Building The Ultimate Fantasy

If we say that the battle in the city is a one-sided crush.

The battle outside the city was a battle between evenly matched lions and tigers.

Nie Changqing, who was above the Taoist sect, broke his heart knot and entered the body treasury with a single thought, while Li Sansi, with the help of Zhulong, suffered inhuman torture, and also entered the body treasury.

Both of them are in the Tibetan realm, a realm far beyond that of contemporary practitioners.

Therefore, during the rainstorm, the battle between the two broke out without any suspense.

The Tizang realm is a battle that surpasses the Qidan realm, although both Nie Changqing and Li Sansi are just newcomers to Tizang and haven't tempered any of the five internal organs.

But the combat power is not comparable to Qi Dan.

The content of the aura in the qi pill alone is twice as high as that at the peak of the qi pill, and the aura in the qi pill surges throughout the body, completely enhancing the physique and strength.

With a sweep of Li Sansi's wooden sword, the rain curtain was cut, and a beam of sword energy, which seemed to transform into a dragon, went straight to Nie Changqing.

The butcher's knife in Nie Zhangqing's hand was spinning at high speed, and the white shirt was still fluttering like a wind blowing in the heavy rain.

The butcher's knife burst out like black lightning.

Li Sansi tapped the wooden sword lightly, and in an instant, six or seven swords were fired.

The point of the sword touched the blade of the butcher's knife.

However, he was shocked by the huge force on the butcher's knife and retreated several steps in a row.

With every step, three feet of rain splashed.

Li Sansi focused his eyes, and swiped the wooden sword on the ground in front of him. The rain suddenly splashed and turned into sharp arrows.

Spiritual energy spewed out, Li Sansi's wooden sword danced continuously, and the rainwater under his feet was entangled in a circle, drawing a picture.

Nie Zhangqing hung a butcher's knife in front of him.

The body shook, and spiritual energy gushed out, and began to gather essence outside the butcher's knife.

The phantom of the butcher's knife, which was somewhat vague at first, gradually solidified at this moment.

"One Sword Fish and Dragon Dance."

Li Sansi drank softly, his Taoist robe flew up, and he pointed out with a sword.

"Royal knife."

Nie Changqing said calmly.

The arm swung forward violently, and the big knife transformed into a pig-killing knife cut across an arc in front of him, like a half-moon cut.

Cut the rain screen in half.

Li Sansi's body transformed, as if a fish and a dragon danced together, one sword after another, lashing at the butcher's knife.

However, the power of Nie Zhangqing's sword did not decrease at all.

Boom!

Daomang stood where Li Sansi had been standing.

The ground was cracked, and there were ravines and ravines, and rainwater poured into it.

Nie Changqing was unforgiving, and after gaining the upper hand, he was like a fierce tiger, constantly invading.

Waving the palm, controlling the knife from the air, smashing the raindrops.

The rainwater slapped on his body and face, and after being smashed, a misty mist was formed, which was evaporated by the heat formed by the spiritual energy circulating on Nie Zhangqing's body.

Li Sansi's wooden sword resisted with difficulty.

He was so beaten by Nie Zhangqing that he was speechless.

Nie Zhangqing's saber came from all directions, like a black dragon, constantly rushing towards him.

He could only counteract it with his wooden sword.

The spiritual energy in the body seems to be consumed a lot during each collision.

The surrounding rain was separated, Li Sansi's face was pale from the beating, and he kept retreating, the Taoist robe was already stained with muddy water.

Nie Changqing frowned slightly.

The same as body storage.

Li Sansi seemed to be weaker than he imagined.

Suddenly.

Nie Changqing, who was torturing Li Sansi, and Li Sansi, who was being tormented by blood, raised their heads and looked into the city.

A faint voice shook the entire Beiluo City.

"Only with the sunshine after the rain, the peach blossoms on the island, and the end of the era of Jing Er."

Words fell.

Everyone's body was shocked.

Nie Changqing withdrew his saber and retreated, raised his head in horror, it was the young master's voice.

Li Sansi was out of breath, fell to the ground and couldn't help but look up at the sky.

The steed in front of the carriage neighed uncomfortably.

A sense of oppression that was so suppressed that everyone could not breathe, made everyone's faces extremely horrified.

Boom!

Above the sky, there was a faint explosion.

Like a translucent palm,

It rushed into the sky, and scattered the dark clouds that were pregnant with heavy rain all over the sky.

Brilliant golden sunlight pierced through the dark clouds like lead dust and sprinkled down.

Shining on the earth.

"it's over."

Nie Zhangqing was holding a butcher's knife, looking at the shattered lead cloud with mixed emotions.

Young Master's strength, as always, is unfathomable and terrifying.

This palm filled Nie Zhangqing with fear and frustration.

I thought that after entering the Tibetan realm, I could touch the edge of the young master's strength, but now it seems... The gap between him and Lu Fan is still invisible.

As for Li Sansi, he was already staring blankly at the sunshine.

The bright sun shone on his somewhat embarrassed face and body, and his body trembled suddenly.

Faintly, he seemed to feel the end of an era.

There is no need to continue his battle with Nie Zhangqing.

After all, he, Li Sansi, was hanged and beaten.

On the carriage in the distance.

Mo Beike opened the curtain, looking at the golden sunshine penetrating the lead cloud, like a curtain slowly closing, with the most splendid congratulations at the end.

Mo Beike's face was full of grooves and wrinkles, and he was a little dazed.

It's not just him, the national teacher Kong Xiu also lifted the curtain on the other side of the carriage, looking at the golden clouds in the sky.

They could imagine that Xie Yunling and the others in Beiluo City had no regrets.

It doesn't matter if they die, at least they have been brilliant and fought hard.

Almost at the same time, Mo Beike and the national teacher Kong Xiu lowered the curtain.

"Let's go back."

Two voices that seemed to be a few years old came from inside the carriage.

They are still old after all.

"Here."

Mo Ju and Mo Tianyu seemed to speak at the same time.

They also had some regrets on their faces, not being able to witness this battle about the collision of two eras with their own eyes.

However, after today, the era of various schools of thought has come to an end.

And the new era, the era of Bai Yujing practitioners, will jump out, making the whole world noisy and excited.

The wheels turned, rolling up the muddy water on the ground.

One car goes east, one car goes west.

The two carriages were running in opposite directions, one headed for Beijun and the other entered the Imperial Capital.

Nie Changqing put away the knife and leaned against the frame of the carriage.

He glanced at Li Sansi, who was covered in mud, and nodded slightly.

He rode his horse and drove slowly towards the gate of Beiluo City.

It's also time for him to reunite the family.

Li Sansi stood outside the city holding a wooden sword.

The beatings from the society made him a little caught off guard.

On the shore of Beiluo Lake.

The waves of the lake seemed to be faintly carrying a terrifying spiritual pressure.

Many martial arts people, scholars and Confucian scholars rushed to come, their complexions changed drastically. The lake water was like a ferocious roaring beast, pounding and beating the shore, stirring up the waves.

Lu Changkong's expression was complicated.

Luo Yue and Luo Cheng behind them were also filled with emotion.

Hundreds of schools of thought... can be regarded as completely planted in Beiluo City.

Starting from Wei Luan, the son of the Yin-Yang family, Beiluo City seemed to be the home of all the masters.

Tang Yimo stood on the shore.

He stared fixedly at the lake surrounded by thick fog, as if he had seen through the thick fog at a glance, and saw the great terror on the island in the middle of the lake.

This was the first time Tang Yimo experienced the taste of despair.

Since he got the immortal inheritance and opened the first vein.

He hardly encountered any opponents.

Except for the terracotta warriors he encountered in the Longmen Secret Realm, he was fearless and could handle even the terracotta warriors.

And at this very moment.

The coercion from the island in the middle of the lake.

He didn't even have the courage to resist, and he could feel the strength of the coercion across a lake.

Not to mention the coercion releaser.

"Beiluo...Young Master Lu!"

Tang Yimo swallowed his saliva.

It turned out that he, Tang Yimo, was still far behind.

A carriage came galloping.

Tang Yimo looked back.

But he saw a middle-aged man in white shirt with a butcher's knife on his waist, carefully helping a Taoist nun out of the carriage with tenderness on his face.

"Ru'er, be careful."

Nie Zhangqing said.

The nun's eyes were dazed, she just pinched the hair on the temples of the man in white.

The white-clothed man carried the Taoist nun on his back, came to the shore, found a small boat, and jumped aboard.

Tang Yimo stared at the middle-aged man.

Suddenly.

On the lone boat, the middle-aged man holding the pole turned his head and glanced at Tang Yimo.

boom!

Tang Yimo felt as if his mind had been hit by a heavy hammer.

Teng Teng Teng stepped back several steps in a row.

There is faint blood in the chest that is about to spurt.

"So strong!"

Tang Yimo was terrified in his heart, just one look gave him unstoppable fear, as if the butcher's knife at his waist could cut off his head at any time.

"This person... who is it?!"

Tang Yimo took a deep breath.

"There is a butcher's knife on his waist. There is no doubt that this person is the coachman of the young master of Beiluolu." A martial artist in Jianghu said.

Tang Yimo's body shook.

coachman?

Just a coachman?

Is a coachman that strong?

Tang Yimo's pride, which was originally rising in his heart, was shattered and torn apart at this moment.

...

On the island in the middle of the lake.

sunny.

The peach blossoms on the peninsula are all in bloom, and the pink petals are like the flushed cheeks of a girl, shy and charming.

The dense aura surges on the island in the center of the lake, making the aura on the island more intense.

Chaotianju spewed out spiritual energy, and Bixiu Taohua also spewed out spiritual energy.

Two kinds of spiritual plants compete for beauty.

Lu Fan was sitting on the Thousand-blade Chair, leaning on the railing, wearing a white shirt, and his temples were flying.

Ning Zhao put away her umbrella and stood quietly aside.

Lu Fan tapped on the armrest of the wheelchair, and the crisp sound lingered throughout the island in the middle of the lake.

island.

Xie Yunling glanced infatuatedly at the scattered lead clouds and the falling golden sunlight in the sky.

The sun was shining on his face, warming it, and dispelling the moisture brought by the heavy rain.

Sword Saint Hua Dongliu looked at Lu Fan frantically as if he had fallen into a demon.

That stunning sword strike has never been forgotten by him until now.

"The peach blossoms on the peninsula are in bloom. When my peach blossoms are in full bloom, they can form an aura storm. Don't waste this precious gathering time of the aura storm."

Lu Fan said lightly.

The sound wafts over the island.

Words fell.

Everyone on the island was shocked.

Jing Yue sat cross-legged on the ground, performed exercises, and frantically absorbed spiritual energy into his body.

Yiyue was also meticulous and instantly entered the state of cultivation.

Nie Shuang rushed out, came under the chrysanthemum, and punched a set of punches. During the punching, the small body was hot, and the spiritual energy wrapped around the body.

As soon as Xiaofeng crawled out from the gap in Baiqingniao's chest, she jumped down and bounced on the ground like a ball of fluff.

Afterwards, as if she was having fun, she ran wildly on the island.

The spiritual energy scrolled and poured into Xiaofeng's body.

Bai Qingniao was surprised, and also learned to run "Nine Phoenix Transformation", a faint air current entangled her body.

On the lone boat, Lu Dongxuan, who was lying on his back, stopped pretending to be dead, and got up quickly to absorb the spiritual energy.

Xie Yunling stared blankly, and began to absorb spiritual energy crazily.

Because Huadongliu and Gongshuban had never practiced before, they didn't know much about spiritual energy absorption and could only watch helplessly. However, they were bathed in spiritual energy.

The aura nourished them, and naturally brought some unusual changes.

above the attic.

Lu Fan looked at Ning Zhao who was beside him: "Go, although you have entered Ti Zang, don't miss this opportunity."

"The aura storm erupted by the peach blossoms on the peninsula is very precious. I don't know when the next time will be."

Ning Zhao's gaze fluctuated.

Her red lips were slightly raised, and she bowed towards Lu Fan.

"Here."

Afterwards, the white skirt fluttered, and Ning Zhao turned and went downstairs.

Sit cross-legged to absorb and condense spiritual energy.

On the second floor of the pavilion, Lu Fan was the only one left.

He leaned against the Thousand Blade Chair, put his palm on the handle of the Feng Ling Sword, and gently stroked it.

On the stone stairs of the Baiyujing Pavilion.

The sound of the pipa is like a rainstorm, and the big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate, adding a bit of urgency and freedom.

Mingyue pursed her red lips, held the pipa in one hand, and twirled and twirled slowly with the other hand like an elf on the strings. She watched the battle between Baijia and Lu Fan, and faintly, taking advantage of the spiritual storm, It seems to have inspired the spirit.

The sound of the pipa has also become more exciting, smelling that the blood seems to be mobilized.

Lu Muyue didn't use the aura storm to cultivate like everyone else.

He took out the paper and pen, patted his chest, and coughed up blood.

Stained with blood ink, writing copywriting.

"Yinyu, Beiluo, Lake Island.

The four masters of Daozong, Jianpai, Guanjia, and Tianjijia challenged Lu Pingan, the leader of Baiyujing, and were defeated.

Lu Ping'an thought of the peach blossoms blooming on the peninsula, shaking the clouds with one hand and falling into the sky.

Pay homage to the end of the various schools of thought, and lament the change of the times. "

Lu Mu wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face was full of excitement and excitement.

The dead wood-like hands were trembling as they stuffed the secret letter into the secret pigeon.

"Cuckoo" sound.

The Tianji Pigeon spread its wings, shook off its white feathers, wrapped in spiritual energy, turned into white light, and disappeared into the dense fog in an instant.

When Lu Mu was releasing the secret pigeon.

Lu Fan, who was leaning on the wheelchair, narrowed his eyes slowly.

In front of his eyes, a line of long-awaited system reminder text finally popped up.

"Congratulations to the host for completing the side mission..."

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