Jing Yue was aggrieved.
As one of the Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect, this was the second time he ran away in a panic.
He didn't want to run away either. If he could wait for the arrival of the Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect, he would definitely dare to turn around and fight, but... he can't wait!
If there is a word of sword heart and sword intent, it is very likely that he has already had his sword heart corrupted, and his sword intent has collapsed into scum.
However, he has no regrets.
Isn't it good to be alive
Stepping on the soles of his feet, bursting with energy and blood, he ran wildly on the roof with the pineapple sword box on his back, flying across the room, away from the place where Chen Mansion was wrong.
As a master swordsman of the Six Rings, he had to leave unless Lu Fan really wanted to keep him.
He made the right bet. This time, Lu Fan was the same as last time, and had no intention of keeping him.
Fly over seven or eight roofs.
suddenly.
Jing Yue's heart trembled, as one of the Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect, he still had some strength, his body spun on the spot at high speed, and his black robe flew flying.
The body turned sideways three times, and the soles of the feet landed firmly on the roof, crushing a black tile.
in front of him.
A graceful figure stopped him.
The setting sun is like blood, reflecting the long white dress, fluttering like a fairy.
Three thousand black hair spread out, and the eyebrows and eyes are picturesque.
This is a very beautiful person, just like a person walking out of a painting.
The fluttering air current made this person even more immortal, like a banished fairy in the sky.
Ning Zhao looked at Jing Yue solemnly, and his spiritual energy mobilized.
She didn't have a sword in her hands. After all, the Cicada Wing Sword was in the handle of Lu Fan's wheelchair.
"Young Master is in the Chen Mansion, you are from the Chen Mansion..."
Ning Zhao's long eyelashes seemed to be shining in the setting sun.
After finishing dealing with the affairs of the island in the middle of the lake, she heard that Lu Fan was killing people as soon as she got to the island, so she hurried over.
But he happened to meet Jing Yue who was running away.
"You are carrying a yellow pear wood sword box, and you are a member of the Sword Sect. My son wants to make Beiluo City have no Sword Sect... So, you can't leave."
Ning Zhao's red lips parted slightly, and said lightly.
"Young Master Lu's maid?"
Jing Yue recognized Ning Zhao, so he was very dignified.
"You are not my opponent, go away... Otherwise, I will be ruthless under the sword."
Jing Yue said.
He didn't want to get entangled with Ning Zhao, mainly because Ning Zhao was Lu Fan's maidservant.
He ran away twice, but Lu Fan didn't touch him, but if he hurt the maid, or killed the maid...
Then Young Master Lu, I am afraid that he will chase him to the ends of the earth.
After all, he heard that the young master of Beiluo Lu has a very small mind...
Ning Zhao smiled, she raised her hand, two strands of light blue air surged in her palm, the gauze skirt on her body was rolled up, and there was determination in her eyes.
This time... she won't let the young master down.
war!
Ning Zhao's little feet stood on a black tile, his blood roared, and a strange noise exploded, his body was like a ghost under the radiance of the setting sun.
Jing Yue focused his eyes, his body exploded with six abnormal noises, and the sword stabbed out mercilessly.
He was afraid that Nie Changqing would be fine.
Could it be that he was still afraid that Ning Zhao would become a mere master
…
Outside Beiluo City, on the endless plain, smoke and dust billowed.
Horseshoe trampling.
There are four figures wearing bamboo hats and carrying pineapple sword boxes galloping forward on horseback.
The iron-blooded sentinels guarding the top of the city immediately discovered the target, and the news spread throughout the top of the city.
The Iron-Blooded Guards all moved. One after another, they pulled up the crossbows in the army and put them on the top of the city. Once the enemy approached, they would shoot at them with random arrows.
However, the sound of horseshoes did not stop, it still exploded, sending dust into the sky.
Finally, on Beiluo City, the defenders let go of their bowstrings, and arrows shot out one by one, arcing across the sky, turning into a rain of arrows.
And the four galloping horses slipped from the horse's back and slid to the horse's belly in an instant, and the arrows fell one after another.
Shoot four horses into a sieve.
The sound of sword chanting burst out, and there was a continuous sound of blood rushing into the sky.
The four figures, using lightness kung fu from under the fallen horse's belly, flew out quickly.
Came to the city wall of Beiluo covered with mottled traces.
Clang and explode.
Sparks fly.
The sword's edge touched the slight gaps in the city wall, and the sword body bent and bounced off, using this force to fly over the city wall and climb straight up.
The four of them rushed up the city wall hand in hand.
Lu Changkong's top-notch city defenders roared and swung a heavy sword to kill him.
These four people wore bamboo hats, and they didn't seem to want to fight, and they didn't dare to fight. Once they were under siege, no matter how good their martial arts were, it would be useless. They could be hacked to death with random knives.
The crisp sword chant continued.
The bodies of the four flew past the iron-blooded soldiers gathered around the city.
The sole of the foot lightly stepped on the shoulder, and it floated far away.
After crossing the iron-blooded soldiers and the city wall, he followed the inner city wall, pressed his sword against the wall, drew sparks, and landed in the city.
…
Dozens of miles outside Beiluo City.
Three hundred cavalry trampled on the ground and walked slowly.
Among the three hundred iron riders, there was a carriage pulled by five horses galloping at high speed, and the wheels of the cart turned, raising dust.
Five horses travel, this is the national teacher's car.
Lu Changkong rode on horseback, dressed in iron, with a serious expression on his face.
The curtain of the carriage was opened, and the hair was disheveled. The Confucian scholar with his chest open was carrying a gourd and sat sideways in the co-driver with the driver.
"City Master Lu, I have committed a hexagram addiction again, do you want to have a hexagram?"
Mo Tianyu took a sip of wine, sat sideways on the frame of the carriage, and shouted at Lu Changkong who was riding on the horse.
The eyes under Lu Changkong's helmet were burning, and he glanced at him.
"Sir, you follow the national teacher, why do you like fortune-telling? Isn't fortune-telling something done by the magic sticks of the Tianji family?"
Mo Tianyu, with disheveled hair, laughed, scratched his exposed chest, took a sip of gourd wine, and said, "There is a sequence in hearing the truth. I learned the hexagrams first, and then I was taken away by my master to learn Confucianism. The past is unbearable... "
Lu Changkong nodded.
"The journey is lonely, so let's listen to the teacher."
Lu Changkong said.
Mo Tianyu's eyes lit up, and he took out three plates of shiny copper coins from his pocket, held them in the palm of his hand, took a sip of wine, held it in his mouth, and then sprayed it towards the three copper coins.
Unexpectedly, the three copper coins sprayed rolled up in the wine, and finally fell into the palm of Mo Tianyu's hand.
"Hehe, interesting..."
"The hexagram shows that there is great danger. City Lord Lu, you will kill your son when you leave the city. The sword faction will be in charge of Beiluo, and the blood in the city will flow like rivers... tsk tsk tsk, what a bloody disaster."
Mo Tianyu stared at it for a while, then said with his mouth shut.
Lu Changkong frowned, and a look of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
However…
Haven't waited for him to attack.
In the distance, there was the sound of horseshoes, galloping towards Beiluo City.
On the horseback was a soldier wearing Beiluo army armor.
After being stopped.
Kneeling on one knee, he slid in front of Lu Changkong, kicking up dust.
"Report!"
"explain."
"Beiluo city sent a message. The three great families summoned hundreds of Confucian scholars and sword masters to question the young master on Beiluo Lake. They also hired ruffian mobs to unite with Beiluo merchants, causing a riot."
"And there are four masters of the Sword Sect knocking on the city wall with their swords, entering the city with light kung fu!"
The soldier lowered his head and spoke extremely fast.
After Lu Changkong finished listening, his whole body was filled with qi and blood, and his eyes revealed a murderous look!
"How dare the sword sect?!"
Instead of yelling at the three great families, Lu Changkong directly scolded the Sword Sect. The death of the three great families is nothing to worry about. It is the Sword Sect who can really make trouble.
He knew that the Sword Sect was going to make trouble, but he didn't expect that the action would come so quickly!
the other side.
Mo Tianyu laughed.
He raised his head to the sky and screamed, and got back into the carriage.
"This time, Lao Tzu's hexagram seems to be right."
"One word and one hexagram count life and death, and one kan and one yu judge reincarnation..."
Mo Tianyu laughed and returned to the carriage.
Lu Changkong glanced at him with a cold face, the whip was pulled down, and the horse raised its front hooves and neighed.
The three hundred cavalry speeded up and rushed back to Beiluo City at full speed under the pull of the bloody setting sun.
…
Chen's mansion.
There was no sound, blood flowed all over the ground, even staining the water in the pond red.
The wind blows, bringing a fishy wind all over the place.
Lu Fan wore a white robe, not stained with any blood, and played with the chess pieces with a jade-like complexion.
Now that "Baiyujing" was established, and Beiluo City was the city where Baiyujing was located, Lu Fan naturally would not allow any other forces in the city.
Yes, remove it.
suddenly.
Lu Fan raised his eyebrows.
He turned his head to look at the long street outside the mansion.
Nie Zhangqing put away the butcher's knife and stood beside Lu Fan with a solemn expression.
"Young master... there are masters."
Nie Zhangqing said.
Lu Fan nodded, and with a soul strength of 13, he naturally sensed the murderous aura sweeping over from the four black clouds.
As if thinking of something, the corner of Lu Fan's mouth twitched slightly.
"The last struggle of the Sword Sect..."
Afterwards, he threw the pieces he was playing back into the chess box.
"Yi Yue, let's go."
Lu Fan said.
"Here."
Yiyue Humei's face was slightly serious, and she pushed the wheelchair to the Chen residence, while Ni Yu walked beside her step by step.
Nie Changqing grabbed the butcher's knife, wiped the blood off it with his sleeve, and followed with twinkling eyes.
(end of this chapter)