Lu Hongliang looked a little cramped and listened to the methodical reports of the various ability teams.

The unbelievable events that had happened throughout the day made him unable to substitute himself into it.

At this moment, he was more like an outsider, quietly listening to their plans and deployments.

He didn't notice that General Murong looked at him crampedly, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

His expression now is similar and similar to when Su Zhe first joined the special operations unit.

Fortunately, the experience of being an orphan made him quickly come back to his senses and quickly substitute himself into the role.

The brain is running under high load, quickly analyzing the pros and cons of each plan, and thinking about how to make and improve the plan more efficiently if it were me.

General Murong showed a faint look of appreciation, and sighed in his heart, what kind of outstanding person can give birth to such a pair of demonic brothers.

Not to mention the ignorant Lu Hongliang, who is still immersed in the improvement plan.

After Su Zhe returned to the hotel and slept beautifully, the consumption caused by the out-of-body soul had been replenished, and the court soldiers devoured the souls of those Thunderbolt Hall thugs, making his energy and physical strength reach the peak.

Night gradually fell, and Su Zhe took Su Dongyang's brothers and the big stomach king buns to the sea to eat a while as usual.

If it weren't for the perennial gloomy weather in Shudu, which was not conducive to Su Zhe's cultivation, he would still be a little obsessed with the food here.

While they were feasting, in the courtyard of Luodai Ancient Town, Nantian walked out of the room where he practiced swords, his clothes soaked with sweat.

He habitually glanced at the room with red peppers and garlic hanging at the door, and suddenly opened his mouth in surprise, the room that had been opened for three years was now wide open.

In disbelief, he walked into the room, which was very basic, with only a bathroom and a bed and a futon.

The quilt on the bed was neatly folded, and there was no trace of sleeping, and Nantian knew very well that this bed was just an ornament for the master.

He never rested in bed at all, and spent all his time meditating on the futon.

It's just that the master, who has never gone out, why did he suddenly leave the customs? His sword heart is blocked, and he is in the death pass, what kind of thing is worth his old man's escape?

Nantian hurriedly ran to the front yard and shouted, "Grandpa Shu, Grandpa Shu." ”

In the front yard, the old man was still sweeping the fallen leaves with a broom that seemed to never be clean, and he didn't raise his eyelids when he heard Nantian's cry.

Nantian also seemed to have long been accustomed to the old man's attitude, "Master is out of the customs, do you know where he went?" ”

The old man's eyes lit up, and a ray of essence burst out of the cloudy old eyes: "He is enlightened?" ”

"What's enlightened?"

Nantian looked at him confusedly: "Master may have gone to repay the favor." ”

The old man's radiant eyes dimmed again, and he returned to his previous cloudiness: "Oh, I see. ”

"Grandpa Shu, aren't you worried about Master?"

Nantian asked worriedly.

"What is there to worry about, although your master is not good at learning, there are few people in this world who want his life."

The old man continued to sweep the floor boringly, and Ren Nantian said that the sky was full of flowers, and he never said a word again.

Nantian returned to the backyard disappointed, although he didn't know what the relationship between this old man who he called Grandpa Shu and his master, he had never even seen two people talk.

But he knew that this old man was an extremely strong man, and he wanted Grandpa Shu to help the master, but unfortunately the old man was not moved at all.

Originally, with Master's skills, there was nothing to worry about, but he always had an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

After being stunned for a long time, Nantian took a shower, changed his clothes, and quietly climbed out of the backyard.

Just as he landed, the old man who was sweeping the floor in the front yard suddenly sighed and threw the broom casually.

The broom was firmly hung on a nail in the wall, and this hand alone was enough to shock the world.

The old man shook his head helplessly: "Sword maniac, sword maniac, can't you still let go?" For the sake of the so-called kindness, not only is the cultivation of the sword not an inch advanced, but the sword heart is dirty, and the cultivation does not advance but retreats, is it really worth it? ”

As he spoke, the old man's body suddenly stood upright, his white hair turned black in an instant, and his old face like an old orange peel quickly stretched out.

In a moment, a white-haired old man who was about to die transformed into a heroic middle-aged man.

The sword qi was all over the body, and the fallen leaves in the courtyard fluttered with the sword breath, forming a sword in the air.

"Here comes the sword!" As soon as the middle-aged man stretched out his hand, the sword composed of fallen leaves unexpectedly let out a cheerful sword roar and jumped into the man's hand.

With a sword in his hand, the man's momentum changed greatly, and his whole body exuded a terrifying aura of looking at the world.

With a slight shake of the hand, the fallen leaf sword danced and broke down into more than 100 fallen leaves, which spontaneously formed a book in the air.

The man slowly changed into a clean and neat white robe, and the whole person seemed to be reborn, and there was no trace of the previous decay and old age.

He whispered softly: "The sword is a ruthless soldier, but people have affection, it's just that, sword madness, my scholar will help you again, let you fulfill your wish, if you die, wouldn't I have waited for so many years in vain, if you don't lead the way, how can I go to the Martial God Palace to find the only person who defeated me more than twenty years ago to prove my sword." ”

I think of more than 20 years ago, I have been cultivating swords in the mountains for 30 years, showing my edge with a peerless posture, and a deciduous sword in my hand has beaten the invincible opponents of the younger generation in the martial arts world, and is known as the first day of swordsmanship.

Because of his love of reading, he is knowledgeable, and the deciduous sword usually turns into a book and carries it with him, full of bookish vitality, and is called a book and sword by people in the martial arts world.

But he himself prefers the name scholar, so he generally calls himself a scholar.

But just when he was full of ambition and high spirits, he occasionally traveled to the world on a whim.

But he suffered the first defeat in his life, and the handsome young man who looked like he was only in his early twenties just had a sword in his hand, which made his invincible self feel irresistible.

Thinking of the young man who claimed to be from the Martial God Palace, a blazing light appeared in the scholar's eyes.

He has cultivated his mind and cultivated swords in the red world for more than 20 years, and even did not hesitate to clean the yard for the sword maniac and protect the southern sky.

It was to be able to enter the Martial God Palace, meet the young man who was also a teacher and friend again, and try to see if he could defeat him now.

Who let the sword maniac also come from that mysterious Martial God Palace, so the sword maniac must not have an accident.

The scholar who is obsessed with swords is dedicated to the pursuit of swordsmanship, and he has no intention of taking care of the mundane affairs of the world, even if Huaguo falls, he has nothing to do with him.

But the sword heart is transparent, he is in the world, the way of the sword is already invincible, and he is still counting on the success of the sword madness to understand the sword, and take him to the Martial God Palace afterwards.

So he couldn't sit idly by, and with one step, his figure had disappeared in place, leaving only colorful fallen leaves lingering in the wind, forming a big sword character.

In the Shu metropolitan area, in a Bashu-style dwelling, three blood-red coffins are juxtaposed in a gloomy room.

Kneeling in front of the coffin stood nine handsome white men in tuxedos, meticulously groomed with their hair, their faces as pale as paper, and their manners and manners as gentlemen's.

If the members of Hades Order were here, they would definitely be frightened and run as far as they wanted, these are the nine Marquis of the Blood Clan who are all notorious in the Dark Council.

The Nophil family is the craziest family in the blood clan, they have no bottom line in their work, they will repay their eyes, and they are known for their dirt and chaos.

In order to maintain the purity of the bloodline, the ancient thirteen blood clans had rules that they were not allowed to harass ordinary people.

The Nophile family is an alternative existence that ignores this rule, and when they crave blood, they will torture and kill and suck blood regardless of whether they are men, women, young or old, commoners and nobles, ordinary people or warriors, and even wild beasts and domestic animals.

Perhaps the blood absorbed is too mixed, and the bloodlines of the Nofil family all have a crazy side.

They often cause massacres in Europe, making all the forces in Europe hate the blood clan.

The other twelve ancient blood clans could not withstand this tremendous pressure and had no choice but to unite to sanction the Nophil family.

It was a war that almost wiped out the Nophil family, and the twelve ancient clans dispatched tens of thousands of barons and above to exterminate the Nophil family.

In that war, the Nophil family showed a crazy and bloodthirsty side, they fed the war, and while fighting, they frantically devoured the enemy's blood core.

The final direction of this war also fell through everyone's glasses.

The twelve clans had an overall advantage in the early stage, but in the end, the two glorious marquis of the Nofil family unexpectedly advanced to the duke after devouring a large number of blood cores, which changed the situation of the war.

Among the thirteen blood clans, only the ancestor Dracula family has two dukes in addition to Dracula, and all other clans have only one duke.

The Duke was by no means able to advance by devouring the blood core, and the unexpected advancement of the two marquis of the Nofila family also brought the war to an end.

Dracula, the ancestor of the Bloodline, who was sleeping, was awakened and suppressed the dukes of the Nofila family in one fell swoop, preserving them as samples for the advanced research of the Bloodline.

Dracula suspects that it was because of this disorderly devouring of blood that the Nophile family caused their blood to mutate again, thus unexpectedly advancing in the first place.

But after studying for a long time, Dracula found nothing, and the unexpected advancement of the Nophile family seemed to be just an accident that could not be replicated at all.

As a last resort, Dracula fell into a deep sleep again after ordering the Nophile family to stop killing innocents.

The Nophil family escaped death, but they were much more peaceful, even if they occasionally washed a small village or something like that, but they were extremely cautious, not as unscrupulous as before.

Over time, it did not cause the anger of the heavens and the resentment of the people, and the twelve clans also relaxed their supervision of them.

But the Nophile family felt a strong crisis, and there was a peak-level Dracula presence in the blood clan, and they would be wiped out at any time.

This feeling that life and death are no longer in control make them very uncomfortable, and while reining in, they are also looking for another way out.

The appearance of the Dark Council gave them a glimmer of light, and the Thirteen Speakers were only the overt managers of the Dark Council.

The real big boss behind the scenes only used one trick to subdue the three dukes of the Nofil family.

The Nophile family is not surprised, they believe that even if Dracula wakes up from the ancient pool of blood again, he will never be the opponent of the boss behind the scenes.

So they joined the Dark Council without hesitation, and by the way, they fooled the Bruch family and Simor into the camp of the Dark Council.

At this moment, a cold voice came from the blood-colored coffin in the middle: "Marquis Mayer, are you sure that Su Zhe, who killed Jones, has appeared?" ”

The white marquis who was standing on his knees trembled: "Lord Greens, it has been confirmed that we have used John and his subordinates to deceive that Su Zhe to Shudu. ”

"Well, Jones, although he is not the best descendant of our Nophile family, is not something that anyone can kill if he wants."

Greens's cloudy voice once again vividly interpreted the Nophile family's retribution.

Marquis Meyer asked with some apprehension: "Lord Greens, is it a bit of a fuss for the three dukes of our Nophile family to act together?" ”