Lu Pan has always felt that he is a good-tempered person.

However, it is one thing to have a good temper, and it is another thing to protect your short-tempered.

Nie Shuang, the big-headed child who knelt in front of Lu Fan on a rainy night and begged him to save Nie Changqing.

Now he has become a practitioner who can stand alone.

For a long time, Nie Shuang's hard work and hard work on the island in the middle of the lake have been seen by Lu Fan.

Compared with Ni Yu's laziness of fishing for three days and drying nets for two days, Nie Shuang can be said to be a representative of hard work.

Diligent kids, who doesn't like that?

Nie Shuang is Lu Fan's most optimistic cub.

Therefore, Nie Shuang was hit by King Xirong's punch in the battlefield of Beijun until he vomited blood and fell into a coma, how could Lu Fan do nothing.

On Beiluo Lake.

The terrible pressure almost condensed into substance.

The soul of the blonde man kneeling on the surface of the lake didn't dare to move, and the old monster of the Jindan Realm was angry, which was definitely not something that the Body Hiding Realm could resist.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair and ignored the blonde man and the Buddhist monk.

He holds a chess piece between his fingers.

On the spiritual pressure chessboard, it seems to reflect the mountains and rivers.

The blonde man and the Buddhist monk, as well as the spiritual clone of the Lord of the Martial World Plane who had been trapped, all looked at in shock.

The chessboard...... It's actually a mysterious weapon again?!

Smack.

Lu Fan left a son.

It was as if an invisible fluctuation spread across the entire heaven and earth.

Lu Fan's white robe hunted and hunted, as if it was being blown by the wind, and his sideburns were also flying sideways, brushing Lu Fan's red lips and white face, and he was a little ethereal.

......

North County, outside the Tianhan Pass.

On the endless grassland, heavy snow fell, as if covered with a thick layer of cotton jacket.

King Xijon sat on the chair, and several Xijon warriors carried it, and walked one step deeper and one shallow step against the wind and snow.

Behind him, they were also followed by the long line of Xirong's army, who withdrew from Tianhan Pass in Beijun for a temporary rest.

The people of Sijon were already familiar with this war.

For the Xijon people, once winter arrives, it is the peak of war.

Every year, King Xirong would lead a large army to attack Beijun, wanting to break through the blockade of Tianhan Pass and enter the vast and rich land after entering the pass.

Once they are in those places, there will be countless food waiting for them.

They don't have to worry about running out of food for the whole winter.

However, the Tianhan Pass was difficult to break, and the Xirong army left countless corpses almost every year.

Although the war was brutal, it was an imperative for King Sijon.

If you beat the best and get enough food, you can live happily all winter.

If it is defeated, it will not matter, many people will die, and the food supply will be much looser.

And this year, the leaders of the various tribes of Xijon felt unusual.

King Xirong called on all the Rong people to gather, and there were 100,000 troops to attack Tianhan Pass.

This scale is unprecedented.

Moreover, the feeling that King Xijon gave them was extremely weird, which made them full of oppression.

There are several tribal leaders with different opinions, whose necks have been broken by the king of Xirong, and their bodies have been thrown into the snowstorm, and they have long been covered under the vast snow, and they are so cold that they can't find it if they want to look for it.

The remaining leaders dared not speak out, and the arbitrary king of Xirong mastered the military power of the Xijon army.

Neither leader can compete with the king of Sijon.

The most terrible ...... It was the force of King Xirong, so strong that it made people desperate.

King Sijon, who was sitting on a chair, was thinking.

Beijun can't be broken, Taixuan and Jiang Li are actually not worried, although they are called heroes, but they ...... But he is only a mortal.

The white blue bird that came to his aid, Nie Shuang was the one who made him feel tricky.

Although it is only a condensation realm, it ...... The method is extremely strange.

The girl manipulated the three fire phoenixes, which made him anxious, and that's it.

And the big-headed boy, with his amazing perseverance and solid skills, punched him.

King Sijon was overwhelmed with emotion.

This world is very magnificent, and heroes and Tianjiao are frequent, which is really nostalgic.

The world he used to be in was like this.

But later, it was ruined.

Well?

Suddenly.

I don't know when the heavy snow stopped.

Between heaven and earth, there is an incomparably terrible pressure, a huge pressure, as if it makes people breathless.

King Xirong's nerves tensed suddenly, and it was a dangerous feeling that spread from the depths of his heart.

The horses of Sijon's army were neighing, a kind of panic that had encountered great terror.

Beasts are born with a more acute perception than humans.

King Sijon leaped from his chair.

Thundered!

On the sky, the clouds rolled.

The next moment, the wind and snow seemed to be torn apart and turned into a huge palm.

The middle finger of the palm is stacked on the index finger, as if a chess player is playing chess.

"Who?!"

King Sijon was shocked.

The pupils in the depths of the eyes couldn't help but constrict.

There was no dialogue, and there were no words.

Chess players use heaven, earth, mountains and rivers as a chessboard.

At that moment, King Xijon burst out with the strength of his body, and the strength of the peak of the foundation was vividly displayed by him.

Boom!

The huge palm of the hand fell slowly in the posture of a falling child.

Rumble!

The heavy snow on the ground seemed to be completely washed away by the huge pressure at this moment, revealing the bare grassland soil below.

All the soldiers in the army of Xijon knelt on the ground in a depressed manner, and many tribal leaders were full of horror......

What happened?

Their conquest was without God's permission...... Have you angered the gods of the steppe?!

The black-pressed Xijon army all knelt in the ice and snow.

They didn't dare to move.

King Xirong landed, and the aura of the peak foundation exploded to the extreme.

In the eyes of many chieftains, their kings ...... It's like fighting against the sky!

Disobedience to heaven, disobedience to orders.

The Sijon people and the leaders of the tribes of Sijon watched snugly.

Boom!

The pressure was so great that it almost made the wind and snow burst.

King Xijon's shocked eyes were about to burst out.

"This pressure ......"

King Sijon gasped.

He frantically resisted this pressure with the strength of the pinnacle of foundation building.

"Jindan Realm...... Monster?!"

"Lord of the planes of this world?"

King Xijon's heart was shaken, and he felt incredible.

This is just a low-martial world, why is there an old monster in the Jindan realm?

Heaven and earth seemed to turn into a cage at this moment.

There was a white flame beating in King Sijon's eyes.

Faintly between.

He saw a blurred figure.

Sitting in a wheelchair, the clip rolled up his sleeves and dropped on the chessboard, and after dropping the piece, the other party seemed to notice something, slowly raised his head, and looked at him with a pair of eyes.

King Sijon felt his mind be struck by a heavy hammer.

Bleeding from the nose and mouth.

The human skin attached to the face is burned and evaporated.

A charred face was revealed.

Mori's white flames burned up, enveloping his head completely.

King Sijon didn't want to die......

The white flames were indeed weird, and the moment they appeared, they actually made King Xijon burst out with the power to break free from the pressure.

Kicked the ground.

The earth trembled slightly.

King Xirong turned into a black light and rushed out of the spiritual pressure area.

He rushed into the ice and snow, ran wildly in the snow, and swept away countless wind and snow.

......

Beiluo Lake.

Lu Fan's eyebrows raised slightly.

"Huh?"

"Actually broke the spiritual pressure of the spiritual pressure chessboard?"

It was the first time Lu Fan had encountered such a situation, and it was normally impossible for King Xirong to break free from his spiritual pressure.

"Is it because of the white flames?"

"The flame...... It doesn't seem to be something that the Body Treasure Realm can have. ”

Lu Pan was thoughtful.

He rolled up his sleeves again, picked up a sunspot from the chess box, dropped the sunspot, stacked it on top of the original sunspot, and slowly pushed his middle finger forward, causing the chess piece to fall on the chessboard, making a slight friction sound.

There is no body hidden realm that cannot be solved by falling a chess piece, if there is...... Then two will fall.

......

The frantically fleeing King Xijon felt as if he had turned into an ant.

Escape through the vastness of the chessboard.

His head burned with a white fire, the "Bone Flame", the culprit who caused the destruction of his world, and his world was ruined in order to obtain this flame.

This flame came from a high-level plane, and in order to obtain this flame, he even betrayed the world that originally belonged to him.

However, he has no regrets.

With the "Bone Ghost Fire", he will be able to make a comeback sooner or later.

As long as he gains a world and gives him enough time to develop indecently, he will definitely be able to build on the original foundation and become a true powerhouse!

Therefore, when he felt the attraction of a low-martial world, he came without hesitation.

He thought it was his chance.

After all, in a low-martial world, there is no threat to his existence at all, there is a bone and a ghostly fire, even if it is the master of the plane, he is not afraid.

Can ...... now

He was wrong.

Couldn't be more wrong!

This...... It's not a simple low-martial world!

The master of this plane is actually the existence of the Jindan Realm!

Escape!

The farther he escapes, the better, as long as he survives, as long as the bone fire is not lost, he can make a comeback!

King Sijon fled frantically.

But......

Heaven and earth seemed to freeze again, turning into a chessboard, no matter how he escaped, he couldn't escape this area, he couldn't escape from the constraints of the chessboard.

The snow cleared again.

It turned into a palm that fell on the chessboard.

Like a chess player, he dropped his finger again.

King Sijon roared.

The flames gradually spread to his body, and the whole person turned into a white flame.

He clenched his fists, and flames burst into the sky, melting the snow and ice around him.

Collide with a finger that fell from the clouds.

Boom!

The Flame Man fell to his knees.

"Lord of the plane! spare your life! I have no intention of offending, and I am willing to exchange the lives of 100,000 Xijon troops for one life!"

The flame man raised his head with difficulty, and the terrifying spiritual pressure made it very difficult for him to even speak.

Still, he screamed in fear.

He doesn't want to die!

King Sijon's voice was undisguised.

Faintly, it seems to follow the wind and snow, spreading all over the ice and snow.

The army of Sijon who knelt on the ground, all of them were discolored, and looked at their king in disbelief.

The leaders of the various tribes were even more terrified, and their bodies were trembling.

Their king...... To sacrifice them to God?

Between heaven and earth.

The clouds are surging.

Then......

It turned into a human face, a huge human face, and the mouth of the human face opened and closed, as if the sound of heaven and earth was roaring.

"There is a wrong, there is a debtor, you will pay the debt of my Bai Yujing child punching and vomiting blood. ”

"The debt of Sijon shall be taken by the northern county. ”

The words of the human face roared, as if the wind and snow were shattered.

Below.

King Xirong, who was kneeling in the ice and snow, was stunned.

What the?

Punching Bai Yujing's children's debts?

These words reminded King Xirong of the picture of him punching the stubborn boy under the Tianhan Pass.

attracted the attack of the old monster of Jindan Realm, was it actually because of that punch?

Is it just because of that punch?!

At this moment.

King Xirong had a feeling of being aggrieved to the extreme.

He was actually very cautious, and even put on the face of King Xijon, just to not attract attention, just to quietly invade this world.

He's been struggling.

Just a punch at a child.

That punch buried himself.

He's so unwilling!

"This world is just a low martial art, why is there a Jindan Realm?! Why is you, the Lord of Faces, the Jindan Realm?!"

"I'm not convinced! I'm not reconciled!"

King Sijon roared.

However, the sky once again gathered its palms, like a chessboard.

Rumble!

King Xijon was unwilling to roar, and with the roar of a great avalanche, he was completely submerged.

The army of 100,000 Sijon knelt in the wind and snow, trembling as they watched their king, annihilated by the might of heaven and earth.

......

Beiluo Lake.

The lakeside breeze is gentle, and the lake water is like a mirror, faintly, and there seems to be a little ripple spreading.

Suddenly.

The fog was rolling in, the lake was sunken, and it looked like a transparent ship was gliding.

The thick fog shattered, and a large aura palm emerged.

The blonde man kneeling on the ground shook his body.

Nailed by the silver blade, the dying Buddhist monk couldn't help but look over.

But I saw ......

In the palm of the aura's hand, there is a soulful spirit that has no love......

The soul was wrapped in the white flames, and it was still roaring, exuding extremely strong resentment and unwillingness.

When I saw the soul of a blonde man and the soul of a Buddhist monk.

The spirit of King Sijon was stunned.

The blonde man smiled awkwardly at King Xijon's spirit.

"What a coincidence, you're here too. ”

The Buddhist monk opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

After the spirit of King Sijon was sluggish, he struggled and roared again.

The blonde man looked at the struggling soul of King Xijon with some sympathy.

He wanted to be reminded.

However, he has not yet spoken.

The young man who was sitting in a wheelchair with red lips and white teeth, as if he was like jade, had already made a move.

Lu Fan glanced at the soul of King Xirong who was constantly struggling.

Raise your hand and flick it on the gauntlet.

Silver glitters.

The next moment......

The soul of the struggling King Xirong did not dare to move.

Because in front of him, a dense silver blade exuding a cold aura hung in front of him, and each silver blade seemed to release a terrifying aura, and each of these silver blades was actually a high-grade treasure!

At this time, the soul of King Xijon saw the young man in a wheelchair clearly.

"Lord of the Plane?"

"Condensation Realm?"

King Xijon was stunned.

At first, King Xijon had the same illusion as the blonde man and the Buddhist monk.

However, when Lu Fan raised his hand, he waved it lightly.

When the silver blade pierced through his body, forcibly cutting and separating the white flames that had melted into his soul......

King Sijon understood......

On the surface, some people are just ordinary qi refining garbage, but behind the scenes, they are extremely terrifying Jindan Realm old monsters.

Stripped forest white flames.

was made by Lu Fan's hand and floated in front of him.

Cold, hot, two strange attributes were strangely mixed in this flame.

Lu Fan stared at the flames, and the flames seemed to reflect Lu Fan's figure.

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