Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Escape...escape?

Chen Beixun stood alone on the fishing boat, looking at the lone boat fleeing so fast, feeling a little dazed.

In the Sword Sect, the status level is divided according to the number of swords in the sword box.

Only first-class warriors are qualified to carry the sword box and step into the level of a master warrior. Two swords can be hidden in the sword box.

There are two swords in the sword box of the first ring master to the fourth ring master.

Starting from the master of the five rings, every time there is a ring, there will be an extra sword in the sword box.

A master of the Six Sounds, four swords can be hidden in the sword box.

And the tallest one is Grandmaster Nine Rings, who can carry seven swords in the sword box.

Moreover, the seven swords can be specially crafted by the master swordsmith of the organist, and they are the first-class sharp weapons in the world.

This is the tradition of the Sword Sect since ancient times.

The master swordsman on the lonely boat, with four swords hidden in the sword case, is the master of the Six Rings...

But such a strong man.

He actually abandoned his original plan and ran away without looking back!

Nie Zhangqing opened the lake with one knife, twenty swords in a row, split twenty flower boats, and killed dozens of Confucian scholars, scaring this Six Rings master of the Sword Sect?

Chen Beixun's body trembled slightly.

He suddenly understood why Lu Fan was so calm and fearless.

The strength of this Taoist disciple...

It's like a monster!

on a fishing boat.

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan's faces were also full of fear.

They looked at Chen Beixun, and a ferocious look gradually appeared on their faces: "Chen Beixun, you lied to us?! We promised to get rid of Lu Pingan!"

Zhu Yishan roared in a low voice.

Liu Ye looked at Chen Beixun with an unfriendly look.

Yesterday, Chen Beixun found them all night and plotted all night. He swore that the Sword Sect would intervene in this matter and would get rid of Lu Fan while Lu Fan was on his boat to Zuichen Pavilion.

However, everything these days is like farting.

The masters of the sword sect were scared away without even showing their faces!

They... were sold!

They could imagine what happened when Lu Fan came back to find them to settle the matter.

At this moment, Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan felt a chill in their hearts when they thought of the lazy and elegant boy sitting in the wheelchair.

"What are you afraid of!"

"Since ancient times, the rivers and mountains of flowing water, the family of iron... My family of the third generation in Beiluo City, although not as top-notch as Tantai, but now we have the sword sect, one of the hundreds of families, behind us... He, Lu Ping'an Never dare to touch us."

Chen Beixun stood at the bow of the boat, carrying the pineapple sword box on his back, and the green shirt on his body was blown by the lake wind.

His voice was cold and harsh.

"But the master of the sword sect, escaped... escaped!"

Liu Ye raised his hand, raised a finger, and pointed at the lone boat that had fled and disappeared without a trace, breathing heavily, and said.

Chen Beixun clenched his teeth slightly.

"This is called a temporary strategic retreat. We will also withdraw, and we will discuss it after returning to the mansion!"

Chen Beixun took a deep breath and said.

After that, he ordered the boatman to turn around.

However.

Just when the boatman was holding on to the boat pole and making a difficult U-turn.

suddenly.

Suddenly, there was a terrifying pressure that was so strong that it broke out suddenly.

Boom! ! !

...

"Ok?"

Lu Fan, who put all the chess pieces into the chess box, raised his eyebrows slightly.

He looked into the distance, on the surface of the lake where the smog had cleared, there was a small boat facing his fishing boat, raising white water waves, and flying towards the distance.

"Who is that?"

Lu Fan raised his chin in the direction of the frantically running lone boat,

asked in surprise.

Nie Zhangqing raised his head with a butcher's knife on his shoulder, and looked at the flat boat in the distance.

"Pink pear wood sword box, four swords are hidden in the box, masters from hundreds of schools, sword schools... six ring master swordsmen."

Nie Changqing, as the tenth Taoist sect, is naturally no stranger to the masters of the sword sect.

"Sword sect... Grandmaster swordsman?"

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

"Why is he running away? Young master, I have such a good temper, so why would I eat him?"

Nie Zhangqing choked for a moment, glanced at a group of Confucian scholars still swaying in Beiluo Lake, and couldn't help being speechless.

You have a good temper... a ghost.

The small-minded ones compete with the seeds of dragon fruit.

In short, Nie Zhangqing stopped answering.

"That's all, let's count him as acquainted."

Lu Fan propped his chin, slowly closed his eyes, checked the self-recovery of the aura in his body, and waved his hands.

"My lord, there is a boat behind us, it's Chen Beixun, the heirs of Liu and Zhu."

Lying on the edge of the fishing boat, Ni Yu, who was so seasick and vomited so weakly, suddenly pointed to a fishing boat in the distance with a haggard face, and said.

"Oh."

Lu Fan looked at Ni Yu with a pitiful face, slowly closed his eyes, and replied.

Nie Zhangqing fended off twenty knives, and his strikes consumed twenty wisps of spiritual energy.

However, he could feel the Qi Dan surging like an oven, slowly recovering itself.

According to this speed, it takes about an hour to recover a ray of spiritual energy. This recovery speed is indeed a bit slow.

However, Lu Fan was quite content.

"Young master...they turn around and leave."

Ni Yu's weak voice rang again in Lu Fan's ears.

Lu Fan opened his eyes.

"Walk?"

He grabbed the Reiatsu board and placed it on his lap.

He took out a sunspot from the chess box.

The sunspot was smooth and shiny, and Lu Fan held it between his middle and index fingers.

"Is Lu Ping'an's excitement so beautiful?"

The next moment, everything in his eyes suddenly turned into translucent lines, just like the spiritual energy that was thrown into Ning Zhao's space.

He zoomed out on the map in his sight and found the fishing boat that Chen Beixun was about to turn around.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Afterwards, the Tianyuan star position on the chessboard.

Slap.

A ray of light blue spiritual energy evaporated from where Lu Fan fell, like a small burning flame.

The calm lake suddenly blew up.

Ning Zhao's long silk dress was blown up continuously.

Nie Changqing's pupils shrank, her legs tightened...

Appeared!

Young Master's... Reiatsu!

...

on a fishing boat.

Chen Beixun's heart trembled, and a pressure like the power of the sky made him unable to resist for a moment. His cheeks were down, and he stuck firmly to the board of the ship.

The five bodies fell to the ground, and they didn't even have the strength to move and fingers.

Not only him, but also Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan.

They were even worse than Chen Beixun, with blood seeping from their mouths and noses.

As for the boatman, he had already jumped into the lake and swam frantically to the shore.

Chen Beixun growled, he wanted to get up, but the pressure on his body was as heavy as a mountain peak.

Boom!

The lake around the fishing boat exploded and rose seven feet.

The fishing boat was instantly crushed and sank like in a lake.

The icy lake frantically engulfed Chen Beixun, Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan.

The fishy-smelling lake water poured into their mouths.

In the end what happened? !

How can the ship sink?

Where did that terrible pressure come from?

They didn't feel that it was Lu Fan's hand at all. A few miles away, Lu Fan was not a fairy, so how could he do it and blow up the fishing boat.

The three of Chen Beixun were full of doubts, but their strong desire to survive made them have no time to think, so they could only swim to the shore with all their strength.

Even if it is a second-rate warrior, after soaking in the icy lake for half a day, and then swimming to the shore, his physical strength will be exhausted.

There were even many Confucian scholars who lost their strength halfway through the swim, and with nostalgia for the world, sank to the bottom of the lake with a grunt.

Chen Beixun was fine, he was a first-rate warrior after all, and Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan also had the strength of warriors, so they returned to the shore alive.

They were drenched all over, their clothes stuck to their bodies, and their bodies were even stained with a lot of filth from the lake.

suddenly.

The ground shook.

The sound of horseshoes burst.

A group of sergeants in armor rode forward, and the onlookers retreated in surprise. They recognized these sergeants as the Beiluo Army of the City Lord's Mansion.

Yiyue was riding on a brown steed, and behind her was the iron-blooded army of Beiluo City in cold armor.

"My lord has an order to bring the three nobles back to the dungeon of the city lord's mansion for tea."

Yi Yue said with a cold and serious face.

"Handcuffs."

next moment.

Several iron-blooded soldiers came walking while pulling heavy and cold chains.

Chen Beixun was drenched all over, and when he got up from the ground, his well-groomed beard had already stuck together.

He straightened his waist, and his bones were firm.

"I am Chen Beixun, a disciple of the Sword Sect, wait..."

"Snapped!"

However, before Chen Beixun could finish his words, Yi Yue suddenly pulled down his whip and lashed at him.

Suddenly, the burning pain made Chen Beixun burst into tears.

"I want to see Young Master Lu!"

"I……"

Chen Beixun yelled, but with a cold face, Yi Yue whipped out another whip, leaving bloodstains on Chen Beixun's body.

"Young Master has an order, if you open your mouth to speak, I will... beat you."

Yiyue Humei showed a slight smile on her face, she rolled her long whip in her show hand, and spoke gracefully.

Chen Beixun stopped talking immediately.

He wanted to resist, but there were hundreds of brave Beiluo iron-blooded soldiers present, so... what would he use to resist?

Even if an ordinary grandmaster encounters so many Beiluo iron-blooded soldiers, he might obediently capture them without a fight.

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan never thought of resisting, they were handcuffed obediently and escorted away.

And Chen Beixun, with water plants in Beiluo Lake stuck to his beautiful beard, turned his head to look at the fishing boat drifting quietly in Beiluo Lake, as if he saw the wheelchair-bound boy on the fishing boat who was basking in the spring breeze.

My heart trembled slightly.

"This round, it's me, Chen Beixun, careless... hiss!"

Chen Beixun was handcuffed with iron chains, looked at Beiluo Lake, and expressed emotion in his mouth.

However, the words have not yet fallen.

Snapped!

Yi Yue lashed out with a whip.

"Hiss! Take it easy... Take it easy!"

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