Chapter 142 You, only have one chance to strike [Third update, 10,000 words, please vote for me! ]
The rain is getting heavier.
Gradually, the sky and the earth became blurred. Raindrops hit the ground, and the water vapor that rose after breaking was like a rising curtain that covered the sky and the earth.
Outside Beiluo City.
The carriage was beaten by the rain.
Inside the carriage, everything was quiet as usual.
Mo Beike's carriage and the national teacher Kong Xiu's carriage were facing each other from a distance. Both sides saw each other, but never touched each other.
The green ox created splashes of water three feet high. Li Sansi rode on the ox, holding an umbrella, with a wooden sword on his waist, and came staggeringly.
A carriage passed by on the road, stirring up rainwater on the ground.
Li Sansi glanced at the carriage.
The person riding the horse was a familiar figure.
"Old Ten."
Li Sansi shouted.
The voice was instantly drowned out by the rain, but Nie Zhangqing heard it, looked at Li Sansi, and nodded slightly.
He understood what Li Sansi's purpose was in coming here.
Xie Yunling called together Hua Dongliu, who was known as the Sword Saint of the Sword Sect, and Gongshu Yu, one of the disciples of the Mechanical Sect, to go to Beiluo together. This was something he had never expected.
Nie Zhangqing remembered that Xie Yunling once asked him about the young master's strength.
Nie Zhangqing said that Lu Fan was very strong, so strong that he was not afraid of being enemies with the whole world.
However.
Xie Yunling finally came.
Is this the last stubbornness of the hundred schools of thought? Nie Zhangqing sighed.
He slowed the carriage.
Walking slowly with Li Sansi's Qingniu.
Li Sansi looked towards the carriage, as if he could see through the silent woman sitting in the carriage.
Nie Zhangqing didn't say anything, and neither did Li Sansi.
One man rode a cow and the other rode a horse, and they arrived outside Beiluo City in the misty rain.
They saw the carriage of Mo Beike and the carriage of the Confucian national teacher.
Li Sansi chuckled. The great master of Mohism and the national teacher of Confucianism are here...
In addition to Lu Dongxuan of the Tianji School in Beiluo City, almost all the other schools of thought have also arrived.
Mo Ju saw Li Sansi and Nie Zhangqing.
Mo Tianyu also saw it.
Both sides looked at each other in silence.
Li Sansi chuckled, and his voice lingered in the rain.
"Old Ten, I was not there that day when you broke into Dao Sect alone."
"As the first disciple of Dao Sect, the first Li Sansi of Dao Sect, I was wrong not to be there that day. Today, we have met by chance, so let's put an end to the Dao Sect's affairs."
Li Sansi said.
In the carriage, Nie Zhangqing was slightly startled.
He looked at Li Sansi with confusion and surprise.
"You've changed."
Nie Zhangqing said.
"I feel that you have the determination to become stronger..."
Nie Zhangqing leaned on the carriage frame, his faint voice floating, just like Li Sansi's, drowning out the roar of the rain.
If it were the Li Sansi of the past, he would be happy to avoid fighting.
Mo Ju and Mo Tianyu didn't say anything. In fact, it was not their turn to interrupt.
"Really? After going through some things, I feel that it is necessary to become stronger. If I don't become stronger, I won't even be qualified to protect you. The truth is so cruel."
Li Sansi was holding an umbrella, and raindrops were dripping down the edge of the umbrella like columns.
"Come on, if you can't beat me, I'll take Sister Ru back with me."
Li Sansi smiled.
Of course, he was just joking. He knew Nie Zhangqing's weaknesses very well and knew how to force him to fight.
Nie Zhangqing's expression remained unchanged, but the corners of his unshaven mouth curled up slightly.
"Back then, you were number one and I was number ten. I didn't even have the qualifications to swing my sword at you."
"I originally had some regrets about Dao Zong, but now, I can make up for it, and you don't have to use Ru'er to provoke me."
Nie Zhangqing said.
As he spoke, the butcher knife placed next to the carriage frame began to tremble.
The next moment, it turned into a black light and suddenly burst out.
Boom! With Nie Zhangqing's body as the center, a wave of spiritual energy spread out, shaking the rain curtain and creating holes.
“Yo, above the Qi Dan?”
Li Sansi chuckled.
The next moment, the aura on his body shook, and the rain curtain around him was all dispersed.
The umbrella was folded and placed on the back of the green ox. Li Sansi looked serious, slowly drew out the wooden sword from his waist, and tapped the ox's head lightly.
"What a coincidence...me too."
Bang! The words fell.
The rain in front of Li Sansi turned into sharp arrows and flew towards Nie Zhangqing on the carriage.
The raindrops that were shaken away in front of Nie Zhangqing also flew over.
In front of the two of them, the rain curtain exploded, like thousands of small ice beads sprinkled on the thick ice surface, constantly jumping.
The powerful spiritual pressure made Mo Ju and Mo Tianyu, who were far away, inexplicably frightened.
Inside two carriages.
Mo Beike and Kong Xiu both narrowed their eyes.
There are good shows both inside and outside the city.
…
The pouring rain created countless ripples on the lake surface.
The lone boat was motionless in the lake.
Xie Yunling looked at the island and the young man in white on the pavilion and couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
Is this picturesque young man the legendary Beiluo Lu Ping'an? The peerless and charming Young Master Lu?
The rain soaked Xie Yunling's clothes, and his hands clenched in his wide sleeves.
"Old Lu, your Tianji family has already joined Baiyujing. Do you still want to participate in this battle?"
Xie Yunling looked at Lu Dongxuan beside him and said.
Hua Dongliu and Gongshu Yu also turned their heads and looked at Lv Dongxuan. Dressed in white, Lv Dongxuan stood out in the gray sky and earth.
Especially the big gold chain around her neck, which shows her arrogance.
Lu Dongxuan's wrinkled face trembled like a snake, and he was laughing.
He recalled the scene from just a moment ago.
…
Under the gloomy sky.
Lu Dongxuan climbed up to the second floor of the Baiyujing Pavilion step by step and stood behind Lu Fan, who was sitting in a silver wheelchair with his back to him.
"Young Master..."
Lu Dongxuan shook his white shirt and knelt on the ground.
He opened his mouth, about to speak.
But Lu Fan interrupted him.
"Go ahead, go if you want to, let me feel the strength of the various schools of thought that once dominated the world."
Lu Fan's indifferent voice made Lu Dongxuan's body tremble.
"You still have to have feelings."
"Today, you are Lü Dongxuan, one of the disciples of the Tianji family, not the Pavilion Master of the Tianji Pavilion in Baiyujing."
Lu Dongxuan's heartstrings seemed to be moved. He stammered for a while and finally kowtowed solemnly.
"Thank you for your help, sir."
…
The picture is broken.
Lu Dongxuan came back to his senses, looked at Xie Yunling beside him, smiled, and shook the big gold chain around his neck.
"I, Old Lu, will be the first to fight this battle."
Lu Dongxuan's words made Xie Yunling and the other two look slightly focused.
Afterwards.
All three of them laughed out loud, their laughter shaking the surface of the lake and drowning out the sound of the rain.
The fishes swimming underwater were startled and started running around in panic.
Bang! The laughter stopped abruptly.
Sword Saint Huadongliu moved first.
He did not underestimate it at all, and suddenly unsheathed the old sword that had accompanied him in battles for decades.
The sword light, like a streak of silk, shattered the rain curtain falling from the sky, cutting a hole in the rain curtain.
The sound of the sword chanting resounded like a dragon.
Hua Dongliu's sword intent became more and more powerful. Even the rain beating against his body could not stop his clothes from fluttering.
The sword hit the lake, creating a splash of water.
Hua Dongliu waved his sword and ran quickly on the lake, heading towards the island in the middle of the lake.
Xie Yunling also rushed out. He leaned down, plunged two fingers into the lake water, and then suddenly hooked them up.
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The lake water suddenly "banged" and two columns of water exploded.
Xie Yunling stood on a solitary boat, constantly painting. Water columns swirled around his body, and a faint formation pattern emerged.
Then, push forward suddenly.
The formation exploded into the lake.
Xie Yunling stepped on the lake formation diagram and quickly rushed to the island.
Gongshu Yu looked at Xie Yunling and Hua Dongliu who were setting off, his eyes fluctuating. What the mechanical family is good at is mechanical beasts. However, apart from mechanical beasts, what the mechanical family is best at is making hidden weapons.
The mechanical beast is useless to Lu Fan, so Gongshu Yu plans to take out his hidden weapon this time.
Bang! He took the oar of the lonely boat.
He swung it out suddenly, stood on the oar and rowed towards the shore.
His arms, which seemed to be made of metal, clenched suddenly, and clanging sounds continued to echo out.
Click, click...
As it was rubbed, a harsh sound of metal friction was heard.
The lake was rippling.
Gongshu Yu, however, was extremely serious and meticulous.
finally.
As he rubbed his hands together, a metal flower bud emerged in his hands.
The beautiful patterns are like the most beautiful poison in the world, deeply attracting people's attention.
"The Mechanical Family... the best hidden weapon, the Rain of Pear Blossoms."
A hoarse voice mixed with a hint of excitement lingered around Beiluo Lake.
On a lonely boat.
Lu Dongxuan was sitting cross-legged, his white shirt was soaked by the rain and his white hair was stuck to his forehead.
There was a smile and nostalgia on his face.
Faintly, he seemed to see the four people from decades ago. At that time, he was just a young boy, green and immature.
At that time, Xie Yunling was still a self-abased little Taoist priest.
Sword Master Hua Dongliu is just a swordsman who has just come to Zhongnan with three boxes on his back.
At that time, they had fought side by side, stirring up the martial arts world and gaining great fame.
And now, decades have passed.
They, who had already become the scholars of hundreds of schools, gathered together again to fight the final battle for the end of the era.
Lu Dongxuan's eyes suddenly focused, and he lost his previous naive smile of having made a fortune.
He is serious and solemn.
"My lord...I'm sorry."
Lu Dongxuan murmured.
The next moment.
His hand rested on the big gold chain around his neck.
The golden chain suddenly fell off and turned into seven golden tubes.
As blood and qi burst out and spiritual energy surged, seven golden cylinders actually floated in the air.
"According to my deduction, fight."
Lu Dongxuan shouted.
He pushed his palms forward suddenly, and the seven suspended golden cylinders began to spin wildly, with a continuous "buzzing" sound.
Xie Yunling, Hua Dongliu and Gongshu Yu were all shocked when they heard what Lu Dongxuan said.
"Old Xie, Northeast 30."
"Lao Hua, point your sword at the center!"
"Gongshu, thirty-six in the southwest!"
"I will withstand the spiritual pressure for you. You only have one chance to attack me!"
Lu Dongxuan shouted loudly.
Then, both palms suddenly spread outward.
As the seven golden cylinders turned, the sound became increasingly harsh.
On the island in the middle of the lake.
Lu Mu had mixed emotions. Jing Yue looked at the figure walking on the water and pursed his lips.
Although Ni Yu, Yi Yue, Bai Qingniao and others showed curiosity on their faces, they were not overly excited.
Mingyue sits upright on the bluestone, playing the pipa with her soft hands. Along with the sound of rapid rain, the sound of her playing is as clear and pleasant as the sound of pearls, big and small, falling on a jade plate.
None of them made a move.
Even Ning Zhao, who was in the Ti Zang realm, did not take any action.
Just quietly holding an umbrella for Lu Fan.
The second floor of Baiyujing Pavilion.
Lu Fan leaned against the silver wheelchair, holding a black piece in his hand.
Looking at the three people attacking from three directions, he remained calm and made his move lightly.
Click.
The terrifying spiritual pressure was suddenly released!
Boom! Like a storm, it spread out with Lu Fan's body as the center.
Lu Fan did not use the spiritual pressure of the third level of Qi Refining. He was still using the spiritual pressure of the second level of Qi Refining.
Because he wanted to see the true strength of the various schools of thought.
Hmm? Suddenly, Lu Fan raised his eyebrows.
The spiritual pressure spread with his body as the center, but there were also weak spots. Ordinary people could not find it at all, and had no chance to find it, but Lu Dongxuan found it.
The direction that Lu Dongxuan mentioned is the weak point of spiritual pressure.
Although he couldn't draw away all the spiritual pressure, he could use a little to break the surface and draw away the spiritual pressure from these three places, creating opportunities for Hua Dongliu, Xie Yunling and Gongshu Yu! Xie Yunling and the other two originally felt that their throats were strangled.
The body relaxed.
They understood that it was Lu Dongxuan who resisted the spiritual pressure for them.
They didn't hesitate.
They fell on the island one after another.
The blood in the body boiled and rushed out wildly.
The three old men showed a stronger desire and will to fight than the young people.
Bang! "Young Master Lu, I am... Dao Zong, Xie Yunling! Please teach me!"
The rain was hitting his face, and Xie Yunling shouted loudly, and the lake formation diagram drawn by his two fingers was suddenly slapped out by him.
As the formation was rotating, a water snake suddenly emerged from it.
He pounced on Lu Fan who was sitting on the second floor of the pavilion.
Hoarse and low, words like the sound of grinding gravel rang out from Gongshu Yu's mouth.
"Master Lu, I am... Gongshu Yu, the master of the machinery industry! Please teach me!"
The words fell.
The metal flower held tightly in the metal hand was spun violently by him like a bamboo dragonfly, and flew out with the sound of metal friction.
With a clanging sound, the metal flower seemed to come alive, its petals blossomed, and dense silver needles, accompanied by raindrops, whistled and shot towards Lu Fan.
A sharp sword chant.
Sword Saint Hua Dongliu drew out his sword, and a silver light flashed in the air.
One becomes two, two becomes three, three becomes five!
Five becomes ten! One sword becomes ten Dongliu swords!
Ten swords slashed down from all directions at high speed, like a waterfall flowing eastward! "Young Master Lu, I... am from the Huadong School of Swords! Please teach me!"
The three scholars, at this moment, seemed to have washed away all the dust and old age, showing their ultimate elegance! PS: Please give me a monthly ticket, and also a recommendation ticket~ (End of this chapter)