Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The blood on the long street has not yet dried, and the people on both sides have long dispersed.

Collapsed stalls, scattered vegetable leaves...

A depressed look.

The end of the long street.

Si Dao dressed in black, carrying a sword box, wearing a figure of Doujia, came slowly.

They are different from the ordinary Qingyi Jianpai disciples. They wear black robes, with a yellow pear wood sword box behind them, and at least all three swords are hidden.

In the Sword School, Zang Sanjian is the Master of Five Rings.

The strength of the four people in front of them is indeed very strong, and they are not weaker than the previous Daozong Han Lianxiao.

Behind the four of them, there was a team of iron-blooded sergeants chasing after holding a long knife.

However, the four sword masters were extremely fast, and although they were walking, the running soldiers could not catch up.

The purpose of these four masters is very simple.

Beiluo City is the target of the sword faction, they were originally hidden in a remote place outside Beiluo City.

After receiving the message from Jingyue, one of the seven swordsmen, he rushed out immediately.

The young master Lu Ping of Beiluo was devastated and violently killed, completely breaking the rules of the game.

This made them unable to pursue Beiluo slowly, and could only choose the most dangerous way.

In fact, even if they are masters, choosing to enter the city to kill Lu Fan is extremely dangerous.

After all, once surrounded by a military group, it is very likely to die on the spot.

Therefore, they chose to fight quickly and quickly, directly enter the enemy camp in the fastest way, break it with force, slay Lu Fan, and then escape and escape.

As long as they are not surrounded by the army, they can definitely escape with the strength of their swordsmen.

Sword faction, already good at producing assassins.

They sent swordsmen to pay attention to a happy enmity and went straight.

In the murderous red dust, get out of the white blade.

The sun sets west.

The sky gradually darkened, and there was a sense of faintness and killing, sweeping on the long street.

Yi Yue pushed the wheelchair, and the sound of wooden wheels and blue bricks rolling.

Lu Fan was in a white robe, sitting in a wheelchair, supporting the chin with one hand, his temples drooping his cheeks.

Ni Yu carried the chessboard nervously, bulging his small face, staring at the front.

Nie Changqing was holding a pig-killing knife, his face was cold, and he walked slowly. Every walk, he was gaining momentum.

he knows……

Next, there will be a difficult battle.

Luo Cheng is an important person who escorts the three families.

Liu Ye, Zhu Yishan and others were also mixed in the crowd.

Chen Beixun's eyes were ashamed, he lowered his head, Mei Beard was already extremely dirty, his body was shaking slightly, that was frightened.

The Chen family is gone...

The Liu family and the Zhu family are also gone.

Lu Fan's fierce and decisive impact on his mind once again.

He thought Lu Changkong was absent, and Lu Fan would be squeezed, but he was wrong.

Lu Changkong left the city and entered Beijing, but Lu Fan became more and more unscrupulous and let go of his hands and feet...

The three major families were directly copied. The important personnel of more than thirty merchants, large and small, were all wiped out by Lu Fan.

This is a bloody day.

The sword masters also died on the spot.

Chen Beixun raised his head numbly.

He looked at the end of the long street in the distance and walked slowly, wearing the four sword masters of Tujia.

No excitement, no hope.

He was dead to the sword master.

Before, in Beiluo Lake, the sword masters did not fight and fled by boat.

Today, the Chen Family Mansion, a master of the sword school, once again knocked around the wall and escaped quickly...

The master's two escapes penetrated his heart.

His heart is dead, and he no longer gives any hope to the sword school.

The long wind roared.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, only the remnants left, spreading on the ground of the long street, like the coal in the furnace is blooming the last Fanghua.

There is no lengthy opening and no unnecessary nonsense.

Both sides know each other's purpose.

"I'm waiting, why doesn't Jing Yue show up?"

Headed by a swordsman wearing a hat and a sword box with five swords, he frowned.

The other three are also puzzled.

"Well, don't wait for him... Target, Lu Changkong's son in a wheelchair, Lu Pingan."

"I stopped Dao Zong's abandoned Nie Changqing..."

"I'll wait for the shot, seal my throat with a sword, and then go away after killing, gather outside the city."

As the first swordsman, his voice was hoarse and cold.

Words fall.

The tips of the swords in the hands of the four people all reached the bluestone ground of Long Street.

The harsh sound of rubbing sounded, and Mars splashed out.

The speed of the four swordsmen is getting faster and faster, and the body is full of blood and blood, and the noise is repeated.

There was a violent wind, which rolled up the sand and the leaves on the ground.

The hawker stalls that had fallen to the ground were all blown away with great energy.

"kill!"

Cry for the first swordsman!

The clang sounded.

The yellow pear wood sword box behind the four people shivered.

All the hidden swords pop up.

The four swordsmen, neat and orderly, turned their bodies in place, and kicked their feet on the hilt of each long sword that was flying up.

Except for the main sword they held in their hands, the remaining nine swords, all straight, came toward the landing fan.

...

"Sword School Seven Heroes... Flying Sword Technique."

A low, hoarse voice sounded.

Lu Fan looked sideways, but found that there was no figure of rickets on his side.

Lao Huang, hiding in the dark, appeared.

This was his first appearance in front of Lu Fan. Lu Changkong asked him to protect Lu Fan. Now, Lu Fan is in a big disaster and he has to appear.

Lu Fan looked very calm. When he saw Lao Huang, he didn't have any surprises or surprises.

After the strength of his soul increased, the existence of Lao Huang had long been detected.

"Sound Master, protect yourself in secret..."

Lu Fan sighed.

Lu Changkong is really good for his son.

If a great master is involved in the defense of Beiluo City, the three major families will think about it before they betrayed.

It is a pity that in this battle, one master is not enough.

Lao Huang found that Lu Fan was not surprised at his appearance, but was slightly surprised.

Yiyue and Ni Yu were already stunned, and Yiyue even put their hands on the waist whip.

Lao Huang didn't explain it, just wrapped in a black robe with a rickety body, tight.

His eyes were fixed on the front, staring at the few swords flying.

Sword flying sword...

He lay down his life, maybe he could stop the son...

Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looked at the flying sword, his mouth slightly flicked, "Flying Sword... Is this also worthy?"

Nie Changqing stepped forward.

Nine flying swords made Nie Changqing's robe hunt, the pig-killing knife held in his hand, his eyes like a torch, and his hair was flying.

His blood was shaking.

After that, he growled.

Kill the pig knife.

Within the Qidan, Aura gushes out, with the five sounds of qi and blood, as if wrapped in a thunder.

"Knife!"

Aura is entangled on the pig knife.

Old Nie shook his hand, and the pig-killing knife suddenly leaped out, slashing nine swords!

The four swordsmen's faces were hidden under the hat, and they couldn't see their faces.

Their sword tips crossed the blue brick, their pace accelerated, and they rushed towards Nie Changqing.

Everything has become extremely urgent.

however……

For Lu Fan in a wheelchair.

Time at this moment seems to slow down countless times, slowly flowing.

The pig-killing knife collided with the nine swords, and Lu Fan leisurely took the board from Ni Yu.

Nie Changqing and the four swordsmen, the swordsman, were bloody and strange, and Lu Fan comfortably placed the chessboard on his thigh, and he wiped it off by the way.

The two swords crossed the pig-killing knife and drove by. Old Huang's eyes were glared, while Lu Fan's face was like white jade. His long fingers hurriedly caught a black spot from the chess box.

On that day's dome, the last rays of the last sun were hidden, and there was a moment when light and darkness met.

Lu Fan pulls the sleeves, around the wheelchair, a ray of aura rises in the wind.

With a click, it fell gracefully.

Chess pieces fall on the board instantly.

Around the wheelchair, the air waves formed by the vibrations of the aura were radiating and scattered out of thin air.

Invisible coercion, instantly filled.

Falling moment.

Heaven and earth are still, Feijian suddenly stagnate in the air.

On the long street.

The four swordsmen who fought against Nie Changqing suddenly blew up, and their pupils contracted unbelievably and their hair buns collapsed.

The air seemed to freeze and compress, turning into majestic peaks, hitting their bodies.

All four groaned.

The tip of the sword touched the ground and fell on one knee!