Sima Qingshan's legs were shaking, the cold rain slapped on his face, and the chill of the autumn rain seemed to penetrate his skin and permeate every inch of his body.

The city of the Southern Jin Dynasty was broken, the barbarians invaded, and the general guarding the city of the Southern Jin Dynasty blocked the barbarians with his body, and was pierced by several spears, kneeling on the ground, even if he was kneeling, the general never let go of the sword in his hand.

It seems that even if he is dead, he will clench the sword in his hand and kill the barbarians.

Sima Qingshan clenched his fists.

Being in Nanjin City, he is very aware of the temperament of these barbarians, and almost every once in a while, Nanjin City will start a war with the barbarians, and there are countless battles large and small.

However, as there has never been a large-scale attack by brutes, as it is today.

This made Nanjin City not react at once, and it was too late to ask Nanjiang City for help.

"Poor painter?"

A white-clad figure smiled and spoke.

"It's the first time I've heard someone put poverty as a prefix in front of their name. ”

The figure smiled.

Sima Qingshan wiped the rain from his face and looked at the white-shirted figure.

The rain poured down from the sky, and when it was about to fall on the white-shirted man, it suddenly twisted.

"You ......"

Sima Qingshan's eyes suddenly widened.

Such a strange method can't help but make people feel creepy.

"Hello poor painter, I'm just a pig killer. ”

The corners of the white-shirted man's unshaven mouth were slightly raised, and he smiled.

Sima Qingyi was stunned.

Distance.

The ferocious brutes began to rush in a frenzy, their straw sandals trampling on the bluestone ground, splashing water.

The muscular brute holds the spear in his hand, and throws the spear with one step.

The icy spear tore through the gloomy rain curtain and roared towards Sima Qingyi and the white-shirted people.

A group of brutes roared excitedly.

They couldn't wait to crush the two people in front of them, rush into the Southern Jin City, and rob the wealth, food, and women.

Sima Qingyi was frightened by the whistling spear and took a step back, and his whole body was weak.

The man in the white shirt smiled.

"You must have just become a cultivator......

The white shirt is humane.

"It's not a cultivator who has been enlightened by Gongzi, nor is it a cultivator made by the Longmen Terracotta Warriors and the aura of Wolongling......"

"You should have entered the land of immortals. ”

The man in white continued.

When Sima Qingshan heard this, he looked at him in disbelief.

"It seems...... I was right. ”

The man in the white shirt smiled.

Then he raised his hand and waved it violently, and a majestic aura poured out from his qi pill.

The terrible pressure caused countless thrown spears to stick to the ground.

It's like these fierce spears, bowing down in front of the white-shirted people.

"Childe said, stop the war for three months. ”

"But if there is a barbarian invasion, it will be killed. ”

The man in the white shirt shook his hand, and his hand was on the pig-killing knife at his waist.

He glanced at the defenders of Southern Jin City who had died tragically, and the general who had been pierced through the body with several spears, but still glared angrily.

sighed.

Breath like a dragon spitting.

At the end of his breath, he suddenly turned into a murderous intent.

Distance.

The brute drew his waist knife and rushed at the white-shirted man in a frenzy.

Victory is within reach.

The city gate of Nanjin City has been broken by them, food, wealth, and women are all close at hand, how could they give up because of the obstruction of a mere white-shirted man.

The man in the white shirt turned his head to look at Sima Qingshan.

"Look, a true cultivator, in the face of such a situation, it is definitely not a matter of waiting for death. ”

"As cultivators, we have the ability to turn the tide of battle. ”

The man in the white shirt, Dao.

The words fell.

The hand that fell on the handle of the pig-killing knife suddenly exerted force.

Suddenly pulled out the knife at his waist, and the pitch-black pig-killing knife cut an arc in the rain.

Airplanes......

In Sima Qingshan's shocked gaze.

There was an invisible arc of sword qi slashing out, and the next moment, it became a semi-arc, sweeping past the rushing barbarians, and the bodies of these barbarians were directly cut in half.

Hot blood poured out.

There is no rain on the white-shirted man, otherwise there will be blood.

He let go of his hand, and the pig-killing knife was suspended in the air, shaking slightly, exuding a sound of excitement.

Airplanes......

The pig-killing knife spun suddenly.

The man in the white shirt waved his hand lightly.

The pig-killing knife shot out.

Puff puff!

Blood is pumping, heads are rolling.

Sima Qingshan saw the most unforgettable scene in his life.

The dense brute soldiers, under a pig-killing knife, were like little piglets waiting to be slaughtered.

Outside the city.

A barbarian warrior roared.

Jumping up, nine bird tail feathers are stuck on the top of his head, and they are wrapped in a circle.

The paint-coated flesh on his face trembled.

He slapped his hands and slammed into the pig-killing knife, his hands drenched in blood, but he still didn't give up.

Finally, he stopped the pig-killing knife.

The eyebrows of the white-shirted man couldn't help but be raised.

It seems that he did not expect this barbarian to be able to block his sword.

"Barbarian Nine Feathered Warriors...... Is it similar to the Nine Rings Grandmaster of the Great Zhou Dynasty?"

The white-shirted man said lightly.

Then, with a flick of his fingers.

The pig-killing knife held in the hands of the barbarian warrior roared again, piercing through the heart of the barbarian warrior.

The barbarians were terrified.

The pig-killing knife hangs in the air, spinning at high speed.

A circle of sword shadows appeared on the periphery.

"Edgeblade. ”

The man in the white shirt spoke.

The next moment, a huge sword shadow slashed down, and the ground was cut out of knife marks, and a knife swept through, and in an instant, dozens of hundreds of barbarians were divided into two under this knife.

In front of the Southern Jin Dynasty.

Cultivators, one husband should be closed.

The barbarian soldiers were killed, and under the command of the barbarian leader, they were like a collapsed mountain rock, and quickly withdrew from the Southern Jin City.

Sima Qingshan was dizzy and shocked.

The power of one person retreats the army of barbarians.

It's simply ...... Too high-spirited.

Sima Qingshan felt a fire burning in his chest, this was ...... Cultivators?!

Distance.

There was the sound of footsteps, and black shadows flew quickly from the other end of Nanjin City.

After a while, nearly a hundred figures wearing light armor landed on the bluestone road of Nanjin City.

The white-shirted man glanced at these lightly armored soldiers, the corners of his mouth twitched, and after wiping the pig-killing knife with a cloth, the shoulder knife turned his head to look at Sima Qingshan.

"You are a person who has won the great immortal fate, don't waste this immortal fate. ”

The man in the white shirt, Dao.

The lightly armored soldier looked at the white-shirted man, and a figure galloped from a distance.

Falling down, crushing the rain all over the ground.

The figure looked at the white shirt and arched his hands solemnly.

"Thank you. ”

The figure said sincerely, if it weren't for the white-shirted man's action, Nanjin City would definitely fall into hell on earth today.

The surrounding light armor soldiers are also all surrendered.

The white-shirted man smiled, waved his hand disappretently, and walked slowly with the pig-killing knife on his shoulder.

"Don't thank me, Beijun Taishou has a good saying, if it is not my race, its heart will be different...... Besides, my son-in-law also said that during the cessation of the war, the barbarians invaded and killed without mercy. ”

The man in the white shirt chuckled, and his figure faded into the rain.

Sima Qingshan, who came to his senses, hurriedly trotted a few steps and chased a few steps towards the man in white shirt who disappeared.

"Senior...... Who the hell are you?"

However, his voice echoed through Bluestone Street, but no one answered him.

With the figure of light armor, he came to Sima Qingshan's side, "Below, the head of the Nanfu Army, Tang Yimo." ”

The figure said to Sima Qingshan.

Sima Qingyi was stunned, Nanfu Army, of course he had heard of it, the cultivator army in Nanjun was mysterious and powerful.

"The white-shirted man just now, called Nie Changqing, a disciple of Bai Yujing, a great cultivator who walks the world, one person can defeat the existence of ten thousand armies. ”

Tang Yimo looked at the long street that had disappeared and said.

After Sima Qingshan heard this, his body trembled.

Pig killer Nie Changqing, from ...... Bai Yujing?

Mysterious Bai Yujing!

Tang Yimo ignored Sima Qingshan, who was depressed.

He took the Nanfu army, looked at the corpses all over the ground, looked at the general who defended the city without turning a blind eye, and took a deep breath.

It can't just be left at that.

Raising his head, Tang Yimo's eyes were sharp, his arm waved forward violently, and he led the Nanfu army to rush out of the city gate.

Caught up with the barbarians who were still retreating.

After a bloody battle, thousands of corpses of barbarians were left behind, and the barbarians who were killed retreated in fear.

Inside the city.

Sima Qingyi stared at Qiu Yu and picked up the scroll from the ground.

He unfolded the scroll, which was defiled and lost its original charm.

Sima Qingshan sighed, threw down the picture scroll, and walked home wet.

Back home.

wrung a handful of the rain from the green shirt on his body, and hurriedly came to the desk, carefully spread out the rice paper, and took the pen to dye the ink.

A stream of spirit is condensed, and there seems to be qi flowing in the dantian.

Start drawing.

The pen is strong and powerful, and the bends are like nine curves.

Soon, in the picture scroll, the picture of the white-shirted man with a knife in the rain curtain blue lane jumped on the paper.

Sima Qingshan took a step back.

The person in the picture scroll in his eyes seemed to come to life.

saw the white-shirted man turn his head and look back, and a smile appeared on his unshaven face towards Sima Qingshan.

Sima Qingyi sat on the old wooden chair.

Looking at his ink-stained hands.

Suddenly, I seemed to understand something.

......

North Luo, the island in the middle of the lake.

The second floor of the Baiyujing Pavilion.

Lu Fan's white shirt was windless, and his heart surged as if it had turned into a thousand threads, entangled in the golden mangs that sank in Beiluo Lake.

Jin Mang grew stronger and stronger, faintly, from the size of a fingernail to the size of half a fist.

There is a majestic flow of energy in it, and it is a vast force.

Lu Fan stared, although he was only facing half a fist-sized amount of energy, but vaguely, as if he was facing a whole world.

There was a low roar.

It was a wisp of spiritual consciousness that was suppressed by Lu Fan and arranged the formation as the master of the plane of the array.

With this spiritual sense, Lu Fan can continue to absorb the origin of another world.

"That's the origin...... Very powerful energy. ”

"Living, destroying, and creating have extreme power. ”

Lu Pan leaned on the railing, his hair was flying, staring at the source, and he couldn't help but murmur.

However, with the absorption of the source, this manic energy is full of wildness and irritability.

It's like a wild horse on the loose.

Lu Fan understands that this is because he has come from another world to a new world...... Bondage and repression were lost.

Origin naturally becomes bohemian.

In Lu Fan's words......

That is, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.

on the islands.

None of the others felt the breath of the origin, because Lu Fan cut off this energy.

"The origin is the way of heaven. ”

Lu Fan's eyes narrowed.

"If the low-martial world wants to be promoted to a middle martial or a high martial art, it must give birth to the origin of the Heavenly Dao. ”

Therefore, surrendering this origin has become something that Lu Pan must do.

This is also the main reason why Lu Pan chose to retreat this time.

The intensity of the soul is pervasive.

Lu Fan closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he was sitting in a wheelchair, and appeared at the bottom of the lake with ideology, in front of the half-fist-sized source.

Knock Knock......

Faintly, there seemed to be a heartbeat vibrating.

Above Lu Fan's head was a rippling lake, but on the lake, there was a circle of formations suppressing it.

Bursting with suction.

Lu Fan stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers pointed at the origin.

A feeling of warmth wrapped around his fingers.

The next moment.

This half-fist-sized origin is constantly growing and growing in front of Lu Fan's eyes......

Wait for the clarity of the picture in front of you.

But I saw that Lu Fan raised his finger and pointed at the origin, and the origin, which was originally only half the size of a fist, was a round ball that had grown to a diameter of one kilometer.

The orb still emits an extremely terrifying aura.

Lu Fanyu raised his eyebrows and looked around: "Is it the other end of the origin?"

That is, the origin of the world in which the Lord of Faces is located?

Thundered!

Heaven and earth are gloomy.

There are all sorts of strange energies surging around.

Violent winds, fires burning the sky, thunder exploding, and the sea rising and falling......

This is a kind of attribute power, a power that belongs to attributes.

This kind of power does not exist in the origin of the Five Phoenix Continent......

Lu Fan's creation of the origin is intended to absorb such power.

After feeling it clearly, Lu Fan seemed to have an understanding, he looked at the origin on the heavenly dome, and felt the flow of various mysterious energies.

He lifted up his hand and said that there would be a wind, and it howled.

He said that there should be fire, and the flames of the sky were stirring.

said that there should be soil, a little mud fell into the sea, and it turned into a thousand miles of flat rivers in an instant.

It is said that there should be wood, and when a seed falls, there will be flowers blooming all over the mountain in the blink of an eye......

He said, Let there be light.

The gloomy clouds were broken, and the sun shone down brightly, shining on the heavens and the earth.

Attribute aura.

The corners of Lu Fan's mouth twitched slightly, so it turned out that this was the case.

There are shackles in the Five Phoenix Continent, and the ultimate strength is only the body storage realm that has been tempered with the five internal organs, and it is impossible to derive attribute aura at all.

However, with the creation and improvement of the origin, perhaps, soon, it will be possible to break through the barrier and give birth to attribute aura.

The Five Phoenix Continent can also break the barrier of low martial arts and step into the middle martial arts.

Provided, of course......

Lu Fan was able to tame and suppress this origin.

Suddenly.

Lu Fan looked at the sky.

But I saw clouds rolling in above the heavenly dome.

Soon, it turned into a huge human face.

The face looked at Lu Fan angrily.

"Suppress my spirit consciousness clone, and dare to appear in the origin world!

The human face spoke, and the next moment, it turned into a giant palm that covered the sky.

Towards Lu Fan, he took a sharp shot.

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair, and his fingers flicked lightly on the wheelchair gauntlet.

Suddenly......

The silver blade is just a flash of light, like a meteor streaked across the night sky in the night.

Suddenly stacked in front of him.

Boom!

The big palm clapped down.

The clouds exploded.

However, the shield stacked with silver blades was undamaged.

Lu Fan took the silver blade.

The faces of the people stacked in the clouds disappeared, but I saw a golden ray in the distance.

In an instant, from far to near, appeared in Lu Fan's eyes.

The golden mangs dispersed, revealing a figure with a negative hand, a red robe rolled up, a high hat, a fair face, two strands of hanging sideburns hanging down, and a little bit of rouge seemed to be smeared between the eyebrows.

Pinching orchids in his hands and stepping on a bright flying sword.

The aura of terror spreads.

Lu Pan looked at this figure, his face was indifferent, and his white shirt was hunting in the wind.

This is the Lord of Faces?

No wonder the orchid fingers are pinched......

It's weird.

Lu Fan guessed that his visualization of the origin would definitely attract this existence, but he didn't expect that the other party would come faster than he imagined.