North Los Angeles.
Lu Changkong personally sent the old eunuch out of the city.
Lu Fan's refusal of the imperial decree was not unexpected to Lu Changkong. After all, with Lu Fan's unfathomable cultivation strength, it was indeed difficult for the secular imperial power to restrict him.
"Fan'er has a bad temper and has a violent and rude temper. I hope my father-in-law will go back and talk to His Majesty. Don't blame him."
Lu Changkong cupped his hands towards the old eunuch.
The old eunuch hurriedly returned the gift, today...he personally saw the power of a real practitioner, which had a great impact on his heart.
The national teacher has always said that practitioners are very powerful and will become a variable in the world.
The old eunuch who considered himself the master of Qixiang didn't take it seriously, but today...he was afraid.
When the imperial decree floated strangely, as if it was about to pierce through his head instantly, his legs were really soft.
"City Master Lu, it's our family who disturbed Young Master Lu..."
The old eunuch had complicated emotions.
"Now, the masters of the Hundred Families joined forces with Tantaixuan, the prefect of Beijun, to destroy the two cities of Yuanchi and Tong'an. His Majesty issued two orders, one to Zuilong and the other to Beiluo. Now that the imperial decree of Beiluo has arrived, we The family has to return to Beijing quickly."
The old eunuch bowed his hands.
Lu Changkong's eyes froze, as expected.
Beiluo City was attacked, and the other five major moats were also attacked.
The appearance of practitioners in Wolongling Immortal Palace made the Mo family, who had already mastered everything, start to worry.
"Be careful on the highway, don't send it off."
Lu Changkong said.
The old eunuch bowed his hands and galloped away.
Lu Changkong looked at the old eunuch's leaving back, narrowed his eyes, and turned to the island in the middle of the lake.
Beiluo Lake Central Island.
Lu Fan handed the enlightened pot to Ni Yu.
Ni Yu ate the shattered Qi Gathering Pill, easily gathered Qi, and stepped into the third stage of Qi Pill, and was enjoying himself at the moment.
However, although the erysipelas of the broken Qi Gathering Pill is not very large, there are still side effects, that is, after the breakthrough, Ni Yu keeps sticking his butt and farting.
The sound of "噗噗" lingered throughout the island in the middle of the lake.
Lu Fan went to the balcony on the second floor of Bai Yujing's loft.
Ning Zhao took the green plums to make wine, and with the gentle breeze, Lu Fan laid out the dishes, a bit leisurely.
Suddenly, Lu Fan felt something in his heart, raised his eyebrows, and the picture in front of him suddenly turned into lines dancing, and his field of vision began to zoom in continuously.
He saw the majestic city of organs and the shadow of swords and swords.
…
The Tantai Family of Beijun joined forces with the Mohist School and many other schools to settle in Yuanchi.
Ten miles away from the original Chicheng, Jiang Li was dressed in silver armor, and behind him were many elite soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty dispatched by the Imperial Capital.
A series of wooden fences and a series of ditches lay across, facing the Beijun army in the original Chicheng from a distance.
Jiang Li put his hand on the unsheathed long sword at his waist, looking at Yuan Chicheng.
He could vaguely see three figures standing on the tower.
One is an old man with a hunched back, a giant of the Mo family, and a Mo Beike.
Beside Mo Beike are Beijun prefect Tantaixuan and his adviser, Mo Ju.
Mo Ju Feather Fan Lun Towel, he is not actually a disciple of the Mo family, because he left the Mo family very early to work alone.
However, he never expected that in the end... the lord whom he was loyal to, would still get mixed up with the Mo family.
Although Mo Ju had complicated emotions, he did not reject it.
Joining forces with the Mohists is the best situation for Beijun.
Originally, the position of the Mohists was Xijun, and it was the Overlord of Xijun who supported them.
If the Great Zhou Dynasty really fell, the world would be in chaos, and it would be the princes who would compete for the world.
And there are only three people who really have the chance to climb to the top, Bawang of West County, Tantai of North County, and Tang Family of South County...
However, now that the Mohists and Beijun are joining forces, the possibility of the Tantai family becoming the emperor's capital is much greater.
Jiang Li looked at it for a while, then withdrew his gaze indifferently.
He frowned, the North Commander's army did not move for a long time, Jiang Li understood that the other party was waiting...
Waiting for Jiang Li's weakness.
The palm of his hand stroked the sword at his waist.
He felt a little pain in his heart. He originally wanted to promise her a lifetime of peace, without having to deal with the filth of the world, and to be a chicken raising girl with peace of mind.
However…
Things are always out of his control.
Compared with the turmoil in the original Chicheng.
East Lake, Mohism's organ city, was caught in a terrorist attack under heavy rain.
…
With eighty-one iron cables, finally a Xiliang warrior climbed up the city with the crossbow arrows shot from the organ city.
However, on the surface of the Mohist mechanism, the gears turned.
Suddenly, countless stabs overflowed, piercing Xiliang warriors one by one.
Even first-rate warriors would fall into the abyss like ordinary soldiers in the face of such means.
The waterfall is flying, which complements the torrential rain in the sky, bringing up strong water vapor and washing away the dirt between the sky and the earth.
The death of a Xiliang warrior.
Xiang Shaoyun, whose heart was as firm as iron, couldn't help but twitch.
In the army.
A shirtless warrior waved a drumstick, knocking on the surface of the drum to disperse the water.
With the sound of the drum, Overlord took a step and stepped out of the chariot, his boots stepped on the ground, splashing two feet of water.
The Mohist Trick City is indeed the most difficult city in the world to conquer.
Xiang Shaoyun raised his head and looked, he saw the busy disciples of the Mo family, and saw the figure like the fiery red mandala petals.
If you want to break through the organ city, you can only open a hole with strong force.
No matter how strong the shield is, once a hole is broken, the crack will soon spread.
Xiang Shaoyun understood this.
Close your eyes slowly.
Xiang Shaoyun saw the scene of being besieged and killed by five thousand troops on Wolong Ridge before his eyes. He saw blood-stained Xiliang warriors kneeling on the ground unwilling to be pierced.
It was as if Ming Sang's melancholy Piccolo Tianyin sounded in his ears.
It even covered the roar of the heavy rain.
Suddenly, Overlord opened his eyes, which were cold and heartless.
"kill!"
Overlord roared, and the rain in front of him was blown away.
He danced his legs, rushed out suddenly, jumped up, dashed away the rain curtain in the sky, and stepped on the thick iron chain.
Walking steadily, running on the iron chain at high speed.
The Xiliang warriors' blood boiled, and when the Overlord made a move, it was as if some kind of fire of faith had been ignited!
Everyone waved their weapons, even if they were washed by the torrential rain, it was difficult to extinguish the heat in their hearts.
In the organ city.
Azhu's eyes froze under the half-silver mask.
"Slay the Overlord!"
A series of crossbows aimed at the Overlord who was stepping on the iron chain.
chug chug!
One after another, the crossbow arrows shattered the raindrops, spun at high speed, splashed countless misty water sprays, and shot towards the burly body of the overlord Xiang Shaoyun.
Xiang Shaoyun stepped on the chain steadily, swung the shield in his hand, and all the arrows hit it, the impact force of the arrows, which was enough to knock back several people, had no effect on the Overlord.
Azhu's face remained unchanged, her red lips parted.
boom!
The organ city wall split open suddenly, and a huge centipede-like eighteen-section organ beast crawled out along the iron chain.
Organ Centipede, the pinnacle work jointly created by the Mohists and the Organists.
Eighteen-section mechanism centipede, with sharp steel knives growing on both sides, climbing along the iron cables, where the steel knives strangled to death, and corpses littered the field.
The blood was so thick that the rainstorm couldn't wash it away.
Xiliang warriors used their blood to open a path.
The Overlord roared furiously, and Qi Yiran rushed towards the centipede without fear.
Suddenly!
Overlord squinted.
Two meters from the side of his body, raindrops were cut in half by the sharp air.
The overlord flicked his rain-stained hair suddenly, and swung the long ax in his hand.
Horror qi and blood burst out, nine consecutive explosions.
A smiling face mask appeared in front of the Overlord, and a sword light, like a water mark in the air, shattered countless raindrops, pointed directly at the Overlord's throat, hit the vital point, and killed him with one blow.
Killing like a white horse, leaving no trace of the sword!
The number one assassin in the world, Mo Yihen!
Overlord has heard the name.
On the organ city.
Azhu's fiery red robe was rolled up, and her long, slender, white legs were wearing embroidered shoes and touched the guardrail of the city wall. A long sword floated out of her red sleeve and soared out.
Like a drop of red ink dripping into clear water.
Several Mohist chivalrous men also drew their weapons one after another, jumped down the city wall, and approached the Overlord.
Kill the Overlord!
All you need to do is kill the Overlord, the Xiliang army, and retreat without attacking!
The Mohist organ city was guarded!
The best defense is offense!
Crossbow arrows whizzed, warriors shouted to kill...
The goal is directed at the Overlord.
hum...
The sound of sword chant exploded, and Mo Yihen's sword hit.
It stabbed at the heart of the overlord's dark armor.
However, an inch is the limit.
The whistling ax wind paved the surface, Mo Yihen's long hair fluttered, and he returned with his sword drawn, his body spun around on the iron chain, throwing countless raindrops away.
He stabbed dozens of swords in a row, all of which were on one point of the ax swung by the Overlord.
The huge force caused Mo Yihen to touch the iron chain with his toes and slide backwards.
The world seemed to be silent.
The Overlord stood still, his cloak shattered the raindrops and kept fluttering.
Mo Yihen was panting.
"Master Assassin of the Nine Rings, Masters of the Trick Family, Liannu, Trick Centipede..."
"Is this Mobeike's confidence?"
Xiang Shaoyun looked deeply at Mo Yihen who was wearing a smiling face mask.
far away.
The huge eighteen-section organ centipede is like a tiger.
The Mohists came to kill one after another.
On the iron chain, Xiliang warriors are not afraid of death, and keep falling into the abyss...
On the cliff, the beating of war drums seemed to compete with the roar of the rainstorm.
Xiang Shaoyun smiled.
The corner of his mouth twitched coldly.
"If that's the case, I'll personally crush your Mo Beike's confidence..."
Xiang Shaoyun said.
In the qi pill, the devilish energy circulated, and the devilish energy spread out from under his skin, forming a terrifying oppressive force.
Xiang Shaoyun raised his hand.
Suddenly...
It rained continuously, and the raindrops all over the sky seemed to stop abruptly in an instant, and there was silence in the air.
Mo Yihen's pupils constricted.
Boundless fear spread and gripped his heart.
However, he didn't retreat or escape, facing the Overlord, he raised his sword flatly.
The Overlord swung his ax lightly with one hand.
Slashed on Mo Yihen's sword.
The sword that accompanied him through countless assassination nights was shattered.
It broke inch by inch and turned into flying fragments.
A huge force hit the ink mark, and the ax energy formed by the magic energy passed through the body...
Mo Yihen's hair fell apart, and his body fell powerlessly from the iron chain.
The flying waterfall roared, and countless raindrops fell from the sky.
The smiling face mask was broken, revealing Mo Yihen's paralyzed face.
Raindrops magnified in his eyes.
It seems to reflect his boring and boring life.
As of today, he is free.
…
It was raining heavily and the mountain road was muddy.
The donkey's hooves stepped on the ground, splashing countless mud flowers.
Mo Liuqi, who rode a donkey along the cliff mountain road and continued to climb up, had a look of anxiety on his face.
On the surrounding cliffs, one after another black images fell down like dumplings.
suddenly.
Mo Liuqi seemed to have a feeling.
The black shadow fell from the cliff, was carried by the mountain wind and heavy rain, and smashed towards him.
He dodges.
The black shadow hit the ground, splashing muddy water a foot high.
In the mud, Mo Liuqi could see clearly.
That black shadow was half a broken smiley mask.
(end of this chapter)