Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The rainstorm poured in, and the big raindrops dropped from the air, leaving the world in a haze.

Organ on the city.

The tyrant king Xiang Shaoyun was carrying Qian Qili, the rain flowing down his hair, eyebrows, and chin.

上 on the cable.

Jian Mo's thin and light body stood, silver scissors suspended on the side of his cheek, constantly rotating at high speed, splashing rainwater, and the water flowed into the silk at his chin.

Howl roared still between the cliffs.

"Practitioner ..."

The overlord sighed slowly.

He raised his hand, his thick arm grabbed the long axe behind him.

Even practitioners, even if they are overlords, dare not neglect at all.

I have experienced things in Wolong Ridge, and the Overlord treats practitioners with great dignity. Any practitioner is very strong.

"The Mojia also secretly cultivated practitioners?"

Overlord frowned, said.

On the iron cable, Mo Liuqi walked one step.

Suspended scissors, like stars in the night.

The Momo Family ...

For the Mohist, Mo Liuqi has no emotions. The Mohists do not want to make the assassins full of emotions, because emotional assassins will have flaws and easily lead to mission failure.

Therefore, in the Mo family, the life of the assassin is depressed.

Even, the city of organs is still where many assassins want to leave, just like a trace of Mo. His wish is to complete the last mission, leave the city of organs, and retire to the countryside.

For Mo Liuqi, the cold Mo family couldn't give him warmth.

But what made him feel warm was Azhu and Mo Yichen.

上 on the cable.

A Xiliang warrior waving his sword rushed to Mo Liuqi.

Xi Bawang raised his hand and stopped every Xiliang warrior from moving.

In the battle of the cultivators, Overlord does not want anyone to intervene.

In fact, Overlord is also very excited. His blood is boiling slightly. His first encounter with a practitioner has made him inexplicably expectant.

Qi Mo Liuqi calmed down.

The world in which the rain is pouring is quiet, just like his gradually lonely heart.

Suddenly, Mo Liuqi was a little lost.

He hates the cold and ruthless face.

今日 But today, he seems to be the one he hated the most.

The distance of ten feet, not far or short, is the distance between Mo Liuqi on the iron cable and the overlord on the tower.

内 Within this distance, Mo Liuqi's most certain distance.

Within this range, he can control the Silver Scissors, with the intention of imperial scissors, to assassinate the Overlord from all angles.

Qi Mo Liuqi stood on the spot, he was motionless, like a sculpture, rain water poured on him, splashing on the surface of the skin, spreading the blossoms, making his figure a bit hazy.

Stunned.

There was a sound of tearing.

Like a shooting star across the night, cutting drops of raindrops in half.

The tyrant holds his axe and squints.

The enchantment twirled between them, and suddenly waved the axe in his hand.

when!

A squeak sounded like a thunder in a rainy night, deafening.

Silver scissors were flying and spinning at high speed in the air.

Jian Mo's eyes were staring.

Aura twisted around him, making his face look a bit fuzzy.

He waved his hand, and the silver scissors stabbed again quickly.

The axe violently chopped out in the hand of the overlord.

Fly the silver scissors and fly for dozens of meters.

The torrential rain seemed to be the best concealment of the scissors, and the sound of the torrential rain made the trail of the scissors even more unpredictable.

Qi Mo Liuqi knows the power of overlords.

His only chance of winning is "Yiyiyu She" after the aura increase.

This is a collision between a ranged practitioner and a melee practitioner.

Qi Mo Liuqi knew that his strength was a little worse than that of the Overlord, but he did not give up.

He remembered the methods of Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao on Huxin Island in his mind.

That is the strongest practitioner he has ever seen besides Lu Shaozhu. Their methods can be used for reference.

Ning Ningzhao used the spirit pressure gathered by Nie Changqing's royal sword ...

He is inspired by Mo Liuqi.

Qi Lufan said that Mo Liuqi is a genius, and it is not unreasonable. For practice, Mo Liuqi has a unique advantage.

I was able to enlighten myself to cut it without the increase of Reiki, even Lu Fan was sighing.

The tyrant felt the pressure, even if the whole body was entangled with magical energy, the arrogant speeding silver scissors seemed to give him a fatal blow at any time.

"咄!"

上 on the cable.

Shake suddenly.

Jian Mo's six-seven pairs of palms clasped together, sip softly, the will is released to the extreme.

Under the torrential rain, this "whistle" should have disappeared in the roar, but it seemed to cross time and space and exploded in the overlord's eardrum at a distance of ten feet.

The overlord's axe suddenly threw out.

Stunned.

The high-speed rotating silver scissors actually split into two, bypassed the overlord's axe, and cut to the overlord's throat and heart.

Overlord squinted, and roared like a thunder.

The axe's axe suddenly retracted, reached his chest, and flew the disassembled silver scissors.

"Interesting ..."

"You are not a practitioner cultivated by the Mohist. The Mohist ... cannot cultivate a practitioner like you."

Overlord.

Alas, the temptation is over.

This battle of practitioners should also come to an end.

墨 六七 is very good, but ... it's just some small surprises to Overlord, more ... still disappointed.

Compared with Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing, Mo Liuqi is still too weak.

Boom!

The enchantment of the tyrant's body lingered around, the rainstorm pouring down from the sky was stagnant, and then it suddenly flew.

The leap was dancing, the body leaned forward like a leopard.

I stepped out one step, and the standing water splashed four feet.

He jumped high and landed on the iron cable from the city. The iron cable dangled endlessly, bouncing off countless rainwater.

Qi Mo Liuqi froze with cold, controlled the silver scissors, and constantly launched attacks on the overlord.

He has failed again and again, but he has not given up.

The tyrant walks on the iron cable, and looks like a predatory wolf, galloping fast.

Fearing the terrifying pressure and strong wind, Mo Liuqi's full hair was scattered, making him feel as if his heart was tightened by a big hand.

The ten-foot distance between Sunda and the Overlord is continuously shortening.

The Overlord is really strong.

Maybe ... Only Lu Shaozhu can suppress the other party.

Boom!

The overwhelming impact of the tyrant overlord caused the rain to slap on Mo Liuqi's face.

The piercing pain made him close his eyes, control the aura of the whole body, and form oppressive ... spiritual pressure!

With a long axe, he stopped abruptly and hovered an inch in front of Mo Liuqi's forehead. The rain dripped slowly along the axe blade.

"Nie Changqing's Royal Sword Technique, Ning Zhao's Pressure ..."

"Are you from Beiluo Beijing?"

The tyrant faintly said, his voice filled with wild oppression.

The spiritual pressure condensed by Qi Mo Liuqi is too small for the Overlord, but it is ... this is the skill of Bai Yujing's practice.

Therefore, the overlord speculated that Mo Liuqi may be related to Bai Yujing.

If Mo Liuqi is a Mo family assassin, then the overlord naturally doesn't care, and killing with an axe is.

However, if Mo Liuqi came from Beiluo Baiyujing, Naha would have to think about it.

少 Bai Yujing, the young master in the middle of the land, is a mysterious spiritual practitioner. It is impossible to know how strong his strength is.

Ye Bawang doesn't want to offend Lu Shaozhu for the time being.

I was able to let Nie Changqing be a coachman and Ning Zhao be our maidservant Lu Shaozhu. It was absolutely stronger than he imagined.

Qi Mo opened his eyes in Liuqiqi. He did not answer the overlord, but he did not deny it.

He came here to say goodbye to Azhu. After saying goodbye, he would enter Huxin Island and become a disciple of Baiyujing.

Therefore, it is true that he came from Bai Yujing.

I just did not expect that farewell was farewell.

"I know what you hate ..."

"But this is a different camp. I didn't die, so they died."

Ba Wang said lightly.

"Let's go, just when I give Lu Shaozhu a face."

The tyrant straightened his body, and the tyrannosaurus more than two meters tall was burly.

Qi Mo Liuqi lowered his face, dripping raindrops from the tip of his hair.

He didn't speak harshly, nor was he unyielding.

He stood up and grabbed the silver scissors.

He turned silently, and the rain hit him, making his body tremble slightly.

Hit him, it's too weak.

He wants to be stronger!

Wu Bawang looked at Mo Liuqi's departing figure, his eyes were indifferent.

Let go of the tiger?

In addition to selling Lu Shaozhu's face, there is another reason why the Overlord stayed at the death of Mo Liuqi, that is ... he needs pressure ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ there is pressure to be motivated, so he deliberately releases tigers.

The appearance and departure of Qi Mo Liu Qi is just an episode for the Overlord.

The long axe raised and the roar lingered.

The Xixiliang warriors stormed into the city of organs under the heavy rain.

Uh ...

Beibei Luo, Huxin Island.

Lu Lufan regained his mind.

It was not unexpected that Lu Mo was defeated by Lu Mo Liuqi. If Mo Luqi could win, it would be strange.

The overlord who became a queen of the demon, Jiu Duan Qi, even if Ning Zhao is not necessarily his opponent.

"This tyrant is a bit interesting ... Do you keep Mo Liuqi as a sharpening stone?"

Qi Lufan shook the glass, and the mellow liquor flowed.

He no longer thinks about the events of Mo Liuqi, and Lu Fan did not expect the death of Aju, but the world is not a fairy tale, and there are not so many complete and beautiful.

Take a sip of plum wine.

The leaning bar listened to the wind, and Lu Fan began to think about some things.

The first thing to consider is "raising the dragon."

After that, it was the question of how to make "Bai Yujing" a force of detachment.

After the battle of Wonglongling Xiangong, Bai Yujing has already become famous in the world.

I can't ...

He seems to be a little bit wanting to become a detachment.

What Lu Fan wants to do is to work harder and make Bai Yujing a detachment force above all the princes.

I was just thinking about Lu Fan.

In the distance, there was faint cheering, and there was a constant farting sound with "噗噗" in the cheer.

Lu Lu turned his head and looked at the place where Ni Yu and Jing Yue were.

He saw the black pot in front of them.

There is a lot of smoky elixir like jelly beans exuding heat.