Building The Ultimate Fantasy

South County.

Zhongnan Mountain, Jiange.

The towering Zhongnan Mountain is like a sharp long sword piercing the sky. On the top of the peak, there is a large flat with a big bluestone.

The rustling white snow fell from the sky, making the entire Zhongnan Mountain look like a white blade drawn out of its sheath.

Ximen Xianzhi opened his eyes.

He found that his whole body was covered with a thick layer of snow.

With a shake of the body, spiritual energy was mobilized from the qi pill, surging through the meridians for a week, and the snowflakes were scattered one after another.

A sword was stuck in the snow, emitting a cold light.

Ximen Xianzhi stood up, circulated his Qi and blood, slightly activating his frozen body.

He grabbed the sword.

The mind fell into a deep congealment.

"Xianyuan..."

Holding the sword in his hand, a hot current surged in his mind.

A white ball of light floated in his mind.

Ximen Xianzhi pierced the ball of light, and immediately, countless torrents poured into his mind.

After a long time, the breath on his body gradually calmed down.

"Light……"

Ximen Xianzhi was a little shocked.

"This is a system of practice. Although it is also the way of swordsmanship, but...it is a different front, using the sharpness of light to present the sharpness of the sword."

Ximen Xianzhi sat cross-legged on the bluestone.

Ximen Xianzhi, a genius who once competed with Bawang, Li Sansi and others, now, with the rise of the age of practice, he has already been left in the distance.

In the early days, Ximen Xianzhi had a well-known name, known as Jian Chi.

I am obsessed with swords all my life, and I am more addicted to it than the sword sage Hua Dongliu.

And Ximen Xianzhi lived up to his reputation as a sword idiot, and his swordsmanship was superb.

Now, Ximen Xianzhi, who has obtained the inheritance of the lightsaber, is a little surprised. He thought he had reached the end of his swordsmanship, but suddenly found a spacious road.

He sat cross-legged on the bluestone, and the white snow in the sky was falling.

Ximen Xianzhi was mesmerized, he sorted out the ideas in his mind.

He didn't completely copy it, he likes swords, but this lightsaber inheritance is not exactly a sword...

Holding the sword in his hand, Ximen Xianzhi danced the sword on the bluestone.

The speed was very slow, but it slowed down the falling of the flying snow all over the sky.

The snow fluttered gently, not in a hurry.

There is a bright sword light, bursting out from Ximen Xianzhi's sword, like a beam of light that cuts the sky, dazzling and eye-catching.

In the Jiange.

Sitting cross-legged in the room, Hua Dongliu, who was studying the meaning of the sword, suddenly opened his eyes.

There is sharpness in the eyes.

His sword intent faintly felt a sharpness, a brilliance.

"Xianzhi?"

Hua Dongliu stood up, the green shirt on his body fluttering, and he took a step forward, as if the door opened automatically.

He went to Daping on the top of the mountain, he wanted to see who was developing the sword technique and aroused his sword intent.

Ximen Xianzhi is not clear about everything around him.

His heart sank into the sword.

He completely integrated his understanding of the lightsaber in his mind with the sword in his hand.

The spiritual energy was mobilized, and Feixue was cut into two halves.

Crack...Crack...

The sword in Ximen Xianzhi's hand began to show cracks, and then exploded, turning into iron pieces and falling all over the ground.

Ximen Xianzhi's body trembled.

And in his hand, countless brilliance condensed, unexpectedly gathered a lightsaber.

His hand trembled, and the lightsaber even broke away from his hand, slamming into the snow.

A thick layer of snow exploded.

Countless snowflakes are flying.

The lightsaber cut on the bluestone, leaving a cut on the bluestone.

Ximen Xianzhi's body trembled, beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

However, his eyes were extremely bright, like a bright moon in the dark night, he raised his hand and grasped the sky.

As if pinching the light.

Concentrate the light into a sword!

The snow is like tofu, cut and covered with slender sword marks.

Ximen Xianzhi's mind was clear, and at this moment, he realized something.

Above the head, a vortex appeared,

In the vortex, spiritual energy is sweeping.

He broke through.

Break through into the body!

This movement immediately shocked the disciples above the Jiange.

Hua Dongliu even came here on snow, carrying two swords on his back, a chamomile and a peach.

"Sure enough, it's Xianzhi...he broke through to the body!"

A touch of excitement also appeared on Hua Dongliu's old face.

Even if he is Huadongliu, although he has started to practice, but now he is only at the peak of Qi Dan.

And Ximen Xianzhi actually stepped into the realm of body storage.

Surpassed him, the Jiange Pavilion Master.

The East China flu is full of emotions, times have changed, and they, who used to be from a hundred schools of thought, have fallen behind, being surpassed by rising young people.

Jiange disciples gathered one after another.

Seeing the breakthrough, Ximen Xianzhi all showed surprise.

"Senior Brother Xianzhi broke through?"

"My Jiange finally has the cultivation of the Tibetan realm!"

"After several years of silence, senior brother Xianzhi is finally about to rise up, and compete with Daoge Li Sansi and Xiliang Overlord again?!"

The disciples of Jiange have complicated emotions.

Some people are happy, some people are envious.

Ximen Xianzhi was in a whirlpool above his head, carrying a sword case on his back, holding the handle of the sword in a daze.

Huadongliu set foot on Daping.

Ximen Xianzhifang came back to his senses, held the handle of the sword, and bowed towards Hua Dongliu.

"Master."

"Xianzhi, has it been hidden in the body?"

Hua Dongliu laughed.

Ximen Xianzhi nodded. Although he entered Tizang because of his celestial fate, at least he was in Tizang.

"The hope of my Jiange lineage is placed on you."

East China flu.

"A new generation replaces the old."

"Have you ever understood the meaning of the sword?" Hua Dongliu asked again.

Ximen Xianzhi shook his head.

"Then you have to hurry up, if you want to become a successful swordsman, you need sword intent."

East China Channel.

"Master, can light...can be used as a sword?"

Ximen Xianzhi stood in the snow, and the swaying snow fell on his body, he asked.

Hua Dongliu was startled, stroked his beard, and seemed to see the confusion in Ximen Xianzhi's eyes.

"Swordsman, everything can become a sword, picking flowers can become a sword, dripping rain can become a sword... even this snow."

East China Channel.

A feather-like snow fell in front of him.

He raised his hand, grasped the snow with both hands, and flung it out suddenly.

This snow, however, was like a flying sword, with a whistling that pierced the air, it slashed on the bluestone, and it took a long time to melt away.

Ximen Xianzhi's eyes were sharp and brighter.

"As long as you have a sword in your heart, everything can be a sword..."

East China Channel.

Ximen Xianzhi nodded, everything can become a sword, and that light... naturally can also become a sword.

Moreover, light... is everywhere, and his sword... is naturally everywhere.

Ximen Xianzhi found a wide avenue, and he was a little happy.

Hua Dongliu naturally knew that Ximen Xianzhi had some insights, so he smiled: "Xianzhi, how long have you not gone down the mountain?"

Ximen Xianzhi didn't expect that Huadongliu would ask this question, so he cupped his hands and said, "It's been almost three years."

"The disciple thought it would take longer. After all, it took decades for the master to understand the sword intent, and the disciple should also need decades."

"Building a car behind closed doors can't make anything. Today's era is different, and it's easier to comprehend the sword intent, but... even so, the blockage of building a car behind closed doors will still hinder the evolution of the sword intent."

"You should go down the mountain."

"Aren't you confused about the sword? Go find the strong, challenge the strong, and you may gain something in the battle."

East China Channel.

"Jing Yue is in Beiluo, his sword may also inspire you, you can go to him to discuss."

Jing Yue's growth in kendo far exceeded Hua Dongliu's expectations.

He felt that Ximen Xianzhi could be inspired.

"Here."

Ximen Xianzhi didn't hesitate, because he really felt the difficulties brought about by working behind closed doors and cultivating alone.

The road of practice has just begun, and it is not yet time for retreat.

However, Ximen Xianzhi was in a daze, Beiluo...

"Go, these two swords will be given to you."

"After Body Zang is Tiansuo. For my generation of sword cultivators, if you want to cultivate, you must cultivate the most powerful one. The way of golden core is not suitable for swordsmanship. When you enter Tiansuo, you will be the master of Jiange Pavilion."

East China Channel.

He handed the two swords on his back to Ximen Xianzhi.

Ximen Xianzhi took it, and immediately felt the difference between the two swords.

Hua Dongliu laughed out loud.

A new generation replaced the old one, he was relieved but also a little bit disappointed.

Turning around, with his hands behind his back, accompanied by the wind and snow, he disappeared on the top of the mountain.

Ximen Xianzhi held the Chaoju and Bitao swords, put the two swords into the sword case, and bowed in the direction Huadongliu disappeared.

After that, he exchanged hands with the Jiange disciples around Daping.

The green shirt swayed, and he strode towards the foot of Zhongnan Mountain.

He is going to Beiluo, he has a very bold idea.

He's going to challenge... the strong.

...

imperial capital.

In a narrow and cramped alley.

A figure staggered, the corners of its mouth were stained with blood, and stood up.

Liu Yuanhao raised his bruised and swollen head, but his eyes were full of brilliance.

Xianyuan...

He, Liu Yuanhao, has obtained a fairy fate!

Today's era is the era of cultivators, especially the chaotic imperial capital. Although the Xiliang army has entered the imperial capital and initially grasped the order, but...

For the Jianghu gangs wandering in the dark under the prosperity of the imperial capital.

But it is the best time.

In today's arena, strength is the most important thing, and there are gangs with practitioners in charge, and their status is completely different.

Liu Yuanhao wiped away the blood from his mouth and nose.

He walked out of the narrow alley and looked into the distance.

The majestic imperial city still stands.

He sniffled, he founded the Black Dragon Gang, but he called himself the Young Leader, because the real helper of the Black Dragon Gang was actually his own brother, Liu Hao.

Who is Liu Hao?

Once brilliant, under the command of the Great Zhou Emperor, the Black Dragon Thirteen is the first.

It's a pity that Xiliang and Daxuan invaded the imperial capital, and Liu Hao died at the hands of the overlord.

But Liu Yuanhao escaped and founded the Black Dragon Gang.

However, the road to creating a gang is not smooth, he has no strength and has suffered too much.

He opened his hand, looked at his palm, and there was light in his eyes: "Xianyuan..."

"In the past, I was not qualified, and I didn't have the strength to find those Black Dragon Guards who have retired, but...now, I think I am qualified. Give me some time. I want to gather the Black Dragon Guards and strengthen the Black Dragon Gang..."

"Let the Black Dragon Gang become the number one gang under the Imperial City!"

Liu Yuanhao clenched his fists.

A faint white flame shot out from the gap between his fists.

Liu Yuanhao was taken aback.

Afterwards, with a thought, the bone ghost fire surged out of his hand, distorting his face.

...

West County, Liangzhou City.

Located in the southwest of West County, bordering the Peacock Kingdom.

Liangzhou City has always been in a state of war readiness. After all, although the Peacock Kingdom is a country, it is also one of the Five Hus.

And Liangzhou City, as the fortress of the West County, naturally had to be on guard at all times.

The snowy Liangzhou City was a little bit cold.

Yongcheng Pawnshop.

The only pawn shop in Liangzhou City, adhering to the purpose is "there is nothing I dare not accept, only you dare not be."

People in Liangzhou City don't know how much money the shopkeeper of the pawnshop has. They only know that the shopkeeper of Yongcheng's pawnshop is very rich, the kind that can rival the city.

However, such a rich pawnshop only employs one clerk.

Ding Jiudeng, who was sitting on the threshold, opened his eyes. He was stunned for a while before remembering that he seemed to have entered a place called Immortal Land just now.

Touching his bald head, Ding Jiudeng was a little scared before, but after being in a daze for so long, he no longer has the thought or feeling of fear.

There was Sanskrit chanting in his mind, a bald head looked at him kindly, and various scriptures and words were flowing.

Ding Jiudeng patted his bald head, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Suddenly.

Someone kicked him behind him.

"Xiao Ding, why don't you hurry up and get up to work? I give you food, drink, and a place to live every month. Is it just to make you lazy?"

"If you don't work hard, pack up and get out!"

The people behind cursed.

Ding Jiudeng stood up, and after a long silence, he said in a muffled voice, "I'll go right away."

His body is a bit burly, but his bald head is a bit eye-catching, like a lantern.

Behind him is the shopkeeper of Yongcheng Pawnshop, an old man in fine clothes with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.

Looking at Ding Jiudeng who turned to go to work, the shopkeeper stroked his broken beard and smiled.

He hired Ding Jiudeng because these fools were cheap, and all he needed was food and sleep. As for wages, he deducted them all for any reason every month.

And this bald head can't fight back when he hits or scolds, how good is it?

The shopkeeper rubbed his hands together, his eyes glistening.

It's that time of the month again for deals.

The shopkeeper with the sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks smiled, and greed flashed in his eyes. Once he succeeds, his wealth will be doubled again!

"Xiao Ding, work hard. The shopkeeper will come back to check your performance at night. If you don't do well, your wages for the next month will also be deducted."

The shopkeeper said something.

Humming a little tune, he left Yongcheng's pawnshop.

A long time after the shopkeeper left the pawn shop, Ding Jiudeng responded in a muffled voice, "Oh."

However, after the movement stopped for a while, Ding Jiudeng thought of something, looked in the direction where the shopkeeper was leaving, and said, "Shopkeeper, it seems that the next month's wages have been deducted."

However, the shopkeeper has disappeared.

Ding Jiudeng touched his bald head and continued to work.

suddenly.

A figure wearing a bamboo hat with a hanging curtain came from outside the door, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"Be something."

The figure's voice was a little hoarse.

A long time after the words fell, there was a response from the pawnshop.

"coming."

Ding Jiudeng appeared at the small window of the pawn shop, looked at the black shadow, and asked, "What do you want to pawn?"

But I saw this person digging in his arms for a while, and a pair of silver scissors slapped on the counter.

"How much do you think this cut is worth?"

The bamboo hat is humane.

Ding Jiudeng stretched out his hand to take the scissors, but before he could touch the silver scissors, the silver scissors spun and floated up at a high speed, and was caught by the man in the bamboo hat. Suddenly, it touched his neck, cut the skin, and overflowed blood.

Ding Jiudeng didn't show any expression.

The figure under the bamboo hat was stunned, this guy... has such courage.

"Where is your shopkeeper?"

Ding Jiudeng finally came back to his senses, a wave of fear permeated his whole body, but he had already missed the force of fear, so he shivered all over, with a little panic in his eyes, he looked at the man in the bamboo hat.

"The shopkeeper... the shopkeeper is going to sell the goods."

Ding Jiudeng said.

"Take me there." The man in the bamboo hat said again.

Words fell.

Two pairs of silver scissors rested on Ding Jiudeng's bald head.

Ding Jiudeng was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he felt that he had missed the best time to startle, and suddenly became dull, without much fear, and realized later: "Okay..."

The man in the bamboo hat: "..."

This person……

How courageous! So stable!

Ding Jiudeng really knew where the shopkeeper purchased the goods.

However, he felt that this person should not be brought to the shopkeeper, although the shopkeeper treated him very badly, beat and scolded him, and often deducted his wages.

but……

At least the shopkeeper gave him a place to stay.

His father died in battle in Liangzhou City, leaving him alone. If the shopkeeper hadn't given him a place to stay, he might still be wandering, or freeze to death and starve to death on the street.

Therefore, Ding Jiudeng brought the bamboo hat man to the alleys extending in all directions in Liangzhou City.

As soon as he entered the alley, he stopped in a daze.

After that, he accelerated suddenly and ran wildly in the criss-crossing alleys.

After a long time, he looked back and saw that the bamboo hat man was surrounded by him, and he patted his chest in fear.

After he left the alley, he rushed to the place where the shopkeeper was selling goods.

He knew that place. Once when the shopkeeper was searched by the officials of Liangzhou City, he went with the officials.

Ding Jiudeng didn't know.

When he came out of the alley, on the roof of the alley, a figure in a bamboo hat sat on the roof, with a fluttering black robe, calmly looking at the direction he was leaving.

...

Beiluo City stands majestically on the snow field.

The goose feather snow blows, covering the footprints left by the trekking figures on the snow field.

suddenly.

There was a sound of hoofbeats.

There was a rustling of snow on the snow.

A horse with a black mane galloped from the horizon of the snowfield, its mane fluttering in the wind and snow.

On the horseback, there was a burly figure sitting upright.

Upstairs in North Los Angeles.

The guards guarding the city saw the black-maned horse galloping across the snow.

Those are the horses abundant in Xiliang!

And the figure on the horseback horrified the defenders even more!

"Yes...it's Overlord!"

The defenders shouted in shock.

There was a sudden commotion on the tower.

Looking at the figure riding the horse, Luo Cheng's expression changed slightly.

The Overlord is here too?

King Beixuan, King Xiliang...

Daxuan and the monarchs of Xiliang, why did they come to Beiluo?

It can be said that Tantaixuan came here for Jiang Li, so the overlord... Could it be that he came here for Tantaixuan?

Luo Cheng was a little speechless, so he set himself up, raised a wave of spiritual energy, and galloped in the city.

Beiluo, on the island in the middle of the lake.

Tantaixuan had just boarded the second floor of the Baiyujing Pavilion.

Lu Fan, who was leaning on the wheelchair, had a strange expression on his face.

He looked at Tantai Xuan who had just sat down, smiled, and said: "The Overlord has also come to Beiluo."

Words fell.

Tantaixuan who just sat down, his pupils shrank, his buttocks felt like needles.

He took a sharp breath.

Overlord...you are too much of a bully.

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