Several soldiers held iron shields and stood in front of Lu Fan.

"No!"

"Young Master Lu, I'm waiting wrong! Please spare my life!"

"It's all aristocratic families who are trying to scare me! We are great good people!"

When I saw the dense and cold military crossbows.

The merchants' mentality collapsed. They knelt on the ground. They cried bitterly. Faced with death, they were all left with fear.

However.

It's useless for them to cry.

Luo Cheng gave an order.

The powerful crossbowmen shot arrows one after another.

In Chen's mansion, all the merchants were shot through and died tragically, and blood was flowing all over the ground.

Liu and Zhu families were shot and killed directly, and they were too late to send out their screams.

The masters of the Sword Sect could not stop the siege of the Iron Blood Army, and they all killed them by beating them.

As for the cut off Chen's private army, they were no match for the elite Beiluo Iron Blood Army, and they were quickly killed.

Of course, there were also casualties on the defenders.

The smell of blood flows in the air of the garden.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair and suddenly raised his head.

far away.

In the lobby of Chen Mansion.

A figure walked out slowly with a wine glass.

It was Jing Yue, the swordsman who hid four swords in the box.

A top-ranked swordsman with wounds and blood on his body, crawled before Jing Yue.

With unwillingness in his eyes, he finally died and fell to the ground.

Jing Yue sighed.

The wine glass in his hand shook and was thrown away by him.

The wine is sprinkled.

In the sunset, it shines on crystal clear.

Then, Jing Yue wiped his fingers from bottom to top at the tail of the sword box, and a sword was unsheathed, and the sound of the clanging sword chanting continued.

Six sounds of qi and blood in the body burst out.

The sword light was like a torch, and it was sucked on the celadon wine glass.

far away.

Nie Changqing held the pig-killing knife and took a serious step, blocking Lu Fan's face.

Six-Round Grandmaster Swordsman…

He let out a breath, and the stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern stern

suddenly.

His eyes stagnated.

But he saw that the master swordsman Jing Yue, who had burst out with six sounds of qi and blood, raked his sword on the ground under his feet with a sword, bent his sword body and bounced violently.

He took Jing Yue's body up and up the roof, galloping along the brick and tile roof.

Looking at the back that was escaping rapidly under the setting sun.

Lu Fan felt a little familiar inexplicably.
Chapter completed!