Chapter 30: Controlling twenty swords, dropping twenty pieces (please vote for recommendation!)
The sword floats up!
Controlling the sword in mid-air, like an immortal!
There were hundreds of Confucian scholars on twenty or thirty flower boats. They all looked in disbelief at the butcher knife floating in the air and slashing towards them against common sense!
That knife... can actually fly? !
It is not strange that a knife can fly. After all, the machinist has created flying knives before.
However, this flying knife is a hidden weapon, and it is completely different from the flying butcher knife in front of him! There is a circle of vague outlines of a big knife around the butcher knife in front of him, with a sense of oppression that makes every Confucian scholar breathless.
Among all the schools of thought... which one has such a method? ! The Confucian scholars on the flower boat all shut their mouths.
They stared at the butcher knife flying in the air, beads of sweat oozing from their foreheads.
Nie Zhangqing stepped on the oar standing on the lake, and his clothes rustled in the wind.
His blood, which had been suppressed by the great righteousness, began to boil again.
Using spiritual energy to control the sword, he slashed out this dazzling and gorgeous strike.
This was Nie Zhangqing's most powerful strike since he became a Grandmaster.
However, Nie Zhangqing was very calm, with no ripples in his heart, just like the feeling he usually had when he killed a piglet with one knife.
"Compared to the spiritual pressure that suppressed Han Lianxiao with just one thought from the young master... my methods are insignificant."
Nie Zhangqing murmured.
The next moment, his eyes fell on the flower boat and he became calm and composed.
Boom! The smoke swirled into a vortex.
The majestic energy draws the mist across the lake like three flowers gathering at the top of one’s head.
The faces of hundreds of Confucian scholars suddenly changed.
They didn't expect Lu Fan to ask Nie Zhangqing to take action.
They are all Confucian scholars with achievements. Their status may not be noble, but they are definitely sensitive.
Does Lu Fan really dare to kill them?
Once they are killed, it will definitely attract the attention of the great scholars in the court and may even lead to the intervention of the imperial teacher.
By then...how will Lu Fan end up? !
However.
No matter what these Confucian scholars think...
Nie Zhangqing's knife finally chopped down.
The lake surface, which was originally rippling due to the wind, suddenly became quiet, like a mirror, without any ripples, so quiet that it made people tremble.
The flower boat that was targeted by a butcher's knife.
The expressions of several leading scholars who were originally standing proudly at the bow of the ship suddenly changed drastically.
He is not only a Confucian scholar, but also a warrior.
Although he was only a second-rate warrior, Nie Zhangqing's sword gave him a terrifying feeling as if he had fallen into hell.
The righteousness on his face disappeared, and the noble spirit in his chest also dissipated.
He was on the deck of the flower boat, turned his head, pushed aside the Confucian scholar behind him, and rushed backwards like crazy.
Buzz...
Everyone is waiting for the butcher's knife to fall.
However, Nie Zhangqing's butcher knife disappointed them and did not hit Hua Chuan.
Instead, it was hanging an inch in front of the deck of the flower boat.
The strange suspension is even more frightening.
The lake was silent. The scholars on the other flower boats stared with their eyes wide open, but seeing no ripples at all, they felt bored.
However.
On the locked flower boat, many Confucian scholars, like the first man, turned around and tried to escape like crazy. However, after a few steps, their bodies were covered in blood, and they were cut in half and separated directly.
Boom! Instantly.
White foam appeared on the calm lake surface, as if a white snake was spreading from under the oar that Nie Zhangqing was stepping on to the flower boat.
The lake surface was actually divided into two by a shallow section, reaching for several hundred meters.
This sword seemed to carry the momentum of slaying a dragon.
The righteous spirit of the Confucian scholars was shattered by this knife.
Click.
The flower boat was broken.
Although the butcher knife did not cut down, there were cuts on the flower boat.
A few Confucian scholars ran fast and luckily survived, but their blue shirts were stained with blood. They let out miserable howls and fell on the deck.
The hull cracked.
The emerald green lake water gurgled and poured into the flower boat.
The flower boat began to sink, and the Confucian scholars on board were at a loss and lost their righteousness. They were just a group of scholars who were not even as good as third-rate warriors.
Many scholars took off their long gowns, ignored the coldness of the lake water, jumped off the flower boat, and swam towards other flower boats or the shore.
Some scholars who couldn't swim collapsed on the boat with pale faces.
Nie Zhangqing raised his hand.
As if making a suction gesture, the butcher knife hanging at the front end of the sinking flower boat actually swayed and floated back.
Finally, Nie Zhangqing held it in his hand.
Standing at the oar of the boat, his cloth clothes swaying in the wind, he cut open the lake with a sword.
The sword-controlling technique appears for the first time in the world, with a stunning ending.
The other Confucian scholars on the flower boats were stunned.
Many people are trembling in their hearts...
One sword can open a lake, kill people, and destroy ships!
Is this really a martial artist's method?! The legendary martial artist grandmaster, or even the disciples of the Hundred Schools... I'm afraid they can't do this! The entire Beiluo Lake was silent.
The fishing boat was swaying.
Ning Zhao held the cicada-wing sword in her hand and stood quietly on the boat. She looked at the incredible scene in front of her, her plump red lips slightly parted.
Even she... was equally surprised.
Beside her, Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, didn't even look at her. The wind blew his hair, and he smiled faintly as he picked up the white chess piece.
A hand gently wiped across the clean and dust-free chessboard.
The next moment.
The white piece, held between the middle finger and index finger, suddenly fell into the Tianyuan position on the chessboard.
“Pah.”
"Old Nie, continue."
Lu Fan said calmly.
The spiritual pressure chessboard flickered. Placing a black piece released five times the spiritual pressure, while placing a white piece restored 50% of the spiritual energy for the set goal.
There was not a trace of spiritual energy left, and Nie Zhangqing only had one trace. Restoring 50% was equivalent to restoring one trace.
Standing on the oar, holding the butcher knife, Nie Zhangqing opened his eyes again.
Excitement flashed across his face.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
That irresistible aura... is back again! Buzz...
The butcher knife in his hand was once again surrounded by spiritual energy.
Nie Zhangqing, who was still confused about the sword he had just swung, swung again from a different angle.
Aim for another flower boat.
The Confucian scholars on the boat were terrified.
They are still unable to be as calm as the great scholars in the face of life and death.
On the boat pole, Nie Zhangqing kept wielding his sword.
On the lonely boat, Lu Fan made frequent moves.
The two of them worked together very harmoniously.
The picture is actually quite poetic.
Twenty pieces are placed in succession, all of which are white.
Nie Zhangqing also slashed twenty times in a row, each strike cutting through the flower boat.
I have a deeper understanding of the Sword Control Technique.
As for Beiluo Lake, a group of Confucian scholars, regardless of their manners, fell into the lake like dumplings.
Their faces were all pale from the cold, but they dared not say anything.
The bodies of some Confucian scholars who were killed with butcher knives fell into Beiluo Lake, causing pools of blood to bubble up in the lake.
The smoke surrounding Beiluo Lake dissipated.
It was dispersed by Nie Zhangqing's twenty sword strikes.
Nie Zhangqing returned to the fishing boat and dragged the pole.
On the boat, Lu Fan was leisurely putting chess pieces back into the chess box.
"Sir, how do we deal with the remaining Confucian scholars?"
"Killed with one sword?"
Nie Zhangqing asked, holding the butcher knife.
Lu Fan rubbed his slender fingers, propped up his chin, and glanced at the group of Confucian scholars fluttering in Beiluo Lake.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"Let them flutter about. They want to step on me, Lu Ping'an, to achieve the reputation of 'furious for the beauty'... How can they do that without paying a price?"
"It's fine if he drowned, but if he didn't drown..."
"Once we get ashore, the City Lord's Mansion will send someone to settle accounts with them."
Lu Fan said calmly.
"Now, let's go to Zuichen Pavilion first."
…
The fishing boat was far behind.
Chen Beixun's eyes narrowed, he was carrying a yellow pear wood sword case on his back, his body trembling slightly.
Control the sword in the air and cut the lake in one stroke!
Dao Zong's abandoned disciple... is so strong?! What a despairing blow.
Beside him, Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan had already fallen down on the deck, their eyes dull.
"This...how is this possible?!"
"Is he still a human?! Is there really someone in the world who can wield a sword to kill the enemy?"
Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan roared almost like a madman.
"Don't worry... I still have the Grandmaster of my sword school!"
Chen Beixun clenched his fists, his eyes flickering.
The smoke lingering on the surface of Beiluo Lake was dissipated by Nie Zhangqing's sword.
From the depths of the smoke, a swaying small boat also emerged.
Chen Beixun's eyes were sharp as he stared at the lonely figure sitting cross-legged on the solitary boat.
The figure was carrying a yellow pear wood sword case like him, with four swords in the case.
That is the sword school walking in Zhongnan Tianshan! Four swords, representing that this person is a martial arts swordsman with the strength of a six-ring master! Suddenly.
Chen Beixun's eyes revealed excitement.
But then the lone and arrogant swordsman on the isolated boat stood up, his long robe fluttering in the wind.
The swordsman of the sword school is about to take action!
However……
Chen Beixun's excitement quickly froze.
Because, after the swordsman from the sword school stood up, he burst out his energy and blood without hesitation and hit the oar, causing the lone boat to shoot out.
Leaving long and narrow ripples on the surface of the lake.
He fled at full speed without looking back.
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