Escape... Escape?

Chen Beixun stood alone on the fishing boat, looking at the lonely boat that was escaping from a distance, a little confused.

In the sword sect, the identity level is divided according to the number of swords in the sword box.

First-class warriors are qualified to carry sword boxes and step into the level of master warriors. Two swords can be hidden in the sword boxes.

There are two swords in the sword box of the Grandmaster from the Four-Ring Master.

Starting from the Master Five Rings, every time the sound of the high, there will be an additional sword in the sword box.

The six-loud master warrior can hide four swords in the sword box.

The highest is Master Nine-Round, who can bear seven swords in the sword box.

Moreover, the seven swords can be specially created by the sword-making master of the Mechanism family, and are the most powerful weapon in the world.

This is a tradition passed down by the Sword School since ancient times.

The master of the sword sect martial artist on the lonely boat, the sword box contains four swords, and is the master of the six sounds...

But such a strong man.

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

Nie Changqing opened the lake with a knife, and twenty swords were out in a row, and twenty flower-cutting boats, killing dozens of Confucian scholars, which scared the Six-Round Master of the Sword Sect?

Chen Beixun's body shook slightly.

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

The strength of this abandoned disciple of the Dao Sect...

It's like a monster!

On the 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, are you lying to us?! We are sure to get rid of Lu Ping'an!"

Zhu Yishan roared in a low voice.

Liu Ye looked at Chen Beixun with a look of not being very friendly.

Yesterday, Chen Beixun came to them overnight and conspired for a night. He promised to get rid of Lu Fan when he was in charge of this matter.

But now everything is like fart.

The masters of the Sword Sect were scared away without even showing up!

They... were sold!

They could imagine that Lu Fan turned around to find their end when the liquidation was settled.

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan thought of the lazy elegant boy sitting in a wheelchair at this moment, and for some reason he showed a hint of chill in his heart.

"What are you afraid of!"

"Since ancient times, the country of flowing water and the iron-clad family... Although the three families in Beiluo City are not as high as Dan Tai, now there is a sword sect that is one of the hundreds of schools of thought behind us... Lu Ping'an will never dare to touch us."

Chen Beixun stood on the bow of the boat, carrying a yellow pear-wood sword box, and his blue shirt was floating in the lake wind.

His voice was cold and loud.

"But the master of the Sword Sect escaped... and ran away!"

Liu Ye raised his hand, raised a finger, pointed to the lonely boat that had fled to the point of nowhere, sucking in the air, and said.

Chen Beixun clenched his teeth slightly.

"This is called a temporary strategic retreat. We will also withdraw and go back to the mansion to negotiate!"

Chen Beixun took a deep breath and said.

Then, he ordered the boatman to turn around.

However.

Just when the boatman was holding the boat pole and turning around with difficulty.

suddenly.

Suddenly, a terrible pressure suddenly burst out.

Bang!!!

...

"Um?"

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

He looked into the distance, on the lake where the smoke was dissipating, a small boat was facing his fishing boat, raising white waves and shooting out into the distance.

"Who is that?"

Lu Fan raised his chin in the direction of the crazy lonely boat and asked in surprise.

Nie Changqing carried the pig-killing knife, raised his head and looked at the boat in the distance.

"The huangli wood sword box, the box contains four swords, the hundreds of schools of thought, the sword school... the six masters and swordsmen."

As the tenth among the Dao Sect, Nie Changqing is naturally familiar with the masters of the Sword Sect.

"Sword Sect... Grandmaster Swordsman?"

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

"What did he run away? Young Master, I have such a good temper. Could it be that I will eat him?"

Nie Changqing choked and looked at the group of Confucian scholars who were still surging in Beiluo Lake, and couldn't help but be speechless.

You have a good temper... a ghost.

The little-minded ones are comparable to the seeds of dragon fruit.

So, Nie Changqing stopped responding.

"Forget it, he's sensible."

Lu Fan supported his chin, slowly closed his eyes, checked the self-recovery of the spiritual energy in his body, and waved his hand.

"Young Master, there is a ship behind us, Chen Beixun and Liu, and the princes of Zhu's family."

Lie on the edge of the fishing boat, Ni Yu, who was so seasick and vomited so much that she was weak, suddenly pointed at a fishing boat in the distance with a haggard and thin face, and said.

"oh."

Lu Fan glanced at Ni Yu, who looked pitiful, slowly closed his eyes and replied.

Nie Changqing took twenty swords and he consumed twenty strands of spiritual energy.

However, he could feel the qi pill surging like a furnace, slowly recovering himself.

At this speed, it takes about an hour to recover a wisp of spiritual energy. The 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 resounded in Lu Fan's ears again.

Lu Fan opened his eyes.

"Walk?"

He grabbed the Lingji chessboard and placed it on his legs.

A black piece was found from the chess box.

The blackspot was smooth and shiny, and Lu Fan clamped it with his middle and index fingers.

"I, Lu Ping'an, is so lively? "

The next moment, everything in his eyes suddenly began to turn into translucent lines, just like the time when he dropped spiritual energy to Ning Zhao from the air.

He widened the map in his sight and found the fishing boat that Chen Beixun turned around and wanted to run away.

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

Then, the Tianyuan star position on the chessboard is turned into.

Pick.

A light blue spiritual energy evaporated from Lu Fan's way, like a burning flame.

The calm lake surface suddenly blew.

Ning Zhao's long silk skirt was blown away and kept flying.

Nie Changqing's pupils shrank, his legs clamped...

Appears!
To be continued...