Lu Fan always thought he was a good-tempered person.
However, being good-tempered is one thing, but protecting weaknesses is another.
Nie Shuang, the big boy who knelt in front of Lu Fan on a rainy night and begged him to save Nie Zhangqing.
Now he has become a practitioner who can stand alone.
All along, Lu Fan had noticed Nie Shuang's hard work and hard work on the island in the middle of the lake.
Compared with Ni Yu's laziness of fishing for three days and drying the net for two days, Nie Shuang can be said to be a representative of hard work.
Hardworking kids, who doesn't like it
Nie Shuang was Lu Fan's favorite cub.
Therefore, Nie Shuang was punched by King Xirong in the Beijun battlefield until he vomited blood and fell into a coma. How could Lu Fan do nothing.
On Beiluo Lake.
The terrible pressure almost froze into substance.
The soul of the blond man kneeling on the lake did not dare to move, and the Jindan Realm monster got angry, which was definitely not something that the Tibetan Realm could resist.
Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, ignoring the blond man and the Buddhist monk.
He holds a chess piece between his fingers.
On the spiritual pressure chessboard, mountains and rivers seemed to be reflected.
The blond-haired man, the Buddhist monk, and the trapped spiritual avatar of the master of the planes in the Zhongwu world all looked in shock.
That chessboard...is another mysterious weapon? !
Slap.
Lu Fan dropped a son.
It seems that invisible fluctuations have spread to the entire world.
Lu Fan's white robe fluttered, as if being blown by a blast, and his hair was flying across his temples, brushing against Lu Fan's red-lipped and white-toothed face.
…
Beijun, outside Tianhan Pass.
On the endless grassland, there was heavy snow, as if covered with a thick layer of cotton-padded jacket.
The king of Xirong was sitting on a lift chair, carried by several Xirong warriors, walking hard against the wind and snow, taking one step deeper and one step shallower.
Behind them, there was also a long line of Xirong troops. They withdrew from Tianhan Pass in Beijun and took a rest.
The people of Xirong are no strangers to this war.
For the Xirong people, once winter comes, it is the peak time for the outbreak of war.
Every year, the King of Xirong would lead an army to attack Beijun once, intending to break through the blockade of Tianhan Pass, and after entering the pass, the vast and fertile land would be opened.
Once they enter those places, there will be countless grains waiting for them.
They don't need to worry about running out of food throughout the winter.
However, Tianhanguan is very difficult to break through, and the Xirong army almost leaves countless corpses every year.
Although the war is cruel, for King Xirong, this war is imperative.
If you beat the best, you can get enough food, and you can live happily throughout the winter.
It doesn't matter if you lose, as many people die, the tight food will be much more relaxed.
But this year, the leaders of Xirong's various ministries felt that it was unusual.
The King of Xirong called all the Rong people to gather together, and an army of 100,000 troops attacked Tianhan Pass.
This scale is unprecedented.
Moreover, King Xirong gave them an extremely weird feeling, which filled them with a sense of oppression.
Several tribal leaders who disagreed had their necks twisted by the King of Xirong, and their bodies were thrown into the wind and snow. arrive.
The remaining leaders dared not speak out, and the arbitrary king of Xirong controlled the military power of the Xirong army.
Neither leader can compete with King Xirong.
The most frightening thing... is the force of King Xirong, which is so strong that it makes people despair.
King Xirong, who was sitting on the chair, was thinking.
Tantaixuan and Jiang Li are nothing to worry about if Beijun cannot be defeated. Although they are called heroes, they are... just mortals.
Nie Shuang, the white blue bird who came to his rescue later, made him feel troublesome.
Although it is only in the Qi Condensation Realm, but... the method is extremely strange.
The girl manipulated the three fire phoenixes, which caused him to burn out, that's all.
And that big-headed boy, relying on his amazing perseverance and solid skills, punched him.
King Xirong was deeply moved.
This world is very beautiful, with heroes and arrogance appearing frequently, it is really nostalgic.
The world he once had was also like this.
But later, it was ruined.
Um
suddenly.
The heavy snow did not know when it stopped.
Between the heaven and the earth, there is an unparalleled and terrifying pressure, a huge pressure, it seems that people can't breathe.
King Xirong's nerves suddenly tightened, it was a dangerous feeling that spread from the bottom of his heart.
The horses in Xirong's army were neighing, it was a kind of panic when they encountered great terror.
Beasts are born with sharper cognition than humans.
King Xirong jumped off the chair.
Rumble!
In the sky, the clouds rolled.
The next moment, the wind and snow all over the sky seemed to be torn apart and turned into a huge palm.
The middle finger of the palm is stacked on the index finger, as if a chess player is playing a chess piece.
"who?!"
King Xirong was shocked.
The pupils in the depths of the eyes couldn't help constricting.
No dialogue, no words of any kind.
Chess players use the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers as their chessboard.
At that moment, King Xirong burst out with all his strength, and he fully demonstrated the strength of the peak of Foundation Establishment.
Boom!
The huge palm fell slowly in the gesture of falling.
boom!
The heavy snow on the ground seemed to be completely washed away by the huge pressure at this moment, exposing the bare grassland soil underneath.
All the soldiers in the Xirong army knelt down on the ground in depression, and many tribal leaders were terrified...
what happened
Their conquest without the permission of the gods... did they anger the gods of the grassland? !
The black army of Xirong all knelt down in the ice and snow.
They dare not move.
King Xirong landed on the ground, and the aura of foundation building at the peak exploded to the extreme.
In the eyes of many leaders, their king... seems to be contending with the sky!
Do not obey God, do not obey orders.
The Xirong people and the leaders of the Xirong tribes watched furtively.
Boom!
The huge pressure almost crushed the wind and snow.
King Xirong's shocked eyeballs were about to pop out.
"The pressure..."
King Xirong took a deep breath.
He crazily resisted this pressure with the strength of the peak foundation establishment.
"Gold Core Realm... Boss?!"
"The master of the plane in this world?"
King Xirong was shocked and felt extremely incredible.
This is just a world of low martial arts, why would there be an old monster at the Golden Core level
The world seemed to have turned into a cage at this moment.
There were white flames beating in King Xirong's eyes.
Indistinctly.
He saw a vague figure.
Sitting in a wheelchair, he rolled up his sleeves and dropped the chessboard. After the chess was placed, the other party seemed to have noticed something, slowly raised his head, and looked at him with his eyes.
King Xirong felt that his mind was being hammered by a heavy hammer.
Mouth and nose bleeding.
The human skin stuck to the face burned and evaporated.
A charred face was revealed.
A dark white flame burned up, completely covering his head.
King Xirong doesn't want to die...
The dark white flame was indeed strange, the moment it appeared, it actually made King Xirong burst out with the strength to break free from the pressure.
He kicked hard on the ground with one foot.
The earth trembled slightly.
King Xirong turned into a black light and rushed out of the spiritual pressure area.
He rushed into the ice and snow, ran wildly in the heavy snow, and swept away countless wind and snow.
…
Beiluo Lake.
Lu Fan raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Um?"
"You actually broke the spiritual pressure of the spiritual pressure chessboard?"
This was the first time Lu Fan encountered such a situation. Normally, it was impossible for King Xirong to break free from his spiritual pressure.
"Is it because of the white flame?"
"That flame... doesn't seem to be something that can be possessed by the Tibetan Realm."
Lu Fan was thoughtful.
He rolled up his sleeves again, picked up a sunspot from the chess box, dropped the sunspot, and stacked it on top of the original sunspot, and slowly pushed his middle finger forward, causing the chess piece to land on the chessboard, making a slight rubbing sound.
There is no situation that cannot be solved by dropping one chess piece. If there is... then drop two pieces.
…
King Xirong, who was running wildly, felt as if he had turned into an ant.
Run away on the vast chessboard.
His head was burning with a white fire. This flame was the "bone fire", the chief culprit that caused the destruction of his world. In order to obtain this flame, his world was destroyed.
This flame came from a high-level martial plane. In order to get this flame, he even sold the world that originally belonged to him.
However, he has no regrets.
With "Bone Fire", he will be able to make a comeback sooner or later.
As long as he obtains a world and gives him enough time to develop, he will surely be able to take a step further on the original basis and become a truly powerful person!
So, when he felt the attraction of a world of low martial arts, he came without hesitation.
He thought it was his chance.
After all, in a world of low martial arts, there is no existence that threatens his existence. With the presence of Bone Youhuo, he is not afraid of even the master of the plane.
But now...
He was wrong.
How wrong!
This... is not a simple world of low martial arts!
The master of this plane is actually the existence of Jindan Realm!
escape!
The farther he can escape, the better, as long as he survives, as long as his bones and fire are not lost, he can make a comeback!
King Xirong fled frantically.
But…
The world seemed to freeze again, turning into a chessboard. No matter how he tried to escape, he couldn't escape this area or the restraint of the chessboard.
The heavy snow dispersed again.
It turned into a palm of a chessboard.
Like a chess player, fluttering down another finger.
King Xirong roared.
The flame gradually spread to his whole body, and his whole body turned into a dark white flame.
He clenched his fist, and flames shot up into the sky, melting the surrounding ice and snow.
It collided with the finger that fell from above the sky.
Boom!
Blaze fell to his knees on the ground.
"Lord of the Plane! Forgive me! I have no intention of offending you, and I am willing to exchange the lives of the 100,000 Xirong army!"
The flame man raised his head with difficulty, and the terrifying spiritual pressure made it very difficult for him to even speak.
However, he still roared in fear.
He doesn't want to die!
King Xirong's voice was undisguised.
Faintly, it seemed to follow the wind and snow, spreading throughout the entire icy world.
Those Xirong army kneeling on the ground, everyone's expressions changed, and they looked at their king in disbelief.
The leaders of the ministries were trembling with fear.
Their king...will sacrifice them to God
Between heaven and earth.
The clouds surged.
Then...
It turned into a human face, a huge human face, the mouth of the human face opened and closed, as if there was a sound like the roar of heaven and earth.
"The grievance has its head, and the debt has its owner. You will pay the debt of my Bai Yujing child who vomited blood from his fists."
"Xirong's debt should be collected by Beijun."
The words of the human face roared, as if it shattered the wind and snow in the sky.
under.
King Xirong, who was kneeling in the ice and snow, was startled.
What
The debt of punching Bai Yujing's child
These words reminded King Xirong of the scene of him punching that stubborn boy at the gate of Tianhan.
Was it because of that punch that attracted the attack of the Golden Core Realm monster
Just because of that punch? !
This moment.
King Xirong felt extremely aggrieved.
He was actually very cautious, and even put on the face of King Xirong, just to avoid attracting attention, just to quietly invade the world.
He has been dogging.
Just throw a punch at a child.
That punch killed himself.
He is so unwilling!
"This world is only low-level martial arts, why is there a golden core state?! You, the master of the face, why are you in the golden core state?!"
"I'm not convinced! I'm not reconciled!"
King Xirong roared.
However, the sky once again gathered palms, like pieces falling on a chessboard.
boom!
Unwilling and roaring, King Xirong was completely submerged with the roar of an avalanche.
One hundred thousand Xirong troops knelt down in the wind and snow, tremblingly looking at their king, annihilated in the power of heaven and earth.
…
Beiluo Lake.
There is a gentle breeze on the lakeside, and the lake water is like a mirror, with faint ripples spreading out.
suddenly.
The thick fog billowed, and the surface of the lake sank, as if a transparent ship was gliding.
The dense fog shattered, and a large spiritual palm emerged.
The body of the blond man kneeling on the ground trembled.
Pinned by the silver blade, the dying Buddhist monk couldn't help but look over.
see...
In the palm of the spiritual energy, there is a soul that is lifeless and loveless...
Wrapped in the dark white flames, the soul continued to howl, exuding extremely strong resentment and unwillingness.
When seeing the soul of the blond man and the soul of the Buddhist monk.
The soul of King Xirong was stunned.
The blond man smiled awkwardly at the soul of King Xirong.
"What a coincidence, you're here too."
The Buddhist monk opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.
After the soul of King Xirong froze, he struggled and roared again.
The blond man looked at the struggling King Xirong's soul with some sympathy.
He wanted to speak to remind.
However, he hasn't spoken yet.
The young man with red lips and white teeth who looked like jade sitting in a wheelchair had already made a move.
Lu Fan glanced at the struggling King Xirong's soul.
He raised his hand and flicked it on the gauntlet.
Silver lights flicker.
next moment…
The soul of the struggling King Xirong didn't dare to move.
Because in front of him, densely packed silver blades exuding a cold aura hung in front of him, each silver blade seemed to release a terrifying aura, and each of these silver blades was actually a high-grade treasure!
At this time, the soul of King Xirong saw the boy in the wheelchair clearly.
"The master of the plane?"
"Condensed atmosphere?"
King Xirong was taken aback.
At first, King Xirong had the same illusion as the blond man and the Buddhist monk.
However, when Lu Fan raised his hand, he waved it lightly.
When the silver blade pierced through his body, and forcibly cut and separated the forest-white flame that had merged into his soul...
King Xirong understands...
On the surface, someone is just an ordinary qi-refining trash, but behind the scenes is an extremely terrifying Golden Core Realm old monster.
Stripped forest white flame.
With a move by Lu Fan, he floated in front of him.
Ice-cold, fiery, two strange attributes unexpectedly mixed in this group of flames.
Lu Fan stared at the flame, which seemed to reflect Lu Fan's figure.
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