Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The hand was broken too fast, there was no time to react...

Although Zhao Kuo is a master martial artist, he is getting old after all, his energy and blood are declining, and his reaction ability can't keep up.

The black shadow was like a black thunder, and it tore off Zhao Kuo's hand in an instant...

Blood splashed in the air, and Zhao Kuo's face turned pale in pain.

This scene was beyond everyone's expectation.

The old eunuch moved instantly, and the whisk was thrown up, as if it was going to blow the air to pieces.

And the master martial artist who originally protected Zhao Kuo also broke out his blood and stopped the old eunuch.

In the garden, fighting broke out.

Qi and blood pierced through the air, and the whisk collided with the sword.

The old eunuch is worthy of being the number one master in the imperial city, and he actually beat the two masters.

Zhao Kuo's face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot as he supported his empty arm.

He turned his head, only to see Yu Wenxiu smiling wildly...

Around his waist, a long black snake-like creature clings.

The creature looks like a black snake, with a circle of coral-like gill scales on its neck, but four claws on its abdomen, wrapping around Yu Wenxiu, and the claws rest on Yu Wenxiu's waist and shoulders.

Is that... a dragon? !

Zhao Kuo shrank his pupils and took a deep breath.

The black dragon wraps around the emperor.

Zhao Kuo took a step back. He stared at the black dragon, but found that there was a touch of excitement in the black dragon's eyes...

Yu Wenxiu looked at Zhao Kuo's bleeding broken arm, showing a relaxed look.

He is so depressed.

As the son of heaven, he was played and applauded by the officials.

The courtiers bought the commanders of the defenders in the imperial city, and even mobilized the army wantonly, but he, the emperor, had no choice.

Even the emperor's edict, which was prepared, was stolen.

His son of heaven lived without any dignity at all.

Outside the imperial capital.

The wind and rain are precarious, and the armies of Beijun and Xijun are staring at each other.

But internally, a group of disobedient courtiers, fearing that the world will not be chaotic, submitted various memorials, impeached them, and even disobeyed the emperor's will in various ways.

The national teacher Kong Xiu stayed behind closed doors, Yu Wenxiu did not blame him.

He even wanted to thank that Yu Wenxiu would not have known the darkness and evil of the court if the national teacher hadn't stayed behind closed doors.

The black flood dragon was entwined around Yu Wenxiu's body, the spiritual energy surged and entwined, and the clear water in the pool was churning.

The black flood dragon is a spiritual creature, and it has a mutual influence relationship with Yu Wenxiu.

Yu Wenxiu's disposition will affect Hei Jiao to a large extent, and of course, Hei Jiao will also affect Yu Wenxiu.

"Old dog! Can you see clearly?"

"This is a real dragon..."

Yu Wenxiu pointed to the black flood dragon wrapped around his body, looked at Zhao Kuo, and smiled wildly.

Zhao Kuo's forehead was covered with sweat, he retreated slightly, gasping for breath.

"Lu Ping'an is right. In this world, strength is the last word...you deceive me because you are young and low in strength! You are afraid of Kong Xiu because he is a Confucianist and a great Confucian in the world. "

"You are afraid of the Overlord because the Overlord has unrivaled force..."

"If none of you dare to bully, dare to bully me!"

Yu Wenxiu took one step at a time, his voice hoarse, he had been suppressed for too long, he needed to explode.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on his face, making his face flushed like a drop of blood, that ferocious and crazy appearance made Zhao Kuo tremble slightly in his heart.

This is not the weak and gentle Yu Wenxiu in his impression!

"If I am like Lu Ping'an, with the strength of a practitioner who overwhelms the world, who would dare to bully me?!"

"A group of bullying things!"

Yu Wenxiu roared.

He suddenly pointed at Zhao Kuo, his fingers were trembling.

"kill!"

"Kill me!"

"If the world wants me to be unkind, then I will be a tyrant forever!"

The black flood dragon wrapped around Yu Wenxiu's body rolled its eyeballs,

Greed sucked a ray of gloom from Yu Wenxiu.

Then, he opened his mouth, showing his fangs, shooting out like black lightning again.

Zhao Kuo quickly retreated like a frightened bird.

He shouted loudly: "The guards of the imperial city have been mastered by the old man, and eight thousand elite soldiers besieged and killed the Beiluo iron cavalry!"

"Your Majesty...you have no hope!"

The black flood dragon attacked, Zhao Kuo turned around and wanted to escape, however, the black flood dragon did not give way and bit his shoulder.

Zhao Kuo howled in pain.

"Protect me! Protect me!"

The expressions of the two master warriors changed slightly, they avoided the old eunuch and rushed towards Zhao Kuo.

A master martial artist burst out with energy and blood, shouted sharply, and slashed seven inches towards the black dragon with his long sword.

The black dragon let go of Zhao Kuo's shoulders, and the gill scales wrapped around his neck suddenly expanded, roaring towards the warrior.

There is a strange force surging in the Jiao pupil.

The rushing warrior was stunned, with a little confusion in his eyes.

next moment……

blood splatter.

The warrior was thrown on the ground by the black flood dragon, biting him...

The flesh and blood of the warrior was constantly being devoured by the black flood dragon.

Zhao Kuo was covered in blood and trembling.

"The emperor has no way! Raise monsters! The world will be in chaos, chaos!"

Zhao Kuo growled.

Yu Wenxiu walked step by step, with a delicate sword pinned to his waist.

He smiled and walked towards Zhao Kuo.

"I have no way..."

"That would be useless!"

Yu Wenxiu raised the sword in his hand, and a wisp of spiritual energy surged and swept across it suddenly.

A head soared into the sky, and the blood splashed all over the imperial robe.

...

Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.

In Lu Fan's pupils, lines danced.

The gentle breeze blows his temples and white shirt.

Ni Yu scooped up a spoonful of warm wine, and the thickened wine pulled the silk thread and poured it into the bronze wine glass.

The lines in Lu Fan's eyes disappeared.

sighed.

He had a panoramic view of all the scenes in the imperial capital, and he didn't know whether the changes in the black flood dragon were good or bad.

Lu Fan created the Eight Dragon Cultivation Methods through the [Preaching Platform], and the black dragon has been passed on. The specific path that the black dragon can take depends on its good fortune.

However, Lu Fan didn't care too much. If the black dragon really ran too far, it wouldn't work...

It's just refurbishment.

...

Imperial Street.

Thick blood, stacked corpses...

Swords and swords were scattered all over the ground, and shields and armor were cracked and scattered.

The rich blood continuously flowed and gathered into depressions.

Five hundred against eight thousand, this is a desperately disparate battle.

However, the result of the battle was completely beyond everyone's expectations. Beiluo's five hundred cavalry stood in place, watching with fanaticism and passion.

The battle is almost a one-sided crush.

Nie Zhangqing was holding a butcher's knife, and Yukong pierced two thousand armor with one blow.

Ningzhao's spiritual pressure was released, the white skirt swayed, and the lotus steps were taken lightly. Wherever he passed, the soldiers knelt down, the cicada wings swept the sword, and the corpses lay horizontally.

Yiyue whipped her long whip, sweeping out the whip shadows all over the sky, and every soldier who was whipped howled miserably.

Practitioners face ordinary soldiers, even trained warriors, and they are also unilaterally slaughtered.

The green-clothed Confucian scholar who rode the horse turned pale. This unilateral killing made him a little dazed.

On Wolong Ridge, the overlord had one hundred enemies and five thousand, and the blood flowed into rivers, and his reputation was illustrious.

However, he did not see it with his own eyes after all, it was only a rumor.

And now...

The Confucian scholar in green shirt saw with his own eyes the horror and strength of the cultivator.

He also finally understood why Master Xiang attached so much importance to Du Tao.

Six servants lifted the sedan chair, and Du Tao, who was sitting on it, looked pale.

It's too strong...too strong to make people despair.

This is the real practitioner, much better than his half bucket of water!

"Siege! Siege all! Siege close! Consume their aura! Consume their strength!"

Du Tao was restless, roaring in the sedan chair.

The only way he could think of was to use crowd tactics to consume the spiritual energy of Ning Zhao, Nie Changqing and others.

Once the aura is exhausted, it is equivalent to an ordinary warrior and can be killed!

However……

The setting sun is slanting, and the setting sun is like blood.

The repressed shadow of the knife continued to rage, a pig-killing knife flew up, breaking the armor two thousand and two thousand.

Eight thousand elite soldiers, less and less...

Many warriors and elite soldiers were already frightened by this purgatory-like scene and lost their courage. They threw away their helmets and armor, turned around and fled.

The long street gradually became empty.

No matter how much the Confucian scholars in green shirts yelled and scolded, these warriors and elite soldiers still fled in rout.

The defeat of the army is like a mountain, and it cannot be stopped by manpower.

The blue-clothed Confucian scholar's heart was trembling, eight thousand elite soldiers were actually killed by the two of them...

A practitioner, this is a practitioner!

Bai Yujing's cultivator!

The Confucian scholar in green shirt turned his head to look at Du Tao.

"Mr. Du, please...now, you are the only hope..."

"If we hadn't stopped the Beiluo iron cavalry, Xiangye's plan would have gone awry!"

The Confucian scholar in green shirt had red eyes, said.

Du Tao was already in a state of disorientation in the sedan chair.

"Stop the fart!"

"What can I stop you?"

Du Tao roared, his eyes were full of fear, he turned over, jumped off the sedan chair, and fled back.

Jumping into the crowd of soldiers, like a fish swimming.

The Confucian scholar in green shirt was shocked by Du Tao's vulgarity.

However, the next moment, a butcher's knife slashed down from the air, and the illusory knife shadow, like a heavenly knife, exploded on the green brick ground of the long street.

The Confucian scholar in green shirt was swept across with a knife, his eyes were blurred with blood, he fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

Du Tao was terrified, and hurriedly continued to flee.

However, feeling something in his heart, he stopped suddenly, only to see that Nie Zhangqing held the butcher's knife, took a breath, and the spiritual energy in his body was empty.

Du Tao is overjoyed!

Sure enough, the aura of practitioners is limited!

His chance has come!

However, Du Tao was overjoyed for less than three seconds when he saw Nie Zhangqing holding a sugar-coated sugar pill and stuffing it into his mouth...

Afterwards, strands of spiritual energy shot up from Nie Changqing's body, who had been drained of spiritual energy.

Du Tao's face froze.

He suddenly understood how ridiculous the so-called crowd tactics are!

Bai Yujing's cultivator...

Can't afford it.

He turned to flee, but... slowly.

The footsteps were silent, and the oppression formed by a spiritual vibration suddenly fell on Du Tao.

Du Tao's legs trembled, and he fell directly on the ground.

"It was you... who provoked Bai Yujing?"

Ning Zhao Shengxue in a white skirt looked at Du Tao who was kneeling on the ground, and said calmly.

Du Tao was terrified, and he raised his head, wanting to beg for mercy.

However……

The Cicada Wing Sword swept across like a wisp of snowflakes.

Du Tao's words came to an abrupt end.

Rich blood filled the long street.

Luo Cheng's hand holding the knife trembled, looking at the picture in front of him, he would never forget it.

The three retreated eight thousand soldiers.

Under the setting sun, the three white-clothed snow-covered men stood in the sea of ​​corpses and blood...

Like a proud snow lotus, she is independent and independent.

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