The last rays of sunlight vanished.

It was as if eternal night had fallen.

And Beiluo Long Street completely fell into an eerie silence......

It's as if time has stood still.

Nie Changqing didn't make another move, and his slight panting broke the silence.

He took a step back and stood with his knife in his shoulder.

Four of the seven heroes of the Sword Sect joined forces, cooperated with tacit understanding, and had the sword faction's swordsmanship as a foundation.

The leader is the Seven Rings Grandmaster who hides the five swords, and with the other three, almost as soon as they fight, Nie Changqing fell into a disadvantage.

If it weren't for the assistance of aura, whether it was strength or qi and blood, he might be stabbed out of several holes in his body under three moves.

"Sure enough, it's still too weak, with such strength, how can you go south to break into the Dao Sect?!"

Nie Changqing gasped, and the strands of hair fell in front of his eyes, making his eyes a little stunned.

Daozong, he doesn't care.

But......

In the Taoist sect, there are people he cares about.

In front of Lu Fan.

Lao Huang leaned his back, his forehead, his cheeks were shaking, and a drop of sweat the size of a bean was rising.

He stared at the flying sword that was close at hand, almost against the center of his eyebrows, and the qi and blood on his body almost fell into a cold silence.

If it weren't for the flying sword being suppressed in the air by a strange force......

Probably, at this moment, he is dead!

Yi Yue clenched the long whip, and her fox face was full of horror, and her pink red lips were wide open, showing the great shock in her heart.

Ni Yu was very excited, and her pretty face was flushed.

Luo Cheng, as well as Chen Beixun and others who were escorted, were also stunned.

Especially Chen Beixun, this time, he saw ......

Lu Fan rolled up his sleeves and landed a son on the chessboard.

In an instant, the flying sword froze, and the four heroes of the sword faction knelt down, as if the whole world was silent!

This...... What is it?

Chen Beixun's beautiful hair shook violently, he was no longer iron-clad, and despair appeared in his eyes.

He thought that Lu Fan's confidence was Nie Changqing, an outcast of the Taoist Sect whose strength was somewhat unpredictable......

It turned out that he was wrong.

Unpredictable ...... It's Lu Fan, not Nie Changqing!

Chen Beixun was a little stunned at the moment, no wonder the outcasts of the Dao Sect would follow Lu Fan so desperately.

Originally...... Everyone in the world has been deceived by Lu Fan!

This is a big lie!

It's over, and there's no hope.

Chen Beixun's legs were weak and he sat on the ground.

On the long street, the atmosphere is solemn.

The flying sword was strangely frozen in the air, and the four swordsmen, their hats were shattered, and their hair was scattered.

They all fell to their knees on one knee, panting like dragons, beads of sweat rolling down.

The heavy pressure made them stubbornly resist while being terrified.

The Seven Rings Grandmaster, who was headed by the Five Swords, trembled slightly, and slowly seemed to stand up under pressure.

in a wheelchair.

Lu Fanmei raised, these four people ...... Compared to the ninth Han Lianxiao of the Dao Sect, it is much stronger.

The spiritual pressure that he broke out at this moment was similar to the spiritual pressure that suppressed Han Lianxiao's at the beginning.

However, Lu Fan didn't care.

The slender fingers fell, and he once again picked up a sunspot from the chess box in the armrest of the wheelchair.

With one hand rolled up his sleeve, the middle and index fingers hold the chess pieces.

A faint smile appeared on his face with red lips and white teeth, looking at the four sword sect swordsmen who were kneeling on the ground, resisting the spiritual pressure.

"If you can carry my three sons, I will not throw myself to the ground......"

"Liveable. ”

Lu Fan Road.

The words were lazy and lingered on the long street.

Then, the wrist holding the chess piece is raised high.

"Smack!"

Kuroko falls on the board.

Rumble......

Around Lu Fan's body, the aura boiled again, spreading out in a ripple-like form.

Spiritual pressure suddenly increased fivefold!

Boom!

The flying sword, which was originally suspended in the air, seemed to be pulled hard and smashed to the ground.

There are even a few flying swords with slightly inferior materials, which are directly pressed and twisted.

Poof!

Except for the swordsman who had five swords hidden in the sword box, the other three people all spurted blood from their mouths, and they couldn't bear the pressure of the spirit.

They felt that their internal organs were almost going to be pressed and distorted.

They threw themselves to the ground, their faces turned sideways, their cheeks slammed into the ground, and their mouths were bleeding.

"What the hell is this...... What?!"

The sword sect swordsman who hid the five swords in the sword box, his eyes were red, and he was panting like a cow, his gaze crossed Nie Changqing, staring at Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

"It's just a cultivator's insect carving skill. ”

Lu Fan's words just fell.

The swordsman, with a sudden "bang", couldn't support it and fell to the ground.

The third sunspot that Lu Fan pinched from the chess box still failed to fall after all.

"It's a pity ......"

Lu Fan shook his head slightly and sighed.

"Old Nie, clear the field. ”

A faint voice lingered.

Nie Changqing, who was carrying the knife, stared at him.

He raised the pig-killing knife in his hand, and his aura swirled.

The sword trick is activated.

The pig-killing knife suddenly sped away, slashed an arc in the air, scraped the necks of the four swordsmen lying on the ground, circled, and flew back into Nie Changqing's hand, and a drop of blood oozed from the knife.

The four swordsmen lying on the ground gradually gathered into a puddle of blood and water under them.

Lu Fan's wheelchair automatically turned in a different direction, facing away from the four swordsmen whose breath had dissipated.

Roll up your sleeves, pick up two chess pieces from the chessboard and throw them into the chess box.

"Xiao Ni, carry it. ”

Ni Yu hurriedly memorized the chessboard, straightened his flat chest, and stood straight and energetic.

Izuki's face also regained its composure, and she nudged the wheelchair.

The sound of wooden wheels and green bricks grinding made the dead Beiluo Long Street regain some vitality.

Chen Beixun's eyes were dull, and his body was cold.

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan had already collapsed on the ground.

"Less...... Young Master!"

Luo Cheng, who was wearing blood-stained armor, swallowed his saliva.

"What about these people?"

Luo Cheng asked, he was referring to Chen Beixun and others.

Lu Fan, who was slowly pushed and headed in the direction of Lu Fu, supported his chin with one hand, pinched the bridge of his nose with the other, and said lightly.

"The sin of rebellion should be ...... as it is"

Lu Fan's figure is very long on the long street that slopes west at dusk.

A fluttering voice swept over.

Luo Cheng took a deep breath.

In the direction where Lu Fan's wheelchair disappeared, he clenched his fists and bowed.

"Wow. ”

Then, he straightened up, took off his blood-stained helmet, and waved his hand.

"Chop. ”

The words just fell.

The iron-blooded sergeants who escorted the prisoners of the three major families drew their weapons one after another.

This time......

It's a real bloodstained street.

Chen Beixun sat on the ground in embarrassment, staring at Lu Fan's disappearing back with his eyes.

Just staring at ......

Until...... There was a pain in the neck, and the picture in front of him suddenly went black.

......

Sitting in a wheelchair, Lu Fan's eyes were closed, and he recovered his mind.

Urging the Spirit Pressure Chessboard to suppress the four Grandmasters, although it seems quite easy, there are still some tricky things, after all, the falling son consumes soul strength.

Pinched the bridge of his nose, Lu Fan prepared to go back to rest, sleep can effectively recover the soul strength faster.

And of course, not only that.

Tonight, he has business to do.

This is the matter of the pulp.

He had previously told Yu Wenxiu and Xiang Shaoyun that the preaching station could be entered once every three days.

Tonight is the third day.

Needless to say, if he wants to quickly improve his aura, in addition to using the exchange of soul strength attribute points, he is to cultivate cultivators through the preach, so as to increase their aura.

"Yiyue, Childe, I'm a little tired, go home. ”

Thinking of this, Lu Fan didn't linger anymore, and said to Yi Yue, who was pushing a wheelchair behind him.

"Wow. ”

Yi Yue answered, and sped up.

Well?

Suddenly, Lu Fan, who closed his eyes and recuperated, opened his eyes slightly.

Izuki's movement of pushing the wheelchair also froze.

In the distance, at night, on the horizon of the long street.

The white dress is fluttering.

A graceful figure, with the moonlight on his head, the green silk is scattered, the elegance is peerless, and there is a figure with a blue nose and swollen face in his hand.

Ning Zhao stands at the end of the long street.

I saw Lu Fan in a wheelchair.

Suddenly, the eyebrows and eyes were like a crescent moon, and the smile was like a peach blossom.

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