Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Chapter 135 How about, students first?

The white blade and silver light tore the rain curtain, and the blood exploded, turning the raindrops into dense mist.

These assassins in coir raincoats and bamboo hats are extremely powerful.

They all have the level of a master warrior!

Terrible oppressive force instantly permeated the entire imperial capital long street, as if the rainwater falling from the sky had been washed crookedly.

Holding the silver gun in his hand, Jiang Li felt the pressure, which made him a little out of breath.

A figure suddenly stopped in front of him.

Wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat, she couldn't see her face clearly.

The white blade swept across Jiang Li, but it didn't have much killing intent, but it made Jiang Li's hair stand on end.

The long spear shot continuously, collided with the opponent's white blade, and his feet stepped on the ground with splashes several feet high.

The man in the bamboo hat and coir raincoat actually stood still, not weak.

Jiang Li was involved.

Assassins rushed towards Tang Xiansheng.

Like a ghost in the rain, with the breath of death.

Who is it? !

Jiang Li's eyes tightened, and the silver spear twitched like a dragon, like clusters of silver flowers.

There are many people in the world who hope that Tang Xian will live and die.

The prefects of all counties, Overlord, Tantaixuan, Mohist, etc. all hoped that Tang Xian would live and die, because Tang Xiansheng was the prefect of Nanjun, the overlord of one party, and controlled a huge force, like a tiger ready to go.

Once he dies, the momentum accumulated by Nanjun will collapse in an instant. Unless there are wise people to stand up and guide, Nanjun will not be able to continue to do anything in the world war.

But Tang Xiansheng was afraid of death.

He had never been out of South County, unlike the Overlord, he dared to leave West County with hundreds of cavalry.

Tang Xiansheng hid in Nanjun. The inner three floors and the outer three floors were all guards. Even the top assassins in the world might not be able to walk in front of Tang Xiansheng.

But now, Tang Xiansheng left Nanjun and came to Dijing.

This is indeed an opportunity.

But……

Jiang Li swept across with a single shot, repelling the man in the bamboo hat.

His eyes stared deeply at the man in the bamboo hat, and a familiar feeling came to his heart.

"It shouldn't be... Once Tang Xiansheng stepped into the Imperial Capital, it is impossible for all forces to assassinate Tang Xiansheng again. To assassinate Tang Xiansheng at this time, it is equivalent to completely pushing Tang Xiansheng aside from Da Zhou."

"Nanjun and Dazhou join hands, neither Xijun nor Beijun want to see it."

Jiang Li murmured softly.

The rainwater trickled down his helmet and chin, and at the tip of his chin, it continuously gathered and dripped.

These assassins are strong, like well-trained elite soldiers.

Jiang Li could tell at a glance that these assassins were not from the Mohist school. Although the Mohist assassins were well-known,...the organization of the Mohist assassins was quite scattered, and it was impossible to have such a sense of strict discipline.

Moreover, there is no reason for the Mo family to commit murder in the imperial city at this time, Mo Beike could not have made such a decision.

Because of this decision, the error tolerance rate is too low.

It would be great if Tang Xiansheng could be killed, but if he couldn't, then the alliance between Nanjun and Da Zhou would be promoted more quickly.

Mo Beike would definitely not want to see such a result.

Tang Xiansheng, who was holding Tang Yimo's arm, was soaked by the rain.

But there is not much fear in his eyes, he is afraid of death, but he has seen this kind of scene a lot.

"Yimo, father's life depends on you."

Tang Xiansheng said.

The rain made Tang Yimo's hair stick to his forehead.

He glanced at Tang Xiansheng.

Then, stepping out with one step, the stagnant water in front of him suddenly exploded, splashing three feet in shock.

Tang Yimo opened the first pulse, and the reddish air flow rushed around his body, and the heavy rain seemed unable to get close to his body.

"Cultivator!"

Jiang Li, who was stopped by the bamboo hat man, was slightly startled.

He didn't expect that there was actually a practitioner beside Tang Xiansheng, and... judging by his strength, he didn't seem to be weak!

Tang Yimo's gaze was like a torch, scanning the assassins around him.

The torrential rain was like pillars, roaring.

However, the oppression and terror emanating from him made many people tremble.

Knees slightly bent.

Tang Yimo's body shot out like a cannonball.

An assassin approached in an instant.

Pressing down on the elbow, the assassin pulled out the white blade and was smashed to pieces.

The assassin under the bamboo hat spat out a mouthful of blood and flew several meters away.

Seeing this, the surrounding assassins were all shocked.

The next moment, they drew out their white blades one after another, and faintly, there was a surge of spiritual energy on the white blades...

Tang Yimo was taken aback.

These assassins actually have aura?

Although not much...

However, these assassins are obviously a well-trained team composed of practitioners!

Tang Yimo retreated to Tang Xiansheng's side.

His hands are imaginary in the air.

The rainwater falling from the sky gathered into a huge water shield between the swipes of his palms, and the water shield blocked him.

The assassins drew their knives one after another.

The saber energy containing spiritual energy is translucent, breaking through the rainwater all over the ground, and setting off a burst of semi-arc sharpness.

Approaching Tang Yimo and Tang Xiansheng from all directions.

Tang Yimo growled.

The veins on the neck stretched.

Punch out.

The water shield fell heavily, and the translucent semi-arc sharps hit the water shield, causing a burst of waves before disappearing one after another.

far away.

The assassin who confronted Jiang Li was startled by this scene.

Jiang Li, who had been using the long spear all the time, his eyes froze for a moment, and he drew his hand on the knife behind him. After thinking for a while, he still provoked it with the long spear in his hand.

There was a tear.

The black cloth on the bamboo hat was torn in half.

Take a glance.

Jiang Li seemed to vaguely see the face under the bamboo hat.

I couldn't help but startled.

"withdraw!"

A low voice sounded, and the assassins around retreated one after another, leaped onto the roof, and disappeared into the hazy rain.

Tang Yimo didn't chase, he was afraid that the other party would divert the tiger away from the mountain, so he stood quietly in the rain.

Jiang Li watched the leaving figures of these assassins, the expression on his face gradually disappeared.

No wonder why he felt so familiar.

Turning his head to look in the direction of Zijin Palace, Jiang Li took a deep breath.

Tang Xiansheng wiped the rainwater off his face, and the smile on his face was hard to see.

Soon, Jiang Li ordered people to clean up the surroundings, and brought Tang Xiansheng into the imperial city.

...

bookstore.

The rain outside the window is hazy.

The national teacher Kong Xiu stood in front of the window, quietly looking at the rain curtain.

The plantains outside the window were constantly bent over by the rain, and the accumulated water dripped down from the leaves.

Mo Tianyu entered the house, took a crane cloak and put it on for the national teacher.

"Master, it's raining and it's cold."

Mo Tian said.

Master coughed lightly, and said: "The bloody smell in the capital is too strong, but this rain is very timely, and it can wash away the lingering smell of death."

"However, he also became an accomplice in covering up the death."

Mo Tianyu seemed to understand but half understood.

He poured a cup of hot tea, and there were tea leaves swirling in the green tea.

He handed the tea to his wife.

"Master, Tang Xiansheng was assassinated on the long street outside the imperial city."

"Those assassins... all possess aura."

Mo Tian said.

"The opening of the eight great dragon gates has changed the pattern of the world. Practitioners with spiritual energy...although they are still scarce, they will no longer be as rare as before."

"Tianyu, who do you think ordered Tang Xiansheng to be assassinated this time?"

The national teacher blew the hot air on the tea water and said.

Mo Tianyu was taken aback, "Why don't the students do the math first?"

The master's face darkened.

"What kind of hexagram is it? Just talk about your guess and understanding."

"Then I can't figure it out, because anyone can be assassinated, but no one can be assassinated."

Mo Tian said.

"However, insist on one person..."

The master looked at Mo Tianyu, took a sip of hot tea, and signaled him to continue.

"The students think it is very likely to be the one in Zijin Palace."

Mo Tianyu folded his hands and said slowly.

The sound was flat, and the rain outside the window roared.

The master stopped drinking tea, and his eyes fell on Mo Tianyu.

...

Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair.

He was vaguely aware of what happened in the imperial capital, but he didn't care.

Whether Tang Xiansheng is dead or alive has nothing to do with him.

The early morning wind blows in, but it blows thick and thick clouds, and there is faintly accumulated rain brewing in it.

finally.

When the first drop of coldness rushed down from the clouds and splashed on the ground.

On the surface of Beiluo Lake, the sound of ding-dong suddenly resounded non-stop, and ripples gradually appeared.

The rain was pouring down.

Ning Zhao held up an umbrella to cover Lu Fan from the rain, and pushed the wheelchair into the Baiyujing Pavilion.

The sandalwood is lit, and the fragrance permeates the room.

Ning Zhao put away the umbrella, boiled wine for Lu Fan in a hot pot, put a plum in it, and the clear wine gave off a slight heat.

Lu Fan was sitting on the Thousand Blades Chair, with a Reiatsu chessboard in front of him, which was placed on the Thousand Blades Chair.

Lu Fan held his son black and white, arranging the situation.

After setting up a game, Lu Fan put away the chessboard, and Ning Zhao handed it over with a bronze wine glass full of wine.

"Young master, it's rainy and humid, drink a cup of hot wine to warm up your body."

Ning Zhao laughed.

Lu Fan did not refuse, took the wine and took a sip.

The warm wine poured into the body along the throat, as if washing away the feeling of suffocation caused by the heavy rain.

Holding the bronze wine glass, Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair and closed his eyes slightly.

Seeing that Lu Fan closed his eyes, Ning Zhao didn't disturb him.

Cautiously exited the attic room.

The fragrance in the house is slowly rising, and there are teenagers taking a nap in the chair, the picture is quite elegant.

However……

Actually.

Lu Fan wasn't taking a nap.

His mind surged, and he began to sense the range of the spiritual energy.

In an instant, the mountains and rivers were crossed.

The range of aura that can be released has expanded a lot at once, and it even continued to spread, passing through the Tianhan Pass in the extreme north of the Great Zhou.

The limit of Lu Fan's perception before was Tianhan Pass, and he couldn't do it any further.

The letter of heaven is closed to the outside.

In Lu Fan's perception, the ground was covered with dry bones and yellow sand...

The bored Lu Fan withdrew his mind.

But he didn't open his eyes, because he found that the system panel popped up, and the [Preacher Platform] in the [Privilege] column was flashing a dim and indeterminate reminder light.

Lu Fan was taken aback, interested.

His fingers tapped lightly on the phoenix guard of the Thousand Blade Chair.

In the next moment, my mind poured into the 【Preaching Platform】.

hum...

Suddenly, a familiar feeling surged.

Line after line of prompt text bounced out in front of his eyes and kept scrolling.

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