Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Escape... Escape?

Chen Beixun stood alone on the fishing boat and looked at the solitary boat that was so far away, a bit ignorant.

In the Sword School, the identity level is divided according to the number of swords in the sword box.

The first-rate martial arts party is qualified to carry the sword box and step into the level of the master warrior. Two swords can be hidden in the sword box.

There are two swords in the sword box of the master of the first ring to the master of the four rings.

Starting from the Master of Five Rings, every time a high ring is heard, there will be one more sword in the sword box.

The six-sound master warrior, four swords can be hidden in the sword box.

The highest is the Master Jiuxiang, who can bear seven swords in the sword box.

In addition, the seven swords can be specially created by the master swordsmiths, which is a first-class weapon in the world.

This is the tradition of the Sword School since ancient times.

The sword on the solitary boat sent masters of martial arts, the sword box contained four swords, but the master of the Six Rings...

But such a strong man.

Actually abandoned the original plan and fled without looking back!

Nie Changqing opened the lake with one knife, twenty swords in succession, split the flower boat twenty, killed dozens of Confucian students, and frightened the Six Masters of the sword school?

Chen Beixun's body shook slightly.

He suddenly understood why Lu Fan was so calm and so fearless.

The strength of this apostate...

It's like a monster!

On the fishing boat.

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan were also full of terror.

They looked at Chen Beixun, and the ugly color gradually appeared on their faces: "Chen Beixun, are you lying to us?! Say yes and get rid of Lu Ping'an!"

Zhu Yishan growled in a low voice.

Liu Ye looked at Chen Beixun's eyes not too friendly.

Yesterday, Chen Beixun approached them overnight, conspiring for one night, and vowed to ensure that the sword faction would intervene in this matter, and would take advantage of Lu Fan when he landed on the boat to the Zuichen Pavilion.

However, everything today is the same as farting.

The master of the sword faction was scared away without even showing up!

They... were sold!

As they can imagine, Lu Fan turned back to find out what happened when they liquidated.

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan remembered the lazy young man who was lazy in a wheelchair at the moment, and he did not know why there was a hint of chill.

"Afraid of anything!"

"Since ancient times, the flowing rivers and mountains, the iron family... my Beiluocheng III family, although it is not as good as the top family in Dantai, but now there are swords from one of the hundreds of families behind us... Never dare to move us."

Chen Beixun stood on the bow, carrying a yellow pear wood sword box, and his shirt was floating by the wind of the lake.

His voice was cold and loud.

"But the sword master, escape... escape!"

Liu Ye raised his hand and raised a finger, pointing to the lone boat that had fled to nowhere, and he breathed inwardly and said.

Chen Beixun's teeth clenched slightly.

"This is a temporary strategic retreat. We will also retreat and go back to the mansion to discuss again!"

Chen Beixun took a deep breath and said.

Thereafter, the boatman was ordered to turn around.

however.

Just when the boatman carried the boat and turned hard.

suddenly.

Suddenly, there was a terrible and powerful pressure that suddenly erupted.

Boom!!!

...

"Ok?"

Mei Lu picked up all the pieces in Lu Fan in the chess box.

He looked into the distance. On the lake where the smoke had dispersed, a flat boat was facing his fishing boat, raising the white flowers and waves, soaring towards the distance.

"Who is that?"

Lu Fan raised his chin in the direction of the crazy lone boat and asked in surprise.

Nie Changqing carried the pig-killing knife and looked up at the flat boat in the distance.

"Huanglimu sword box, four swords hidden in the box, a hundred schools of thought, sword school...Six Ring Master swordsman."

Nie Changqing, as the tenth Dao Sect, is naturally no stranger to sword masters.

"Sword School... Grandmaster Swordsman?"

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

"What is he running? My son is so good-tempered, will he still eat him?"

Nie Changqing choked, glanced at a group of Confucian students still in Beiluo Lake, unable to help but speechless.

You have a good temper... a ghost.

The small-mindedness matches with the seeds of dragon fruit.

Simply, Nie Changqing stopped answering.

"That's it, let him know it."

Lu Fan propped up his chin, slowly closed his eyes, and looked at the self-healing condition of the body's aura, while waving his hand.

"Son, there is a ship behind us, Chen Beixun and Liu and Zhu, two sons."

Lying on the edge of the fishing boat, the seasickness vomited to the feeble Ni Yu, suddenly with a haggard face pointing at a fishing boat in the distance, said.

"Oh."

Lu Fan looked at the pitiful Ni Yu with a spitting face, slowly closed his eyes, and answered.

Nie Changqing imposes twenty knives, and he consumes twenty auras.

However, he could feel Qi Dan surging like an oven, slowly recovering himself.

At this speed, it takes about an hour to recover a ray of aura. This recovery speed is indeed a bit slow.

However, Lu Fan was quite content.

"Son... they are going to turn around."

Ni Yu's weak voice resounded in Lu Fan's ear.

Lu Fan opened his eyes.

"go?"

He grabbed the spirit pressure chessboard and placed it on his lap.

A black spot was drawn from the chess box.

The sunspots were smooth and shiny, Lu Fan sandwiched between his middle and index fingers.

"Is Lu Ping's excitement so beautiful?"

At the next moment, in his eyes, everything in his line of sight suddenly began to turn into a translucent line shape, just like when he gave Ning Zhao the aura.

He widened the map in his sight and found the fishing boat Chen Beixun turned around to run.

The corner of the mouth is slightly picked.

Afterwards, the position of the Tianyuan star on the chessboard.

Clap.

A light blue aura evaporates at Lu Fan's place, like a burning flame.

The calm lake suddenly rose.

Ning Zhao's Ling Luo long skirt was blown and flying constantly.

Nie Changqing's pupils shrank and his legs were clamped...

Appeared!

The son's... spirit pressure!

...

On the fishing boat.

Chen Beixun's heart trembled, and a pressure like heavenly power made him unable to resist for an instant. His cheeks were facing down, and he was stuck on the ship's board.

The five bodies are thrown into the ground, and the strength to move the bullets and fingers is gone.

Not only him, but also Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan.

They were even worse than Chen Beixun, with blood in their noses and noses.

As for the boatman, he had already jumped into the lake and went crazy upstream.

Chen Beixun growled, he wanted to get up, but the pressure on his body was like a mountain.

Boom!

The lake around the fishing boat exploded, rising seven feet.

The fishing boat was instantly crushed and sunk like a lake.

The cold lake water engulfed Chen Beixun, Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan crazy.

The smell of the lake water poured into their mouths.

In the end what happened?!

How can the ship sink if it sinks?

Where did that terrible stress come out?

They didn't think it was Lu Fan's hand at all. At a distance of several miles, Lu Fan was not a fairy. How could it be done to explode the fishing boat.

The three of Chen Beixun were full of doubts, but their strong desire to survive made them too late to think, and they could only use their feeding power to go upstream.

Even the second-rate martial artists soaked in the cold lake water for half a day, and then swam to the shore, their physical strength would collapse.

There are even many Confucian scholars who, after swimming halfway, get rid of their strength. With their nostalgia for the world, they grunted and sank to the bottom of the lake.

Fortunately, Chen Beixun, after all, is a first-rate martial arts man. Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan also have martial arts strength, so he returned alive to shore.

They were soaked all over, their clothes stuck to their bodies, and their bodies were contaminated with a lot of filth in the lake.

suddenly.

Ground shaking.

The sound of a horseshoe burst.

A group of sergeants in helmets and armour came from the horses, and the crowds of people cried out and retreated. They recognized these sergeants as the Beiluo Army in the city's main palace.

Yiyue rode on a brown horse, and behind her was an iron-blooded army in the cold Luo Beiluo city.

"The son has orders, and he takes three family sons and returns to the main prison of the city to drink tea."

Yi Yueman said indifferently and seriously.

"Handcuffed."

next moment.

Several iron-blooded sergeants walked with heavy and cold chains.

Chen Beixun was wet and crawled from the ground. His well-tended beard had long been glued together.

He straightened his waist bar, and his bones clashed.

"I am Chen Beixun, a disciple of the sword school, wait..."

"Snapped!"

However, Chen Beixun's words were not finished yet, and Yiyue suddenly pulled his whip and pulled it on him.

Suddenly, the hot pain made Chen Beixun's tears flow down quickly.

"I want to see Master Lu!"

"I……"

Chen Beixun shouted, however, Yi Yue froze his face and threw a whip, leaving a blood mark on Chen Beixun.

"Your son has orders, if you speak, you will...draw you."

Yi Yuehu Mei had a faint smile on her face, and her hand curled up with a long whip.

Chen Beixun suddenly stopped speaking.

He wanted to resist, but there were hundreds of Beiluo Iron-Blood Army with brave and fierce battles on the scene. What did he take to resist?

Even if the ordinary guru met so many Beiluo iron-blooded army, I was afraid that they would have to obediently arrest.

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan never thought of rebelling, and they were handcuffed and escorted away.

And Chen Beixun, the beard sticking to the water plants in Beiluo Lake, turned his head and looked at the fishing boat drifting quietly in Beiluo Lake, as if he saw the young boy in a wheelchair on the fishing boat.

My heart trembled slightly.

"This game is my Chen Beixun, carelessly... hiss!"

Chen Beixun was handcuffed with an iron rope and looked at Beiluo Lake, expressing emotion in his mouth.

However, the words have not yet fallen.

Snapped!

Yiyue pulled a whip.

"His! Light... light!"

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