Jing Yue felt very frustrated.
As one of the seven heroes of the Sword Clan, this was already his second time fleeing in panic.
He didn't want to escape. If he could wait for the arrival of the other six heroes of the Sword Clan, he would definitely dare to turn around and fight. But... he couldn't wait!
If a swordsman had the concept of a sword heart and sword intent, it was likely that his sword heart had already decayed and his sword intent had crumbled to dust.
However, he had no regrets.
Wasn't it good to be alive?
With each step, his blood surged, carrying the yellow pearwood sword box on his back as he sprinted across the rooftops, distancing himself from the dangerous place that was the Chen Mansion.
As a master swordsman of the Six Echoes, he would leave unless Lu Fan really had the heart to keep him.
He gambled right. Just like last time, Lu Fan didn't have any intention of keeping him.
Leaping over seven or eight rooftops.
Suddenly.
Jing Yue's heart skipped a beat. As one of the seven heroes of the Sword Clan, he still had strength. His body spun rapidly on the spot, with his black robe fluttering in the wind.
His body rotated horizontally three times, and his feet landed steadily on the rooftop, shattering a piece of black tile.
In front of him.
A graceful figure blocked his way.
The setting sun cast a bloody glow, illuminating the white long skirt that floated like a fairy.
Three thousand strands of black hair scattered, with eyebrows and eyes as picturesque as a painting.
This was an extremely beautiful person, as if she had stepped out of a painting.
The flowing air added a touch of ethereal charm to her, making her appear like an immortal banished from heaven.
Ning Zhao looked solemnly at Jing Yue, her spiritual energy stirring.
She had no sword in her hands, after all, the Cicada Wing Sword was in Lu Fan's wheelchair.
"You came from the Chen Mansion while the young master is there..."
Ning Zhao's long lashes seemed to radiate light in the sunset.
After dealing with the matter on Huxin Island, she had just arrived on the island when she heard that Lu Fan had unleashed a massacre. So she hurriedly rushed over and happened to encounter Jing Yue fleeing.
"You carry the yellow pearwood sword box, you are a member of the Sword Clan. The young master wants to eradicate the Sword Clan in Beiluo City... so you can't leave."
Ning Zhao lightly opened her red lips and said calmly.
"The young master's servant?"
Jing Yue recognized Ning Zhao, so he was cautious.
"You are no match for me, so leave quickly... Otherwise, I won't show any mercy with my sword."
Jing Yue said.
He didn't want to get entangled with Ning Zhao, mainly because Ning Zhao was Lu Fan's servant.
Lu Fan didn't do anything to him when he escaped twice, but if he injured or killed this servant...
Then Lu Fan might pursue him to the ends of the earth.
After all, he had heard that Lu Fan, the young master of Beiluo, was extremely petty...
Ning Zhao smiled. She raised her hand, and two strands of pale blue energy surged in her palm. The fluttering gauze skirt, combined with her resolute gaze, gave her an air of determination.
This time... she wouldn't let the young master down.
Fight!
Ning Zhao's small feet landed on a black tile, and her blood roared. With a loud bang, her body, illuminated by the glow of the setting sun, moved like a ghost.
Jing Yue's gaze sharpened, and with six explosions, his sword stabbed out mercilessly.
He didn't fear Nie Changqing, but did he really fear Ning Zhao, just a master swordsman?
...
Outside Beiluo City, on the boundless plain, dust billowed.
Hooves trampled the ground.
Four figures wearing straw hats and carrying yellow pearwood sword boxes galloped rapidly.
The iron-blooded sentinels guarding the city walls of the city noticed their presence immediately, and the news spread throughout the entire city.
The iron-blooded guards all took action, their figures tightening, and they held strong crossbows on the city walls. Once the enemy approached, they would shoot arrows indiscriminately.
However, the sound of hooves did not stop, still resonating and raising clouds of dust that reached the sky.
Finally, the soldiers on the city of Beiluo released their bowstrings, and the arrows shot up into the sky, forming a rain of arrows.
Meanwhile, the four figures slid from the backs of their horses, slipping under the horses' bellies, and arrows rained down.
The four horses were turned into sieves.
The sound of swords echoed, accompanied by the qi and blood surging towards the sky.
The four figures used their lightness skills to swiftly glide over the iron-blooded soldiers crowding the city walls.
Their feet lightly stepped on the soldiers' shoulders, and they floated far away.
They crossed over the iron-blooded soldiers and flew over the city walls, landing on the inner city walls covered in mottled marks.
Clang!
Sparks flew.
The sword blades wedged into the tiny crevices of the city walls, the curved swords bending and flying, using the wall as a leverage to move like swallows on the eaves, climbing up.
The four of them joined forces and rushed up the city walls.
Under the command of Lu Changkong, a top general guarding Beiluo City, a burly figure roared, swinging a heavy greatsword and charging towards them.
These four people wore straw hats, seemingly reluctant to fight, and they also dared not engage in battle. Once they fell into an encirclement, no matter how high their martial arts were, it would be useless. They could be easily killed by random slashes.
A crisp sword chant continued.
The four figures flew over the heads of the iron-blooded soldiers crowding the city wall.
Their feet lightly stepped on the soldiers' shoulders as they swiftly leaped away.
They crossed over the iron-blooded soldiers, flew over the city walls, and landed inside the city along the inner city walls.
Several dozen miles outside the city of Beiluo,
300 cavalry trod the ground slowly.
Among the 300 cavalry, a carriage pulled by five horses raced forward, wheels turning and kicking up dust.
This five-horse carriage was the official vehicle of the National Teacher.
Lu Changkong rode on horseback, dressed in armor with a stern expression.
The curtain of the carriage was pulled open, revealing a disheveled scholar with an open chest, holding a gourd. He sat sideways in the co-driver's seat with the coachman.
"Lord Lu, I have the urge to consult the divination again. Do you want me to give you a divination?"
Mo Tianyu took a sip of wine, sitting sideways on the carriage frame, shouting loudly to Lu Changkong who was riding on a spirited horse.
The gaze from Lu Changkong's eyes under his helmet was fiery as he glanced at him.
"Why does a scholar like you, who follows the National Teacher, enjoy divination? Isn't that something only those tricksters of the Heavenly Secrets do?"
Mo Tianyu, with his disheveled hair, laughed, scratched his exposed chest, took a sip from the gourd, and said, "Learning comes in stages, I learned divination first, and then Confucianism was forced upon me by Master. It's not a pleasant memory..."
Lu Changkong nodded.
"It's a lonely journey, so I'll listen to your divination."
Lu Changkong said.
Mo Tianyu's eyes lit up as he took out three shiny copper coins from his pocket. He held them in his hand, took a sip of wine, held it in his mouth, and then spewed it towards the three coins.
Surprisingly, the three coins rolled in the wine, and finally fell into Mo Tianyu's palm.
"Oh, interesting..."
"The divination shows a great disaster. Lord Lu, your departure from the city will harm your son, and the Sword Sect will take control of Beiluo, causing rivers of blood to flow in the city... tsk tsk, a catastrophe with bloodshed."
Mo Tianyu looked at it for a while, smacked his lips, and said.
Lu Changkong frowned, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
However...
Before he could react.
In the distance, the sound of horse hooves reached their ears, coming from the direction of Beiluo City.
On the horse's back was a soldier wearing the armor of the Beiluo Army.
After being intercepted.
He knelt on one knee and slid to Lu Changkong's front, stirring up dust.
"Report!"
"Speak."
"A message from Beiluo City, the three major aristocratic families have summoned a hundred scholars and top swordsmen to North Lake, accusing the young master and hiring thugs to incite unrest in collaboration with merchants in Beiluo."
"And four Sword Sect Grandmasters are knocking on the city wall, using light skills to enter the city!"
The soldier lowered his head, speaking quickly.
After Lu Changkong finished listening, his blood surged, and a killing intent rose in his eyes!
"How dare the Sword Sect?!"
Lu Changkong didn't roar at the three major aristocratic families, but directly cursed the Sword Sect. The death of the three family heads was not a concern, but it was the Sword Sect that could really cause trouble.
He knew the Sword Sect would cause trouble, but he didn't expect them to act so quickly!
On the other side.
Mo Tianyu chuckled.
He looked up to the sky, got back into the carriage.
"This time, it seems that my divination was correct."
"A divination tells life and death, a judgment determines reincarnation..."
Mo Tianyu laughed heartily as he returned to the carriage.
Lu Changkong gave him a cold glance, whipped the reins, and the spirited horse raised its front hooves, neighing.
The 300 cavalry accelerated their journey, under the bloody sunset, rushing back to Beiluo City at full speed.
...
The Chen Family Mansion.
Silent and still, blood flowing all over the ground, even staining the water in the pond red.
The wind blew, carrying a strong smell of blood.
Lu Fan, dressed in a white robe without a trace of bloodstain, played with chess pieces, his face as jade.
Since the establishment of "White Jade City", as Beiluo City, the location of White Jade City, Lu Fan naturally wouldn't allow any other forces within the city.
If there were any, he would eliminate them.
Suddenly.
Lu Fan raised an eyebrow.
He turned his head and looked towards the long street outside the mansion.
Nie Changqing, with the pig-slaughtering knife put away, stood beside Lu Fan, his expression solemn.
"Young master... There are experts."
Nie Changqing said.
Lu Fan nodded. With a soul strength of 13 points, he naturally sensed the four strands of killing intent sweeping toward them like black clouds.
As if he thought of something, Lu Fan's mouth curled up slightly.
"The last struggle of the Sword Sect..."
Then, he threw the chess pieces back into the chess box.
"I Yue, let's go."
Lu Fan said.
"Yes, sir."
Yue Yingtian's fox-like face turned slightly serious, pushing the wheelchair and heading out of the Chen Mansion, with Ni Yu following close behind.
Nie Changqing gripped the pig-slaughtering knife and wiped off the blood on it with his sleeve. His eyes flickered as he followed suit.