Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Under Beiluo City.

The sound of horseshoes was like thunder.

Stepping on the smoke and dust billowing, Lu Changkong was wearing armor, holding a long halberd in his hand, his eyes were like lightning, and with the horse's mane flying, he rushed towards Feng Shi who was riding the horse in front of him.

Boom boom boom!

Above the city tower.

A big shirtless man began to swing the drumsticks, and the drum surface vibrated, making the sound of war drums trembling with heartbeats.

Feng Shi's eyes were fixed, and he felt a sharp momentum coming, and the yellow sand on the ground seemed to be blown away.

"Lu Changkong... a master warrior!"

Feng Shi murmured in a low voice, and the next moment, he burst into laughter, his voice exploding like thunder.

The legs clamped the horse's belly, and the black horse wrapped in armor also neighed.

Without fear, Yi Ran rushed out like thunder.

The scenery on the ground is flying to both sides at a high speed.

Feng Shi's eyes showed bloodthirsty excitement, and the big knife in his hand was held horizontally.

One south and one north, two figures galloped on horses.

Although Lu Changkong's body was burly, he was much inferior to Feng Shi, who was a first-class martial artist who specialized in external skills.

And Lu Changkong practiced the technique of transferring blood from internal strength.

The two approached like lightning.

Lu Changkong leaned slightly on the horse's back, and swept out the halberd in his hand.

The blue veins on the arm were covered and bulged like a horned dragon.

Feng Shi roared.

In the sound of war drums that vibrated so much that one's blood fluctuated.

Lu Changkong's halberd collided with Feng Shi's broadsword!

Sparks splashed, and the sound of gold and iron clashing exploded.

Feng Shi was born with supernatural power and was extremely brave.

After colliding with Lu Changkong with a move, he actually suppressed him in terms of strength.

Although he is not a master, he is actually no different from a master.

Lu Changkong was cold, with a murderous look in his eyes, looking at Feng Shi was like looking at a dead person.

The halberd turned suddenly, and after releasing the force, it suddenly exerted force, and Lu Changkong's helmet was blown away by the burst of blood.

Tear!

The long halberd pressed the long knife and swept across the blade.

Feng Shi was startled, and gave up the treasured sword in his hand.

Lu Changkong snorted coldly, threw out his halberd, and stabbed Feng Shi's treasured saber to the ground.

Afterwards, the long fist was released.

Feng Shi roared angrily, raised his huge fist, and collided head-on with Lu Changkong's fist.

However……

What Lu Changkong practiced was internal strength, his blood flowed continuously, and he punched three times in a row.

Before Feng Shi regained his strength, he was hit hard by Lu Changkong.

Pooh!

Feng Shi coughed up blood and fell off the horse's back, hitting the ground and rolling over in a panic.

"it is good!!!"

"The city lord is mighty! Kill!"

"The lord of the city is a master warrior, even a mere brute force savage dares to fight!"

...

On Beiluo City, the soldiers guarding the city applauded one after another, and their momentum was greatly boosted.

The Beijun army fell silent.

Lu Changkong was not complacent, his eyes were still cold, he galloped past, stretched out his hand to grab the halberd stuck on the ground, and swung it out, approaching Feng Shi, intending to cut him in half.

Without hesitation, Feng Shi turned around and ran towards the army.

His legs were like pillars, and when he ran, he was trampled like a giant beast, and the ground shook.

...

In the depths of the North County army.

There are huge marching tents stationed.

The soldiers came at a gallop, entered the big tent, and knelt down on one knee.

"Report to the prefect! Lu Changkong, the lord of Beiluo City, went out to fight in person. General Feng was defeated and retreated in defeat."

The soldiers loudly reported the battle report ahead.

In the account, on the main seat.

A not burly, somewhat refined man, wearing armor, with a red cloak spread out.

He sat on the main seat, resting his chin with one hand,

Tap your index finger lightly.

Hearing the report from the soldiers, not only was there no anxiety in the brows, but a hint of joy was revealed on the contrary.

"Lu Changkong really left the city."

In the tent, many soldiers also showed strange looks.

"The eunuch knows things like a god, and Beiluo City...is like picking something out of a pocket."

Many soldiers congratulated the prefect Tantaixuan.

There was a gentle smile on Tantai Xuanruya's face.

"Lu Changkong, an old fox, has a vigilant personality and won't leave the city easily. Only a reckless general like Feng Shi, who is full of foul language, can provoke him."

Tantaixuan stood up, and a little sharpness flashed in his refined eyes.

"Let all the martial arts masters dispatch, we will definitely prevent Lu Changkong from returning to Beiluo City today. There is only one chance. If Lu Changkong flees back to the city, he will only defend and not attack. In a few months, I will not be able to attack Beiluo City."

"In addition, let the inside and outside of the city take action. Under internal and external troubles, Beiluo City... will definitely fall."

Tantaixuan put on his helmet, waved his hand, and said.

All the generals clasped their fists and took orders.

...

The sound of horseshoes exploded.

Feng Shi was shocked.

suddenly.

The Beijun army separated, and several figures on horseback attacked and killed Lu Changkong.

Qi and blood roared, and the sound of explosions was deafening.

The body explodes, the master warrior!

Those who came out of the big camp were all masters!

Lu Changkong's head froze slightly, he reined in his horse, and raised its hooves high.

Feng Shi felt relieved and laughed wildly.

The sound of breaking through the sky resounded.

Four figures came out, holding guns, swords, knives, and whisks!

"Luojian Sect, Black Tiger Gang, and... Qingcheng Temple?!"

Lu Changkong's eyes narrowed. Except for one Beijun general, the other three were all martial arts masters!

"People in the martial arts, called by the national teacher, should have helped me Da Zhou, but you and the others actually rebelled and defected to the enemy?!"

Lu Changkong roared loudly, his temples throbbing slightly.

Swinging the long halberd in his hand, a white glow suddenly appeared, colliding with the sword whisk.

With one against three, they did not lose the wind.

Among the Beijun army, Tantaixuan stood on the viewing platform erected, his gaze was also slightly concentrated.

"Lu Changkong's strength has made another breakthrough...Thanks to the help of the three martial arts masters, otherwise, it would be really difficult to stop him."

Tantaixuan was filled with emotion.

"Unfortunately, the master warrior is also a human being."

far away.

Lu Changkong forced the enemy back with one move. Without hesitation, he reined in his horse and turned around, and ran towards Beiluo City at high speed.

He had recently made a breakthrough in strength. He thought everything was under his control, but in the end, the martial arts master actually surrendered to the enemy. Lu Changkong can't be defeated. Once he is captured, Beiluo City will have no one...it will be destroyed!

suddenly.

Lu Changkong's eyes were full of blood, and he was furious.

"Dare!!!"

Lu Changkong roared, his voice bursting into bursts of sound waves.

The city gate that was originally wide open, did not know when it was closed!

On the top of Beiluo City, the city has become a mess.

Warriors from the three great families, dressed in Confucian costumes, are fighting against the soldiers on the top of the wall.

The city gate closed, and Lu Changkong was instantly isolated and helpless.

...

When Ning Zhao pushed Lu Fan, who was in a wheelchair, to the base of the city wall, the entire city of Beiluo was already in dispute.

Behind the city gate, corpses were piled up one after another. Lu Changkong's trusted general was pierced through the chest by a long spear, knelt on the ground, glared angrily, and was out of breath.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

Confucian warriors from the three aristocratic families beheaded the gate guards, and after seizing power, they closed the city gates.

Lu Fan frowned, his face was slightly pale, he covered his mouth and nose with a thin woolen blanket, and it was difficult for him to get used to the smell of blood.

Ning Zhao and Yi Yue are alright, they are warriors, they are used to fighting and killing.

Even Ni Yu has seen blood.

On the contrary, it was Lu Fan who saw this tragic scene like a Shura field for the first time.

"My son..."

Ning Zhao looked at Lu Fan with some concern.

Lu Fan waved his hand, and a look of enlightenment flashed in his eyes.

This is the chaos...

In troubled times, human life is worthless, even if he has a system attribute panel, if he cannot survive, everything is empty talk.

This is the rule of this world and this era.

"I'm fine."

Lu Fan said lightly.

"I just don't like the smell of blood."

far away.

Three Confucian scholars in green shirts held blood-stained swords and stopped Lu Fan and the others.

"stop!"

They glanced at Lu Fan who was sitting in a wheelchair with strange expressions.

Young Master Lu in Beiluo City was recognized by people from the three major families, but it was a bit strange that this sick Young Master Lu appeared in front of the tower now.

The three Confucian scholars and warriors from aristocratic families looked at each other, all showing strange smiles.

"Young Master Lu, this is not a suitable place for you to recite poems and ask willows. Go back quickly. It is not appropriate for a disabled person to come here."

"Beiluo City is about to change hands, lame Lu, hurry up and pack up your things and run for your life."

"Escape? How long can this cripple live without his father? But his maid is pretty good, I can laugh at him later."

The three Confucian scholars sneered, not caring about Lu Fan's expression.

In the past, they would maintain a refined posture when they saw Lu Fan, but now, there was nothing to be hypocritical about tearing their skins apart.

A cripple in a wheelchair, three maidservants, this combination... is really quite funny.

Of course, these three aristocratic Confucian scholars and warriors did not take it lightly.

Because Ning Zhao broke through the master, his energy and blood were restrained, and he didn't wear a weapon, so he couldn't see his strength.

Instead, they stared at Yiyue vigilantly. With a long whip pinned to her waist, Yiyue was obviously a warrior.

Moreover, judging by Yiyue's complexion, the qi and blood are flowing, and her temples are agitating, she is afraid that she is not weak!

As for Ni Yu holding the umbrella...

It's just a cute thing.

On Ning Zhao's beautiful face, no emotion could be seen.

On the one hand, Yi Yue had already drawn out her long whip, her eyes were cold.

Ni Yu held the umbrella handle and leaned next to Lu Fan, her petite body trembling.

Lu Fan was sitting in a wheelchair, with his fingers folded on the thin woolen blanket on his legs, his eyes raised, and his eyes fell on the chaotic city in the distance, his brows slightly frowned.

It's still a mess.

Since the system released this task, there will be no surprises.

"Dare to humiliate the young master... die!"

Yi Yue Hu Mei's face was full of evil spirits.

The long whip lashed the ground, making a sound like firecrackers.

but……

Ning Zhao put her hand on Yi Yue's shoulder.

"Xiaoyue, you guard the young master."

Ning Zhao said.

Words fell.

Su patted the handle on the wheelchair.

clang.

A cold glow instantly flew out.

A long sword as thin as a cicada's wings was actually installed in this wheelchair.

Start with the long sword.

Ning Zhao's figure has already swept away like a breeze, and there are continuous bursts of strange noises from his body exploding.

The three aristocratic Confucian scholars were startled.

The next moment, the hair stood on end.

"Body explodes, Grandmaster warrior?!"

"Grandmaster is a servant girl?! What kind of pomp is this?!"

"Damn it! Run away!"

...

The three Confucian scholars from aristocratic families never imagined that the gentle and charming maidservant who was as quiet as a virgin was actually a master warrior.

They were trembling and had no fighting spirit.

Turn around quickly, and want to escape.

However……

For the three second-rate warriors, facing the grandmaster, running for their lives is a luxury.

Pooh!

The white glow passed through the gap like a white horse, and wiped the necks of the three of them in an instant.

The green shirts were stained with blood, and the three warriors died on the spot.

Crash.

The breeze is blowing, and there is no dust.

When Ning Zhao returned, she flicked off the blood on the thin sword like a cicada's wing with her slender fingers, and the long sword returned to its sheath and returned to the handle of the back of the wheelchair.

Lu Fan frowned, covering his mouth and nose with a thin wool blanket.

He didn't even look at the three Confucian scholars who were killed.

"Sister Ning, go to the tower."

Lu Fan covered his nose with one hand, tapped the thin blanket with the other, and said.

At first, the voice trembled slightly.

Then...

Calm.

Ning Zhao smiled like a flower, and responded softly. Pushing the wheelchair with her hands, she walked past the three corpses with lotus steps, and went straight to the tower.

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