Chapter 7 Don't be afraid, you have the support of the young master

The deaths of the three Confucian scholars from aristocratic families did not attract much attention.

Now, on the top of the city wall, both sides are fighting each other, with swords flashing and clanging sounds continuously.

Moreover, Ning Zhao resolved the battle in a flash, as casually as a dragonfly skimming the water.

With the blessing of spiritual energy, Ning Zhao entered the realm of a master warrior. Even though his control over spiritual energy was not perfect, he could still kill second-rate warriors with ease.

There was a look of shock in Yi Yue's eyes. She was too strong. Sister Ning Zhao had become too strong!

Stronger and more powerful than ordinary master warriors.

If it were her, she probably wouldn't be able to block a sword in front of Ning Zhao.

Ni Yu’s pretty face flushed red, she held the umbrella handle with both hands, her eyes widened... Wow, so awesome!

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair with no expression on his face.

He was not used to seeing someone kill someone for the first time, but...

Sooner or later you'll get used to it.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. If you live in troubled times, you have to get used to the rules of troubled times.

"Sir, if you don't want to see blood, just cover your eyes."

Ning Zhao's black hair fell down, her pretty face slightly bent down, and she whispered softly in Lu Fan's ear.

Lu Fan was stunned and smiled.

"Your son is not that fragile."

"Sister Ning, take me to the top of the city wall."

"Yue Yue, go open the city gate."

Lu Fan gently patted the thin wool blanket on his knees and said.

“Yes.”

Ning Zhao smiled gently.

There was a sharp gleam in Yi Yue's eyes. He swung the whip, and blood surged, ejecting him from the pile of corpses.

Lu Fan turned his head and glanced at Ni Yu, who happened to be glaring at him, and clapped his hands and chuckled.

"Xiao Ni, hold the umbrella tight."

"Sir, your handsomeness has nowhere to go, but it cannot be illuminated by the sun."

Ning Zhao, who was pushing the wheelchair, was stunned.

Ni Yu rolled his eyes and said, "Young Master...you are so shameless."

To go up to the top of the city from the bottom, there is no sloping slope for wheelchairs to go up, only narrow stairs that can only accommodate one person.

At this moment, there were corpses lying all over the stairs.

"Sir, sit tight."

Ning Zhao warned.

Lu Fan raised his eyebrows.

The next moment, Ning Zhao clapped her hands on the back of the wheelchair, took a step forward with her little feet, and the hanging white gauze suddenly rolled up.

He was actually carrying the wheelchair and stepping on the stairs, as if he was flying into the air.

After a few steps, he reached the top of the city wall.

Ni Yu quickly closed his umbrella and climbed the stairs humming and groaning to catch up.

Ni Yu felt bitter after all this trouble, and she swore that after today, she would work hard to learn martial arts.

The wooden wheels fell to the ground, making a crisp sound when they collided with the ancient bricks on the top of the city wall.

In fact, the battle on the city wall was almost over.

There was no clear winner between the two sides, and they were both in a state of stalemate.

Lu Changkong's trusted general Luo Yue led the soldiers defending the city and the armies of the three major families, and formed camps on the top of the city.

Ning Zhao and Lu Fan went up to the top of the city wall, came out from the ladder, and appeared in front of the two opposing sides, in the direction of the armies of the three major families.

This appearance accidentally made him the focus of the whole audience.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little weird and awkward.

The air was filled with blood and tension.

Both forces stared in astonishment.

"Hey, Master, Sister Ning...wait for Xiao Ni."

Ni Yu held the umbrella in one hand and climbed the stone steps to the top of the city wall clumsily and breathlessly with the other hand.

After reaching the top of the city wall, Xiao Ni placed the tip of his umbrella on the ground, supported his waist with one hand, and took a breath.

She was so proud of herself for climbing dozens of steps to the top of the city wall in one breath.

"Young Master!"

suddenly.

A sharp hissing sound rang out, and Ni Yu was so scared that his hands trembled and he almost dropped the umbrella in his hand.

Among Lu Changkong's trusted subordinates, a general holding a blood-stained sword let out a blood-stained roar, which was filled with fear and despair.

They naturally all recognized Lu Fan, the son of Lu Changkong, their young master.

However, the young master was in poor health, his lower body was paralyzed and he had difficulty walking, but at this moment he actually appeared on the top of the city wall.

The city walls are extremely dangerous nowadays and have almost become a battlefield.

The three great families betrayed Beiluo City and completely tore their faces apart. Lu Fan's appearance at the front of the three great families' army was like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth! On the other side, the strong men of the three great families also became ecstatic after being stunned.

“Isn’t this Lu Changkong’s only son, the cripple of the Lu family?!”

"Hahaha! If we catch him, the control of Beiluo City will be in our hands!"

"Be careful, the maid Lu Changkong gave his precious son is a first-rate warrior!"

…

In the camps of the three great families, many warriors in Confucian attire had their eyes light up.

Bang! However, this uproar lasted only a moment.

On the top of the city wall, there was a shock wave of energy and blood. Warriors from the three major family camps rushed out like wild beasts that smelled blood.

On the other side, Lu Changkong's trusted generals also rushed out quickly to protect Lu Fan.

For a moment, Lu Fan became the target of both sides.

However, Lu Fan, who accidentally became a target, was very calm.

Although the shock to his blood and energy made his face slightly red, he was not panicked at all. He still had to maintain his temperament.

"Xiao Ni, hold the umbrella."

Lu Fan supported his chin with one hand and placed the other hand on the blanket covering his thighs, and said.

Ni Yu hurriedly opened the umbrella, holding the handle tightly, and used trembling legs to block the sun for Lu Fan.

"The three great families colluded with the enemy and their crime should be punished."

"Cut off his head and hang it on the top of the city wall as a warning to all."

Lu Fan looked at the warriors rushing towards him and said coldly.

The words fell.

Ning Zhao's eyes were as sharp as torches, and he moved in an instant. The long sword, as thin as a cicada's wing, was once again ejected from the sheath from the handle of the wheelchair.

"He's just a half-paralyzed cripple, but he's so pretentious!"

Three major family camps.

The first-rate warrior who came to kill him laughed disdainfully.

This person is Chen He, the head of the Chen family, one of the three major families. He once studied Confucianism and Taoism under the guidance of the national teacher. He usually looks like a Confucian scholar, but today, he looks hideous and ferocious.

Ning Zhao was as cold and indifferent as ten thousand years of ice, and she moved with light lotus steps.

Chen He did not relax either. Ning Zhao was undoubtedly the first-rate warrior maid assigned by Lu Changkong to Lu Fan to protect his safety.

Ning Zhao and Chen He were extremely fast and were approaching them rapidly.

Both are first-rate warriors, but Chen He has the advantage of being a man, so he is confident.

Lu Changkong's trusted general Luo Yue stepped forward and stood in front of Lu Fan.

Staring intently at the battle ahead.

The next moment.

His eyes suddenly narrowed.

The sword flashed like a meteor.

The battle ended so quickly that no one expected it.

Chen He collides with Ning Zhao.

Chen He was shocked when he heard a strange sound of explosion. He saw Ning Zhao's aura soared rapidly in an instant. The sword, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, burst out with a force like a thousand-pound hammer.

Chen He's mouth exploded and the sword in his hand flew away.

Without even a scream, he was beheaded by a single sword.

The head flew into the sky, was hit by the back of Ning Zhao's sword, and rolled like a ball to the feet of the general Luo Yue.

Chen He's body was kicked by Ning Zhao and fell to the side.

Kill a first-rate warrior with one move.

Ning Zhao seemed to have done something insignificant.

She stepped lightly on the top of the city wall with lotus steps, and her delicate body emitted a series of strange explosion sounds.

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

He went straight to the other two heads of the three major families.

"Grandmaster Warrior?!"

"Mad man! Lu Changkong is a mad man!"

"Let a master be a maid? Lu Changkong, you old bastard!"

The instant death of the head of the Chen family made the other people from the three major families suddenly wake up.

They were horrified and they cursed.

The other two family heads, seeing that the situation was not good, turned around and tried to escape.

Judging from Ning Zhao's ability to kill Chen He, he is not an ordinary master! Ning Zhao held the sword as thin as a cicada's wing, and a ray of cold light flashed under his eyes.

"My Lord sentences you to death today."

"Then go and die."

Ning Zhaodao.

The next moment, a wisp of light blue spiritual energy from the Dantian and lower abdomen flowed through the whole body.

The speed of the explosion suddenly increased, and on the narrow walkway of the city wall, it flew over the many guards of the three major families and caught up with the two fleeing family heads.

Phew!

A column of blood shot up into the sky.

With a light tap of the Cicada Wing Sword, two bloody heads, like Chen He's head, rolled neatly to Luo Yue's feet.

As for the two bodies, they fell to the ground helplessly.

On top of the city wall.

Ning Zhao held the cicada-wing sword in her hand, wearing a long gauze dress, with her long black hair loose, she looked extremely graceful.

The warriors and soldiers on the city walls were terrified.

A master can march through an army of thousands and take the heads of enemy generals.

Now... they saw it with their own eyes.

Ning Zhao walked with a sword in hand, the tip of the sword dripping with blood. He walked out from the soldiers of the three major families and went straight back to the back of Lu Fan who was sitting in a wheelchair.

No one dared to stop him.

There was complete silence on the city wall.

Luo Yue looked at the three heads neatly arranged at his feet and felt a little confused.

Is Ning Zhao taking drugs? How can she be so strong? At this moment, under the city of Beiluo.

Crunch.

A deafening sound rang out.

The tightly closed city gate was opened by Yi Yue.

Although the gate was heavy, Yi Yue was a second-rate warrior after all, and his blood and energy flowed through his body, opening a gap in the heavy and dull feeling.

Outside the city.

Lu Changkong lay on the horse's back, and saw the gap of the open city gate through the flying horse's mane. His eyes suddenly brightened.

The rhythm of horse hooves was rapid.

Turned into a bloody shadow.

"open!"

Lu Changkong shouted loudly.

He stepped on the horse's back, flew out, and slapped the heavy city gate with one palm, actually making the gap in the gate wider.

His body was as nimble as a monkey's, and he slipped into the city through the city gate.

The Ferghana horse also rushed into the city gate with the sound of horse hooves. At the moment the Ferghana horse entered the city, Lu Changkong landed, turned around, took a bow step backward, and slapped the door with both palms. His blood surged, and his clothes and armor were torn apart by the impact.

Boom! The city gate was forcibly closed.

"Unbolt!"

Lu Changkong said in a low voice.

Yi Yue, who had been waiting for a long time and whose face turned red due to the shock of the grandmaster's blood and energy, had a flashing look in his eyes. He loosened the whip in his hand, and the heavy bolt of the city gate fell down. His whole body softened and he collapsed to the ground powerlessly.

The critical moment.

Four great warrior masters came together to attack.

All of them hit the heavy city gate.

The city gate made a loud noise, but it could not be broken down.

Lu Changkong was a burly man with his upper body naked. He stood with his back to the city gate, staring at the body of his trusted general who was pierced by a spear and kneeling on the ground. His face was as gloomy as water.

Feng Shi rode over with excitement on his face.

He happened to see Lu Changkong entering the city, and immediately became furious and started cursing.

"Damn! They all escaped!"

"Damn it, Lu Pifu, you're such a bastard!"

"Hand over your fair and tender paralyzed son quickly. My soldiers are waiting to favor him!"

Feng Shi reined in his horse and cursed loudly while riding on its back.

He planned to use dirty words to provoke Lu Changkong again.

But... what a pity.

Behind the city gate, there was no movement.

Feng Shi was so angry that his temples were throbbing and his eyes were wide open. He continued to curse at the city wall, all kinds of obscene words pouring out.

…

On top of the city wall.

Listening to Feng Shi’s shouting and cursing below.

Lu Fan covered his chest again and groaned.

He was very angry and wanted someone to comfort him.

Ning Zhao's eyes fixed.

He clapped his hands on the handle of the wheelchair backrest.

The sword, as thin as a cicada's wing, popped out again.

"Sir, please don't be angry. I will go and help you calm down."

Ning Zhao asked, "How do you want him to die, sir?"

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes, covered his chest with one hand, and smoothed out the wrinkles on the thin blanket with the other.

"Cut off their legs and bring them to the city. I will do it myself."

Lu Fan said.

Ning Zhao was stunned for a moment, then smiled as bright as a peach blossom.

“Yes.”

"Go ahead. If those masters try to stop us, just kill them."

Lu Fan chuckled, raised his hand, and gently patted Ning Zhao's soft and slender waist.

"Don't be afraid, I have your back..."

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