MTL - Building The Ultimate Fantasy-Chapter 40 Feijian, is this worthy?

The blood on Qiangchang Street has not dried up, and the people on both sides have already dispersed.

Collapsed stalls, scattered vegetable leaves ...

A look of depression.

At the end of Long Street.

Nian Sidao came slowly, wearing black clothes, carrying a sword box, and wearing a dipper.

They are different from the ordinary Tsing Yi swordsman disciples. They are wearing black robes, yellow pear wood sword boxes behind, and at least three swords are hidden.

He is in the sword school, and the Tibetan three swords are the masters of Wuxiang.

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

Behind the four of them, a team of iron-blooded sergeants was chasing with long swords.

However, the four Sword Masters were extremely fast. Although they were walking, they could not keep up with the running soldiers.

四 The purpose of these four masters is very simple.

Beibei Luocheng is the target of the sword faction. They were originally hidden in a remote place outside Beiluo.

I got the message from Jing Yue, one of the seven chivalrous swordsmen, and immediately rushed.

平安 North Luo Shaozhu, Lu Ping'an was desperate, killing violently, completely breaking the rules of the game.

让 This makes them unable to map out the North Luo, and can only choose the most dangerous approach.

In fact, even if they are masters, it is very dangerous to choose to go to the city to kill Lu Fan.

After all, once besieged by the army, it is likely to die on the spot.

Therefore, they chose to make a quick decision. They entered the enemy camp directly in the fastest way to break it, slay Lu Fan, and then walked away.

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

The Sword Sect, was originally good at producing assassins.

They sent swordsmen, pay attention to a happy enmity, go straight.

Killed in the red dust, got out of the white blade.

The sunset was tilted westward.

Wu Tian gradually darkened, feeling a sense of drowsiness and killing, sweeping over the long street.

Zhe Yiyue pushed the wheelchair, and the sound of wooden wheels and blue bricks came.

Lufan was in a white robe, sitting in a wheelchair, holding one's chin in one hand, her hair falling down her cheeks.

Ni Yu nervously carrying the chessboard, chucking her small face, staring at the front.

Nie Changqing was holding a pig-knife, looking cold and slow, and walking every step was gaining momentum.

he knows……

Next, there will be a difficult battle.

Luo Luocheng is an important person who escorted the three great families.

野 Liu Ye, Zhu Yishan, and others also faced the earth with inclusions in the crowd.

北 Chen Beixun's eyes are as dead as embarrassing. He hangs his head down, Misaki is already very dirty, his body is shaking slightly, it is frightened.

The Chen family is gone ...

The Liu family and the Zhu family are gone too, and the iron-clad family is just pulled out.

Lu Lu's fierceness and decisiveness once again severely impacted his mind.

He thought Lu Changkong wasn't there, Lu Fan would fetter his hands and feet, but ... he was wrong.

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

The three big families were directly copied, and the important personnel of more than 30 small and large merchants were all killed by Lu Fan.

This is a day of bleeding.

The master of the Sword Sect also died tragically.

Chen Beixun raised his head numbly.

He looked towards the end of the long street in the distance, and walked slowly, wearing four sword sect masters with buckets.

No excitement, no hope.

He was dead to the Sword Master.

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

Nowadays, the Chen Family Mansion, a master of the sword school, once again flees the wall and flees ...

Master Xi's two escapes penetrated his heart.

He was dead, no more hope for the sword school.

Long wind howling.

Afterglow of the setting sun, only the remnants remained, and it was sprinkled on the ground of Long Street, as if the coal stone in the furnace was blooming in the last bloom.

There are no lengthy openings and no extra crap.

Both sides know each other's purpose.

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

Headed by a cricket, a swordsman with a dovetail and a sword box hiding five swords frowned.

The other three were also puzzled.

"Just, wait for him ... Target, Lu Changkong's son in a wheelchair, Lu Ping'an."

"I stopped Nie Changqing, Daozong's abandoner ..."

"Here, wait for a shot, seal his throat with a sword, leave after the kill, and gather outside the city."

He is a swordsman, his voice hoarse and cold.

Words fall.

The tip of the sword in the hands of the twenty-four people arrived on the blue stone ground of Changjie.

The squealing friction sounded, and Mars splashed out.

The speed of the four swordsmen is getting faster and faster.

There is a strong wind, and the sand and stones on the ground are rolled up.

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

"kill!"

I drank for the swordsman!

Snoring sound.

The yellow pear wood sword box behind the four of them trembled.

All the swords that Hidden had popped up.

There were four swordsmen, neat and orderly, with their bodies spinning in place, and their feet kicked on the stalks of each rising sword.

In addition to the main sword held in their hands, the remaining nine swords were straight and stabbed towards the landing fan.

Uh ...

"Seven Swordsmen of the Sword School ... Flying Sword."

A deep, hoarse voice sounded.

Lu Lufan turned his face slightly, but found that beside him, he did not know when there was a figure with his back on his back.

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

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

Lu Lufan looked very calm. When he saw Lao Huang, he was not surprised or surprised.

When his soul strength increased, Lao Huang's existence was detected long ago.

"A grand master, secretly protect himself ..."

Lu Lu sighed.

Lu Lu Changkong is really good to his son.

If a grand master is added to the defense of Beiluo City, the three great families would think about it before they betrayed.

It's a pity that in this battle, a grand master is not enough.

Wu Laohuang found that Lu Fan was not surprised at all, but was slightly surprised.

Yun Yiyue and Ni Yu were already stunned, Yi Yue even put her hands on the long whip around her waist.

Lao Huang did not explain, just wrapped around the body under the black robe, tense.

He stared at his eyes, staring at the flying swords.

剑派 飞 剑术 ...

舍 He gave up his life, maybe he can defend the sword ...

番 Lu Fan in a wheelchair, his eyes fell on the flying sword, and the corners of his mouth slipped slightly. "Flying swords ... does this deserve?"

Nie Changqing stepped forward.

Twenty-nine flying swords made the robe on Nie Changqing's body hunting and hunting, the pig-knife holding in his hand, his eyes like a torch, and his hair flying.

His blood was shaking.

After a while, roared.

Kill the pig knife up.

Within Qidan, the aura poured out, and the five sounds of Qi and blood seemed to be wrapped around the thunder.

"Imperial sword!"

On killing the pig sword, the reiki entangled ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ Lao Nie shakes his hand, the pig kill knife suddenly spurts out, one sword cuts nine swords!

The faces of the four swordsman swordsmen were hidden under the bucket, and their faces were not clear.

Their sword edged across the blue brick, their pace accelerated, and they rushed to Nie Changqing.

Everything has become extremely hasty.

However ...

For Lu Fan in a wheelchair.

At this moment, time seemed to slow down countless times, flowing slowly.

The slaughtering pig knife collided with Jiujian, and Lu Fan took the board from Ni Yu leisurely.

Nie Changqing and the four swordsman swordsman swordsmanship screamed, and Lu Fan leisurely laid the chessboard on his thigh, and by the way wiped his breath.

Two swords crossed the pig-knives, galloping, Lao Huang's eyes widened, and Lu Fan's face was like white jade. He had long fingers and hurriedly caught a black spot from the chess box.

上 On the sky, the last ray of sun is hidden, the moment when light and darkness meet.

Lufan pulls his sleeves, and around the wheelchair, strands of aura rise in the wind.

With a click, the elegant sunspots fell.

Chess pieces fall on the chessboard instantly.

周围 Around the wheelchair, the air waves formed by the reiki vibrations are radiating and spread out of thin air.

Invisible coercion, diffused instantly.

Lazier instant.

The world is silent, Fei Jian stagnates in the air suddenly.

Long Street.

The four swordsmen who Xun fought with Nie Changqing suddenly burst open. Their pupils tightened inconceivably, and their hair burst disintegrated.

The air seemed to freeze and compress, turning into a giant peak, hitting their bodies.

The four of them groaned.

The sword reached the ground and fell on one knee!