The blood on the long street has not yet dried, and the people on both sides have already dispersed.
Collapsed stalls, scattered vegetable leaves...
A look of depression.
End of Long Street.
Four figures dressed in black, with sword boxes on their backs and hats on their heads, came slowly.
They are different from ordinary Tsing Yi Sword Sect disciples, they wear black robes, and they have at least three swords hidden in a pineapple sword case on their backs.
In the Sword School, Zang Sanjian is the master of the Five Rings.
The strength of the four people in front of them is indeed very strong, not weaker than the previous Taoist Han Lianxiao.
Behind the four of them, there were teams of iron-blooded soldiers chasing after them holding long knives.
However, the speed of the four sword sect masters was extremely fast, even though they were walking, they were unable to catch up with the running soldiers.
The purpose of these four masters is very simple, to capture the thief first to capture the king.
Beiluo City was the target of the Sword Sect. They had originally hidden in a remote place outside Beiluo City.
After receiving a message from Jing Yue, one of the Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect, he rushed over immediately.
The young master of Beiluo, Lu Ping'an, was insane and went on a killing spree, completely breaking the rules of the game.
This made them unable to make plans for Bei Luo, and could only choose the most desperate method.
In fact, even if they were masters, it would be extremely dangerous if they chose to enter the city to capture and kill Lu Fan.
After all, once they are surrounded and beaten by the army, they are likely to die tragically on the spot.
Therefore, they chose to make a quick decision. In the fastest way, they directly entered the enemy camp, broke through with their strength, captured and killed Lu Fan, and then escaped.
As long as they are not surrounded by the army, they will definitely be able to escape with the strength of the Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect.
The Sword Sect is good at producing assassins.
They are swordsmen of the sword sect, and they pay attention to a happy and vengeful relationship, and they go straight to each other.
In the world of mortals, get out of the sword.
The sun is setting.
The sky gradually darkened, and a sense of gloom and chill swept over the long street.
Yi Yue pushed the wheelchair, and the sound of wooden wheels and green bricks being rolled could be heard.
Lu Fan wore a white robe, sat in a wheelchair, propped his chin with one hand, and his temple hair fell down his cheeks.
Ni Yu nervously carried the chessboard on her back, puffed up her face, and stared ahead.
Nie Zhangqing was holding the butcher's knife, his face was cold and serious, and he walked slowly, gaining momentum with every step.
he knows…
Next, there will be an uphill battle.
Luo Cheng is an important person escorting the three great families.
Liu Ye, Zhu Yishan and others were also among the crowd with earthy faces.
Chen Beixun's eyes were ashen, he lowered his head, his beard was already extremely dirty, his body was shaking slightly, he was frightened.
The Chen family is gone...
The Liu family and the Zhu family are gone, and the iron family was pulled out just like that.
Lu Fan's ruthlessness and determination once again hit his mind hard.
He thought that Lu Fan would be tied up when Lu Changkong was not around, but... he was wrong.
Lu Changkong left the city and went to Beijing, which made Lu Fan more unscrupulous and let go of his hands and feet...
The three aristocratic families were directly raided, and the important personnel of more than 30 merchants, large and small, were all beheaded by Lu Fan with a wave of his hand.
This is a bloody day.
The master of the sword sect also died tragically on the spot.
Chen Beixun raised his head numbly.
He looked at the end of the long street in the distance, the four sword sect masters walking slowly, wearing bamboo hats.
No excitement, no hope.
He has given up on the master of the sword sect.
In Beiluo Lake before, the master of the sword faction did not fight, and fled by boat.
Now, in the Chen family's mansion, the master of the sword sect once again knocked on the wall with his sword and fled quickly...
The master's two escapes pierced his heart.
His heart is dead, and he no longer has any hope for the Sword Sect.
The long wind howled.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, there are only remnants left, sprinkled on the ground of the long street, like coal in the furnace blooming its last youth.
There are no lengthy openings, and no superfluous nonsense.
Both sides know each other's purpose.
"I'm here, why didn't Jing Yue show up?"
The leader, wearing a bamboo hat and holding five swords in his sword case, frowned.
The other three were also puzzled.
"Forget it, don't wait for him... The target, the son of Lu Changkong in the wheelchair, Lu Ping'an."
"I stopped Nie Zhangqing, an abandoned disciple of Taoist sect..."
"You take the shot, seal your throat with a sword, leave after killing, and gather outside the city."
The leading swordsman has a hoarse and cold voice.
Words fell.
The tips of the swords in the hands of the four touched the bluestone ground of the long street one after another.
There was an ear-piercing friction sound, and sparks burst out.
The speed of the four swordsmen is getting faster and faster, the blood in the body is rushing, and there are many abnormal noises.
There was a strong wind, which rolled up sand, stones and vegetable leaves on the ground.
The hawker stalls that fell on the ground were all blown away by the energy.
"kill!"
The leading swordsman gave a low shout!
clang.
The yellow pear wood sword box behind the four trembled.
All the hidden swords are ejected.
The four swordsmen, neat and orderly, turned their bodies on the spot, and kicked the soles of their feet on the hilts of each flying long sword.
Except for the main sword they held in their hands, the other nine swords were all straight, stabbing towards Lu Fan.
…
"Seven Heroes of the Sword School... Flying Sword Technique."
A deep and hoarse voice sounded.
Lu Fan turned his face slightly, only to find that a hunched figure appeared beside him at some point.
Lao Huang, who was hiding in the darkness, appeared.
This was the first time he showed up in front of Lu Fan. Lu Changkong asked him to protect Lu Fan. Now, when Lu Fan encountered a catastrophe, he had no choice but to show up.
Lu Fan's expression was very calm. He was not surprised or surprised when he saw Lao Huang.
When the strength of his soul increased, he had already detected the existence of Lao Huang.
"As soon as the master is heard, he hides his name and secretly protects himself..."
Lu Fan sighed.
Lu Changkong was really kind to his son.
If a master master joined the defense of Beiluo City, the three great families would have thought about it before betraying him.
It's a pity, for this battle, one Grandmaster is not enough.
Lao Huang found that Lu Fan was not at all surprised by his appearance, but slightly surprised.
Yi Yue and Ni Yu were already stunned, and Yi Yue even put her hand on the whip around her waist.
Lao Huang didn't explain, but his body was bent and tensed under the black robe.
His eyes were fixed on the front, fixed on the flying swords.
Sword Flying Sword Art...
If he risked his life, he might be able to block the sword for the young master...!
Sitting in a wheelchair, Lu Fan's eyes fell on the flying sword, and the corner of his mouth slightly twitched, "Flying swordsmanship...is this also suitable?"
Nie Changqing stepped forward.
The nine flying swords made Nie Changqing's robes rattle, holding the butcher's knife in his hand, his eyes were like torches, and his hair was flying.
His blood was trembling.
Then, he growled.
The butcher's knife swung up.
Within the qi pill, spiritual energy gushes out, combined with the five rings of qi and blood, as if engulfed by the force of thunder.
"Royal knife!"
On the butcher's knife, the aura is entangled.
Lao Nie waved his hand, and the butcher's knife flew out, cutting nine swords with one knife!
The faces of the four Sword School swordsmen were hidden under the bamboo hats, so they couldn't see their faces clearly.
They slashed across the blue bricks with their sword tips, quickened their steps, and rushed towards Nie Zhangqing.
Everything has become extremely hasty.
However…
For Lu Fan who was in a wheelchair.
At this moment, time seemed to slow down countless times, flowing slowly.
The Butcher's Knife collided with Nine Swords, and Lu Fan leisurely took the chessboard from Ni Yu.
Nie Zhangqing and the four swordsmen and swordsmen were buzzing with anger and blood, while Lu Fan laid the chessboard on his lap leisurely, and wiped it with his breath.
The two swords flew over the butcher's knife, Lao Huang glared angrily, while Lu Fan's face was like white jade, and his slender fingers picked up a sunspot from the chess box without haste.
On the sky, the last ray of setting sun disappears, the moment when light and darkness meet.
Lu Fan rolled up his sleeves, wisps of aura rose in the wind around the wheelchair.
With a snap, the sunspots fall gracefully.
The moment the chess piece falls on the board.
Around the wheelchair, air waves formed by spiritual energy vibrations radiated and scattered out of thin air.
The invisible coercion spread instantly.
It's an instant.
The sky and the earth were silent, and the flying sword suddenly froze in the air.
on the long street.
The hats of the four swordsmen fighting Nie Zhangqing exploded, their pupils constricted inexplicably, and their buns fell apart.
The air seemed to be solidified and compressed, turning into a towering giant peak, hitting their bodies.
All four of them snorted.
The tip of the sword touched the ground, kneeling down on one knee!
(end of this chapter)