The last ray of sunlight disappeared.
It seems like eternal night falls.
And Beiluo Changjie was completely plunged into a strange silence...
As if time was stopped.
Nie Zhangqing didn't move the knife again, his slight panting broke the silence.
He took a step back and stood with the knife in his arms.
The four swordsmen of the Seven Swordsmen teamed up and cooperated tacitly, with the foundation of the Swordsmanship's swordsmanship.
The leader was the Grandmaster of the Seven Rings who possessed the Five Swords. Cooperating with the other three, Nie Zhangqing fell into a disadvantage almost as soon as they fought.
If it weren't for the help of spiritual energy, both his strength and blood would have been enhanced, and within three strokes, several holes would have been pierced in Nie Zhangqing's body.
"Sure enough, it's still too weak. With this level of strength, how can you go south to enter the Taoist sect?!"
Nie Zhangqing was panting, and the strands of hair fell down in front of his eyes, making his eyes a little sad.
Daozong, he doesn't miss it.
but…
In the Taoist sect, there are people he cares about.
In front of Lu Fan.
Lao Huang hunched his back, his forehead and cheeks were trembling, and a drop of sweat the size of a bean was bubbling.
He stared at the flying sword that was close at hand, almost touching his eyebrows, and the blood in his body almost fell into a cold silence.
If it wasn't for Feijian being suppressed in the air by a strange force...
Possibly, at this moment, he is already dead!
Yi Yue clenched her long whip tightly, her fox charm face was full of horror, her pink lips parted wide, showing the great shock in her heart.
Ni Yu was very excited, her pretty face flushed.
Luo Cheng, as well as Chen Beixun and others who were being escorted, were also dumbstruck.
Especially Chen Beixun, this time, he saw...
Lu Fan rolled up his sleeves and made a move on the chessboard.
In an instant, the flying sword froze, and the four heroes of the Sword Sect knelt down, as if the whole world was silent!
What kind of means is this...
Chen Beixun's beautiful beard trembled violently, he was no longer steadfast, and despair appeared in his eyes.
He thought that Lu Fan's confidence was the somewhat unpredictable Taoist disciple Nie Zhangqing...
It turned out he was wrong.
Unpredictable... It was Lu Fan, not Nie Zhangqing!
Chen Beixun was a little stunned at this moment. No wonder the Taoist disciple followed Lu Fan so desperately.
It turns out... everyone was deceived by Lu Fan!
This is a whopper!
It's over, there's no hope.
Chen Beixun's legs went limp and he sat slumped on the ground.
On the long street, the atmosphere is chilling.
The flying sword froze in the air strangely, the four swordsmen, their bamboo hats were blown to pieces, and their hair was disheveled.
They all knelt on one knee, panting like a dragon, and beads of sweat rolled down.
The heavy pressure made them stubbornly resist while being shocked.
The leader of the Seven Rings Grandmaster, who had hidden the five swords, trembled slightly, as if slowly standing up against the pressure.
wheelchair.
Lu Fan raised his eyebrows, these four people... are much stronger than the Ninth Daoist Han Lianxiao.
The spiritual pressure that he erupted at this moment was similar to the spiritual pressure that suppressed Han Lianxiao back then.
However, Lu Fan didn't care.
The slender fingers dropped, and picked up a sunspot from the chess box on the armrest of the wheelchair again.
With one sleeve rolled up, the chess pieces are held between the middle and index fingers.
There was a slight smile on his face with red lips and white teeth, and he looked at the four swordsmen who knelt on the ground and resisted the spiritual pressure.
"If you can carry me to the third son, you will never throw yourself into the ground..."
"Live."
Lu Fan said.
There was laziness in the voice, lingering in the long street.
Afterwards, the wrist holding the chess piece was raised high.
"Slap!"
Sunspots fall on the chessboard.
boom…
The spiritual energy around Lu Fan boiled again, spreading out in a rippling and irritable manner.
The spiritual pressure increased five times!
Clang!
The flying sword that was originally suspended in the air seemed to be pulled hard and fell to the ground.
There were even a few flying swords made of poorer materials, which were directly twisted by the pressure.
Pooh!
Except for the swordsman with the five swords hidden in the sword box, the other three all spewed blood from their mouths, unable to bear the oppression of the spiritual pressure.
They feel that the internal organs are almost twisted and shifted under pressure.
They fell to the ground, turned their faces sideways, slammed their cheeks hard on the ground, and their mouths were bleeding.
"What exactly is this?!"
The Sword School swordsman with the five swords hidden in the sword box had red eyes and was panting like a bull. He looked past Nie Changqing and stared at Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair like a jade.
"It's nothing more than a trivial skill of a practitioner."
Lu Fan had just finished speaking.
The swordsman suddenly couldn't hold on with a "bang", and fell to the ground.
The third sunspot that Lu Fan picked up from the chess box still failed to land.
"Pity… "
Lu Fan shook his head slightly and sighed.
"Old Nie, clear the field."
A faint voice lingered.
Nie Zhangqing, who was carrying a knife, narrowed his eyes.
He raised the pig-killing knife in his hand, and the aura flowed.
The Imperial Sword Art is activated.
The butcher's knife flew at a sudden, arced in the air, scraped the necks of the four swordsmen lying on the ground, made a circle, and flew back into Nie Zhangqing's hand. A drop of blood oozed from the knife.
The four swordsmen lying on the ground gradually had puddles of blood under their bodies.
Lu Fan's wheelchair automatically turned in a direction, facing the four swordsmen whose breath had dissipated.
With his sleeves rolled up, he picked up two chess pieces from the chessboard and threw them into the chess box.
"Xiao Ni, carry it on your back."
Ni Yu hurriedly carried the chessboard on her back, straightened her chest, and stood upright and energetic.
Yiyue Humei also regained her composure as she gently pushed the wheelchair.
The sound of wooden wheels and blue bricks grinding brought a little life back to the dead Beiluo Chang Street.
Chen Beixun's eyes were dull and his body was cold.
Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan had already collapsed on the ground.
"Young... young master!"
Luo Cheng, who was wearing blood-stained armor, swallowed his saliva.
"What about these people?"
Luo Cheng asked, referring to Chen Beixun and others.
Lu Fan, who was slowly being pushed towards the Lu Mansion, propped his chin with one hand and pinched the bridge of his nose with the other, and spoke lightly.
"The crime of treason, as it should be, so it should be..."
Lu Fan's figure stretched very long on the west-sloping long street at dusk.
A light and fluttering voice swayed over.
Luo Cheng took a deep breath.
Facing the direction where Lu Fan's wheelchair disappeared, he folded his fists and bowed.
"Here."
After that, he straightened his body, took off his blood-stained helmet, and waved his hand.
"Chopped."
The words just fell.
The iron-blooded soldiers who escorted the prisoners from the three great families drew their weapons one after another.
this time...
It is the real blood-stained street.
Chen Beixun sat on the ground in a state of embarrassment, his eyes fixed on Lu Fan's disappearing back.
just stare at...
Until... his neck hurts, and the picture in front of him suddenly turns black.
…
Sitting in the wheelchair, Lu Fan closed his eyes and regained his composure.
Although it seems quite easy to mobilize the spirit pressure chessboard to suppress the four grandmasters, it is still a bit tricky. After all, it takes soul strength to make a move.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Lu Fan was ready to go back to rest. Sleep can effectively restore the strength of the soul faster.
Of course, not only that.
Tonight, he still has work to do.
This business is the matter of the [Preaching Platform].
He had told Yu Wenxiu and Xiang Shaoyun before that the preaching platform could be entered once every three days.
Tonight is the third day.
Needless to say, the preaching platform was important to Lu Fan. If he wanted to quickly increase his aura, he would not only use the soul strength attribute point to exchange, but also use the preaching platform to train practitioners and get a commission for their aura.
"Yi Yue, son, I'm a little tired, I'm going back home."
Thinking of this, Lu Fan didn't stay any longer, and said to Yi Yue who was pushing the wheelchair behind him.
"Here."
Yi Yue responded and speeded up.
Um
Suddenly, Lu Fan closed his eyes and opened them slightly.
Yiyue's movement of pushing the wheelchair also froze.
In the distance, under the night, at the horizon of Long Street.
The white skirt is light and fluffy.
A graceful figure, with moonlight on its head, spreading black hair, looks magnificent, and dragging a figure with a bruised nose and a swollen face in its hand.
Ning Zhao stood at the end of the long street.
He saw Lu Fan in a wheelchair.
Immediately, his eyebrows and eyes were like crescent moons, and his smile was like a peach blossom.
PS: I, keep on writing, ask for tickets
(end of this chapter)