Chapter 165: Another shiratamakyo

Sima Qingshan's legs were shaking, and the cold rain slapped on his face. The chill of Qiuyu seemed to penetrate the skin and permeate his body.
The Nanjin city was broken, and the barbarian invaded. The general guarding the city of Nanjin city blocked the barbarian, was pierced by several spears, and knelt on the ground. Even if he knelt down, the general did not release his sword.
As if dead, he would clenched his sword and kill the barbarians.
Sima Qingshan raised his fist.
In Nanjin City, he knew very well the temperament of these brutal soldiers. Almost every period of time in Nanjin City, he would start wars with brutal soldiers. The battles, large and small, were countless.
However, as in today, there has never been a case of aggressive attacks by brutal soldiers.
This made Nanjin City never responded, and it was too late to ask for help from Nanjiang City.
"Poor artist?"
A figure in white said with a smile.
"It's the first time I've heard someone hang poverty in front of his name as a prefix."
The figure smiled.
Sima Qingshan wiped the rain on his face and looked at the figure in white shirt.
The rain was falling from the sky, but when it was about to fall on the white shirt man, it was suddenly twisted.
"you……"
Sima Qingshan's eyes suddenly widened.
Such weird means can't help making people creepy.
"Hello poor painter, I just kill the pigsmith."
The corner of his mouth with a beard in white shirt was raised slightly, and he smiled.
Sima Qing shirt stayed.
far away.
The fierce brutal soldiers rushed in, and their straw shoes trampled on the bluestone ground, splashing water.
The muscular brutal soldier held the spear in his hand, pacing, and threw it.
The icy spear tore the gloomy rain curtain and whistled towards the Sima Qing shirt and white shirt people.
A group of brutal soldiers roared with excitement.
They can't wait to crush the two in front of them, rushing into the city of Nanjin, robbing wealth, robbing food, and robbing women.
Sima Qingshan took a step back, terrified by the whistling spear, and was all weak.
The white shirt man smiled.
"You should have just become a practitioner ..."
White shirt humane.
"Not by the point of the boy, nor by the practitioners of the Longmen Terracotta Army and the Wolong Ridge Aura ..."
"You should have entered the immortal land."
The white shirt man continued.
Sima Qingshan heard the words, but looked at him incredibly.
"Looks ... I'm right."
The white shirt smiled.
Then he raised his hand and waved it vigorously, and an aura of aura poured out of his spirit.
The terrible pressure caused countless spears to pierce the ground.
It's like these fierce spears, bowing their heads in front of white shirt men.
"My son said, we stopped fighting for three months."
"However, if there is a barbaric invasion, there is no pardon."
The man in white shirt shook his hand, grasping his hand on the pig-knife on his waist.
He glanced at the deadly Nanjin City defenders and the general who was still pierced with piercing spears.
Sighed.
Angry like a spit.
At the end of his breath, Tu Nuo suddenly turned into a killer.
far away.
The barbarian pulled out his waist knife and rushed towards the white shirt man frantically.
Victory is close at hand.
The gates of Nanjin City have been broken by them. Food, wealth, and women are all in front of them. How could they give up because of a white shirt.
The man in white shirt turned to look at Sima Qing shirt.
"I'm optimistic, the true practitioners, in the face of such a situation, are definitely not waiting to die."
"As a practitioner, I have the ability to turn the tide."
White shirt people, said.
The words fell.
The hand that fell on the handle of the pig-knife was suddenly hard.
Suddenly pulled out the waist knife, the black pig-knife scoring an arc in the rain curtain.
Hum ...
In Sima Qing shirt's shocking eyes.
There was an invisible blade of arc energy cut out, and the next moment, it became a half arc shape, sweeping through the savage soldiers, the body of these savage soldiers was cut in half.
The hot blood spilled out.
No white rain on the white shirts, or blood.
He let go of his hand, and the pig-knife was suspended in the air, shaking with excitement.
Hum ...
The pig-knife suddenly spun up.
Man in white shirt waved gently.
The slayer knife shot out.
Huh!
The blood shot and the head rolled.
Sima Qingshan saw the most memorable scene of his life.
Dense barbarian soldiers, under a pig-killer, looked like a little pig cub that was about to be slaughtered.
Outside the city.
A barbaric warrior roared.
Jumping up, there are nine bird-tailed feathers on the top of the head, making a circle.
The painted meat on the face was trembling.
He patted his hands and smashed into a pig-knives, in his hands, but still gave up.
Finally, he stopped the killing knife.
The white shirt person can't help but pick.
It seemed that the barbarian could actually block his knife.
"Barbarians Nine Feather Warriors ... Is it similar to the Jiuxiang Grandmaster of the Great Zhou Dynasty?"
White shirt lightly.
After that, he flicked his fingers.
The pig-knife held by the barbarian warrior whistled again and penetrated the heart of this barbarian warrior.
The barbarian was frightened.
The pig-knife hangs in the air and rotates at high speed.
A circle of knife shadows emerged from the periphery of Xu Xu.
"Imperial sword."
Man in white shirt speaks.
The next moment, the huge shadow of the sword was cut, and the ground was cut to make a knife mark, and a knife spread across it. In a moment, dozens of hundreds of brutal soldiers were under this knife and divided into two.
In front of Nanjin city.
As a spiritual practitioner, one man should be the one who will be closed.
The barbarian was smashed, and under the command of the barbarian chief, he quickly retreated from the city of Nanjin like a broken rock.
Sima Qingshan looked dazzled and shocked.
The strength of one person, retreating brutal army.
It's almost ... too spirited.
Sima Qingshan felt a fire burning in his chest. Is this ... a practitioner? !!
far away.
There were sounds of footsteps, and black shadows quickly flew over from the other end of Nanjin City.
Soon, nearly a hundred people wearing light armor fell on Qingshi Road in Nanjin City.
The white shirt man glanced at these light armored soldiers, yanked the corner of his mouth, wiped the pig-knife with a cloth, and turned his head to look at Sima Qingshan.
"You are the one who has had the great immortal fate, and you must waste it."
White shirt people, said.
The light armored soldier looked at the white shirt man, and a figure galloped from a distance.
Falling down, stepping on the rainwater.
The figure looked at the white shirt and arched his hands solemnly.
"Thank you."
The sincerity of the figure said that if it were not for the white shirt, Nanjin City would be reduced to on earth today.
The surrounding light armored soldiers are also arched.
The man in white shirt smiled, waved his hands in disappointment, and walked slowly while carrying a pig-killer.
"Don't thank me, the prince of North County said something good, not my ethnicity, his heart must be different ... Moreover, my son also said that during the war, the barbarians invaded and killed without pardon."
The white-shirted man smiled softly, and the figure gradually disappeared in the rain.
Sima Qingshan, who walked past God, quickly trot a few steps, and chased a few steps toward the white shirt.
"Senior ... who are you?"
However, his voice echoed on Qingshi Street, but no one responded to him.
With light armor, he came to the side of Sima Qingshan, "Below, the head of the Nanfu Army, Tang Yimo."
The figure said to Sima Qingshan.
Sima Qingshuang was stunned, Nanfu Army. Of course, he had heard that the army of practitioners in South County was mysterious and powerful.
"The white-shirted man just now called Nie Changqing, a disciple of Bai Yujing, and walking in the overhaul of the world, one person can be the enemy of all armies."
Tang Yimo looked at the disappearing long street, said.
After listening to Sima Qingshan, his body trembled.
The pigmaker Nie Changqing came from ... Bai Yujing?
Mysterious Bai Yujing!
Tang Yimo ignored Sima Qingshan's lost shirt.
He took the Nanfu Army, looked at the corpses on the ground, and looked at the general who died while he was killed, taking a deep breath.
It's not the case.
Raising his head, Tang Yimo's eyes were sharp, his arm waved forward, and he led the Nanfu army out of the gate.
Catching up with the retreating brute.
After some battles, thousands of corpses of brutal soldiers were left.
Within the city.
Sima Qingshan stared at Qiuyu and picked up the picture from the ground.
He unfolded the scroll, which was stained and lost its original charm.
Sima Qingshan sighed, dropped the picture, and went wet to the house.
Back home.
After twisting the rainwater on the blue shirt on his body, he quickly came to the desk, spread out the rice paper carefully, and took the ink with a pen.
A spirit of spirit gathers, and Dantian is still flowing with energy.
Began to paint.
The pen is strong and powerful, and bends like Jiuqu.
Soon, in the scrolls, the picture of the man in the white shirt dangling in the rain curtain and the green lane jumped onto the paper.
Sima Qingshan took a step back.
The person in the picture scroll seemed to come alive.
But when the white-shirted man turned his head and looked back, his beard face showed a smile toward Sima Qing shirt.
Sima Qingshan sat on an old wooden chair.
Looking at his ink-stained hands.
Suddenly, it seems to understand something.
...
Beiluo, Huxin Island.
Bai Yujing Pavilion on the second floor.
Lu Fan's white shirt was windless and automatic, and his heart was surging like it was inextricably bound, entangled in the golden mang sinking in Beiluo Lake.
Jin Mang grew stronger, faintly, from the size of fingernails to half the size of a fist.
There is a majestic flow of energy, which is a vast force.
Lu Fan stared, although he was only facing the energy of half a fist, but faintly, as if facing an entire world.
There was a low roar.
It was a ray of consciousness suppressed by Lu Fan, who arranged the formation as the master of the plane.
With this spiritual knowledge, Lu Fan can continuously absorb the origin of another world.
"This is the source ... very powerful energy."
"Vitality, destruction, creation has extreme power."
At Lu Fan's railing, hair fluttered, staring at the source, could not help muttering.
However, with the absorption of the origin, this frantic energy is full of wildness and full of impetuousness.
It's like a runaway wild horse.
Lu Fan understands that this is because from another world, to a new world ... lost its restraint and repression.
The source will naturally become unbridled.
In Lufan's words ...
That is, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.
On the island.
No one else could feel the breath of the origin, because Lu Fan isolated this energy.
"The origin is heaven."
Lu Panyu narrowed his eyes.
"If you want to advance into the lower martial arts world, or the high martial arts, you must have the origin of heaven."
Therefore, surrendering to this source has become a must for Lu Fan.
This is the main reason why Lu Fan chose to retreat this time.
Soul strength permeates.
Lu Fan closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in a wheelchair and appeared ideologically at the bottom of the lake, before the origin of the half-fist.
Uh ...
Secretly, it seemed that the sound of a heartbeat was shaking.
Above Lu Fan's head is a rippling lake, but on the lake, there is a circle of suppression.
Suction erupted.
Lu Fan stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers point at the origin.
The warmth wrapped around his fingers.
The next moment.
The origin of the size of these half fists has continued to grow and grow in front of Lu Fan ...
Wait for the clear picture.
However, Lu Fan raised his finger and pointed at the origin, but the origin, which was originally half the size of a fist, was a ball that had grown to a diameter of one kilometer.
The ball still released a terrible breath.
Lu Fanmeiyu picked up and looked around: "Is it the other end of the origin?"
That is the origin of the world in which the Lord of the Faces is located?
Rumble!
The world is gloomy.
There are all kinds of strange energy surging.
Storms, fires, thunder, and the sea sinking ...
This is a kind of attribute power, which belongs to the attribute power.
There is no such power in the origin of the Five Phoenix Continent ...
Lu Fan created the original intention to absorb such power.
After clear feelings, Lu Fan seemed to have an understanding. He looked at the origin of the sky and felt the flow of various mysterious energies.
He raised his hand and said that if there is wind, there will be a howling wind.
When it comes to fire, the flames of the sky are rising.
It said that there should be soil, a little mud fell into the ocean, and it turned into a thousand miles.
When there is a tree, a seed falls, and there are blinking flowers ...
He said, let there be light.
The gloomy clouds were broken open, and bright sunlight fell down from it, shining the world.
Property Aura.
The corner of Lu Fan's mouth slightly picked, so it turned out to be.
The continent exists in the Five Phoenix continent, and the ultimate strength is nothing but the physical possession of the five internal organs.
However, with the creation and improvement of the origin, perhaps, soon, we can break through the barrier and give birth to the attribute aura.
The five phoenix continents can also break through the barriers of low martial arts and step into Zhongwu.
Of course, the premise is ...
Lu Fan is able to tame and suppress this origin.
Stunned.
Lu Fan looked to the horizon.
But above the sky, the clouds rolled in.
Soon, it turned into a huge human face.
The face looked angrily at Lu Fan.
"Suppress my spiritual avatar, and dare to emerge from the origin world! Be bold!"
The face opened, and the next moment it turned into a giant palm.
Suddenly photographed towards the landing.
Lu Fan leaned against the wheelchair and flicked his fingers on the wheelchair guard.
Suddenly ...
The silver-bladed awn is suddenly visible, like a meteor flying across the night in the night.
Suddenly stacked in front of him.
Boom!
Big palm shot.
Clouds exploded.
However, the shields stacked by the silver blades are intact.
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The faces of the stacked clouds disappeared, but there was a ray of golden mans in the distance.
Instantly from far and near, Lu Fan's eyes appeared.
Jin Mang disappeared, showing a negative figure, a red robe rolled, a high hat, a fair complexion, two plumes falling down, and a little rouge between his eyebrows.
Squeeze the orchid and step on a clear flying sword.
The horror breath permeated.
Lu Fan looked at the figure, looking pale, his white shirt screaming in the wind.
This is the master of the face?
No wonder pinch orchid fingers ...
It's weird.
Lu Fan guessed that he would bring about this existence by observing the origin, but he did not expect that the other party would be faster than he imagined.