Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The spiritual pressure was removed and transferred to Lu Dongxuan's body.

This was somewhat beyond Lu Fan's expectations. Lu Dongxuan, who looked so rich while wearing a big gold chain, really had some tricks.

He obviously has studied the spiritual pressure of practitioners, so he found this kind of loophole which is not considered a loophole.

Move the spiritual pressure away, and all the spiritual pressure in the three places are oppressed on Lu Dongxuan's body.

He will be under much more pressure than Xie Yunling, Hua Dongliu, and Gong Shuyu.

Pooh!

Lu Dongxuan's body trembled.

A large ball of blood spewed out of the mouth, staining the white beard and skirt red.

The seven high-speed rotating golden cylinders floating around were faintly oppressed, and Lu Dongxuan's palms almost slammed together.

Once they got together, they would be unable to bear the spiritual pressure. At that time, Xie Yunling and the others would have to face Lu Fan's extremely powerful spiritual pressure.

With a battle force, there is no one out of ten.

Therefore, Lu Dongxuan had to resist.

That's why he said that Xie Yunling and the others only had one chance to make a move.

"Young master's spiritual pressure... is really strong!"

Lu Dongxuan's bones trembled all over, his white beard was trembling, and the gap between his teeth was full of bright red blood.

He was in pain, but he didn't give up.

Some things may be regretted if you do them, but you will definitely become regrets if you don't do them.

Jingle Bell……

Supported by seven golden tubes, Xie Yunling and the others had enough time to attack.

Gong Shuyu's "Rainstorm Pear Blossom" is the strongest hidden weapon of the mechanism family.

It ranks first in the spectrum of hidden weapons. Since he was a child, he has been building this hidden weapon. Even after becoming the son of an organist, he still has not given up on research.

There are nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine silver needles in the "Rainstorm Pear Blossom".

Each silver needle requires great patience to carefully place it into the inside of Rainstorm Pear Blossom.

Sometimes, it takes several hours to insert a silver needle.

Gong Shuyu built this hidden weapon from youth to middle age, from middle age to old age, and finally completed it on the day when the Mohist Trick City was breached.

He did not choose to cast "Rainstorm Pear Blossom" on Bawang.

Because, he felt that the Overlord was not worthy of this hidden weapon that he had spent his entire life building.

And today, on Beiluo Lake, Gong Shuyu was finally motivated.

The condensed efforts of a lifetime are just for the gorgeous blooming of pear blossoms on this day.

Gong Shuyu had no regrets when he cast "Rainstorm Pear Blossom" on Lu Pingan, the number one practitioner in the world. He felt that Young Master Lu was worthy of him mobilizing this hidden weapon.

boom!

The clanging sound resounded continuously.

The metal flower buds are in full bloom, and the torrential rain seems to have stagnated.

Brilliant silver lights burst out in the air.

Everyone was stunned.

Ni Yu, Lu Muduan and the others were dazzled.

At this moment, the essence of the life of the organ family is vividly displayed.

After Gong Shuyu cast "Rainstorm Pear Blossom", he fell to the ground.

It was as if all his spirit had been emptied, and his metal arms were emitting heat and green smoke in the heavy rain...

He stared blankly at the silver light blooming in the sky.

Whoosh!

The silver awns, as thin as a cow's hair, escaped into the rainstorm.

The cloudy and heavy rain made the hidden weapon "Rainstorm Pear Blossom" show the sharpness it should have.

A drop of rain melts into a silver needle.

The brilliance of the hidden weapon is restrained, and after showing the ultimate beauty, it is the ultimate danger.

Ning Zhao held an umbrella for Lu Fan.

She frowned slightly, raised her hand, and the aura in the Qi Dan circulated.

"No, I'll come."

Lu Fan said.

Ning Zhao stopped his movements immediately, nodded slightly, "Here."

She knew that Lu Fan wanted to give these four masters the respect they deserved.

Countless rainwater poured down with terrifying danger.

Gong Shuyu's eyes were fixed on the second floor of Baiyujing Pavilion.

Sparks fly.

The crisp sound resounded endlessly.

But see.

Lu Fan slowly raised his hand, and all the raindrops around him were suspended and motionless.

In every drop of stagnant raindrops, the silver needles reflect the brilliance, resplendent like a galaxy all over the sky.

"This hidden weapon is not bad."

Lu Fan praised.

The next moment, Lu Fan raised his hand and clenched it tightly.

All the raindrops burst into pieces.

Countless silver needles were stripped out, and Lu Fan's index and middle fingers were brought together, and he gently swept forward.

The whistling sound suddenly rose.

Countless fine silver needles shot out backwards.

Puchi, puchi!

Gong Shuyu's eyes tightened, and his whole body trembled...

However, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine silver needles pierced the ground around his body one after another, and the silver light exuded a coldness.

The moment Gong Shuyu's hidden weapon was flicked away.

Daoist Xie Yunling controlled the water snake to rush forward.

The water snake roared, and the rolling water exuded a powerful force of impact.

The body of the water snake slammed into it with a spiral force.

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair.

Xie Yunling's move has a little trace of Taoism in it.

However, it was only slightly better than Li Sansui.

Lu Fan flicked his palm on the armrest of the wheelchair.

A silver blade peeled off, like a shooting star in the dark night, wrapped in a silver light, spinning at high speed, in front of Lu Fan, like a windmill.

The water snake hit it, but it was exploded by the water spray cut by the silver blade.

A water snake, which was quickly cut off.

Xie Yunling's gaze was fixed, his energy was exhausted in an instant, and two water snakes emerged from the formation again.

And the formation also lost its power and collapsed in the sky.

Xie Yunling fell to the ground, his body staggered, and blood spurted from his mouth.

But he didn't care, he raised his head and stared at the two water snakes in the air.

However, his hopes were quickly dashed.

Because, on Lu Fan's wheelchair, two more silver blades were peeled off...

Draw a ladle according to the gourd, and chop all the water snakes into pieces.

The water snake disappeared, but the rain still fell all over the sky.

And when the water snake attacked, the Sword Master Hua Dongliu's swordsmanship, like a river rushing eastward, had already attacked.

Each of the ten swords exudes a sharp edge, bursting out with an indomitable attack.

The swordsman is extremely powerful.

When Hua Dongliu was young, he did not know how much blood was stained under his sword.

His sword is indestructible and unstoppable.

When he was middle-aged, he was famous for turning five swords into five cuts with one sword, and was called the Zhongnan Sword Master.

And when he was old, he became a disciple of the Sword Sect, and he hid behind the Sword Sect for decades, and no one has seen the Sword Master unleash his sword.

But today, I saw the sword of the Juggernaut again.

The sword is as strong as ever, as in the past, Huadongliu's peerless demeanor of turning one sword into five.

But after decades of seclusion, Huadongliu's swordsmanship not only did not regress, but became more and more powerful, achieving ten swords with one sword.

The ten swords are thrown out together, and it really flows eastward like a rushing river.

Going forward without hesitation, the momentum is like a broken bamboo.

Ning Zhao opened her umbrella, a little surprised, a little incredulous looking at the methods of these three masters.

If the practitioner does not come out.

These three schools of thought can be called peerless masters.

Except for Xie Yunling's Water Snake Formation, which relied on spiritual energy, Hua Dongliu and Gong Shuyu were both geniuses who never possessed spiritual energy, but were able to attack at the peak of the Qidan state.

If you have not advanced to Tizang Realm.

Facing the alliance of the three, Ning Zhao may only end up with hatred.

Even breaking through into Tizang will feel quite tricky, whether it is the "Rainstorm Pear Blossom" or this "Dongliu Sword".

It is absolutely not an exaggeration to call it stunning.

Pity……

If it were any practitioner in the world, all three of them would have the possibility of winning.

But their opponent is the son.

Even if he broke through the tizang, Ning Zhao still felt that he was an unfathomable young master.

"This sword is not bad."

Lu Fan spoke in admiration.

The three masters allowed him to see the acme of martial arts that he could achieve when his spirit energy was not revived in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

If he hadn't obtained the aura and hadn't been possessed by demons, in front of these three masters, he might be like a baby, the kind who was killed in an instant.

No fancy tricks.

Some are... terrifying attacks that kill with one blow.

"A sword flows eastward."

Lu Fan said softly.

"Since that's the case, then... I will return you with a sword."

Lu Fan said.

In the rainstorm, Hua Dongliu's pupils suddenly widened due to the rain passing through them.

The next moment, he saw a sword that he would never forget in his life.

Hua Dongliu, known as the sword master, found himself in front of this sword, and there was no scum left in seconds.

but see...

Lu Fan raised his hand and flicked lightly on the right hand guard.

Just like playing the piano.

Afterwards, there was the sound of phoenix singing, and the heavy rain seemed to be evaporated, fogging up with white water vapor.

A ray of red glow flew out from the armguard on the right side of the wheelchair.

It turned into a red sword in the air...

The sword just appeared.

All the sword lights of Huadongliu shattered into the air.

He stared at the red sword obsessively.

He was obsessed with swords all his life and never married. He only used swords as companions and reached the peak of swordsmanship.

However……

Now it is discovered.

The peak of the way of the sword that he has reached is only the beginning of the way of the sword...

If you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening.

Hua Dongliu watched obsessively, and fell powerlessly from the air to the ground.

His old sword was stuck on the ground, and the blade kept shaking.

"This is... He Jian?"

With blood overflowing from Huadong's mouth and nose, he asked stupidly.

"The name of the sword, Feng Ling."

Lu Fan said.

Raising his hand, the wide sleeves of the white shirt fluttered.

Immediately, the Feng Ling Sword sped out like fire, and circled in the air for an instant.

The torrential rain was evaporated before it fell.

under.

Xiaofeng's whole body in Bai Qingniao's arms trembled, with fear and excitement.

boom!

The sword light dissipated, everything returned to calm, and the Feng Ling sword turned into the gauntlet of Lu Fan's wheelchair again.

Ning Zhao held up an umbrella, a wisp of fragrant sweat slipped from his forehead.

After the torrential rain froze for a moment.

Continue to vent.

A lone boat on the lake.

Lu Dongxuan finally couldn't bear it any longer, and clapped his palms together with a "snap".

The seven golden tubes fell to the ground, and Lu Dongxuan lay on his back on the lone boat, looking at the raindrops falling on the sky, and sighing as he watched the magnifying picture of each raindrop in his eyes.

It seems to be lamenting the end of an era.

It also seems to be sighing, at the end of the era, he tried his best to show the no regrets after the glory.

"Mo Beike and Kong Xiu are two old things, I'm afraid I will regret it to death..."

Lu Dongxuan laughed softly.

The island in the middle of the lake was extremely quiet, except for the sound of the rainstorm venting.

Lu Mu shook his head with emotion as he leaned on the wooden stick.

Jing Yue looked at the bewildered Sword Saint Hua Dongliu with complicated emotions.

Xie Yunling sat on the ground, the rain drenched his body.

"I lost."

Although he knew that he would lose, Xie Yunling still felt lucky.

What if you win?

However, the fact is cruel. They lost, and they lost so thoroughly that... they never even touched Lu Pingan's clothes, and they didn't even let a drop of rain stain Lu Pingan's white shirt.

However, Xie Yunling had no regrets.

"The masters of the hundred schools are indeed well-deserved. Although they have never practiced the way, they are not weaker than any peak Qidan realm... You came to Beiluo to show the ultimate elegance before the end of the era of the masters. Sorry, you did it."

"If you work hard, you will have no regrets."

"Only when the sun shines after the rain, peach blossoms bloom on the island, and Jinger and others end the era."

The second floor of Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.

Lu Fan said slowly.

The sound lingers on the island in the middle of the lake, Bai Yujing.

Words fell.

He no longer suppressed it, and directly released the spiritual pressure of the third layer of Qi Refining.

The terrifying spiritual pressure swept away in the form of a storm.

boom!

Countless rainwater, at this moment, was crushed by the spiritual pressure and turned into a misty mist, like a fairy air.

Xie Yunling, Hua Dongliu, and Gong Shuyu's clothes were tightly attached to their bodies.

Their bodies trembled unbelievably.

So... this is Lu Fan's real strength!

On a lonely boat.

Lu Dongxuan smiled bitterly, it turns out... the young master didn't use all his strength at all, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to stop the spiritual pressure at all.

Lu Fan raised his hand.

The stack of spiritual pressure turned into a huge palm.

Take a shot towards the sky.

A palm slapped towards the hazy clouds in the sky.

Then...

The thick cloud layer was actually shattered.

The bright golden sun breaks through the clouds...

It was like streaks of golden horses sprinkled down, sprinkled on Lu Dongxuan's face lying on his back, warm.

On the island in the middle of the lake.

On the planted "Peach Blossom Tree", budding buds are blooming, under the bright sunlight that breaks through the clouds, and under the pervasive terrifying spiritual pressure.

Blooming one after another.

The peach blossoms are blooming on the island.

It seems to be announcing the end of this battle.

It also heralds the end of the era of philosophers and schools of thought.

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