Chapter 176 The Chick That Fell from the Sky [First Update, Please Subscribe]

What I fear most is that the air suddenly becomes quiet.

Ni Yu tilted her head back and looked at the familiar figure behind her. The expression on her face began to gradually solidify and she felt the flesh on her face become a little stiff.

Even when the sugar-coated pill fell into the snow, she didn't feel any pain.

Of course, it is also because the sugar-coated pill will only last for a breath if it falls on the ground, so you can pick it up, blow on it and still eat it.

"Master... Young Master?!"

Ni Yudao.

Lu Fan sat upright in a wheelchair, looking at Ni Yu calmly.

However, he did not punish Ni Yu. After all, he, Lu Fan, had a very good temper.

Lu Fan glanced and waved his hand, and a pebble from the lakeside flew in front of him and floated. Lu Fan raised his finger and wrote lightly on it.

Bits of stone chips were scattered.

Then, Lu Fan waved his hand and the pebbles fell to the ground, crushing the pill with a "crack".

"My lord, I've been in seclusion for three months, so you might be a little stressed."

"This pebble records the method of refining the 'Body Tempering Pill'. Take a look at it first. I need to see the finished product in three days."

Lu Fan leaned against the wheelchair, his voice was very calm.

Ni Yu didn't know where to put his hands, and looked at the crushed sugar-coated pill with some heartache.

Sir, are you a devil?

Why didn't he let go of even one pill? She picked up the pebble from the ground with trembling hands and saw the densely packed small characters on it. That was the recipe for the pill.

No one else would be so casual as to carve the recipe of the elixir on the pebbles except the young master.

Ni Yu pursed his lips.

Does she dare to say no to the young master?

"Master...is the retreat over?"

Ning Zhao looked at Lu Fan, her eyes slightly lit up, she lightly tied up her black hair and said.

Lu Fan nodded.

"Sir, Jingyue and the others have left the island and are heading to various counties to fight against the Hu people."

Ning Zhao said: "A huge crisis has occurred in the world."

"I know."

Lu Fan was very calm and not too surprised.

Ning Zhao was stunned, then thought about it and realized, how could the young master not know about such a thing?

Although the young master seldom leaves the island, he sits alone in the pavilion and knows everything that is happening in the world.

There was a light snowfall.

It fell between the hair of several people, adding a few white flocs.

Of course, the white snow could not fall on Lu Fan. Invisible air currents flowed around his body, dispersing the white snow.

Lu Fan was wearing a white cloak and supporting his chin with one hand.

Afterwards, the Thousand Blade Chair moved automatically, went down from the Baiyujing Pavilion, and went towards the surface of Beiluo Lake.

Ni Yu held the pebble in his hand, and Ning Zhao looked over in confusion.

In the distance, Yi Yue, who was practicing, also opened his eyes and hurried over.

In the lake.

As if sensing Lu Fan's presence, the little Yinglong broke through the ice, but after being calmed down by Lu Fan, it went back into the lake.

The Thousand Blade Chair moved slowly, passed by the lakeside, and floated on the surface of the lake like a lone boat.

Tearing two ripples across the lake.

Lu Fan came to the center of the lake and slowly raised his hand.

The surface of the lake suddenly split into two parts.

This strange scene made Ni Yu and others stunned.

But at the bottom of the lake, there was a huge golden sphere floating out, and five colors were floating in the golden sphere.

There was a grand and majestic aura being released, which made Ning Zhao and others on the island feel panicked.

Even Ning Zhao, who was at the Ti Zang realm, didn't dare to look directly at the golden sphere.

“What…what is that?!”

Ning Zhao was somewhat shocked.

Ni Yu held the pebble tightly and swallowed his saliva: "Could it be the large sesame ball made by the young master?"

Ning Zhao: “…”

On the Beiluo Lake.

Lu Fan's hair fluttered as he looked at the floating plane origin, which was as big as the diameter of the black pot. He stretched out his hand... and attached his palm to it.

Buzz...

Strange waves began to surge.

At the top of Baiyujing, the clouds broke open and turned into a vortex, like an upside-down funnel.

Between heaven and earth, strange changes began to occur vaguely.

…

South County.

Outside the city of Nanjin, it was drizzling.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The situation on the battlefield has been controlled. Jing Yue's white shirt is not stained with blood. He holds the Jingtian sword and stabs at the barbarian army.

With one stab, the sword energy spread out for hundreds of meters, causing many barbarians to collapse and suffer serious injuries.

Under this sword stab, Jing Yue felt that his sword intent seemed to have been condensed a lot.

far away.

Sword Saint Hua Dongliu looked at Jing Yue's sword stab, his eyes lit up slightly.

Simplifying the sword moves and returning to the original simplicity may be the essence of kendo. It is actually very difficult to do a stab, a swing, or a sweep well.

I didn't expect that Jing Yue could actually understand this level.

Hua Dongliu could naturally see what Jing Yue's purpose was. Jing Yue wanted to condense his sword intent, just like his Dongliu sword intent. When the sword was out, it was like a rushing river flowing eastward, carrying the power of Dongliu and possessing a tremendous force.

In order to comprehend the Dongliu sword intent, Hua Dongliu spent a full thirty years.

The Huadong River flew over the city wall.

He drew out the "Chao Ju" and swung it violently. Countless sword shadows gathered around the sword. The next moment, it rushed out like flowing water.

Huadong wandered and landed next to Jingyue.

"To comprehend the sword's will, you must keep a spirit in your heart. You must understand what your heart wants and what your sword... wants."

East China Flow Channel.

"The sword has its own intention. If you understand the sword's intention, you can condense the sword's intention in one go."

Hua Dongliu looked at Jing Yue and smiled.

"The times are different now. The emergence of spiritual energy has given swords a spirit, making it easier to condense sword intent... You should experience it with your heart."

Jing Yue nodded and held the Jingtian sword.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the spiritual energy in the Qi Dan was surging and brewing.

Hua Dongliu didn't say anything, he just rushed out with sword in hand.

Although they belong to the underworld, but... the world is not just the world of the court, they, the underworld, are also an important part of the world.

How could they sit idly by when the barbarians invaded? After the reinforcements from all sides, the battle in Nanjun gained a huge advantage, and the barbarians began to retreat.

After Tang Yimo opened his second meridian, he became like a madman, killing people in all directions.

Those strange black-robed priests were all killed by Tang Yimo.

In the dense forest.

There seemed to be a sound of the ground rumbling.

That burly figure emerged from the depths of the dense forest.

The ground beneath his feet kept squirming, pushing him forward.

Tang Yimo's body suddenly tensed up. The moment this man appeared, he felt a huge pressure.

"A cultivator from Baiyujing?"

This burly man, wrapped in a black robe, moved gently and gracefully.

He glanced at Jing Yue in the distance, and his sight finally fell on Tang Yimo.

"You are practicing the devil's art. Falling into the devil's way is a sin."

The man in black robe crossed his fingers across his chest, like an elegant scholar.

However, that burly figure was incompatible with his temperament.

Tang Yimo doesn't talk nonsense.

His entire body was red, and the blue veins seemed to have emerged from his body surface.

The whole person was like a mad demon, bursting out in an instant, and the ground beneath his feet was trampled into depressions and cracks.

This big man must be the culprit who manipulated the barbarians to launch an attack and caused this war. As long as this culprit is killed, the barbarians will retreat.

"So cranky."

The soil under the feet of the burly man actually moved on its own, causing his body to move continuously.

Tang Yimo's attack could not keep up with his speed.

This feeling is very bad.

"I am at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm. Although your technique gives you the combat power of the Foundation Establishment Realm, it is mostly physical attacks."

"You have to know that in this world, the truly powerful thing is magic."

"No matter how strong your body is, if you can't touch me, then...what's the use?"

Great Han Road.

Tang Yimo's eyes seemed to burst into blood, and his speed was getting faster and faster.

Because of the unrestrained burst of the second meridian, Tang Yimo's skin began to bleed. It was because his body could not keep up with the rhythm of the power.

The big man chuckled.

Raise your hand and wave.

Boom! A thick stone pillar suddenly rose from the ground.

Tang Yimo punched the stone pillar, causing it to shatter.

With the help of the creeping ground, the big man moved to a distant place, smiling elegantly.

He continued to wave his hands, hook his fingers, and chant something.

Earth thorns continued to grow on the ground.

This weird fighting method makes people feel creepy.

Of course, Tang Yimo was not afraid. He opened fire at full force and every stone pillar was shattered by him.

"What a strong body. Unfortunately, there is a limit to how strong a body is..."

The big man smiled elegantly.

Raise both hands in applause.

With a "snap" sound, they slapped together.

The next moment, the rubble on the ground surged forward, and Tang Yimo felt a darkness in front of his eyes, and the next moment it was completely dark.

Two hemispherical pieces of earth suddenly flew up and covered Tang Yimo.

It formed a ball and fell quietly to the ground.

There were also rustling pieces of gravel falling from the surface of the sphere.

The big man smiled softly.

He raised his head and looked into the distance, towards the city wall of Nanjin City.

"Lord of the Planes..."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The burly man crossed his fingers across his chest again. Even though he was just a wanderer, he still wanted to maintain his elegance.

Behind him, more black-robed priests appeared. Their eyes were lifeless, as if their souls had been corroded.

They are like tools who only know how to cast spells.

Everyone was shocked when Tang Yimo was banned.

Jing Yue suddenly opened his eyes.

There were invisible air waves surging around his body.

After Hua Dongliu's guidance, Jing Yue suddenly realized what sword intent was.

"My sword intention... is to move forward without hesitation!"

Jing Yue whispered.

He held the Jingtian Sword in his hand, holding the sword himself.

He felt as if he was back to the time when he was practicing sword-fighting in Beiluo Lake, and the sense of accomplishment as he watched the lake water being cut through bit by bit surged in his heart.

Time and time again, the sword energy grew longer and longer.

Buzz...

Jing Yue opened his eyes.

The whole body seemed to be replaced by an invisible sharpness.

Sword Intentions...

Jing Yue grasped the sword, took a bow step forward, and stabbed forward with the sword.

A simple and unpretentious move.

Stab the burly man directly.

The ground seemed to be cut open by the sharp sword energy, leaving a crack.

There seemed to be a faint stream of sword energy, gushing out and piercing straight five hundred meters.

The burly man's feet stabilized the squirming ground.

He raised his hand and waved it gently.

In front of him, dozens of stone slabs rose from the ground.

Jing Yue’s sword intent attacked.

Bang, bang, bang! Starting from a distance, the stone slabs were pierced by the sword energy one after another.

The stone slabs one after another were simply unable to stop the sword energy...

One sword pierced through fifty-two stone slabs.

When it finally pierced through the last stone slab of the burly man, the sword energy became so weak that it was inaudible, as if it had turned into a stream of air, blowing through the burly man's body.

Cut off a strand of the burly man's hair.

"swordsman."

The burly man narrowed his eyes.

The natives of this world seem to have something special.

They all have monstrous talents, whether it's the kid whose physical body bursts out with the combat power of the Ti Hidden Realm, or the swordsman whose sword pierced through 52 stone slabs.

They are all very unusual.

The sword attack failed, Jing Yue frowned slightly, held the Jingtian sword, took out a folded cloth from his arms, unfolded it carefully, took out a Qi Gathering Pill from the cloth and put it into his mouth.

The spiritual energy in his body surged again.

Raised the sword.

Since one sword can't solve it, then... use a few more swords! The burly man waved his hand.

The black-robed priests behind him stepped out and began to chant.

As he chanted, earth spikes suddenly shot out and whizzed towards Jing Yue.

The disciples of the Taoist Pavilion led by Xie Yunling also shouted loudly, stepped on the Star Step, and formed a formation again.

There was a huge circular formation plate made of spiritual energy, suspended in front of everyone, blocking the earth thorns.

On the city of Nanjin.

A figure in green slowly appeared.

Sima Qingshan looked a little tired. He had been in Longmen for three months, cultivating his own strength. He wanted to become like Nie Zhangqing, who could kill the enemy with just a wave of his hand.

He held the brush in his hand and looked at the bloody battlefield under the city of Southern Jin.

I looked up and saw the cold rain falling continuously.

Sima Qingshan took out the white scroll behind him, unfolded it suddenly, and swung the brush in the air, using the rain as ink.

Spiritual energy surged out from the Qi Pill.

Splashing rain ink on the scroll.

Under the city of Southern Jin.

The burly man with his hands on his chest suddenly saw a different scene in front of his eyes.

However, the battlefield with mountains of corpses and seas of blood disappeared.

There was only continuous drizzle, and it seemed like there was a lake under my feet, with the drizzle hitting the surface of the lake, creating small ripples.

He looked around, only to find that the sky and earth seemed to have transformed into one color and scene.

It's like an endless cage.

On the city wall of Nanjin City.

Sima Qingshan's face was pale, but he was smiling.

The poor painter picked up his brush and used rain as ink to paint a picture of drizzle, trapping the burly man.

…

North County.

The battlefield was extremely brutal.

Because there is no cultivator as powerful as Nie Zhangqing in Beijun.

So the battle is even more brutal.

Jiang Li led the troops and directed the battle formation, and actually gained a slight advantage. When the Beijun cavalry collided with the Xirong soldiers, it was as if ice and snow were melting away.

King Xirong's gaze fell on Jiang Li, who was wearing silver armor.

"This is truly a magnificent world, with so many outstanding people... What a pity."

The King of Xirong sighed.

He felt he needed to give these outstanding people the respect they deserved.

So, he got off the chariot himself, and took one step at a time, with increasing speed, turning into a trail of afterimages and rushing towards Jiang Li.

An invisible crisis.

Jiang Li suddenly felt his scalp tingling.

It was as if the shadow of death enveloped him in an instant.

Jiang Li subconsciously drew out the dagger behind him and blocked his chest with it.

A black shadow squatted on the head of Jiang Li's horse at some point, and stretched out a finger, pointing at Jiang Li.

Jiang Li blocked with a dagger.

With a click.

The dagger exploded...

Jiang Li was also knocked off the horse by the huge force, with blood spurting out of his mouth.

The two practitioners from Beijun came frantically to stop them.

Chi Lian rushed over like a madman.

However, the King of Xirong just waved his hand.

Boom! The terrible pressure caused Chi Lian and the others to fly backwards.

The King of Xirong walked step by step to Jiang Li.

"You are a great man. Tell me your name so I can remember you."

The Kingly Way of the Western Rong.

"You are not the King of Xirong..."

Jiang Li looked at the person in front of him, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and said lightly.

"What I did was evil, so... I don't have the face to face you. Therefore, I put on someone else's face, so... I can have a clear conscience."

The King of Xirong spoke with a conflicted tone.

"Oh."

“Bullshit hypocrisy.”

Jiang Li smiled.

"You don't even dare to show your face. You don't deserve to know my name."

Jiang Li Road.

The compassion on King Xirong's face disappeared. He looked at Jiang Li indifferently and raised a finger.

He was about to point at Jiang Li's brow.

In the distance, Chi Lian, vomiting blood, rushed over madly.

Everything in the world seemed to have lost its color and sound in Jiang Li's eyes and ears.

Suddenly.

A downy yellow chick flew across the sky with a confused look on its face.

As luck would have it, it fell into Jiang Li's arms and bounced back and forth with full elasticity.

The King of Xirong was about to point his finger, but was interrupted by this and paused.

Hmm? What is this?

PS: I am recommending a book called "I Am Really Immortal". This book... should be immortal.

(End of this chapter)