, wouldn't it be a loss?

Therefore, Jing Yue was very silent.

Ning Ningzhao's white skirt was rolled, and the cicada wings were raised. The skin on the beautiful face was exquisite as white porcelain under the moonlight.

She rolled up her sleeves, raised her hand, and planned to cut off Mo Tianyu's head like cutting leeks.

Suddenly.

Outside the house, a dark shadow fell instantly.

"Master, never!"

Lao Huang fell to the ground, his heart pounding, but he hurriedly made this sound.

Xi Ningzhao's action was delayed.

There was a chirping sound outside the small courtyard.

A few figures exploded quickly and stepped into the courtyard.

Lu Lu Changkong held his helmet and armour with one hand and his other hand was placed on a long knife around his waist.

Luo Luoyue followed him.

When the two entered the hospital, they were in the moonlight, and they saw Mo Tianyu's head on the ground.

Luo Luoyue and Lu Chang were shocked. If Mo Tianyu twisted his neck, they thought Mo Tianyu's head had been cut off.

"Sister Ning, stop."

Inside the squatter house, Lu Fan's words came out softly.

其实 He actually felt that Lu Changkong was coming.

"Fan, how are you?"

Lu Luchang looked at the house and asked with concern.

As for Mo Tianyu, whose only head was buried on the ground, he didn't care.

If there is no National Teacher behind Mo Tianyu.

It was enough for Lu Changkong to chop him off on the crime of breaking into Lufu by night alone.

Inside the squatter house.

Snoring sound.

Xi Ningzhao put away the cicada wings sword and entered the house.

I quickly pushed out of the wheelchair.

The cold moonlight dripped and shone on the young boy with red lips and white teeth in a wheelchair.

"The troubled father is worried, and today he is in a good mood and has good thoughts, but he is very happy."

番 In a wheelchair, Lu Fan chuckled.

In the courtyard.

Mo Motianyu finally met Lu Fan.

Between those moments, he almost patted his terrible existence.

It turned out that it is such a young man in a wheelchair, harmless to humans and animals, as beautiful as jade.

Lu Luchang asked Lu Fan for a long time with concern.

The father and son chatted in the moonlight.

As for that Motian language, as if completely forgotten.

"Father, although this man is the first apprentice of the teacher, he disturbs the child's dreams, death is unavoidable, and the crime of life is inevitable ... let him stay like this for a few days, and let the teacher come to lead the person himself."

"When the Master comes, he can be unearthed."

Lu Fanfan said lightly.

With the words falling, without leaving any room for discussion, Ning Zhao pushed back into the room ~ www.readwn.com ~ Lu Changkong smiled, and did not mean to speak for Mo Tianyu.

He looked at it with a smile, and Mo Tianyu, who was stuck in the ground like a green onion, took Luo Yue and Lao Huang and left Lu Fan's other hospital. When he left the hospital, he let Luo Yue go to the door. The coachman passed on the message.

In the courtyard, Jing Yue was carrying a sword box and was just relieved when he secretly rejoiced in his decision not to escape.

Suddenly, a faint voice lingered in Jing Yue, as if groaning in his ear.

The groaning voice was unquestionable.

"Look at him, I'm dead looking for you, I'm running ... I'm looking for you, too, until the National Teacher comes to lead someone."

Uh ...

In the room, the shattered moonlight was shining.

Lu Fanpan sat, his mind was surging.

The appearance of Momo Tianyu can only be regarded as an episode for him.

Tonight, he still has business to do.

As soon as my heart moved, the system panel appeared in front of me.

The line of sight shifted, and fell on the [Preacher's Desk] in the column of authority.

"[Mission desk] is turned on, soul strength 1 is automatically deducted ..."

Humming ...

The system's prompt words pop up.

In front of Lufan's eyes, a ray of light appeared again, and a suction that was too strong to resist.

When Lu Fan opened his eyes, he found that he was sitting in the center of the gossip platform in the preaching platform, and the viscous aura flowed slowly around him.

Suddenly.

Lu Fanmei Yu slightly picked.

I saw a prompt pop up in front of me.

检测 "Detection: Xiang Shaoyun (Identity: West County Taishou) successfully reached the second stage of Qidan, can be commissioned into a ray of aura, is it commissioned?"