Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Die before leaving school...

It is no exaggeration to use this sentence to describe this swordsman who hides three swords in his sword box.

All the chances of Xiu were cut off by this knife.

As soon as he stepped out of the lobby, he was beheaded by a butcher's knife that fell from the sky, and there was nothing to say.

The blood-stained butcher's knife floated in the air, very quiet, dripping with blood.

Inside the Chen residence, there was a complete silence, and everyone was as silent as a cicada, dumbfounded.

The other swordsmen of the Sword Sect stared wide-eyed, bewildered, terrified, or appalled.

How...how did he die? !

On the nanmu round table.

Jing Yue's eyelids twitched slightly as he poured himself the drink.

A glass of wine was filled in his hand, but the surface of the wine was constantly trembling and rippling.

Are you here?

Jing Yue raised his head.

He knew that tonight was the key to determining whether the Sword Sect could control Beiluo City.

The young master of Beiluo City didn't want to make false claims with the Sword Sect anymore, and finally showed his fangs, and wanted to use thunder to pull out the Sword Sect's forces in Beiluo City.

The hoisting butcher's knife suddenly retracted, and shot out under everyone's hellish eyes.

What kind of means is this?

Holding a sword out of thin air is like a fairy!

The hearts of many swordsmen began to tremble.

They glanced at the swordsman whose head had been beheaded on the ground, and then at the butcher's knife speeding away, the expressions on their faces became ugly and hesitant.

But in the end, they could only bite the bullet and go out.

They walked out of the lobby, every step was very heavy, and after walking about a hundred steps, they came to the garden of the Chen Mansion.

Rockery, leisure pavilion, small pond, the scenery is picturesque.

However, the air in the entire garden was full of chilling and terrifying blood that could not be dissipated.

Dozens of iron-blooded Beiluo soldiers, their cold armors were stained with blood, and the long blades in their hands were also stained with blood.

On the edge of the small pond, there was a young boy in a wheelchair, holding a handful of steamed bread crumbs, and sprinkled them into the small pond, causing the fish in the pond to compete for food.

Beside the wheelchair, there was a girl with a foxy face in a goose-yellow dress, smiling like a flower, and a girl with a chessboard on her back, staring at the crumbs of steamed buns curiously.

A middle-aged man in a black robe stood solemnly, raised his hand, and the blood-stained butcher's knife fluttered into his hand.

The hearts of the swordsmen of the Sword School and the merchants of all sizes in Beiluo City who walked out of Chen's residence suddenly tightened.

crunch...

The sound of wooden wheels rubbing against the blue bricks on the ground sounded.

Lu Fan, who had his back to the crowd, turned the wheelchair automatically. Lu Fan, who was dressed in a white robe, gently stroked his palm, patted off the crumbs of steamed buns, and looked at the crowd indifferently.

The scorching sun began to slant to the west, and the sun became red and sprinkled down like boiling blood.

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair, his eyes sweeping across everyone.

"Thirty-seven merchants in North Los Angeles, those mobs...are you and the three great families employed together?"

After that, Lu Fan lowered his head, played with his fingers, and said calmly.

Lu Fan's words were not harsh, but every merchant's heart tightened when he heard it.

They opened their mouths to say something.

But it can't be said at all.

The principals of Liu and Zhu's families trembled violently. They looked at Liu Ye, Zhu Yishan, Chen Beixun and many important figures of Liu and Zhu's families who were being escorted by the iron-blooded soldiers. It was as if his hand was being clenched.

They knew that Liu and Zhu were finished.

"Lu Ping'an, what is my Liu family's crime? If you destroy the Liu family, the industry involved in the Liu family, and the transaction industry involved in other cities,

All will fall into collapse! You will make North Los Angeles City go beyond redemption! "

"I wish the same for my family! You devil!"

"Your father Lu Changkong is so reasonable, but he gave birth to such an unreasonable evil like you!"

The heads of the Liu family and the Zhu family all raised their hands, pointing at Lu Fan with trembling fingers, so angry that their beards were shaking.

Many large and small merchants around also joined in.

The disciples of the Sword Sect pulled out the swords in the box one after another.

The Chen family's private soldiers also moved one after another, drew their longbows, and confronted Lu Fan and his party.

The atmosphere is tense.

However, Lu Fan's gaze passed over the heads of the Zhu family and the Liu family, and landed on the masters of the Sword Sect.

The masters of the sword sect all carried pineapple sword cases and wore green shirts.

"The sword sect of all schools of thought..."

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

The first school of thought he came into contact with was Daozong, but, obviously, Beiluo City was not the goal of Daozong.

As for the Sword Sect, it was a vain attempt to control the forces of the various schools of thought in Beiluo City.

According to what Chen Beixun said, the six major moats of the Great Zhou Dynasty were probably infiltrated by a hundred schools of thought. This is a meal that regards the Great Zhou as arbitrarily divided.

Before the rebellion of the three great families, to attract Tantaixuan's army into the city, it was obvious that there was also the influence of various schools of thought.

Nie Changqing opened his eyes.

He wiped the blood off the butcher's knife.

Nie Zhangqing killed a master of five rings in the air, and Nie Zhangqing's hand holding the knife was trembling.

This is the master, not the useless Confucian scholars on the flower boat before.

Of course, to a large extent, he was able to successfully slay the opponent because of the impact of the saber technique and surprise.

Luo Cheng pressed the knife, his face was full of excitement.

However, he was not careless, because he knew that what followed would be the last wave of these people's counterattacks.

"My son, what should I do?"

Luo Cheng turned to look at Lu Fan.

far away.

The principals of Liu and Zhu were still yelling and cursing. They tried to scare Lu Fan and show their interests.

The same is true for many large and small businesses.

Without them, Beiluo City will soon be in chaos.

"killed."

Lu Fan propped his chin with one hand, and said indifferently.

"The world will not stop running just because you are gone, and the same is true for Beiluo City. If you die, someone will naturally replace you."

Lu Fan's voice was very indifferent.

All the aristocratic families and merchants, big and small, were suddenly quiet.

Their hearts went cold.

"Beiluo City...will be chaotic!"

A businessman growled with red eyes.

Lu Fan glanced at this person, "So what about the chaos?"

"If anyone thinks they can't survive in Beiluo City, they can leave the city..."

"Let's see if the world outside is in chaos, or Beiluo City is more chaotic."

Lu Fan supported his chin with one hand, and gently stroked the thin woolen blanket covering his legs with the other.

Then, a cold word spit out from the mouth.

"kill."

Luo Cheng's eyes suddenly burned hot.

The blood-stained knife at his waist was suddenly unsheathed and pulled out.

There was a loud clang.

On the wall of Chen's mansion, soldiers in armor sent by Luo Cheng from the top of the city appeared, holding crossbows in the army, aiming at the private army of the Chen family, as well as many merchants and strong swordsmen .

Several sergeants stood in front of Lu Fan holding iron shields.

"Do not!"

"Young Master Lu, I waited wrong! Please spare my life, Young Master!"

"The aristocratic family is bluffing me! We are good people!"

When seeing the densely packed and cold military crossbows.

The mentality of these merchants collapsed, they knelt on the ground, they cried bitterly, facing death, they only had fear.

However.

It's useless for them to cry.

Luo Cheng gave an order.

The crossbowmen shot arrows one after another.

In the Chen Mansion, all the merchants were shot through and died tragically, with blood flowing all over the ground.

The principals of Liu and Zhu were shot dead directly, and there was no time to let out a miserable howl.

The masters of the sword sect couldn't stop the iron-blooded army's siege, and they were besieged and hacked to death one after another.

As for the private army of the Chen family who had been slashed, they were no match for the elite Beiluo Iron Blood Army, and were soon beheaded.

Of course, the defenders also suffered casualties.

The air in the garden was filled with the smell of blood.

Sitting in the wheelchair, Lu Fan suddenly raised his head.

far away.

In the lobby of the Chen Mansion.

A figure walked out slowly holding a wine glass.

It was the swordsman Jing Yue who had hidden the four swords in the box.

A top-notch warrior of the sword sect, covered in wounds and covered in blood, climbed in front of Jing Yue.

With unwillingness in his eyes, he finally died and fell to the ground.

Jing Yue sighed.

The wine glass in his hand shook and was thrown up by him.

The wine was spilled.

In the setting sun, the reflection is crystal clear.

Afterwards, Jing Yue touched the tail of the sword box from bottom to top with two fingers, and a sword was unsheathed, and the sound of clanging swords continued.

Qi and blood burst out six times in the body.

The sword was as bright as a torch, and it was drawn on the celadon wine glass.

far away.

Holding the butcher's knife in his hand, Nie Zhangqing stepped solemnly and stood in front of Lu Fan.

Six Rings Grandmaster Swordsman...

He let out a slight breath, and his grip on the butcher's knife became tighter and tighter.

suddenly.

His eyes froze.

However, Jing Yue, the master swordsman who burst out with six bursts of energy and blood, slammed his sword on the ground under his feet, the blade bent, and flicked violently.

Then he took Jing Yue's body up to the roof, and galloped along the brick roof.

Looking at the back of that fleeing quickly in the setting sun.

Lu Fan somehow felt familiar.

This scene seems to be... seen somewhere.