The night was as frost as light as veil, covering the entire Beiluo City with a layer of fluorescent flowers.

Lu Changkong rode his horse, took a deep breath, and what poured into his mouth was bloody that was so rich that it could not be dispersed.

His heart trembled slightly.

Could it be... Is it really counted by Mo Tianyu?

Did Lu Fan really die in a desperate situation under the joint forces of the three major families and the Sword Sect?

In a cold armor, Lu Changkong rode on a sweat-blooded horse. Suddenly, his back was a little hunched.

Luo Yue followed Lu Changkong silently, and he naturally smelled the blood in the air.

He clenched the reins tightly, his face as deep as water.

The sound of the wheels and the blue bricks rubbing, and the sound of the five horses pulling the cart gradually became less and less.

The curtain was lifted, and Mo Tianyu came out of the carriage, with a huge wine gourd around his waist, and he took a deep breath of the bloody air.

"This is a city full of killing."

Mo Tianyu sighed.

"The great evil hexagram, this time, I did not calculate the wrong thing... I hope this hexagram is wrong. Unfortunately, the way of heaven is hard to violate, Lord Lu, I am sorry."

Then, he took off the gourd around his waist and poured a mouthful of wine. The wine blew, and the strong smell of wine dispelled the smell of blood.

He sat on the frame, with a pair of straw sandals hanging down, a Confucian shirt exposed his chest, shaking, and his temperament was boring and unruly.

Lu Changkong glanced at him, but a huge murderous aura suddenly surged in his eyes.

There is a tendency to draw a sword in anger and splatter blood in five steps.

Mo Tianyu was not afraid. He took a sip of wine, burped, and laughed.

"This is right. Although the farmer's family is in decline, it is also one of the hundreds of schools of thought. You, a descendant of the farmer's family, should have the domineering aura that all schools of thought should have..."

Lu Changkong glanced at Mo Tianyu and narrowed his eyes.

"Sir, don't talk nonsense, you need to be responsible for your words and deeds."

Lu Changkong's indifferent path.

"Lao Luo, keep up and we will go back to Lu Mansion."

"If something happens to Fan'er, he will raise his troops to destroy the Zhongnan Sword Sect! Even if he abandons Beiluo, what's wrong!"

Lu Changkong threw down this loud words, raised his whip and beat the horse.

The sound of horse hooves exploded and rushed towards the Lu Mansion.

Luo Yue's eyes were turbulent, and he put his hand on the long sword around his waist, and roared: "I will follow you to the death!"

The three hundred iron cavalry all followed.

On the long street of the main axis of Beiluo City, only Mo Tianyu, who was sitting on the carriage frame, was holding the gourd.

He watched Juechen go to the group and grinned.

So he let the coachman follow him.

...

Lu Changkong's face was originally gloomy.

But……

As he rode his horse around the city, the expression on his face became more and more bizarre and puzzled.

Finally, he met several Iron Blood soldiers dealing with corpses in the distance, and his eyes narrowed.

"Xilu."

Pull the reins and slow down the speed. The sound of horse hooves falls on the blue bricks rhythmically like raindrops.

Lu Changkong turned over and walked towards the iron-blooded army with great strides.

Several Iron-blooded soldiers also saw Lu Changkong and their expressions appeared on their faces.

The city lord is back?

"Meet the city lord!"

Several iron-blooded soldiers knelt on one knee on the ground.

"How is the young master?"

"What happened? The city tower guards, and others?"

"How is the battle ahead?"

"How are the casualties?"

Lu Changkong frowned and looked cold, asking several questions in succession.

The Iron Blood soldiers kneeling on one knee were a little confused by Lu Changkong's question and hesitated and couldn't speak for a while.

Luo Yue behind Lu Changkong could no longer help it.

He glared and took a step forward, making a loud shout like a lion's roar.

"Where are you asking you! They are all scared?! Are you stammering?!"

Several soldiers shook their faces.

"Qi Bian Zhu, Lord City."

"The battle in the city... has ended long ago."

Finally, a soldier spoke.

Lu Changkong was stunned.

Before he could continue to ask, the soldiers had already told the story of what happened.

"Liu, Zhu, the three major families of Chen were ordered by the young master to convict the family and destroy the clan for treason. All the powerful sword sects were killed. Hundreds of Confucian scholars in Beiluo Lake insulted the young master, and were also ordered by the young master to escort the prison and wiped their necks..."

The soldier's speech was not slow, but his words seemed to be thunder exploded in Lu Changkong and Luo Yue's ears.

What the hell?!

The previous information...isn't it?

Why is everything going against the other side?

Lu Changkong's skin shook slightly, "Take it serious?"

The soldier who reported the report was almost crying. Could he still dare to lie?

"Why are there only a few guards left on the city tower? What about the others? The casualties and injuries are serious?"

Lu Changkong continued to ask.

The soldiers clasped their fists: "Report to the city lord, in this battle... the brothers injured 18 people and killed three people."

"As for the others... they were called by Commander Luo to move the body."

A sudden sound of surprise came from the carriage hanging behind the three hundred iron cavalry in Lu Changkong.

"Impossible, five people came to the Sword Sect Seven Heroes. Why do you use to win the victory?!"

Mo Tianyu's doubts came from the carriage.

Lu Changkong's face suddenly pulled down.

"Mo Tianyu, Lu said that you must be responsible for your words and deeds. Is it not worthy of my son to live because of your divination?"

After hearing Mo Tianyu's words, Lu Changkong's face suddenly became cold.

Luo Yue also stared at Mo Tianyu badly.

"If you were not the first disciple of the national master, Lu would have killed you now."

Lu Changkong said lightly.

Mo Tianyu was not stupid either. He knew that he had made mistakes in his words. However, his arrogance in his heart made him not admit his mistakes, but just bowed to Lu Changkong.

Then, he took out three copper coins from the Confucian shirt and looked at it carefully.

Is his hexagram wrong again?!

Lu Changkong took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at the soldiers, narrowed his eyes, and his face slowed down.

"Okay, very good... Just be safe."

Although I don’t know what happened, Lu Fan seems to have handled it.

Knowing that Lu Fan is safe, Lu Changkong is not in a hurry to return to Lu Mansion.

He wants to collect some of Lu Fan's last words.

...

"Five seven heroes of the Sword Sect came. Unless Lu Changkong was in charge of Beiluo and surrounded and killed with elite cavalry formed by 300 warriors... Otherwise, with the strength of the defenders of Beiluo City, Lu Ping'an would die!"
To be continued...