Chapter 143 The End of an Era [Fourth update, 15,000, monthly votes requested! ]
The spiritual pressure was moved away and transferred to Lu Dongxuan.
This was somewhat beyond Lu Fan's expectations. Lu Dongxuan, who looked like a nouveau riche with a big gold chain on his neck, actually had some tricks up his sleeve.
He had obviously studied the spiritual pressure of practitioners, and therefore found this flaw that was not really a flaw.
After the spiritual pressure was moved away, all the spiritual pressure from the three places was pressed on Lu Dongxuan.
The pressure he bears is much greater than that of Xie Yunling, Hua Dongliu and Gongshu Yu.
Phew!
Lu Dongxuan's body trembled.
A large amount of blood spurted out of his mouth, staining his white beard and clothes red.
The seven high-speed rotating golden cylinders floating around were faintly oppressed, and Lu Dongxuan's palms were almost about to clap.
Once they hit it off, it would mean they couldn't withstand the spiritual pressure. At that time, Xie Yunling and the others would have to face Lu Fan's extremely powerful spiritual pressure.
Of a person's fighting power, only one in ten remains.
Therefore, Lu Dongxuan had to hold on.
This is why he said that Xie Yunling and others only had one chance to take action.
"Young Master's spiritual pressure... is really strong!"
Lu Dongxuan's bones were shaking, his white beard was trembling, and there was bright red blood between his teeth.
He was in pain, but he didn't give up.
There are some things that you may regret if you do them, but if you don’t do them, you will definitely regret it.
Ding-a-ling…
The seven golden tubes provided enough time for Xie Yunling and the other two to attack.
Gongshu Yu's "Rain of Pear Blossoms" is the most powerful hidden weapon of the Jichang family.
Ranked first on the hidden weapon list, he has been making this hidden weapon since he was a child. Even after becoming a member of the mechanical family, he still did not give up researching it.
There are nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine silver needles hidden in the "Rainstorm Pear Blossoms".
Each silver needle requires great patience and careful placement into the interior of the storm pear blossom.
Sometimes, it takes several hours to insert a silver needle.
Gongshu Yu forged this hidden weapon from his youth to middle age, and from middle age to old age, and finally completed it on the day when the Mohist Mechanical City was breached.
He did not choose to use "Rain of Pear Blossoms" on the Overlord.
Because he felt that Overlord was not worthy of this hidden weapon that he had spent his entire life to create.
And today, on Beiluo Lake, Gongshu Yu finally made it happen.
The culmination of a lifetime of hard work is just for the splendor of the pear blossoms blooming on this day.
Gongshu Yu had no regrets about using "Rain of Pear Blossoms" on Lu Ping'an, the world's number one cultivator. He felt that Young Master Lu was worthy of him using this hidden weapon.
Boom! The clanging sound continued.
The metal flower buds were in full bloom, and the heavy rain in the sky seemed to have stopped.
Brilliant silver light burst out in the air.
Everyone was stunned.
Ni Yu, Lu Mu and others were dazzled.
The essence of the life of the mechanical family was fully displayed at this moment.
After Gongshu Yu performed "Rain of Pear Blossoms", he fell to the ground.
It was as if all his energy and spirit had been drained away, and his metal arms were emitting steam and green smoke in the rainstorm...
He stared blankly at the silver light blooming in the sky.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Each strand of silver light, as thin as an ox hair, disappeared into the rainstorm.
The dark clouds and heavy rain made the hidden weapon "Rain Pear Blossoms" show its true sharpness.
A drop of rain can melt a silver needle.
When the brilliance of the hidden weapon fades and reveals its ultimate beauty, it becomes extremely dangerous.
Ning Zhao held an umbrella for Lu Fan.
She frowned slightly, raised her hand, and the spiritual energy in the Qi Dan flowed.
"No, I'll do it."
Lu Fan said.
Ning Zhao immediately stopped what he was doing and nodded slightly, "Yes."
She knew that Lu Fan wanted to give these four men the respect they deserved.
Countless raindrops, carrying terrifying dangers, poured down.
Gongshu Yu's eyes were fixed on the second floor of the Baiyujing Pavilion.
Sparks flew.
The crisp sound echoed continuously.
But see.
Lu Fan slowly raised his hand, and all the raindrops around him became suspended and motionless.
In every drop of stagnant rain, the silver needle reflects the light, as bright as a starry sky.
"This hidden weapon is pretty good."
Lu Fan exclaimed in admiration.
The next moment, Lu Fan raised his hand and clenched it.
All the raindrops burst.
Countless silver needles were peeled off, and Lu Fan put his index finger and middle finger together and gently swept them forward.
A whistling sound suddenly arose.
Countless fine silver needles were shot out.
Puff, puff! Gongshu Yu's eyes narrowed and his whole body trembled...
However, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine silver needles were inserted into the ground around his body, emitting a cold silver light.
The moment when Gongshu Yu's hidden weapon was deflected.
Dao Zong Xie Yunling controlled the water snake and pounced.
The water snakes roared, and the rolling water emitted a powerful impact force.
The water snake's body rushed forward with a spiral force.
Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair.
This move of Xie Yunling has a little trace of Taoism in it.
However, he is only slightly better than Li San Sui.
Lu Fan flicked his hand on the wheelchair armrest.
A silver blade peeled out, like a meteor in the dark night, wrapped in silver light, spinning at high speed, in front of Lu Fan, like a big windmill.
The water snake hit it, but was shattered by the splashes of water cut by the silver blade.
A water snake was quickly shaved to its bones.
Xie Yunling's eyes focused, and his energy was instantly exhausted. Two more water snakes emerged from the formation.
The formation also lost its power and collapsed in the sky.
Xie Yunling fell to the ground, staggering, blood spurting out of his mouth.
But he didn't care. He raised his head and stared at the two water snakes in the air.
However, his hopes were soon dashed.
Because, two more silver blades peeled off from Lu Fan's wheelchair...
Following the same pattern, cut all the water snakes into pieces.
The water snake disappeared, but the rain was still falling.
While the water snake was attacking, the sword skills of the Sword Saint Hua Dongliu, which were like a river rushing eastward, had already struck.
Ten swords, each emitting sharpness, bursting out with an unstoppable attack.
Swordsman, extremely powerful in attack.
When Hua Dongliu was young, his sword was stained with countless blood.
His sword can break anything and no one can stop it.
In his middle age, he became famous for his sword-transforming five cuts and was called the Sword Saint of Zhongnan.
In old age, he became a disciple of the Sword Sect and hid in the back mountain of the Sword Sect for decades. No one had ever seen the Sword Saint draw his sword.
But today, I saw the sword of this sword master again.
The sword is as strong as ever, just like the Huadong style's one sword turning into five, with unparalleled grace.
After retiring for several decades, Huadong Liu's swordsmanship not only did not decline, but became even more powerful, to the point where one sword could do ten things.
Ten swords came out at the same time, just like a rushing river flowing eastward.
Move forward courageously and unstoppably.
Ning Zhao held an umbrella, looking at the methods of these three scholars from the Hundred Schools of Thought with some surprise and disbelief.
If a practitioner does not come out.
These three philosophers from the Hundred Schools of Thought can be called peerless masters.
Apart from Xie Yunling's water snake formation constructed with the help of spiritual energy, Hua Dongliu and Gongshu Yu were both geniuses who did not possess spiritual energy but were able to launch attacks at the peak of the Qidan realm.
If you have not advanced to the Ti Zang realm.
Ning Zhao might end up in disgrace when facing these three people joining forces.
Even if one breaks through into the body, it will still feel quite tricky, whether it is the "Rain of Pear Blossoms" or the "East Flowing Sword".
To describe it as stunning is definitely not an exaggeration.
What a pity...
If it were any other cultivator in the world, the three of them would have the possibility of winning.
But their opponent is the young master.
Even though he had broken through the body storage, Ning Zhao still felt that the young master was unfathomable.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
"This sword is not bad."
Lu Fan exclaimed in admiration.
The three scholars allowed him to witness the pinnacle of martial arts that could be achieved in the Great Zhou Dynasty before the spiritual energy was revived.
If the Overlord had not obtained spiritual energy and had not been possessed by the devil, he would probably have been like a baby in front of these three men and been killed instantly.
There are no fancy moves.
Some are... terrifying attacks that kill with one strike.
"A sword flows eastward."
Lu Fan said softly.
"In that case, then... I will also return the sword to you."
Lu Fan said.
In the rainstorm, raindrops passed through Huadongliu's eyes, and his pupils suddenly widened.
The next moment, he saw a sword that he would never forget for the rest of his life.
Hua Dongliu, who was known as the Sword Saint, found himself defeated in seconds by this sword.
But see...
Lu Fan raised his hand and gently flicked the right hand guard.
It's just like playing the piano.
Afterwards, there was a loud cry of a phoenix, and the heavy rain in the sky seemed to evaporate, and the sky was covered with misty white water vapor.
A flash of red light shot out from the right handguard of the wheelchair.
It transformed into a bright red sword in the air...
The sword just appeared.
All of Hua Dongliu's sword lights shattered in the air.
He stared at the scarlet sword in fascination.
He was obsessed with swords and never married. He only kept the sword as his companion and reached the pinnacle of kendo.
However……
But now I find out.
The peak of the sword path he reached was only the beginning...
If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening.
Hua Dongliu looked at it with fascination, and then he fell from the air powerlessly and fell to the ground.
His old sword was stuck in the ground, and the blade kept shaking.
"What sword is this?"
Huadong asked stupidly, with blood flowing out of his mouth and nose.
"The sword's name is Feng Ling."
Lu Fan said.
He raised his hand, and the wide sleeves of his white shirt fluttered.
Suddenly, the Fengling Sword flew out like fire and circled in the air in an instant.
The heavy rain evaporated before it even fell.
under.
Xiaofeng in Bai Qingniao's arms was trembling all over with fear and excitement.
Boom! The sword light dissipated, and everything returned to calm. The Phoenix Feather Sword once again turned into the arm guard of Lu Fan's wheelchair.
Ning Zhao held an umbrella, a trickle of sweat sliding down his forehead.
The rainstorm stagnated for a moment.
Continue to vent.
A lone boat on the lake.
Lu Dongxuan finally couldn't bear it anymore and clapped his palms together with a "snap".
Seven golden cylinders fell to the ground. Lu Dongxuan lay on his back on the lonely boat, looking at the raindrops falling from the sky. He sighed as he watched each raindrop magnify in his eyes.
It's like lamenting the end of an era.
It also seemed as if he was sighing that at the end of his era, he tried his best to show his regret-free life after his glory.
"Those two old fellows, Mo Beike and Kong Xiu, are probably regretting their lives..."
Lu Dongxuan laughed softly.
The island in the middle of the lake was extremely quiet, with only the sound of heavy rain.
Lu Mu leaned on his wooden stick and shook his head with emotion.
Jing Yue looked at the infatuated Sword Saint Hua Dongliu with mixed emotions.
Xie Yunling sat upright on the ground, the rain soaking his body.
“We lost.”
Although he knew he would lose, Xie Yunling still had a glimmer of hope.
What if they won? However, the truth was cruel. They lost, and lost completely. They didn't even touch Lu Ping'an's collar, and didn't even let a drop of rain stain Lu Ping'an's white shirt.
However, Xie Yunling has no regrets.
"The Hundred Schools of Thought are indeed worthy of their reputation. Although they have never taken the path of cultivation, they are not inferior to anyone at the peak of the Qi Dan realm... You came to Beiluo to show your ultimate elegance and leave no regrets before the era of the Hundred Schools of Thought came to an end. You did it."
"If you have tried your best, you will have no regrets."
"The sun shines brightly after the rain, and the peach blossoms bloom on the island. I wish you all the best in this era that has come to an end."
The second floor of Baiyujing Pavilion.
Lu Fan said slowly.
The sound lingers around the island in the center of the lake, Baiyujing.
The words fell.
He no longer suppressed it and directly released the spiritual pressure of the third level of Qi Refining.
The terrifying spiritual pressure swept over like a storm.
Boom! Countless raindrops were shattered by the spiritual pressure at this moment, turning into misty fog, like fairy air.
Xie Yunling, Hua Dongliu and Gongshu Yu had their clothes stuck tightly to their bodies.
Their bodies trembled in disbelief.
It turns out... this is Lu Fan's true strength! On the lonely boat.
Lu Dongxuan smiled bitterly. It turned out... the young master didn't use his full strength at all, otherwise, he would not be able to withstand the spiritual pressure.
Lu Fan raised his hand.
The accumulated spiritual pressure turned into a huge palm.
Slap the sky.
He slapped the hazy clouds in the sky with his palm.
After that...
The thick clouds were actually shattered.
The bright golden sunlight breaks through the clouds...
It was like golden streaks falling down, sprinkling on Lu Dongxuan's face as he lay on his back, making him feel warm.
On the island in the middle of the lake.
On the planted "Biluan Peach Blossom Tree", the flower buds are about to bloom under the bright sunshine that breaks through the clouds and under the terrifying spiritual pressure that permeates the air.
Blooming one after another.
Peach blossoms are blooming on the island.
It seemed to be announcing the end of this war.
It also heralds the end of the era of the Hundred Schools of Thought.
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