Building The Ultimate Fantasy

imperial capital.

Ten Mile Street.

The long street under the setting sun exudes a blood-like luster, chilling, cold and thick.

Today was destined to be a bloody day, and the people of the imperial capital hid in their homes early.

Those aristocratic and wealthy families who were high above them in their eyes and untouchable like fierce tigers continued to let out mournful and bloody howls one after another.

While making the people happy, they are also filled with infinite fear.

Therefore, the long street is empty.

The blood on Luo Cheng's armor was still wet, and He Shou, who was being carried by him, looked desperate.

At the other end of the long street, there is a mighty army wearing armor and holding a shield.

This is an orthodox army, and it is hard for Luo Cheng to imagine that such an army exists in the imperial capital.

In the carriage, Nie Zhangqing sat quietly, looking at the army with a calm expression.

The curtain was lifted, Ning Zhao, Yi Yue walked out one after another.

The heavy shield hit the ground, and the soldiers put their long knives in the gaps of the shields, like a wall of knives, slowly moving forward.

Behind the knife wall, there was a cold voice.

"You and others killed seventeen families of the imperial capital, killed twenty-one ministers, and destroyed the foundation of the Great Zhou Dynasty. This is the source of chaos, and the crime is heinous."

"The imperial capital is at the feet of the emperor, how can you allow the thugs like Deer to commit such crimes!"

"Today, we are following the order of the prime minister to arrest you and other rebels! Those who cause rebellion will be killed without mercy!"

A Confucian scholar in green shirt, riding a red horse, pulling the rein, said loudly.

"kill!"

The army immediately exploded in order, like a thunderous explosion.

This is an elite army specially trained by Prime Minister Zhao Kuo.

There were a lot of people, more than 8,000 people, densely packed, surrounding the entire long street.

Five hundred versus eight thousand.

The degree of disparity in this battle is no less than that of Overlord's famous battle in Wolong Ridge.

Beside the green-clothed Confucian scholar, there was a young man in a broad robe and a crane cloak, sitting on a sedan chair, which was lifted by six servants.

"Mr. Du."

The Confucian scholar in green shirt bowed to the young man in the toga robe and crane cloak.

This person is called Du Tao, originally a first-class warrior in the world, although his strength is good, but in the great Zhou Dynasty, he is nothing.

However, during the battle of Wolong Ridge, he accidentally got immortal fate and obtained spiritual energy in the secret realm. Since then, he found that his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and he is stronger than ordinary masters. He is invincible in all the rivers and lakes of the imperial capital.

Later, he was greeted by the prime minister Zhao Kuo in person, and entered the prime minister's mansion as a guest minister.

After entering the prime minister's mansion, Du Tao's heart swelled, because he was admired by thousands of people, and he felt that he was superior. Even if the prime minister saw him, he would treat him with courtesy.

Du Tao swelled so much that he even imitated the number one cultivator in the world, the Young Master Beiluo Lu, who would never walk if he could sit... with six servants to carry the sedan chair.

Today, Master Xiang sent someone to personally invite him to cooperate with eight thousand elite soldiers to besiege and kill five hundred cavalry in Beiluo, as well as Young Master Lu's maidservant and coachman.

Du Tao refused at first, because he knew that he was weak enough to deal with ordinary warriors, but if he really faced a practitioner, a practitioner under Young Master Lu, he might die miserably.

However, Du Tao was tempted by repeated invitations from the Prime Minister.

With 8,000 well-equipped warriors and elite soldiers, together with a few master warriors and a practitioner like himself, perhaps they can really keep Young Master Lu's maidservant and coachman.

Wealth and wealth are sought in insurance.

Once successful, Du Tao may be able to obtain the cultivation method and practice method from Young Master Lu's maid and coachman.

He can go one step further.

Therefore, Du Tao was tempted.

So, he appeared on Long Street.

In the carriage.

Ning Zhao shook her hand, and the cicada-winged sword slipped out of her sleeve robe.

"There is spiritual energy, and there are practitioners on the opposite side..."

Ning Zhao's red lips parted lightly,

road.

"But... so weak."

"It's so weak that it can hardly be sensed..."

Nie Zhangqing stood up holding the butcher's knife, "It should be the lucky one who got the fairy fate in Wolongling fairy palace back then."

Ning Zhao suddenly laughed.

"What... does this person want to do?"

Nie Zhangqing twisted his neck, "With the help of eight thousand elite soldiers, we will surround and kill us with crowd tactics, and we want to get the practice method from us..."

"This is the first time that a cultivator dared to challenge our disciple Bai Yujing..."

"interesting."

"What would you do if you met such an ignorant practitioner?"

Yi Yue rolled up her long whip and sneered, "Of course he was beaten to death."

Compared to Ning Zhao, Nie Changqing's chatter and laughter were lively.

Luo Cheng was extremely nervous, and his hand holding the knife was clenched blue. After all, he was not a practitioner, and five hundred enemies against eight thousand were a dead end for him.

Even a grand master with seven or eight rings can't do it, let alone Luo Cheng is no more than a first-class general.

Crash.

Nie Zhangqing jumped down and landed beside Luo Cheng, Luo Cheng let go, and the black butcher's knife rested on He Shou's neck.

"Aren't you good at writing essays?"

"Call me Zhao Kuo, and scold the army fiercely."

What Nie Changqing said made He Shou tremble.

Pushed and shoved by Nie Zhangqing, he walked out step by step.

His legs were trembling, facing eight thousand elite soldiers, but a cold butcher's knife was hung on his neck.

So, he cursed.

As soon as he opened his mouth, a sharp arrow shot out and pierced his right chest...

He Shou's eyes widened, and he raised his head in disbelief. Among the eight thousand elite soldiers, there were Confucian scholars in green shirts riding horses and holding curved bows, the strings of which were still stretched.

"you……"

He Shou's mouth was bleeding, and his face became more and more ferocious.

With a sarcasm on his face, Qingshan Rushan shot another arrow, piercing He Shou's shoulder.

Nie Zhangqing let go of the butcher's knife on He Shou's neck.

With a face full of madness, He Shou staggered forward.

A hoarse and unwilling roar came out of his mouth.

A picture appeared in front of his eyes.

In the picture, he is in high spirits in the prime minister's mansion. He writes the proclamation with a pen, which attracts applause from all the halls.

Especially the Prime Minister sitting in the high position, with kindness and admiration.

But at this moment, He Shou realized that Prime Minister Zhao Kuo's benevolent smile contained endless cold killing intent.

Arrows came one after another, turning He Shou into a hedgehog with arrows all over his body.

The cunning rabbit dies, the running dog cooks.

He Shou has already lost his vitality.

Arrows shot past He Shou's body and shot at Nie Zhangqing and others.

Ning Zhao moved, raised her hand, and released the spiritual pressure. She was at the peak of the Qidan state, and the pressure of the spiritual pressure was extremely strong.

Arrows fell to the ground one by one.

Du Tao, the six servants carrying the sedan chair, was wearing a crane cloak, narrowed his eyes, and his heart trembled slightly... so strong.

"Don't use arrows, use crowd tactics, surround and kill!"

He is well aware of the weaknesses of cultivators. A cultivator's aura is limited. Once the aura is exhausted, he is actually not much stronger than ordinary warriors.

Hearing this, the young man in Confucian shirt waved an order.

As Xiang Ye said, only the practitioner knows the weakness of the practitioner.

The army gave up archery, pushed their shields one after another, and rushed to kill with swords.

Eight thousand soldiers, on the long street, are like a torrent of steel.

...

Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.

The leisurely lake breeze blew up Lu Fan's drooping temples.

The entire Baiyujing Pavilion was extremely quiet, only the sound of sparrows and crows flying was lingering.

After Xiang Shaoyun finished speaking, he looked at Lu Fan with burning eyes.

Lu Dongxuan felt as if he had heard something that he shouldn't have heard...

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair, glanced at Xiang Shaoyun, raised the bronze wine glass in his hand, and said to Ni Yu, "Xiao Ni, add more wine."

"Here."

Ni Yu hurriedly took a spoonful of wine and poured it into the glass.

Lu Fan took a sip of wine, with no expression of joy or anger on his face.

"You let me down a little..."

After a long time, Lu Fan spoke.

Xiang Shaoyun's face froze immediately, and he frowned slightly.

"Why did Young Master Lu say such a thing?"

Holding the bronze wine glass, Lu Fan leaned against the carved wooden railing, looked at the misty water on the lake, and said flatly, "You still don't understand the true meaning of a cultivator."

"I thought you came to Bai Yujing to seek enlightenment, but unfortunately... I was very disappointed."

"There is Mo Beike in North County, there is Sword Sect in South County, and there is Kong Xiu, the national teacher in Great Zhou..."

"But whether it's Mobeike or the national teacher, none of them are practitioners, and some of them are just schemes, relying on calculating the world..."

"Although you don't have the help of Mo Beike and the national teacher, you are different from them. You are a practitioner... the overlord of the West County who has been preached by immortals and enlightened by the devil."

Lu Fan said while drinking.

Xiang Shaoyun's body trembled, how did Lu Fan know that he sacrificed himself to become a demon, and was enlightened by the demon master? !

Moreover, Lu Fan's words also made him fall into deep thought.

Lu Fan took a sip of wine and said lightly, "You are a practitioner, this is your greatest advantage, enough to crush any conspiracy..."

"In this world, strength is everything."

As soon as these words came out, Xiang Shaoyun's body trembled.

Lu Fan was not in a hurry, picked up a chess piece from the chess box, raised it high, and landed on the spiritual pressure chessboard with a crisp "click", and there was a faint brilliance.

Lu Fan's mind moved, he was going to teach Ba Wang a lesson today.

Nearly 500 wisps of spiritual energy in the body were suddenly mobilized.

boom!

The invisible spiritual pressure was released suddenly.

The lake water around the island in the center of the lake suddenly sank several meters.

On the Baiyu Jing Pavilion, there was a strong wind, Lu Dongxuan's face turned pale instantly, and the big gold chain around his neck was shaking non-stop.

Xiang Shaoyun stood up suddenly, and nine wisps of devilish energy surged out of his body automatically, protecting his whole body.

However……

In front of Lu Fan's spiritual pressure.

His demonic energy was completely dissipated.

Xiang Shaoyun couldn't bear the terrifying pressure, his spine seemed to be broken, he took several steps back and knelt on one knee...

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, with flying hair on his temples and a white shirt, like an exile.

Out of the ethereal, he looked at Xiang Shaoyun faintly.

"Besides, have you ever thought about who in the world is qualified to be my assistant, Lu Ping'an?"

"do you have it?"

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