The knife floated up!

Destroying a sword out of thin air is like an immortal's method!

On twenty or thirty flower boats, hundreds of Confucian scholars were all watching the pig-killing knife floating in the air and slashing at them against common sense!

That knife... can fly?!

It is not very strange that a knife can fly. After all, the government has created a flying knife.

However, this flying knife is a hidden weapon, which is completely different from the flying pig-killing knife in front of you!

There was a blurred outline of the big sword around the pig-killing knife, with a sense of depression that made every Confucian scholar breathless.

Among the hundreds of schools of thought... which one has such a method?!

The Confucian scholars on the flower boat all closed their mouths.

They stared at the pig-killing knife coming from the air, and sweat beads of water penetrated from their foreheads.

Nie Changqing stepped on the boat pole standing on the lake, and his clothes were whistling under the wind.

His qi and blood, which were pressed by Haoran's energy, boiled again.

Use spiritual energy to cut out this dazzling and gorgeous sword.

This is the strongest sword that he, Nie Changqing and Grandmaster Cheng have so far.

However, Nie Changqing was very calm, and his heart was completely unrest, as if he felt like he was usually a little piglet.

"Compared with the spiritual pressure of the young master Yimiangai Zhen Han Lianxiao... my method is insignificant."

Nie Changqing murmured.

The next moment, his eyes fell on the flower boat and became calm and calm.

boom!

The smoke sways into vortexes.

The mist of the lake is like three flowers gathering on the top.

Hundreds of Confucian scholars changed their expressions suddenly.

Lu Fan asked Nie Changqing to take action, but they did not expect it.

They are all Confucian scholars with fame and fortune. Their identities may not be considered noble, but they are absolutely sensitive to them.

Do Lu Fan really dare to kill them?

Once they are killed, they will definitely attract the attention of the great scholars in the court and may even attract the national teacher's attention.

Then...how will Lu Fan end?!

However.

No matter how these Confucian scholars think...

Nie Changqing's sword was finally cut.

The lake surface, which was originally blown by the wind, suddenly became quiet, like a mirror, without turbulence, and was so quiet that it made people tremble.

The flower ship locked by the pig's knife.

The digital leading scholar who was originally proudly standing on the bow of the boat suddenly changed his expression.

He is not only a Confucian scholar, but also a warrior.

Although he was just a second-rate warrior, Nie Changqing's sword gave him a sense of horror as if he had fallen into the Avici Hell.

The righteous energy on his face disappeared, and a ray of Haoranian energy in his chest also collapsed.

He turned his head on the deck of the flower boat, squeezed away the Confucian scholar behind him, and rushed back like crazy.

Buzz...

Everyone was waiting for the pig's knife to fall.

However, Nie Changqing's pig-killing knife disappointed them and did not kill the flower boat.

Instead, it hung an inch in front of the deck of the flower boat.

The strange suspension is even more terrifying.

The lake was silent, and the Confucian scholars on the other flower boats widened their eyes, but saw that there was no wave, and they felt bored.

However.

On the locked flower boat, many Confucian scholars turned around like the first person, and wanted to escape like crazy. After a few steps, their bodies were penetrated with blood marks and were cut in the waist and separated directly.

Rumble!

moment.

The calm lake surface was filled with white water foam, as if a white snake spread from under Nie Changqing's trampling to the flower boat.

The lake surface was actually divided into two in shallow form, reaching hundreds of meters.

This sword seemed to be filled with the momentum of killing dragons.

The righteousness of the Confucian scholars collapsed so badly under this knife.

Click.

The flower boat was broken.

Although the pig-killing knife was not cut off, the marks were cut on the flower boat.

Several Confucian scholars who were running fast did not die by chance, but their blue shirts splashed and bleeded, and they let out a terrible howl and fell on the board.

The hull cracked.

The green lake water was gusping and pouring into the flower boat.

The flower boat began to sink, and the Confucian scholars on the boat were in powerless and lost their energy. They were just a group of scholars who were not even as good as third-rate warriors.

Many scholars took off their long gowns, and regardless of the coldness of the lake, they jumped off the flower boat and swam towards other flower boats or the shore.

Some scholars who don’t know how to water collapsed on the boat, their faces pale.

Nie Changqing raised his hand.

Still in the shape of a palm-sucking piercing, the pig-killing knife hanging at the front of the sinking flower boat actually floated back.

Finally, Nie Changqing held it in his hand.

Standing on the boat pole, a swaying in the wind, he cut off the lake.

The sword craft appeared in the world for the first time and ended in a stunning way.

The Confucian scholars on the other flower boats were shocked.

Many people are trembling...

One knife can open a lake from the air, kill people, and break boats!

Is this really a martial arts method?!

The legendary warrior masters and even the geniuses of the hundreds of schools... I'm afraid that they can't do this!

The entire Beiluo Lake was silent.

The fishing boat is swaying.

Ning Zhao held the cicada wing sword in his hand and stood quietly on the boat. She looked at the incredible scene in front of her, and her plump and red lips opened slightly.

Even she... was extremely surprised.

But next to her, Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, couldn't even look at it. The wind blew his hair and he smiled and pinched the white chess piece.

One hand gently touched the tidy and dusty chessboard.

The next moment.

The white piece sandwiched between the middle finger and index finger suddenly fell into the chessboard Tianyuan Star.

"Pu"

"Old Nie, continue."

Lu Fan said lightly.

The spiritual pressure chessboard flashed, and the fallen black pieces released five times the spiritual pressure, while the fallen white pieces restored 50% of the spiritual energy to set goals.

There is no wisp of spiritual energy, Nie Changqing only has one wisp, and recovering 50% is equivalent to recovering one wisp.

Standing on the boat pole and holding the pig-killing knife, Nie Changqing opened his eyes again.

An excitement flashed across his face.

That aura that makes people want to stop... is back again!

Buzz...

The pig-killing knife in his hand was once again entangled with spiritual energy.
To be continued...