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

Collapsed stalls, scattered vegetable leaves all over the ground......

It looks like a depression.

At the end of the long street.

Sidao, dressed in black, carrying a sword box and a hat, came slowly.

They were different from ordinary Tsing Yi Sword Sect disciples, they wore black robes, and they had a pineapple wood sword box behind them, and they all hid at least three swords.

In the Sword Sect, the Tibetan Three Swords are the Five Rings Grandmaster.

The strength of the four people in front of them is indeed very strong, and none of them are weaker than the previous Dao Sect Han Lianxiao.

Behind the four of them, there were groups of iron-blooded sergeants chasing after each other with long knives.

However, the speed of the four Sword Sect Grandmasters was extremely fast, and although they were walking, they actually made it impossible for the rushing soldiers to catch up.

The purpose of these four grandmasters is very simple, to capture the thief and capture the king first.

North Los Angeles was the target of the Sword Sect, and they were originally hidden in a remote place outside North Los Angeles.

After getting the message of Jing Yue, one of the Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect, he immediately rushed over.

Lu Ping'an, the young master of Beiluo, was mad and went on a killing spree, completely breaking the rules of the game.

This made it impossible for them to take a slow turn against Beiluo, so they could only choose to use the most desperate method.

In fact, even if they were grandmasters, it would be extremely dangerous to choose to enter the city and capture Lu Fan like this.

After all, once surrounded by the army, it is very likely that you will die on the spot.

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

As long as they are not surrounded by the army, with the strength of their Sword Sect Seven Heroes, they will definitely be able to escape.

The Sword Sect is already good at producing assassins.

They send swordsmen, pay attention to a happy grudge, and go straight to each other.

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

The sun sets in the west.

The sky gradually darkened, and a sense of drowsiness and solemnity swept over the long street.

Izuki pushed the wheelchair, and the sound of wooden wheels and green bricks grinding came.

Lu Fan sat in a white robe, sitting in a wheelchair, supporting his chin with one hand, and his sideburns falling down his cheeks.

Ni Yu nervously carried the chessboard on his back, puffed out his little face, and stared ahead.

Nie Changqing was holding the pig-killing knife, his face was cold, his steps were slow, and every time he walked, he was gathering momentum.

He knows......

Next, there will be a tough battle.

Luo Cheng is an important person escorting the three major families.

Liu Ye, Zhu Yishan and others also mixed in the crowd with earthy faces.

Chen Beixun's eyes were like ashes, he lowered his head, his beautiful hair was already dirty, and his body was shaking slightly, which was frightened.

The Chen family is gone......

The Liu family and the Zhu family are gone, and the iron-beaten family has been pulled out like this.

Lu Fan's ruthlessness and decisiveness once again hit his mind.

He thought that Lu Changkong was not there, and Lu Fan would be restrained, but the result was ...... He was wrong.

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

The three major families were directly copied, and the important personnel of more than 30 merchants, large and small, were all killed by Lu Fan with a wave of his hand.

It was a day of bloodshed.

The master of the Sword Sect also died tragically on the spot.

Chen Beixun raised his head numbly.

He looked at the end of the long street in the distance, and slowly walked over, wearing hats of the four Sword Sect Grandmasters.

No excitement, no hope.

He was dead to the Sword Sect Grandmaster.

Before, in Beiluo Lake, the Sword Sect Grandmaster didn't fight, and fled by boat.

Now, the Chen family's mansion, the master of the Sword Sect, once again knocked on the wall with his sword and fled quickly......

The Grandmaster's two evasions pierced his heart.

His heart is dead, and he no longer has any hope for the Sword Sect.

The long wind howled.

The afterglow of the setting sun is only remnants, sprinkled on the ground of the long street, like coal in a furnace blooming with its last fragrance.

There are no lengthy openings and no superfluous nonsense.

Both sides know each other's purposes.

"I'm here, why didn't Jing Yue show up?"

Leader, the swordsman wearing a hat on his head and hiding five swords in the sword box frowned.

The other three were also puzzled.

"That's it, don't wait for him...... The target, the son of Lu Changkong in a wheelchair, Lu Ping'an. ”

"I stopped the Daoist Sect outcast Nie Changqing......"

"Wait for a shot, seal your throat with a sword, and leave after killing, and gather outside the city. ”

The first swordsman, his voice was hoarse and cold.

The words fell.

The tips of the swords in the hands of the four people were pressed against the bluestone ground of the long street.

There was a cacophony of rubbing, and sparks burst out.

The speed of the four swordsmen is getting faster and faster, and the qi and blood in their bodies are surging, and there are strange noises.

There was a strong wind, which rolled up the sand and stones and vegetable leaves on the ground.

The hawkers who fell to the ground were blown away by the energy.

"Kill!"

A low shout for the first swordsman!

Sonorous sounds.

The pineapple wood sword box behind the four of them trembled.

The hidden swords are all ejected.

The four swordsmen, neat and orderly, rotated in place, and the soles of their feet kicked at the hilt of each of the longswords that flew up.

Except for the main sword they held in their hands, the remaining nine swords, all straight and straight, stabbed towards Lu Fanfei.

......

"Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect...... Flying swordsmanship. ”

A low, hoarse voice rang out.

Lu Fan turned his face slightly, but found that beside him, I don't know when a figure with a rickety back appeared.

Lao Huang, who was hiding in the dark, appeared.

This is the first time he has appeared in front of Lu Fan, Lu Changkong asked him to protect Lu Fan, and now, Lu Fan has encountered a catastrophe, and he has to appear.

Lu Fan's face was very calm, and when he saw Lao Huang, he didn't have any surprise or surprise.

When the strength of his soul increased, he had already detected Lao Huang's existence.

"Grandmaster, hide your name and protect yourself secretly......"

Lu Fan sighed.

Lu Changkong is really good to his son.

A strong grandmaster, if he joined the defense of Beiluo City, the three great families would also think about it before betraying.

It's a pity, in this battle, one Grandmaster is not enough.

Lao Huang found that Lu Pan was not surprised by his appearance at all, but was slightly surprised.

Yi Yue and Ni Yu were already stunned, and Yi Yue even put her hand on the long whip on her waist.

Lao Huang didn't explain, just wrapped his body under the black robe, tense.

His eyes were fixed on the flying sword.

Sword Flying Swordsmanship......

He sacrificed his life, maybe he could ...... for his son Block a sword!

Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes fell on the flying long sword, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "Flying swordsmanship...... This is also worthy?"

Nie Changqing stepped forward.

The nine flying swords made the robes on Nie Changqing's body rattle in the hunt, the pig-killing knife was held in his hand, his eyes were like torches, and his hair was flying.

His blood was trembling.

Then, let out a low roar.

The pig-killing knife is picked up.

Within the Qi Pill, the aura poured out, and with the five rings of qi and blood, it seemed to be wrapped in the momentum of thunder.

"Edgeword!"

On the pig-killing knife, the aura is entangled.

Lao Nie shook his hand, and the pig-killing knife suddenly galloped out, slashing nine swords with one sword!

The faces of the four sword sect swordsmen were hidden under the hats, and they couldn't see their faces clearly.

The tip of their sword slashed through the green bricks, and their steps quickened, rushing towards Nie Changqing.

Everything became extremely rushed.

However......

For Lu Fan, who is in a wheelchair.

Time is at this moment, but it seems to have slowed down countless times, slowly flowing.

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

Nie Changqing and the four swordsmen and swordsmen were angry and bloody, and Lu Fan leisurely put the chessboard on his lap, and wiped it with a sigh of relief.

The two swords crossed the pig-killing knife and galloped over, Lao Huang glared angrily, and Lu Fan's face was like white jade, and his slender fingers did not hurry and grabbed a sunspot from the chess box.

On the heavenly dome, the last ray of the remnant sun was hidden, and the moment when light and darkness met.

Lu Fan rolled up his sleeves, around the wheelchair, wisps of aura rose in the wind.

With a click, the sunspot fell gracefully.

The moment the pieces land on the board.

Around the wheelchair, the waves of qi formed by the vibration of the spiritual energy were radiating and scattered out of thin air.

Invisible coercion permeates in an instant.

The moment it fell.

The heavens and the earth were silent, and the flying sword suddenly froze in the air.

Long Street.

The four swordsmen who fought with Nie Changqing, their hats suddenly exploded, their pupils constricted incredibly, and their buns fell apart.

The air seemed to freeze and compress, turning into a towering peak, and smashing into their bodies.

All four of them snorted.

The tip of the sword touches the ground, and he falls on one knee!