Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The rain is getting heavier.

Gradually, the sky and the earth became blurred, the raindrops fell on the ground, and the water vapor raised after the shattering was like a rising curtain covering the sky and the earth.

Outside Beiluo City.

The carriage was beaten by the rain.

Inside the carriage, it was as quiet as usual.

The carriage of Mo Beike and the carriage of Kongxiu, the national teacher, faced each other from a distance. Both sides saw each other, but they never touched each other.

The green bull stepped on the water for three feet, and Li Sansi rode the bull with an umbrella, with a wooden sword pinned to his waist, swaying towards him.

On the road, a carriage galloped past, kicking up rainwater on the ground.

Li Sansi glanced at the carriage.

Riding the horse was a familiar figure.

"Old Ten."

Li Sansi shouted.

The sound was instantly swallowed by the rain, but Nie Zhangqing heard it, looked at Li Sansi, and nodded slightly.

He understood what Li Sansi's purpose was here.

Xie Yunling called Hua Dongliu of the Sword Sect who had the title of Sword Master, and Gong Shuyu, a member of the Organ School, to go to Beiluo together. This was something he never expected.

Nie Zhangqing remembered that Xie Yunling had asked him about the young master's strength.

Nie Zhangqing said that Lu Fan's strength is very strong, so strong that he is not afraid of being an enemy of the whole world.

However.

Xie Yunling finally came.

Is this the last stubbornness of a hundred schools of thought?

Nie Zhangqing sighed softly.

He slowed down the carriage.

Walking slowly with Li Sansi's green cow.

Li Sansi looked at the carriage, as if he saw through the silent woman sitting in the carriage.

Nie Changqing didn't speak, and Li Sansi didn't speak either.

One person rode a bull and the other rode a horse. Under the misty misty rain, they traveled to the outside of Beiluo City.

They saw the carriage of Mo Beike, and also the carriage of the Confucian teacher.

Li Sansi chuckled, Mohist tycoon, Confucian national teacher, they all came...

In addition to Lu Dongxuan, the Tianji family in Beiluo City, almost all the schools are here.

Mo Ju saw Li Sansi and Nie Changqing.

Mo Tianyu also saw it.

The two sides looked at each other silently.

Li Sansi laughed lightly, his voice lingering in the rain.

"Old Ten, you single-handedly broke through the Taoist sect, and I will not be here on that day."

"As the first disciple of the Taoist sect, Li Sansi, the number one of the Taoist sect, it was my fault that I was absent that day. Today, just in time for the meeting, you and I will settle the affairs of the Taoist sect."

Li San thought.

In the carriage, Nie Changqing was slightly taken aback.

He glanced at Li Sansi in bewilderment and surprise.

"you've changed."

Nie Zhangqing said.

"I feel that you have a stronger heart..."

Nie Zhangqing leaned on the carriage frame, his faint voice fluttered, just like Li Sansi, overshadowing the roar of the rain.

If it was Li Sansi in the past, he would be happy to avoid the war.

Mo Ju and Mo Tianyu didn't speak, and in fact, it wasn't their turn to intervene.

"Really? After going through some things, I feel that it is necessary to become stronger. If I don't become stronger, I don't even have the qualifications to protect. The fact is so cruel."

Li Sansi was holding an umbrella, and the edge of the umbrella was like a pillar of rain, which kept sliding down.

"Come on, if you can't beat me, I'll take Sister Ru back."

Li Sansi laughed.

Of course, he was just joking, he knew Nie Zhangqing's weakness very well, how could he force him to fight.

Nie Changqing's face remained unchanged, and the corners of his unshaven mouth twitched slightly.

"Back then you were number one and I was number ten. I didn't even have the right to swing a knife at you."

"Originally, I still had some regrets in Daozong, but now, this regret can be made up for, and you don't have to use Ru'er to provoke me."

Nie Zhangqing said.

Following his words, the butcher's knife placed beside the carriage frame suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably.

The next moment, it turned into a black light and shot out suddenly.

boom!

With Nie Changqing's body as the center, a wave of spiritual energy spread out, and the shaking rain curtain was blown out of the void.

"Yo, above Qi Dan?"

Li Sansi smiled lightly.

The next moment, the breath on his body trembled, and the surrounding rain curtains were scattered.

The umbrella was closed and stacked on the back of the green bull. Li Sansi's face was serious, and the wooden sword at his waist was slowly drawn out, tapping the bull's head lightly.

"What a coincidence...Me too."

Boom!

Words fell.

The rainwater in front of Li Sansi turned into a sharp arrow, and threw it at Nie Zhangqing who was on the carriage.

The raindrops that were shaken away in front of Nie Zhangqing also fell over one after another.

In front of the two, the rain curtain exploded, like thousands of small ice beads sprinkled on the thick ice, constantly beating.

The powerful spiritual pressure caused Mo Ju and Mo Tianyu in the distance to feel inexplicably terrified.

Inside the two carriages.

Both Mo Beike and Kong Xiu squinted their eyes.

There are good shows inside and outside the city.

...

Thousands of ripples were created on the surface of the long lake by the pouring rain.

The lone boat stood still in the lake.

Xie Yunling looked at the island, and the boy in white on the pavilion couldn't help squinting his eyes.

This picturesque young man is the rumored Beiluolu Ping'an?

The magnificent Young Master Lu?

The rain soaked Xie Yunling's clothes, and the palms in his wide sleeves could not help but clenched.

"Old Lutou, your Tianji family has joined Bai Yujing, do you still want to participate in this battle?"

Xie Yunling looked at Lu Dongxuan beside him, and said.

Hua Dongliu and Gong Shuyu also turned their heads and looked at Lu Dongxuan. Lu Dongxuan, dressed in white, seemed somewhat eye-catching in the gray world.

Especially the big gold chain around his neck is even more arrogant.

Lu Dongxuan's ravine-covered face quivered like a swimming snake, and he was laughing.

He recalled the scene of the previous moment.

...

Under a cloudy sky.

Lu Dongxuan climbed up to the second floor of Bai Yujing's pavilion step by step, and stood behind Lu Fan who was sitting in a silver wheelchair with his back turned to him.

"My son..."

Lu Dongxuan shook his white shirt and knelt down on the ground.

He opened his mouth, about to speak.

But Lu Fan interrupted him.

"Go, go as soon as you want, let me feel the strength of the masters and families who once dominated the world."

When Lu Fan's faint voice came, Lu Dongxuan couldn't help shaking.

"Something like feelings still has to be there."

"Today, you are Lu Dongxuan, a son of the Tianji family, not the master of the Tianji Pavilion in Baiyujing."

Lu Dongxuan's heartstrings seemed to be shaken, he murmured his lips, and finally kowtowed solemnly.

"Thank you, my lord."

...

The screen is broken.

Lu Dongxuan came back to his senses, looked at Xie Yunling beside him, smiled, and shook the big gold chain around his neck.

"For this battle, I count my old Lu as the first."

Lu Dongxuan's words made Xie Yunling's eyes narrow slightly.

thereafter.

All three of them laughed loudly, and the laughter echoed on the lake, overwhelming the sound of the rain.

Startled the fish in the water to scurry.

Boom!

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Sword Saint Hua Dongliu moved first.

He didn't underestimate anything, and the old sword that had been with him for decades suddenly came out of its sheath.

The sword light like a horse cut through the rain curtain falling from the sky, cutting a hole in the rain curtain.

The sound of sword chant resounded like a dragon.

The sword intent on Hua Dongliu's body became stronger and stronger, and the rain slapped his body, but it couldn't stop the flap of his clothes from flying.

The blade of the sword hit the lake, and a ball of spray exploded.

Hua Dongliu brandished his sword and ran across the lake at high speed, stepping towards the island in the middle of the lake.

Xie Yunling also rushed out, he bent down, plunged his two fingers into the lake water, and then suddenly lifted them up.

The lake suddenly "bang", and two jets of water exploded.

Xie Yunling stood on the solitary boat, drawing continuously, the water column lingered around his body, and faint patterns emerged.

Then, he pushed forward suddenly.

The array chart exploded into the lake.

Xie Yunling stepped on the lake water array and shot onto the island at high speed.

Gong Shuyu looked at Xie Yunling and Hua Dongliu who were leaving, his eyes fluctuated. The organist is good at mechanism beasts, but apart from mechanism beasts, the organist is best at making hidden weapons.

Mechanism beasts are useless against Lu Fan, so Gong Shuyu planned to take out the hidden weapon at the bottom of the box this time.

Boom!

He took the boat's pole.

Throwing it out suddenly, the body stood on the boat and rowed out, galloping towards the shore.

And his metal-cast arm clenched tightly, and there was a clanging sound, which resounded continuously.

click click click...

During the rubbing, there was a piercing sound of metal rubbing against each other.

The water of the lake rippled.

Gong Shuyu was extremely serious and meticulous.

finally.

While rubbing his hands, a metal flower bone emerged in his hand.

The beautiful patterns are like the most beautiful poison in the world, deeply attracting people's attention.

"The gimmick... the leader of hidden weapons, Rainstorm Pear Blossom."

Hoarse and somewhat excited, he lingered in Beiluo Lake.

On a lonely boat.

Lu Dongxuan sat cross-legged, his white shirt was soaked by the rain, and his white hair was stuck to his forehead by the rain.

There was a smile and nostalgia on his face.

Faintly, he seemed to see the four people from decades ago. At that time, he was just a kid, young and immature.

At that time, Xie Yunling was still a little Taoist with low self-esteem.

The sword master Hua Dongliu is just a swordsman who carries three boxes on his back and goes to Zhongnan.

At that time, they had fought side by side, stirring up the situation in the martial arts world, and gained a great reputation in the battle.

But now, decades fly by.

They have already become the masters of a hundred schools of thought, and they gather again to fight the final battle for the end of the era.

Lu Dongxuan's eyes froze suddenly, and he lost the silly smile of getting rich suddenly.

He is serious, he is serious.

"Young master... offended."

Lu Dongxuan murmured.

next moment.

His hands rested on the large gold chain around his neck.

The gold chain suddenly fell off and turned into seven gold tubes.

During the burst of energy and blood, and the surge of spiritual energy, the seven golden tubes actually floated in the air.

"Deduce with me, fight."

Lu Dongxuan shouted.

Pushing forward with both palms, the seven suspended golden cylinders began to rotate crazily, and the sound of "buzzing buzzing" resounded endlessly.

Xie Yunling, Hua Dongliu, and Gong Shuyu were all shocked when they heard Lu Dongxuan's words.

"Old Xie, Northeast Thirty."

"Old Hua, the sword is right on target!"

"Gongshuo, thirty-six in the southwest!"

"I resisted the spiritual pressure for you, and you only have one chance to strike!"

Lu Dongxuan shouted loudly.

Afterwards, both palms spread out suddenly.

As the seven golden cylinders turned, the ear-piercing sounds became more and more harsh.

On the island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Mu had mixed emotions, Jing Yue looked at the figure stepping on the water, pursing his lips.

Although Ni Yu, Yi Yue, Bai Qingniao and the others were curious, they were not overly excited.

Mingyue sits on the bluestone, with crisp hands falling on the pipa, accompanied by the sound of the rapid rain, the sound of playing, big and small beads falling on the jade plate, crisp and melodious.

None of them made a move.

Even Ning Zhao, who was in the Tibetan realm, didn't do anything.

He just quietly held an umbrella for Lu Fan.

The second floor of Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.

Lu Fan was leaning on the silver wheelchair, holding a sunspot in his hand.

Looking at the three people attacking from three directions, their faces were as usual, and they fell lightly.

Slap.

The terrifying spiritual pressure is suddenly released!

boom!

Like a storm, it spread around Lu Fan's body.

Lu Fan did not use the spiritual pressure of the third level of refining Qi, he still only used the spiritual pressure of the second level of refining Qi.

Because he wanted to see the true strength of the schools of thought.

Ok?

Suddenly, Lu Fan raised his eyebrows.

The spiritual pressure spread around his body, but there were also weak spots. Ordinary people couldn't find it at all, and they had no chance to find it, but Lu Dongxuan found it.

The location Lu Dongxuan mentioned is the weak point of the spiritual pressure.

Although he couldn't lure all the spiritual pressure away, he was able to break through the surface and lure away the spiritual pressure from these three places, creating opportunities for Hua Dongliu, Xie Yunling and Gong Shuyu!

The three of Xie Yunling felt their throats being strangled.

The body relaxes.

They understood that it was Lu Dongxuan who resisted the spiritual pressure for them.

They didn't hesitate.

They landed on the islands.

The blood in the body boiled and rushed out.

The three old men showed a stronger fighting spirit and will than the young men.

Boom!

"Young Master Lu, I... Daozong, Xie Yunling! Please enlighten me!"

As the rain slapped his face, Xie Yunling suddenly took a picture of the lake array drawn by two fingers.

During the rotation of the formation, a water snake appeared faintly from it.

He jumped at Lu Fan who was sitting on the second floor of the pavilion.

Hoarse and low, words that sounded like words sharpened by gravel came from Gong Shuyu's mouth.

"Young Master Lu, my servant... the organist, Gong Shuyu! Please enlighten me!"

Words fell.

The metal flower tightly held in the metal hand was turned like a bamboo dragonfly by him, and accompanied by the sound of metal rubbing, it flew out.

With the clanging sound, the metal flower seemed to come alive, the petals bloomed, and the dense silver needles flew towards Lu Fan with the rain.

A sharp sword chant.

Sword Saint Hua Dongliu drew out his sword, and a silver glow suddenly appeared in the air.

One into two, two into three, three into five!

Ten of five!

One sword turned into ten Dongliu swords!

The ten swords slashed down rapidly from all directions, like a flying waterfall flowing eastward!

"Young Master Lu, my servant...Sword School, Huadongliu! Please enlighten me!"

The three gentlemen, at this moment, seemed to have washed away the lead dust and showed their ultimate elegance!

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