Most afraid, the air is suddenly quiet.
Ni Yu raised her head and looked at the familiar figure behind her. The expression on her face gradually froze, and she felt that the flesh on her face was a little stiff.
Even when the sugar-coated elixir fell into the snow, she didn't feel distressed.
Of course, it's also because the sugar-coated elixir does not take more than one breath to fall on the ground, and it is still edible to pick it up and blow it up.
"Grand... son?!"
Ni Yu said.
Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair and looked at Ni Yu calmly.
However, he did not punish Ni Yu, after all, Lu Fan had a very good temper.
With a glance of Lu Fan's eyes and a move of his hand, a pebble by the lake flew towards him and floated. Lu Fan raised his finger and wrote lightly on it.
A little bit of stone dust spilled.
Afterwards, with one move of Lu Fan's hand, the cobblestone fell to the ground, just in time to crush the elixir with a "bah".
"My lord, I have retreated for three months, and you may be a little less stressed."
"This cobblestone records the refining method of the 'Body Tempering Pill', you have to take a look first, I need to see the finished product in three days, my lord."
Lu Fan leaned against the wheelchair, his voice was very flat.
Ni Yu didn't know where to place her hands, and looked at the crushed sugar-coated elixir with some heartache.
Son, are you a devil
Why didn't even a single elixir be spared
With trembling hands, she picked up the pebbles from the ground, and saw the densely packed small words on them, which were Danfang.
To engrave the Dan recipe on the pebbles, no one else would be so casual except the young master.
Ni Yu pouted.
Facing the young master, does she dare to say no
"My lord... Is the retreat over?"
Ning Zhao looked at Lu Fan, his eyes lit up slightly, he gently pulled his blue hair, and said.
Lu Fan nodded.
"Young Master, Jing Yue and the others have all left the island to fight against the barbarians in various counties."
Ning Zhao said: "A huge crisis has occurred in the world."
"I know."
Lu Fan was very calm and not surprised.
Ning Zhao was taken aback, but after thinking about it, how could the young master not know about such a thing
Don't see that young master seldom goes out of the island, but he sits alone in the pavilion and knows everything about the world.
There is light snow in the sky.
It fell between the hair strands of several people, adding a few white fluffs.
Of course, Bai Xue couldn't fall on Lu Fan's body, the invisible air flow circulated around his body, scattering Bai Xue away.
Lu Fan was wearing a white cloak and propped his chin on one hand.
Afterwards, the thousand-blade chair moved automatically, got off the Baiyujing Pavilion, and headed towards the surface of Beiluo Lake.
Ni Yu was holding the pebble, and Ning Zhao also looked at it puzzled.
In the distance, Yi Yue who was practicing also opened her eyes and hurried over.
lake.
As if sensing Lu Fan's breath, Xiao Yinglong broke through the ice, but after being comforted by Lu Fan, he went back into the lake again.
The Thousand Blade Chair moved slowly, ran over the lake, and floated on the lake like a lone boat.
Tear apart two ripples on the surface of the lake.
Lu Fan came to the center of the lake and slowly raised his hand.
The surface of the lake suddenly parted on both sides.
Seeing this strange scene, Ni Yu and the others were stunned.
But at the bottom of the lake, there is a huge golden ball floating out, and there are five colors in the golden ball floating up and down.
There was a magnificent and majestic aura being released, which made Ning Zhao and the others on the island feel panic.
Even Ning Zhao, who was in the Tibetan realm, didn't even dare to look directly at the golden ball.
"Then... what is that?!"
Ning Zhao felt a little appalled.
Ni Yu held the cobblestone in her hands and swallowed her saliva: "Could it be the big hemp ball made by the young master?"
Ning Zhao: "..."
On Beiluo Lake.
Lu Fan's hair fluttered, and he watched the origin of the plane that was floating up, which was equivalent to the diameter of the black pot, stretched out his hand... the palm of his hand was attached to it.
hum...
Strange fluctuations began to surge.
At the top of Bai Yujing, the clouds broke open and turned into a vortex, like an upside-down funnel.
Between heaven and earth, strange changes began to occur indistinctly.
…
South County.
Outside the city of Nanjin, it was raining continuously.
The air was filled with thick blood.
The situation on the battlefield has been brought under control, Jing Yue's white shirt is not stained with blood, and he stabs at the barbarian army with his Jing Tian sword.
With one stab, the sword energy was drawn out for hundreds of meters, and the bodies of many barbarians who were stabbed collapsed and were seriously injured.
Under such a stabbing, Jing Yue felt that his sword intent seemed to be condensed a lot.
far away.
Sword Saint Hua Dongliu looked at Jing Yue's sword stabbing, his eyes lit up slightly.
Perhaps the essence of kendo is to simplify the sword moves and change the basics. One stab, one swing, one sweep is actually extremely difficult to do well.
Unexpectedly, Jing Yue was able to realize this level.
Hua Dongliu can naturally see what the purpose of Jingyue is. Jing Yue wants to condense his sword intent, just like his Dongliu sword intent. When a sword comes out, it is like a rushing river flowing eastward, enveloping the power of Dongliu, possessing the power of Dongliu. Great power.
In order to comprehend this Dongliu Sword Intent, Huadongliu spent thirty years.
Huadongliu flew down from the city wall.
He pulled out the "Chaoju" and swung it violently. Countless sword shadows gathered around the sword body. In the next moment, they rushed out like flowing water.
Huadong drifted to the ground and landed beside Jing Yue.
"To comprehend the meaning of the sword, you need to have a breath in your heart. You have to understand what you want in your heart, what your sword... wants."
East China Channel.
"The sword has intentions. If you understand the meaning of the sword, you can condense the intention of the sword in one go."
Hua Dongliu looked at Jing Yue and said with a smile.
"Today's times are different. The emergence of aura makes the sword alive and makes it easier to condense the sword intent... You experience it with your heart."
Jing Yue nodded, holding the Sedum Sword.
Slowly closing his eyes, the aura in the qi pill was surging and brewing.
Hua Dongliu didn't speak, and charged out with his sword in hand.
Although they belong to the grasslands, but... the world is not just the world of the court, these grasslands are also an important part of the world.
How could they sit idly by when the barbarians invaded
In the battle in Nanjun, after all parties came to help, they had a huge advantage, and the barbarians began to retreat.
After Tang Yimo opened the second pulse, he became even more like a madman, killing all directions.
Those weird black-robed priests were all wiped out by Tang Yimo.
In the jungle.
There seemed to be the sound of the ground roaring.
That burly figure appeared from the depths of the dense forest.
The ground beneath his feet was constantly wriggling, propelling him forward.
Tang Yimo's body tensed up suddenly. The moment this person appeared, he felt a huge pressure.
"Is Bai Yujing a practitioner?"
This burly man was wrapped in a black robe, but his movements were very gentle and graceful.
He glanced at Jing Yue in the distance, and finally his eyes fell on Tang Yimo.
"You are practicing magic skills, and falling into the devil's way is a sin."
The man in black clasped his fingers across his chest, like an elegant Confucian scholar.
However, that burly body was incompatible with his temperament.
Tang Yimo didn't talk nonsense.
His whole body was red, and the veins seemed to float out of his body surface.
The whole person is like a madman, bursting out in an instant, and the ground under his feet is dented and cracked by the trample.
This big man must be the chief culprit who manipulated the barbarians to launch an attack that caused this war. As long as the chief culprit is killed, the barbarians will retreat.
"It's really grumpy."
The burly man, the soil under his feet moved by itself, making his body start to move continuously.
Tang Yimo's attack could not keep up with his speed.
This feeling is very bad.
"I'm at the peak foundation-building stage. Although your technique allows you to have the combat power of the foundation-building stage, most of it is physical attacks."
"You have to know that in this world, what is truly powerful is magic."
"No matter how strong the body is, but you can't touch me, so... what's the use?"
Dahan said.
Tang Yimo's eyes seemed to burst into blood, and the speed was getting faster and faster.
Because of the unrestrained burst of the second pulse, Tang Yimo's skin began to ooze blood, which was because the physical body could not keep up with the rhythm of strength.
The big man chuckled.
He raised his hand and waved.
boom!
A thick stone pillar rose suddenly from the ground.
Tang Yimo hit the stone pillar with one punch and shattered it.
With the help of the wriggling ground, the big man moved to the distance, smiling gracefully.
Continue waving, hooking fingers, chanting something.
The ground will continue to have soil thorns.
This kind of weird fighting method makes people feel creepy.
Of course, Tang Yimo was not afraid of it, he was almost fully fired, and every stone pillar was smashed by him.
"It's really a strong physical body, but unfortunately, the physical body has a limit..."
The big man smiled gracefully.
Raise your hands like clapping.
With a "pop", they clapped together.
The next moment, the gravel on the ground surged one after another, and Tang Yimo felt the darkness in front of him, and the next moment it was completely dark.
Two hemispherical clods flew up suddenly, covering Tang Yimo cover.
A ball was formed, and it hit the ground quietly.
There are also rustling gravels, shaking off the surface of the sphere.
The big man smiled lightly.
He raised his head and looked into the distance, towards the city wall of Nanjin City.
"The lord of the plane..."
The burly man crossed his fingers on his chest again, even if he was just a wanderer, he still had to maintain his elegance.
Behind him, priests in black robes appeared again. These priests had dull eyes, as if their souls had been eroded.
They are like tool people who only know how to cast spells.
Everyone was shocked when Tang Yimo was banned.
Jing Yue suddenly opened his eyes.
Around his body, there are invisible air waves surging.
After being instructed by Hua Dongliu, Jing Yue suddenly realized that he understood what sword intent is.
"My sword intent... is to move forward!"
Jing Yue whispered.
The Sedum Sword was held in his hand, holding the sword with his own hands.
He felt as if he had returned to the time when he was practicing sword stabbing in Beiluo Lake, and the sense of accomplishment of seeing the lake water pierced bit by bit surged in his heart.
Time and time again, the sword energy grew longer and longer.
hum...
Jing Yue opened his eyes.
The whole body seems to be replaced by invisible sharpness.
Sword intent...
Jing Yue holds the sword, lunges forward, and stabs forward with a sword.
An unpretentious trick.
Stab straight at the burly man.
The ground seemed to be split open by the sharp sword energy, and a hole was opened.
There seemed to be a faint sword energy, gushing thinly, piercing straight for 500 meters.
The squirming ground under the burly man's feet stabilized.
He raised his hand and waved lightly.
In front of him, dozens of stone slabs rose from the ground.
Jing Yue's sword intent struck.
Bang bang bang!
Starting from a distance, the stone slabs were pierced by sword energy one after another.
One stone after another could not stop the sword energy at all...
A sword pierced fifty-two stone slabs.
When it finally pierced through the last stone slab of the burly man, the sword energy was so weak that it could not be heard, as if it had turned into a stream of air, blowing past the burly man's body.
Cut off a strand of hair from the burly man.
"swordsman."
The burly man squinted his eyes.
The natives of this world seem to have something.
Talents are all somewhat monstrous, whether it's the boy whose physical body exploded with physical strength, or the swordsman whose sword pierced fifty-two stone slabs.
Very unusual.
The sword was unsuccessful, Jing Yue frowned slightly, holding the Sedum Sword, took out a folded cloth handkerchief from his bosom, unfolded it carefully, and took out a Qi Gathering Pill from the cloth handkerchief, and put it into the entrance.
On the body, the spiritual energy surged again.
Raised the sword.
Since one sword can't solve it, then... a few more swords!
The burly man waved.
The black-robed priests behind them stepped out one after another and began to chant.
Following the recitation, soil thorns shot out suddenly, roaring towards Jing Yue.
The Dao Pavilion disciples led by Xie Yunling also shouted loudly, stepping on star steps, forming formation again.
There was a huge circular disk array gathered by aura, suspended in front of everyone, blocking the soil thorns.
On the city of Nanjin.
A figure in a green shirt slowly appeared.
Sima Qingshan looked a bit tired, he had been wandering in the Dragon Gate for three months, cultivating his own strength, he wanted to become like Nie Changqing, he could kill the enemy with a single stroke of his hand.
Holding the writing brush in his hand, he looked at the bloody battlefield under the city of Nanjin.
He raised his head, and the icy rain kept falling.
Sima Qingshan took out the white picture scroll on his back, unfolded it suddenly, flicked the brush in the air, using rain as ink.
Spiritual Qi surged out from the Qi Pill.
Splash rain and ink on the scroll.
Under the city of Nanjin.
The burly man with his hands on his chest suddenly changed in front of his eyes.
However, the battlefield with mountains of corpses and seas of blood disappeared.
Some are just continuous drizzle, and it seems that there is a lake under the feet, and the drizzle hits the lake with small ripples.
He looked around, but found that the world seemed to have turned into a color and scene.
It's like a boundless prison.
On the upper floor of the city of Nanjin.
Sima Qingshan's face was pale, but there was a smile on his face.
The poor artist draws a brush and uses rain as ink to draw a picture of drizzle, trapping a burly man.
…
North County.
The battlefield is extremely tragic.
Because there is no such powerful practitioner as Nie Zhangqing in Beijun.
So the battle is even more brutal.
Jiang Li led the army and led the battle formation, but he had a slight advantage. The Beijun iron cavalry collided with the Xirong soldiers, and the two seemed to melt like ice and snow.
King Xirong's eyes fell on Jiang Li who was wearing silver armor again.
"This is really a magnificent world with so many outstanding people... It's a pity."
King Xirong sighed.
He felt he needed to give these great men the respect they deserved.
So, he got off the chariot himself, step by step, faster and faster, turned into afterimages and rushed towards Jiang Li.
An invisible crisis.
Jiang Li suddenly felt his scalp go numb.
It was as if the shadow of death enveloped him in an instant.
Jiang Li subconsciously drew out the dagger behind him and put it in front of his chest.
At some point, a black shadow crouched on the head of Jiang Li's steed. The black shadow stretched out a finger and pointed at Jiang Li.
Jiang Li resisted with a dagger.
There was a click.
The short sword shattered...
Jiang Li was also thrown backwards from the horse by a huge force, with blood spurting from his mouth.
Two cultivators from Beijun frantically came to stop him.
Chi Lian rushed forward like crazy.
However, King Xirong just waved his hand.
boom!
The terrible pressure caused Chi Lian and others to fly out one after another.
King Xirong walked up to Jiang Li step by step.
"You are an outstanding person, tell me your name, let me remember you."
The king of Xirong.
"You are not the king of Xirong..."
Jiang Li looked at the person in front of him, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and said calmly.
"What I did was sinful, so... I didn't have the face to face you, so I put on someone else's face, so... I can have a clear conscience."
The king of Xirong spoke in a tangled manner.
"Ah."
"Bullshit hypocrisy."
Jiang Li smiled.
"You don't even dare to show your face, you don't deserve to know my name."
River Li Road.
The pity on Xirong King's face disappeared, he looked at Jiang Li lightly, and raised a finger.
Then he pointed at Jiang Li's eyebrows.
In the distance, Chi Lian, who was vomiting blood, rushed towards him frantically.
Everything in the world seemed to lose its color and sound in Jiang Li's eyes and ears.
Suddenly.
A fluffy yellow chicken flitted across the sky with a dazed expression on its face.
Coincidentally, it fell into Jiang Li's arms, and bounced elastically.
The finger that King Xirong wanted to point was interrupted by such a gesture, and he couldn't help but hesitate.
Um
This is... what the hell
PS: Milk a copy of "I'm Really Immortal", this book... should be milk immortal.
(end of this chapter)