Chapter 141: The end of the age

The spiritual pressure was removed and transferred to Lu Dongxuan.
This is somewhat unexpected, and Lu Dongxuan, who is affixed with a big gold chain, has a rich appearance, but there are some means.
He had apparently studied the spiritual pressure of practitioners, and thus found such a flaw that was not a flaw.
The spirit pressure was removed, and all three pressures were pressed on Lu Dongxuan.
He will be under more pressure than Xie Yunling, Hua Dongliu, and Gongyu Yu.
Huh!
Lu Dongxuan shivered.
A large lump of blood spurted from his mouth, and his white beard and placket became red.
Seven high-speed rotating gold cylinders floating around were faintly oppressed, and Lu Dongxuan's palms were about to fit.
Once the match is made, it is equivalent to being unable to carry the pressure. At that time, Xie Yunling and others have to face Lu Fan's powerful pressure.
A battle force, there is no ten.
Therefore, Lu Dongxuan must resist.
This is why he said that Xie Yunling and others had only one shot.
"Spirit pressure ... it's really strong!"
Lu Dongxuan's bones trembled, his white beard was shaking, his teeth were covered with red blood.
He was in pain, but he did not give up.
Some things may be regrettable if you do it, but it will become regretful if you don't do it.
Jingle Bell……
Supported by seven gold cylinders, the three of Xie Yunling made an attack time.
The "rainstorm pear flower" of the male loser is the strongest hidden weapon of the organist.
He ranked first in the hidden weapon spectrum. Since he was a child, he has been making this hidden weapon. Even if he became the master of the government, he still did not give up research.
There are 9,999 silver needles in "Rainstorm Pear".
Each silver needle requires great patience, and it is carefully placed into the interior of the rainstorm pear flower.
Sometimes, it takes several hours to insert a silver needle.
Gong Yuyu created this hidden weapon, from juvenile to middle-aged, from middle-aged to old age, and finally completed the day when the Mojia government city was breached.
He did not choose to show the "storm rain pear flower" to the overlord.
Because, he feels that the Overlord does not deserve this hidden weapon that he has spent a lifetime building.
Today, on Beiluo Lake, the male loser is finally urged.
The concentration of my life's painstaking effort is just for the gorgeous bloom of this day.
For the first practitioner of the world, Lu Ping-an, to perform "Storm Pear Blossoms", the male loses no regrets. He feels that Lu Shaozhu deserves him to urge this hidden weapon.
boom!
The sound of crickets resounded continuously.
The metal flowers bloomed, and the heavy rain seemed to have stopped.
Gorgeous silver mang burst into the air.
Everyone was stunned.
Ni Yu and Lu Mu were dazzled by their peers.
At this moment, the essence of the life of the organists is fully displayed.
The male loser dropped the ground after performing "Rainstorm Pear".
His spirit seemed to be evacuated, and his metal arms were steaming with heat and smoke in the rain ...
He stared at the Yin Mang in the air.
Huh!
The slender silver awns that were as thin as a cow's hair plunged into the storm.
The overcast and heavy rain made the "storm rain pear flower" hidden weapon even show its sharp edge.
A drop of rain melts a silver needle.
After the glory of the concealer has converged and the ultimate beauty is displayed, it is the ultimate danger.
Ning Zhao held an umbrella for Lu Fan.
She frowned slightly, raised her hand, and the spirit flow in the air.
"No, I will."
Lu Fandao.
Ning Zhao stopped the action immediately, nodding slightly, "Hey."
She knew that Lu Fan wanted to give these four sons the respect they deserve.
The innumerable rains are pouring down with dangerous danger.
Gong Yuyu's eyes stared at Bai Yujing's second floor.
Mars is splashing.
The sound was crisp and clear.
See you.
Lu Fan raised his hand slowly, all the raindrops around him were suspended and motionless.
In each drop of stagnant raindrops, the silver needles reflect the light, shining like a starry sky.
"This hidden weapon, not bad."
Lu Fan admired.
The next moment, Lu Fan raised his hand and clenched.
All the raindrops burst.
Countless silver needles were peeled out, Lu Fan's index finger and were brought together, and swept forward gently.
The whistling sounded.
Countless fine silver needles are shot backwards.
Hey, hey!
The eyes of the male loser tightened and shuddered ...
However, it was found that nine hundred and ninety-nine silver needles had pierced the ground around his body, and Yinmang exuded Morin.
The moment the bomber flew the hidden weapon of the feather.
Taoist Xie Yunling controlled the water snake to come.
The water snake snarled, and the billowing current exuded a powerful impact.
The water snake's body slammed into it with spiral strength.
Lu Fan leaned against a wheelchair.
Xie Yunling's move has a little trace of Dafa in it.
However, it is slightly better than Li Sansui.
Lu Fan palm waved in the wheelchair guard.
A silver blade peeled out, like a shooting star in the night, wrapped in silver awns, rotating at high speed, in front of Lu Fan, like a windmill.
The water snake struck it, but it was blown apart by the silver flowers that have been cut by the silver blade.
A water snake was soon shaved.
As soon as Xie Yunling's gaze was fixed, his energy was exhausted instantly, and two water snakes emerged from the formation again.
The formation method also lost its strength and collapsed in the sky.
Xie Yunling fell to the ground, his body slumped, and bleeding from his mouth.
But he didn't care, raised his head and stared at the two water snakes in the air.
It was only that his hopes were soon dashed.
Because on Lu Fan's wheelchair, two silver blades were peeled off ...
Draw a scoop on the gourd and shred all the water snakes.
The water snake disappeared and rain continued to fall.
At the time of the Water Snake's attack, the sword-sword Huadongliu's swordsmanship like the river flowing eastward has already hit.
Each of the ten swords exudes a sharp edge, bursting forward.
Swordsman, extremely aggressive.
When East China Liu was young, he didn't know how much blood was stained under the sword.
His sword is unbreakable, and no one can stop it.
In his middle age, he used his sword to cut five swords to make his name, and he was known as the Southern Swordmaster.
When he was old, he became the sword school princes, hiding the sword school for decades, no one has ever seen the sword master out of the sword.
But today, I saw the sword saber again.
The sword is as strong as ever, and as in that year, East China Liu is one of five peerless styles.
For decades after the reunification, East China's swordsmanship not only did not regress, but became more and more powerful, achieving ten swords.
The ten swords came out, as if the Pentium River was flowing eastward.
Going forward, it is like a bamboo shoot.
Ning Zhao supported the umbrella, some were shocked, and some looked at the means of these three hundred scholars.
If the practitioner cannot come out.
These three patriarchs can be called peerless masters.
Except for Xie Yunling's Water Snake Formation, which relies on Reiki, East China Stream and Yu Fei are both wizards who did not have Reiki, but were able to attack the peak of Qidan.
If you have not been promoted to Tibetan territory.
In the face of these three people, Ning Zhao may only end with drinking and hate.
Even if you break into the body, it will feel quite tricky, whether it is the "storm rain pear flower" or the "east stream sword".
It's definitely not too much to call it amazing.
Pity……
If any one of the practitioners in the world changes, all three have the possibility of victory.
But their opponents are boys.
Even if it broke through the body, Ning Zhao still felt the unfathomable son.
"This sword is also good."
Lu Fan said with admiration.
The three lads let him see the extreme martial arts that the Da Zhou Dynasty could achieve without the resurgence of Qi.
If you do n’t get Reiki, and have never been a demon lord, in front of these three sons, they may all be doll-like and instantly killed.
There is nothing fancy.
Some are ... terrible attacks that will kill in one hit.
"A sword flows eastward."
Lu Fan whispered softly.
"That being the case, then ... I will also pay you back with a sword."
Lu Fandao.
During the heavy rain, the rain flowing across the eyes of East China Flow, but the pupils widened suddenly.
The next moment, he saw a sword that he would never forget.
Hua Dongliu, known as the sword sage, found himself in front of this sword without any residue left.
I saw ...
Lu Fan raised his hand and flicked it on the right hand guard.
It feels like freestyle.
Later, the sound of Feng Yin exploded, and the heavy rain seemed to be evaporated, and the mist was covered with white water vapor.
A dash of red rushed out from the right hand guard of the wheelchair.
Turned into a red sword in the air ...
The sword just appeared.
All Jianguang in the East China stream collapsed in the air.
He looked obsessively at the red sword.
He was obsessed with swords, never married, and only used swords as a companion, reaching the peak of kendo.
however……
Found now.
The peak of Kendo he reached was just the beginning of Kendo ...
Chao Wen said, Xi could die.
Hua Dongliu watched obsessively, and the whole person fell weakly from the air and fell to the ground.
His old sword was stuck on the ground, and the sword was shaking.
"This is ... He Jian?"
East China had blood leaking from his mouth and nose, he asked insidiously.
"Sword name, Feng Yan."
Lu Fandao.
Raised his hands, white shirts fluttered with wide sleeves.
Suddenly, Feng Jian's sword rushed out like fire, and circulated in the air for a while.
The heavy rain was evaporated before it fell.
under.
Xiao Feng in the arms of Bai Qingniu trembled with fear and excitement.
boom!
Jian Guang dissipated, everything came to peace, Feng Yanjian turned into Lu Fan's wheelchair guard again.
Ning Zhao held an umbrella, and a ray of fragrant sweat fell on his forehead.
The torrential rain stagnated for a moment.
Continue to vent.
Lonely boat on the lake.
Lu Dongxuan finally couldn't hold it, and his palms snapped together.
The seven gold cylinders fell to the ground, and Lu Dongxuan lay on his back on a solitary boat, looking at the raindrops falling from the sky, and sighed as he watched each image of the raindrops zoom in his eyes.
It's like lamenting the end of an era.
As if sighing, at the end of the era, he tried to show no regrets after the glory.
"The two old things, Mo Beike and Kong Xiu, are afraid to regret death ..."
Lu Dongxuan laughed in a low voice.
Quiet and quiet on the island of the lake, only the sound of rainstorm venting.
Lü Mu shook his head with a wooden staff, feeling sorrowful.
Jing Yue looked at Jiandong Huadongliu with a fascinated face, his emotions were complicated.
Xie Yunling sat on the ground, the rain dripped through his body.
"Failed."
Although I knew I would lose, Xie Yunling was actually lucky.
What if we win?
However, the truth was cruel. They lost, and they were completely defeated. Even Lu Ping's shirt had never been touched, or even a drop of rain had stained Lu Ping's white shirt.
However, Xie Yunling has no regrets.
"Baijia Zhuzi is indeed well-known. Although it has never followed the practice path, UU reads www.uukanshu.com, but it is not weak. Anyone is at the pinnacle of jealousy ... You came to Beiluo to live in the time of Zhujia hundred Before the curtain, show the ultimate style without leaving regret, you did it. "
"After working hard, there is no regret."
"Only when the sun was shining after the rain, peach blossoms on the island, Jinger, etc. came to an end."
The second floor of Baiyujing Pavilion.
Lu Fan slowly said.
The sound lingers on the heart of the lake, Bai Yujing.
The words fell.
He is no longer depressed, and directly releases the three layers of spiritual pressure of gas refining.
The terrifying pressure swept through the storm.
boom!
Countless rainwater, at this moment, was crushed and crushed by the spiritual pressure, turning into a mist of mist, like an immortal.
The shirts of Xie Yunling, East China Stream and Gong Yuyu were tightly attached to the body.
Their bodies trembled inconceivably.
It turns out ... this is the true strength of Lu Fan!
On a lone boat.
Lv Dongxuan smiled bitterly, it turned out ... the son didn't use all his strength, otherwise, he couldn't stop the pressure.
Lu Fan raised his hand.
The psychic stack turned into a huge palm.
A shot in the sky.
One palm shot towards the misty cloudy sky.
After that ...
The thick clouds were broken.
The bright golden sunlight burst through the clouds ...
It seemed like a lot of golden horses sprayed on Lu Dongxuan's face lying on his back, warm.
Island on the lake.
On the planted "Bizhi Peach Blossom Tree", blossoms of flowers and bones to be placed in the bud, under the brilliant sun breaking through the clouds, under the pressure of the horrible spirit.
One after another bloom.
Peach blossoms on the island.
As if to declare the end of this war.
It is also a sign of the end of the Hundred Schools of Scholars era.
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