Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Beiluo.

Island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Fan was sitting on the Thousand Blade Chair, arranging a chess game and recovering his soul strength.

Xiao Yinglong had water in his mouth, playing with Tianji Pigeon very happily.

suddenly.

Lu Fan's eyes moved slightly while he was playing chess.

He dropped a chess piece, and the sound of the piece rubbing against the board was soft.

Raising his head, his gaze calmly and indifferently looked out of the island in the middle of the lake, and the dense fog formed by the aura was pierced by his gaze.

At a glance, he saw Ximen Xianzhi slithering towards him, stepping on a sword.

"Young Master Lu, dare to fight!"

Ximen Xianzhi held his hands behind his back, and the clothes on his body fluttered, with confidence and a bit of arrogance of a swordsman.

Lu Fan was no stranger to Ximen Xianzhi, after all, Ximen Xianzhi's lightsaber technique was taught by him.

However, the other party actually appeared on Beiluo Lake... to challenge him.

Lu Fan was a little speechless.

Who gave him the courage?

Sword Saint Hua Dongliu?

No matter who it was, Lu Fan didn't care.

"It's been a long time since anyone dared to challenge me."

Lu Fan leaned on the Thousand Blade Chair, his eyes flickered slightly, and the smile on his face was half a smile but not a smile.

Ximen Xianzhi was like a white goose that had lost its direction, crashing headlong into the thick fog. He knew Lu Fan's strength. After all, no one would dare to underestimate Lu Fan's title as the number one practitioner in the world.

Therefore, Ximen Xianzhi used all his strength when he made a move.

boom!

The sword under his feet oscillated the water flow, making the water on the lake surface seem to boil and explode.

Ximen Xianzhi soared into the sky.

He put his two fingers together, his eyes were bright, and he gathered the light into a sword!

On Beiluo Lake, the light seemed to dim in an instant, and Ximen Xianzhi was holding a twisted lightsaber in his hand.

The lightsaber was huge, and it suddenly cut down on the figure on the Baiyujing Pavilion on the island in the middle of the lake.

The speed of the lightsaber was so fast that the lake seemed to be cut open.

The power of the most powerful attack erupted by a practitioner in the Tibetan realm cannot be underestimated.

On the shore of Beiluo Lake.

Many spectators stared.

Ximen Xianzhi's method was indeed somewhat beyond everyone's expectations. Even Jing Yue, Nie Changqing and others might take such a sword seriously.

Pity……

Jing Yue shook his head.

It's only this level, but it's still far away.

Ximen Xianzhi didn't go down the mountain for a long time, so he didn't know how scary the young master was.

The overlord in the crowd sneered.

At this level, he might not even be able to break through his overlord's defense, but he actually wants to challenge that monster Lu Pingan...

Sword idiot, really a little idiot.

On the island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Fan smiled.

The laughter was not loud, but it spread out, and it spread on Beiluo Lake, causing ripples on the surface of the lake.

"With such strength... challenge me, are you insulting me?"

The plain voice and the noisy lake suddenly froze.

The fluctuating water flow, the flowing mist, etc., all seem to be stagnant.

As soon as Ximen Xianzhi's body became cold, a huge pressure made him completely out of breath, as if his physical body was about to be crushed.

He raised his head and stared at the figure sitting upright on the White Jade Pavilion.

His lightsaber still cut down fearlessly.

On the attic.

Lu Fan stretched out two fingers and squeezed lightly.

Ximen Xianzhi's lightsaber was crushed by Lu Fan, turning into countless spots of light.

Ximen Xianzhi's pupils shrank.

However, Lu Fan was sitting in a wheelchair, pointing at him from afar with a finger.

Ximen Xianzhi felt a dangerous feeling in his heart.

He growled violently.

The "Chaoju" sword under his feet suddenly raised high, and he held it in his hand.

However……

Ximen Xianzhi actually felt like a mayfly shaking the tree.

Click...

Lu Fan tapped his finger lightly.

Chaoju sword burst into pieces.

The shattered sword blade scraped across Ximen Xianzhi's cheek, leaving bloodstains.

Lu Fan's finger moved forward again.

Boom!

Ximen Xianzhi only felt a terrible impact, which made him a little confused.

The surface of the lake exploded, and Lu Fan pointed out a terrible shock wave, tearing up the fog on the surface of the lake.

It hit Ximen Xianzhi's body.

Ximen Xianzhi gritted his teeth and coughed up blood, the Bitao sword was unsheathed behind his back and blocked in front of him.

However……

The shock wave hits.

The Betao Sword also burst into countless fragments suddenly.

Ximen Xianzhi was hit by a huge force and coughed up blood.

The whole person, his head is dumbfounded...

Boom!

It was as if there was an explosion.

Ximen Xianzhi's body was blown away and flew upside down from the lake. The people on the lakeside looked at Ximen Xianzhi who stepped into the thick fog and flew upside down within three or four seconds, and their expressions suddenly became strange.

Ximen Xianzhi flew upside down, flew out of Beiluo Lake, flew out of the shore of Beiluo Lake, arced in the air, and his body kept spinning.

The eyes of Bawang and others flickered, and a hint of horror emerged in their hearts.

They shot out, chasing Ximen Xianzhi who was flying upside down.

Ximen Xianzhi's body flew across the ten-mile long street.

At last……

It smashed hard on the city wall of Beiluo.

Boom!

There was a loud bang.

Ximen Xianzhi's body was almost completely embedded in the city wall.

On the tower.

Many defenders were stunned.

They went downstairs one after another and looked at Ximen Xianzhi embedded in the city wall with weird and curious expressions.

Ximen Xianzhi felt that his sword heart was about to collapse, and he looked at the gloomy sky and the snow flying in the sky with some confusion.

Body Tibetan realm... Isn't it the first-class realm in the world?

why……

Does he feel like an ant?

Ximen Xianzhi was very confused. If he lost a hard fight with Lu Fan, he would not be confused. After all, he had fought before.

But now... what is it?

Lu Fan moved a finger...

So he pinned him in the city wall, and shattered the two swords given to him by Huadongliu.

Ximen Xianzhi suddenly felt a little depressed, and felt the urge to cry.

Young Master Lu is definitely not in the Tibetan realm...

Absolutely beyond the existence of the Tibetan realm!

That absolute gap made Ximen Xianzhi very desperate.

It is right to challenge the strong.

After all, the challenger can achieve self-breakthrough under the pressure of battle.

But the premise is to ensure that you will not be crushed, otherwise... it is very likely that your mentality will explode.

He remembered Mo Tianyu's hexagrams.

But I was a little unwilling in my heart, what about the "good luck" that I said?

On the island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Fan smiled.

He stretched out his palm and grabbed lightly, as if grasping in the void.

thereafter.

The pupils of Ximen Xianzhi, who was inlaid on the city wall, shrank, and a look of fear suddenly appeared in his pupils.

Is it not over yet?

boom!

He felt a huge suction coming from the island in the middle of the lake.

Ximen Xianzhi's body was pulled off the city wall by this suction force, crossed the ten-mile long street again, and rushed straight into the misty lake center island.

The speed was too fast, the eyes of the fast Ximen Xianzhi were confused.

When everything is clear.

Ximen Xianzhi just felt that his body was stuffed into the ground...

The huge tightness made him a little desperate to breathe.

He found himself buried in the ground with only his head left outside.

He couldn't move, not even a finger.

Ximen Xianzhi was dumbfounded.

He was planted in the ground like an onion?

Above the pavilion of Baiyujing.

Lu Fan didn't take it seriously, took a sip of the wine while holding the bronze wine glass, and the pleasant wind blew his body.

It's been a long time since I planted green onions, and it seems that the craftsmanship has not fallen.

There are boats by the lake, swinging leisurely.

Lu Dongxuan and Jing Yue landed on the island in a lone boat.

When they saw Ximen Xianzhi, whose head was left on the ground, their faces twitched.

Looking at this familiar scene, Jing Yue pursed his lips.

He thought of Mo Tianyu from the past, who was planted in the ground by the young master in the same way.

If he hadn't talked with Mo Tianyu every day, Mo Tianyu might have lost hope in the world.

And now, talking about Ximen Xianzhi.

It's really unbearable.

Jing Yue shook his head, he came to Ximen Xianzhi's side with Jing Tianjian on his back.

"Senior brother Ximen...don't ask you to challenge the young master...you must not listen."

"Fortunately, the son is kind-hearted. He didn't slap you to death. He just planted you in the ground. This should be for the sake of the Jiange Pavilion Master... When the Pavilion Master pulls you out, you can live."

"The one who was planted by the young master last time...was Master's first disciple, Mo Tianyu. That time, thanks to my company and care, he didn't die. Brother Ximen...do you want Xiaojing to talk to you?"

Jing Yue squatted beside Ximen Xianzhi, said.

Ximen Xianzhi was a bit vicissitudes, his eyes were slightly red as if sand had been thrown into them.

"You said... who was the last one planted on the ground?"

Ximen Xianzhi asked with trembling lips.

"It was Mo Tianyu, the head disciple of Confucianism... the master came in person to pull him out."

Jing Yue said.

"In order not to let Mo Tianyu die, I have broken my heart..."

"Senior Brother Ximen, do you want to accompany you? Do you want to talk with you? If you want to, you have to say it sooner. If you don't say it sooner, I might not know."

Jing Yue babbled.

Suddenly, he didn't notice that Ximen Xianzhi's expression was unlovable.

When he learned the truth, he burst into tears.

Lu Dongxuan also looked at Ximen Xianzhi with some sympathy.

It's too bad...

"Xianzhi, it's admirable to challenge Young Master's courage, but at least you have to enter the sky lock before you come to challenge..."

"Just a mere Tizang to challenge the young master, aren't you messing around?"

"The Huadongliu's old stuff is unreliable. Is it because I didn't like you a long time ago and let you mess around like this?"

Lu Dongxuan said.

Ximen Xianzhi didn't want to talk.

In fact, Lu Dongxuan and Jing Yue were relieved to see the Ximen Xianzhi planted in the ground.

Being planted in the ground meant that Lu Fan did not intend to kill Ximen Xianzhi.

Otherwise, with the young master's temper, Ximen Xianzhi wouldn't be able to live for three seconds.

"Are you free?"

Suddenly.

Lu Fan's calm voice came from the pavilion.

Jing Yue who was chatting with Ximen Xianzhi suddenly jumped up from the ground.

Lu Dongxuan also rubbed his hands, smiling all over his face.

"It's been so long, and no practitioners have been born in the sky lock. I'm very disappointed in you."

Lu Fan's tone was neither happy nor sad.

But Jing Yue's heart tightened when he heard it.

Isn't he the son's most promising cub? !

"My lord, Jing Yue has realized something, so let's go to the trial tower to practice!"

Jing Yue said.

Then, turning around, the Sedum sword was unsheathed, turned into a shocking sword light, and the sword crossed the lake.

Lu Dongxuan smiled, jumped into the boat, floated out, and disappeared.

On the island in the middle of the lake, it became quiet again.

Lu Fan continued to play chess with a gentle breeze.

As for Ximen Xianzhi, he didn't bother to pay attention to it, so he just treated it as a new scenic spot on the island in the middle of the lake.

Under Chaotianju and Biluotao, Ximen Xianzhi's head sticking out of the ground made people feel a bit bleak.

suddenly.

Ximen Xianzhi felt a weight in his head.

It seemed that something was pressing on the top of his head.

A tail fell down and flicked continuously in front of Ximen Xianzhi's eyes.

Xiao Yinglong played around Ximen Xianzhi's head full of curiosity.

He pursed his mouth, "Zi" out a water arrow, and shot it at Ximen Xianzhi's face.

The painful Ximen Xianzhi almost shed tears.

He...was miserable.

Mo Tianyu... the next time we meet, swords have no eyes, life and death don't matter!

However, it was buried in the soil.

Ximen Xianzhi's heart suddenly became quiet.

The wind from the lake on the island was rippling, and the rustling sound from the swaying bamboo forest calmed his impetuous heart a bit.

He looked at the leisurely and lonely figure playing chess in the pavilion, detached, like a banished fairy, which made Ximen Xianzhi somewhat amazed.

Ximen Xianzhi challenged Young Master Lu, and the ending was self-evident.

It didn't make much waves either.

Although some people were curious about Ximen Xianzhi's fate, but Ximen Xianzhi entered the island and never came out again, maybe... she walked very peacefully.

Sima Qingshan smiled and shook his head.

An Miaoyu, who was holding an umbrella beside him, pursed her red lips, feeling a little appalled.

"It is rumored that Young Master Lu has a very bad temper. When I saw you today...it is so."

An Miao said.

"Wonderful words, that's wrong, Young Master Lu's temper is considered mild today."

"The weak challenge the strong, which is a challenge to authority. Even if he dies, he will ask for it... Besides, this person is not dead yet."

Sima Qingshan said.

An Miaoyu was taken aback, "Isn't he dead?"

"There is still one breath left..." Sima Qingshan said.

"Master, is this Ximen Xianzhi stronger? How do you compare with him...?" An Miaoyu was very curious. She was holding an umbrella and fluttering her red cloak.

Sima Qingshan smiled while carrying the bookcase on his back.

"It's half a catty, after all, I'm not good at fighting."

"Let's go, let's go to the trial tower, and after we finish the trial tower, I will take you to visit Young Master Lu."

Sima Qingshan said no more.

The two went to Beiluoxi Mountain.

West Hills.

Under the trial tower.

A group of figures gathered together.

Overlord, Jing Yue and Sima Qingshan all stepped into the trial tower.

On the island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Fan held a piece and dropped it on the chessboard, but his eyes couldn't help but concentrate.

He raised his head and looked at the White Jade Pagoda. The clouds gathered above the White Jade Pagoda like a vortex.

Bawang, Nie Changqing, Ning Zhao, Sima Qingshan and other practitioners who had the most hope of stepping into the sky lock all gathered in the trial tower.

This time, maybe there will be a chance to be born out of the sky lock.

Thinking of this, Lu Fan fell into deep thought.

He looked at Ximen Xianzhi who was buried in the ground with only a head left, thoughtfully.

The weak need to challenge the strong in order to make progress.

And once someone stepped into Tiansuo, no matter if it was Overlord or Nie Zhangqing, unless they came to challenge him, they would never meet an opponent who could bring them pressure.

After what happened today, no one would dare to challenge him, so Lu Fan felt that he had to put some pressure on them.

When they were in the Tibetan realm before, there were homeless people who brought pressure, so their practice speed was much faster.

If you enter the sky lock, where will the pressure... come from?

Lu Fan leaned on the railing to listen to the snow.

This time Ximen Xianzhi challenged him, but it gave him some inspiration.

Lu Fan tapped his finger on the handguard of the wheelchair, his eyes lit up slightly, thoughtful.

With a heart move, he entered the preaching platform.

If it was about pressure, Lu Fan suddenly had a bold idea.

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