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nThe blood on the main street hadn’t even dried yet, but the people on either side had left long ago.

nSome stalls were overturned, and there were vegetable leaves all over the ground…

nIt was a depressing sight.

nAt the end of the long street, four figures in black with sword boxes on their backs and conical hats on their heads were calmly making their way over.

nThey wore black robes, as opposed to the usual blue robes the other Sword Sect disciples wore, and each had at least three swords in the wooden sword box on his back.

nIn Sword Sect, if someone has three swords in their sword box, it means he’s a Fifth Resonance Grandmaster.

nThe oncoming four men were very strong, and they didn’t lose to the Daoist, Han Lianxiao.

nBehind the four men were troops of Ironblood soldiers chasing after them with long swords in their hands.

nBut these four Sword Sect Grandmasters moved extremely quickly. Even though they were just walking, it was impossible for the soldiers to catch up with them, even if they ran.

nTheir goal was simple. They were going to catch the leader first before dealing with his followers.

nBeiluo City was Sword Sect’s target, and the swordsmen had been hiding in a deserted area outside of Beiluo City.

nWhen they got the message from one of the Seven Heroes of Sword Sect, Jing Yue, they immediately hurried over to the city.

nThe Young Master of Beiluo City, Lu Ping’an, was a cruel and insane man who had started a massacre, breaking the rules of this game.

nThey were no longer able to bide their time in taking over Beiluo City, so they had no choice but to use the more dangerous method.

nIn reality, even though they were Grandmasters, it was still risky for them to enter the city like this and try to kill Lu Fan.

nAfter all, if they were surrounded by the soldiers and attacked at the same time, they could possibly die a horrific death right there and then.

nSo they chose to settle this matter as quickly as possible. They would use the fastest means possible to infiltrate the enemy camp, kill off Lu Fan, and then make their escape.

nAs long as they weren’t surrounded by the troops, the Seven Heroes of Sword Sect would definitely be able to escape with their combined strength.

nSword Sect disciples were expert assassins, after all.

nAs swordsmen of Sword Sect, they emphasized repaying kindness with kindness, and repaying evil with evil. They were very straightforward.

nThey had no problem killing others, no matter the means.

nThe evening sun hung low in the sky.

nThe sky gradually darkened, and there was a foreboding atmosphere hanging above the long street.

nYi Yue pushed the wheelchair, and the sound of the wheels creaking against the tiles could be heard.

nLu Fan was dressed in white and seated in the wheelchair. He had one hand under his chin, and his hair cascaded down his face.

nNi Yu nervously carried the chessboard on her back. Her little face was tense, and she stared straight ahead with wide eyes.

nNie Changqing held onto his butcher knife with a stern expression on his face. His steps were slow and careful. He was ready to attack at any moment.

nHe knew…

nThe next battle was going to be a difficult one.

nLuo Cheng was holding the important family members of the three major aristocratic families at knife point.

nLiu Ye, Zhu Yishan, and the rest were among the group of soldiers, and they all looked downcast.

nChen Beixun’s eyes looked soulless. He hung his head, his beautiful hair now filthy. His entire body still trembled with fear.

nThe Chens were no more…

nThe Lius and the Zhus were gone as well. These untouchable aristocratic families had been wiped out just like that.

nLu Fan’s viciousness and decisiveness had dealt another blow to his heart.

nHe had thought Lu Fan wouldn’t be able to do anything once Lu Changkong wasn’t around, but in the end… he had been wrong.

nInstead, when Lu Changkong left for the capital, he had actually allowed Lu Fan to do whatever he liked, which had made him even more bold and wild.

nThe three major aristocratic families had been massacred on the spot, while all the important representatives from the thirty-odd merchants, both large and small, had been slaughtered with one wave of Lu Fan’s hand.

nThis was a day of bloodshed.

nThe highly-skilled fighters from Sword Sect had also died horribly on the spot.

nChen Beixun numbly raised his head. He looked toward the end of the long street and saw the four Sword Sect Grandmasters wearing conical hats and making their way over.

nHe neither became excited nor hopeful.

nHe had lost all faith in the Sword Sect Grandmasters.

nAt Beiluo Lake, that one Sword Sect Grandmaster had escaped on a boat instead of putting up a fight.

nToday at Chen Manor, that same Sword Sect Grandmaster used his swords to spring over the wall and then quickly run away, escaping once again…

nThe Grandmaster had escaped two times, which had deeply hurt his heart.

nHis heart was now dead and no longer had hope in Sword Sect.

nThe wind blew.

nThe last of the evening sun was waning. It shone on the ground of the main street like the last glow of charcoal burning in a furnace.

nThere was no grand opening ceremony, or an exchange of meaningless words.

nBoth sides knew what they were here to do.

n“We’ve all arrived. Why hasn’t Jing Yue appeared?”

nThe leader of the swordsmen frowned. He wore a conical hat on his head and had five swords in his sword box.

nThe other three were equally puzzled.

n“Forget it. We won’t wait for him… the target is Lu Changkong’s wheelchair-bound son, Lu Pingan.”

n“I’ll take care of the abandoned Daoist disciple, Nie Changqing…”

n“Later, when you strike, use one slash to cut the throat. Once we’re done killing, leave immediately, and gather outside the city,” the leader of the swordsmen said. His voice was stern and hoarse.

nOnce he had given instructions…

nThe four of them placed the tips of their swords against the main street’s tiles.

nAn ear-piercing screeching sound was heard as the swords were dragged along the ground, sending sparks flying.

nThe four swordsmen moved faster and faster. The Qi and blood within them rushed out and blasted loudly and continuously.

nThere was a strong gust of wind, and it blew up all the sand and vegetable leaves on the ground, and the stalls that had been overturned were now blown far away.

n“Attack!” the leader of the swordsmen roared loudly.

nA clanging sound was heard.

nThe wooden sword boxes on the backs of all four of the swordsmen started trembling, and all the swords within the boxes flew out at once.

nThe four swordsmen were neat and orderly as they started spinning on the spot, kicking the handles of every sword that shot out from the box.

nOther than the main swords in their hands, the remaining nine swords flew straight toward Lu Fan.

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n“Seven Heroes of Sword Sect… Flying Sword Technique.”

nA low and hoarse voice spoke.

nLu Fan turned his head slightly to find that a hunched figure had appeared by his side without him knowing.

nOld Huang, who had been hiding in the shadows all this while, had appeared.

nThis was the first time he had appeared in front of Lu Fan. Lu Changkong had instructed him to protect Lu Fan, and now that Lu Fan was in grave danger, it was necessary that he appeared.

nLu Fan’s expression was calm, even after seeing Old Huang. He didn’t find anything strange or surprising about this.

nHe had already noticed Old Huang’s presence when his Soul Strength had increased in strength.

n“A nameless First Resonance Grandmaster, protecting me in the dark…” Lu Fan sighed.

nLu Changkong was really good to his son.

nIf a Grandmaster had been added to Beiluo City’s defense, then those three prominent aristocratic families would have thought through their betrayal much more carefully before going through with it.

nBut it was a pity that one First Resonance Grandmaster wasn’t enough for this battle.

nRealizing that Lu Fan wasn’t shocked by his appearance, Old Huang was the one who was shocked instead.

nYi Yue and Ni Yu were stunned, and Yi Yue even had a hand on the long whip at her waist.

nOld Huang didn’t explain himself, and instead tensed up, his back hunched over in his black robe.

nHe focused his gaze on the front and stared straight at the swords flying their way.

nSword Sect’s Flying Sword Technique…

nIf he sacrificed himself, he could perhaps help his Young Master to… block these swords!

nLu Fan’s gaze landed on the long swords flying toward him, and his lips twitched a little. “You call this Flying Sword Technique… seriously?”

nNie Changqing took a step forward.

nThe nine swords flying their way made Nie Changqing’s long robe flap loudly. He held his butcher knife in his hand, while his eyes looked like they were on fire and his hair flew.

nHe held his butcher knife in his hand. His hair was blowing in the wind, and his eyes looked like they were on fire.

nHis Qi and blood quivered.

nThen with a low shout…

nHe raised his butcher knife.

nThe Spirit Qi within his dantian flowed out and combined with the five resonances of Qi and blood. It sounded like thunder.

n“Knife Control!”

nThe Spirit Qi encapsulated the butcher knife.

nNie immediately swung his arm and sent the butcher knife flying. It was one knife against nine swords!

nThe four Sword Sect swordsmen’s faces were hidden under their large conical hats, so it was difficult to see their expressions clearly.

nTheir swords screeched against the tiles as they hastened their steps and charged at Nie Changqing.

nIn that moment, everything had became very tense.

nHowever…

nTo Lu Fan sitting in his wheelchair, time seemed to have slowed down tremendously, and everything seemed to pass by in slow-motion.

nWhen the butcher knife struck the nine swords, Lu Fan casually took the chessboard from Ni Yu’s hands.

nNie Changqing and the four Sword Sect swordsmen’s Qi and blood were blasting loudly, but Lu Fan was taking his time putting the chessboard on his thighs. He even took the time to breathe on the chessboard and give it a good wipe.

nTwo swords went past the butcher knife and flew toward them. Old Huang looked on with wide, angry eyes, but Lu Fan’s face was still as calm as jade as he used his long fingers to leisurely pull out a black chess piece from the chess box.

nThe last rays of sun were fading, and day was about to turn to night.

nLu Fan waved his sleeve, and wisps of Spirit Qi rode on the wind and surrounded his wheelchair.

nHe then elegantly put down the black chess piece.

nThe moment the piece hit the chessboard…

nThe Spirit Qi, which flowed in waves around the wheelchair, shot out like rays of light in all directions.

nAn invisible pressure instantly filled the air.

nThe moment the piece was put down…

nThe world seemed to fall silent, and the flying swords suddenly froze in midair.

nOn the main street…

nThe conical hats of the four swordsmen, who were charging toward Nie Changqing, exploded into pieces. Their eyes narrowed in disbelief, and their tight hair buns fell apart.

nIt was as if the air had been compressed into a solid, tremendous mountain, hitting their bodies hard.

nAll four of them whimpered.

nTheir swords fell to the floor, and they fell on one knee.

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