Chapter 39: Swords knock into the city, the final struggle

Jing Yue felt aggrieved.

As one of the Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect, this was the second time he had fled in a panic.

He didn't want to escape either. If he could wait for the arrival of the Seven Swordsmen, he would definitely dare to turn around and fight, but... he couldn't wait! If there was such a thing as a sword heart and sword will, it was very likely that his sword heart would have been corrupted and his sword will would have collapsed into slag.

However, he has no regrets.

Isn't it good to be alive?

He stepped on the ground, his energy and blood surged, and he ran wildly on the roof with the yellow pear wood sword case on his back, flying away from the Chen Mansion, which was a place of trouble.

As a six-ring master swordsman, he had to leave unless Lu Fan was really cruel enough to keep him.

He made the right bet. This time, just like last time, Lu Fan had no intention of keeping him.

It flew over seven or eight roofs.

suddenly.

Jing Yue's heart trembled. As one of the Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect, he still had some strength. His body spun at high speed on the spot, and his black robe fluttered.

His body spun sideways three times, and his feet landed steadily on the roof, breaking a black tile.

In front of him.

A graceful figure stopped him.

The setting sun is as red as blood, reflecting on the white dress, which flutters like a fairy.

Her long black hair spread out, and her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque.

This is a very beautiful person, as if she walked out of a painting.

The floating air currents made this person look even more fairy-like, as if he was a banished immortal from heaven.

Ning Zhao looked at Jing Yue solemnly, and his spiritual energy began to mobilize.

She had no sword in her hands, after all, the Cicada Wing Sword was in the handle of Lu Fan's wheelchair.

"The young master is in Chen's house, you came from Chen's house..."

Ning Zhao's long eyelashes seemed to be glowing in the setting sun.

She had just finished dealing with the matters on the Lake Heart Island and had just arrived when she heard that Lu Fan was killing people, so she hurried over.

But he happened to meet Jing Yue who was running away.

"You are carrying a yellow pear wood sword box, so you are a member of the Sword Sect. Young Master wants to make sure there are no Sword Sects in Beiluo City... So, you cannot leave."

Ning Zhao opened her red lips slightly and said lightly.

"Master Lu's maid?"

Jing Yue recognized Ning Zhao, so he was very solemn.

"You are no match for me. Go away... Otherwise, I will be merciless with my sword."

Jingyue Road.

He didn't want to get entangled with Ning Zhao, mainly because Ning Zhao was Lu Fan's maid.

He escaped twice, and Lu Fan did not touch him. But if he hurt the maid, or even killed her...

I'm afraid that Young Master Lu will chase him to the ends of the earth.

After all, he heard that Young Master Beiluo Lu was very narrow-minded...

Ning Zhao smiled. She raised her hand, and two wisps of light blue air surged in her palm. Her gauze skirt fluttered, and there was determination in her eyes.

This time...she will not let the young master down.

Fight! Ning Zhao tapped her feet on a black tile, her blood roared, a strange sound exploded, and her body looked like a ghost under the glow of the setting sun.

Jing Yue's eyes focused, his body exploded with six strange noises, and his sword stabbed out mercilessly.

It would be fine if he was afraid of Nie Zhangqing.

Could it be that he was afraid of Ning Zhao, a mere Grandmaster? ...

Outside Beiluo City, smoke and dust billowed across the endless plain.

Horse hooves trampled.

Four figures wearing conical hats and carrying yellow pear wood sword cases were riding their horses and galloping towards them at a rapid speed.

The iron-blooded sentinel guarding the city wall immediately discovered the target, and the news spread throughout the city.

The iron-blooded guards all moved. One after another, they pulled the powerful crossbows in the army and set them up on the top of the city. Once the enemy approached, they would shoot arrows to kill them.

However, the sound of horse hooves did not stop, and continued to explode, raising clouds of dust.

Finally, on the city of Beiluo, the defenders released their bowstrings, and arrows shot out, drawing arcs across the sky and turning into a rain of arrows.

The four men who were galloping on their horses slipped off their horses' backs and instantly fell into the horses' bellies, with arrows falling one after another.

The four horses were shot into sieves.

The sound of sword chanting burst out, and there was a series of blood-stirring sounds that soared into the sky.

Four figures used their lightness skills to quickly rush out from under the fallen horses' bellies.

We arrived at the Beiluo city wall which was covered with mottled marks.

There was a loud clang of explosion.

Sparks flew.

The tip of the sword pressed against a tiny gap in the city wall, and the sword body bent and bounced off, using the force to climb up the city wall.

The four of them rushed up the city wall together.

A top-notch city-defending general under Lu Changkong's command roared with his burly body and attacked with a heavy sword in hand.

The four men wore conical hats and seemed not to want to fight, nor did they dare to. Once they were besieged, no matter how high their martial arts skills were, they would be killed by random swords.

The clear sword chanting continued.

The four bodies flew over the iron-blooded soldiers surrounding the city wall.

He lightly stepped on his shoulders and floated away from Xu Yuan.

He stepped over the iron-blooded soldiers and crossed the city wall, then followed the inner city wall, pressed his sword against the wall, and landed inside the city with sparks flying.

…

Dozens of miles outside Beiluo City.

Three hundred cavalrymen trampled the ground and walked slowly.

Among the three hundred cavalrymen, there was a carriage pulled by five horses, galloping at a high speed, with its wheels turning and raising dust.

Five horses travel together, this is the imperial master's vehicle.

Lu Changkong was riding on a horse, dressed in iron armor and with a stern look on his face.

The curtain of the carriage was drawn aside, revealing a scholar with disheveled hair and bare chest, holding a gourd, sitting sideways on the passenger seat with the coachman.

"City Lord Lu, I'm addicted to fortune-telling again. Would you like to have a fortune-telling?"

Mo Tianyu took a sip of wine, sat sideways on the carriage frame, and spoke loudly to Lu Changkong who was riding on the horse.

Lu Changkong glanced at him with a sharp gaze under his helmet.

"Sir, you follow the Imperial Master. Why do you like fortune-telling? Isn't fortune-telling something that only the shamans of the Tianji family do?"

Mo Tianyu, with disheveled hair, laughed, scratched his bare chest, took a sip of gourd wine, and said, "There is a sequence in learning. I learned hexagrams first, and then I was taken away by the teacher to study Confucianism. The past is too painful to recall..."

Lu Changkong nodded.

"The road is lonely, so let's listen to the master's divination."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Lu Changkong said.

Mo Tianyu's eyes lit up, and he took out three plates of shiny copper coins from his arms, put them in his palm, took a sip of wine, held it in his mouth, and then sprayed it towards the three copper coins.

The three copper coins that were sprayed out actually rolled in the wine and finally fell into Mo Tianyu's palm.

"Oh, that's interesting..."

"The hexagram indicates a very bad omen, City Lord Lu. If you leave the city this time, your son will be harmed. The sword sect will take over Beiluo, and the city will be flooded with blood... Tsk tsk tsk, a bloody disaster."

Mo Tianyu stared at it for a while, smacked his lips and said.

Lu Changkong frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing across his eyes.

However……

Before he could have an attack.

In the distance, the sound of horse hooves could be heard, and a horse was galloping towards the direction of Beiluo City.

On the horse's back was a soldier wearing Beiluo army armor.

After being stopped.

He knelt on one knee and slid in front of Lu Changkong, raising dust.

"Report!"

"explain."

"The news came out from Beiluo City. The three great families gathered a hundred Confucian scholars and sword masters on Beiluo Lake to question the young master. They also hired thugs and gangsters and united with Beiluo merchants to start a riot."

"And the four great masters of the sword sect knocked their swords against the city wall and entered the city with Qing Gong!"

The soldier lowered his head and spoke very quickly.

After hearing this, Lu Changkong's blood surged, and his eyes revealed a murderous aura! "How dare the sword sect?!"

Lu Changkong did not yell at the three major families, but directly scolded the sword sect. The family whose three patriarchs had died was not a concern, the one that could really cause trouble was the sword sect.

He knew that the Sword Sect was going to cause trouble, but he didn't expect that the action would come so quickly!

The other side.

Mo Tianyu smiled.

He let out a long howl toward the sky and got back into the carriage.

"This time, it seems that Laozi's divination is correct."

"One word of divination can predict life and death, one word of divination can predict reincarnation..."

Mo Tianyu laughed and returned to the carriage.

Lu Changkong glanced at him with a cold face, whipped the horse whip, and the horse raised its front hooves and neighed.

The three hundred cavalrymen accelerated their journey and, under the pull of the blood-red setting sun, rushed back to Beiluo City at full speed.

…

Chen family residence.

There was silence, blood flowed all over the ground, even dyeing the water in the pond red.

The wind blew, bringing with it a fishy smell all over the ground.

Lu Fan was wearing a white robe without a trace of blood. He was playing with chess pieces with a face as white as jade.

Since "Bai Yujing" was established, Beiluo City, as the city where Bai Yujing is located, Lu Fan naturally would not allow any other forces to exist in the city.

If yes, remove it.

suddenly.

Lu Fan raised his eyebrows.

He turned his head and looked at the long street outside the mansion.

Nie Zhangqing put away the butcher knife and stood beside Lu Fan with a serious expression.

"Young Master...there are experts."

Nie Zhangqing said.

Lu Fan nodded. With a soul strength of 13 points, he naturally sensed the murderous aura that was sweeping over like four black clouds.

As if he had thought of something, Lu Fan raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"The sword sect's final struggle..."

Then, he threw the chess pieces he was playing with back into the chess box.

"Itsuki, let's go."

Lu Fan said.

“Yes.”

Yi Yue Hu Mei had a slightly serious look on her face as she pushed the wheelchair out of Chen's residence, with Ni Yu following closely beside her.

Nie Zhangqing grabbed the butcher knife, wiped the blood off it with his sleeve, and followed with his eyes flashing.

(End of this chapter)