Nie Changqing, who was still puzzled about the knife he just slashed out from different angles again from the air.

Aim at another flower boat.

The Confucian scholars on the boat were frightened.

They still cannot be as calm as water in the face of life and death as great scholars.

On the boat oscillator, Nie Changqing kept using his sword.

On the lonely boat, land flies frequently.

The two cooperated very well.

The picture actually has a bit of poetry and painting.

Twenty seeds fell in a row, each of which was white seed.

Nie Changqing also cut twenty consecutive swords, slashing the flower boat.

I have a deeper understanding of the sword technique.

In Beiluo Lake, a group of Confucian scholars fell into the lake regardless of their style, as if they were dumplings.

They were all frozen and their faces were pale, but they dared not speak out.

Some Confucian scholars who were killed by the pig knife fell into Beiluo Lake, causing clusters of blood to rush into Beiluo Lake.

The smoke surrounding Beiluo Lake dissipated.

Dispelled by Nie Changqing's twenty-sword aura.

Nie Changqing returned to the fishing boat and dragged the boat oars.

On the boat, Lu Fan was leisurely taking the pieces back into the chess box.

"Young Master, how to solve the remaining Confucian scholars...?"

"Kill with one knife?"

Nie Changqing asked with the pig-killing knife.

Lu Fan rubbed his slender fingers, supported his chin, and glanced at a group of Confucian scholars swaying in Beiluo Lake.

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Let them slap, and want to step on me, Lu Ping'an, to achieve the reputation of "being angry and beautiful"... How can I not pay a price?"

"If you drown, don't drown..."

"When you get ashore, the city lord's mansion will send someone to settle with them."

Lu Fan said lightly.

"Now, let's go to Zuichen Pavilion first."

...

Xu Yuan behind the fishing boat.

Chen Beixun's eyes shrank, and he was carrying a pineapple-wood sword box, and his body was trembling slightly.

A sword from the air, and a knife cuts the lake!

The abandoned disciple of Daozong...so strong?!

What a desperate knife that was.

Beside him, Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan had already fallen on the board, and their eyes were dull.

"This...how is this possible?!"

"Is he still a human?! Is there anyone in the world who can kill the enemy with a sword?"

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan growled almost like a devilish roar.

"Don't worry...and my Sword Sect's Grandmaster!"

Chen Beixun clenched his fists and his eyes flashed.

The smoke lingering on the surface of Beiluo Lake was slashed away by Nie Changqing.

In the depths of the smoke, a small boat swaying from the smoky sky also jumped out.

Chen Beixun's eyes were bright and he stared at the arrogant figure sitting cross-legged on the lonely boat.

He was carrying a pineapple wooden sword box like him, and there were four swords in the sword box.

That is the sword sect walking in Tianshan Mountain, Zhongnan!

The four swords represent that this person is a warrior swordsman with the strength of a master of six sounds!

suddenly.

Chen Beixun's eyes showed excitement.

But I saw the arrogant swordsman standing up on the lonely boat, moving in the wind.

The swordsmen of the Sword Sect are about to take action!

However……

Chen Beixun's excited expression quickly freezes and becomes stiff.

Because, after the swordsman of the Sword Sect got up, he burst out without hesitation and beat the boat pole, causing the lonely boat to shoot.

Leave narrow and long ripples on the lake surface.

He fled quickly without looking back.
Chapter completed!