The knife is floating!
Holding a sword out of thin air, like a fairy trick!
On twenty or thirty flower boats, there were hundreds of Confucian scholars, all of them looked in disbelief at the butcher's knife floating in the air and cutting towards them against common sense!
That knife... can fly? !
It is not very strange that the knife can fly, after all, the organist has created a flying knife.
However, this flying knife is a hidden weapon, completely different from the flying butcher knife in front of me!
Around the butcher's knife in front of him was a vague silhouette of a big knife, carrying a sense of depression that made every Confucian scholar breathless.
Among the hundreds of scholars... which one has such means? !
The Confucian scholars on the flower boat all shut their mouths.
They stared at the butcher's knife coming from Yu Kong, beads of sweat oozed from their foreheads.
Nie Zhangqing stepped on the boat pole erected on the lake, the clothes on his body fluttered under the wind.
His blood, which was suppressed by Hao Ranqi, boiled again.
Using spiritual energy to control the sword, cut out this dazzling and gorgeous knife.
This is the strongest strike he, Nie Changqing, Master Cheng has made so far.
However, Nie Zhangqing was very calm, and his heart was as calm as he usually felt when he stabbed a little piggy.
"Compared to the young master's Yi Nian Gai Zhen Han Lianxiao's spiritual pressure... my methods are insignificant."
Nie Zhangqing murmured.
The next moment, when his eyes fell on the flower boat, he became calm and calm.
boom!
Smoke swirls.
The awe-inspiring gas draws the mist all over the lake like three flowers gathering on the top.
The faces of the hundreds of Confucian scholars changed suddenly.
They didn't expect Lu Fan to ask Nie Zhangqing to do it.
They are all Confucian scholars with fame and reputation. Their status may not be noble, but they are definitely sensitive.
Did Lu Fan really dare to kill them
Once they are killed, they will definitely attract the attention of the great Confucians in the court, and even attract the attention of the national teacher.
When the time comes... How will Lu Fan end up? !
However.
No matter what these Confucian scholars think...
Nie Changqing's saber had already been cut off after all.
The surface of the lake, which had been blown by the wind and had layers of ripples and waves, suddenly calmed down, like a mirror, without waves, and the quietness made people tremble.
The flower boat locked by the butcher knife.
The expressions of the leading scholars who stood proudly at the bow of the boat suddenly changed drastically.
He is not only a Confucian scholar, but also a warrior.
Although he was only a second-rate warrior, Nie Changqing's knife made him feel like falling into Abi Hell.
The uprightness on his face disappeared, and the arrogance in his chest also dissipated.
On the deck of the flower boat, he turned his head, squeezed away the Confucian scholars behind him, and rushed back like crazy.
hum...
Everyone is waiting for the butcher's knife to fall.
However, Nie Zhangqing's butcher's knife disappointed them and did not hit the flower boat.
Instead, it hangs an inch in front of the deck of the flower boat.
The weird levitation is even more frightening.
The surface of the lake was silent, and the Confucian scholars on the other flower boats stared wide-eyed, but seeing that there were no waves, they felt dull for a while.
However.
On the locked flower boat, many Confucian scholars turned around like the first person crazily and wanted to escape. Before fleeing a few steps, their bodies were soaked in blood, cut off at the waist, and separated directly.
Rumble!
moment.
White foam appeared on the calm lake, as if a white snake had spread from under the boat pole that Nie Zhangqing stepped on to the flower boat.
The surface of the lake was actually divided into two shallowly, reaching hundreds of meters.
This knife seems to have the aura of slaying the dragon.
The awe-inspiring righteousness of the Confucian scholars collapsed into a mess under this knife.
Click.
The flower boat was broken.
Although the pig-killing knife was not cut off, there were knife marks on the flower boat.
A few Confucian scholars who ran fast were lucky enough not to die, but their green shirts were bleeding, howled miserably, and fell on the board of the boat.
The hull cracked.
The turquoise lake water gushed and poured into the flower boat.
The flower boat began to sink, and the Confucian scholars on the boat lost their spirits and lost their dignity. They were just a group of scholars who were not even as good as third-rate warriors.
Many scholars took off their long gowns, and regardless of the coldness of the lake, they jumped off the flower boats and swam towards other flower boats or the shore.
Some scholars who couldn't swim were paralyzed on the boat, their faces pale.
Nie Changqing raised his hand.
In the shape of a sucking palm, the butcher's knife hanging at the front of the sinking flower boat wobbled back unexpectedly.
In the end, he was held by Nie Zhangqing.
Standing on the boat's pole, a seat of commoner clothes was shaking in the wind, but it was a knife that opened the lake.
Yu Dao Jue, which appeared for the first time in the world, ended with a stunning ending.
The Confucian scholars on the other flower boats were stunned.
Many people are trembling...
One knife can open the lake, kill people, and destroy boats!
Is this really a martial arts method? !
The legendary master of martial arts, and even the masters of a hundred schools of thought... I'm afraid they can't do this!
The entire surface of Beiluo Lake was silent.
The fishing boat wobbled.
Ning Zhao held the Cicada Wing Sword in her hand and stood quietly on the boat. Looking at the unimaginable scene in front of her, her plump red lips parted slightly.
Even she... was also extremely surprised.
Beside her, Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, didn't even look at him. The wind was blowing his hair, and he held up the white chess piece with a faint smile.
One hand wiped lightly on the clean and dust-free chessboard.
next moment.
The white piece held between the middle finger and index finger suddenly landed on the Tianyuan star on the chessboard.
"Patter."
"Old Nie, continue."
Lu Fan said lightly.
The spiritual pressure chessboard flickered for a while, falling black stones released five times the spiritual pressure, and falling white stones restored 50% of the spiritual energy for setting goals.
There is no half wisp of spiritual energy, and Nie Zhangqing only has one wisp, so recovering 50% is equivalent to recovering one wisp.
Standing on the boat's pole, Nie Zhangqing, holding a butcher's knife, opened his eyes again.
Excitement flashed across his face.
That aura that makes people want to stop... is back again!
hum...
The pig-killing knife in his hand was entwined with spiritual energy again.
Nie Zhangqing, who still had doubts about the knife he just slashed, slashed again from a different angle in the air.
Aim for another flower boat.
The Confucian scholars on board were terrified.
They still can't be as calm as water in the face of life and death like the great Confucians.
On the boat's pole, Nie Changqing kept wielding his sword.
On the solitary boat, Lu Fan dropped off frequently.
The two cooperated very well.
The picture is actually somewhat poetic.
Twenty pieces are dropped in a row, each of which is a white piece.
Nie Changqing also cut twenty knives in a row, beating the flower boat with his knives.
I have a deeper understanding of the Imperial Sword Jue.
As for Beiluo Lake, a group of Confucian scholars, regardless of their demeanor, fell into the lake like dumplings.
Their faces were pale from the cold, but they dared not speak out.
The corpses of some Confucian scholars who were killed by the butcher's knife fell into Beiluo Lake, causing pools of blood to bubble up in Beiluo Lake.
The smoke surrounding Beiluo Lake dissipated.
It was dispelled by Nie Zhangqing's 20 swords.
Nie Zhangqing returned to the fishing boat, pulling the boat's pole.
On the boat, Lu Fan was leisurely putting the chess pieces back into the chess box.
"My lord, the remaining Confucian scholars... how to deal with it?"
"Killed with one knife?"
Nie Changqing asked while holding the butcher's knife.
Lu Fan rubbed his slender fingers, propped his chin, and glanced at a group of Confucian scholars in Beiluo Lake.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"Let them flop around, wanting to step on me, Lu Ping'an, to achieve the reputation of being a 'hot-headed beauty'... how can it be done without paying a price."
"If you drown, it's fine, if you don't drown..."
"When they land on shore, the City Lord's Mansion will send someone to settle the matter with them."
Lu Fan said lightly.
"Now, let's go to the Zuichen Pavilion first."
…
Xu Yuan behind the fishing boat.
Chen Beixun's eyes tightened. He was carrying a sword box made of yellow pear wood, and his body was trembling slightly.
With a sword in the air, cut the lake with one blow!
Abandoned disciple of Taoist sect... so strong? !
What a desperate knife that was.
Beside him, Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan had already slumped on the board of the boat, their eyes glazed over.
"This...how is this possible?!"
"Is he still human?! Is there really anyone in the world who can kill an enemy with a sword?"
Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan growled almost in a daze.
"Don't worry... and my Sword Sect Grandmaster!"
Chen Beixun clenched his fists and his eyes flickered.
The smoke lingering on the surface of Beiluo Lake was cleared away by Nie Zhangqing.
In the depths of the smoke, a swaying boat also leaped out.
Chen Beixun's eyes were bright, staring at a lonely figure sitting cross-legged on the lonely boat.
Like him, the figure is carrying a pineapple sword box with four swords in it.
That's the Sword Sect walking in Zhongnan Tianshan!
Four swords mean that this person is a warrior swordsman with the strength of a master of six rings!
suddenly.
Chen Beixun's eyes showed excitement.
But he saw the lonely swordsman on the lonely boat standing up, his robe fluttering in the wind.
The swordsman of the sword faction is about to make a move!
However…
Chen Beixun's excited expression quickly froze.
Because, after the swordsman of the sword sect got up, he burst out his blood without hesitation and hit the boat pole, causing the lone boat to fly.
Leaving long and narrow ripples on the surface of the lake.
He fled quickly without looking back.
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