The army of Beijun, on the observation stage.

Dan Taixuan's eyes were solemn, his face was as deep as water, his qi and blood were shaking, and the red cloak behind him was swelling with shock.

The gate closed in Beiluo City was actually opened.

Lu Changkong, who should have been besieged by the four great masters and warriors, took advantage of the cracks in the city gate to penetrate into the city and escaped.

"waste!"

Dan Tai Xuan calmed down and uttered two words coldly.

The three major families in Beiluo City disappointed him so much.

"There is only one chance. Lu Changkong hid back in Beiluo City, like a turtle with his head shrank. He would not be trapped again. It would be as difficult as climbing to the sky to kill him unexpectedly again."

Dan Tai Xuan took a deep breath. He knew that the best opportunity to break through Beiluo City was slipped away from his nose.

On the side of Dan Tai Xuan, there was a gentle Confucian scholar wearing a lush scarf on his head and graceful green shirt.

"Lu Changkong is not in the city and there is no grand master warrior in charge. How could the three major families fail?"

The Confucian scholar in blue shook his head, as if he couldn't figure it out.

"All I want is the result, I don't care about the process..."

"Appoint the army to attack and attack the city immediately while Beiluo City is still in chaos!"

But Dan Tai Xuan ignored the confucian scholar in blue shirt and said to himself.

He made a quick decision, pulled out the sword around his waist, pointed at the sky from afar, and issued an order.

The 50,000 troops in the North County immediately began to slowly move the border.

...

The atmosphere at the top of Beiluo City was a bit strange.

Luo Yue looked at Lu Fan and opened his mouth.

Although he is Lu Changkong's old subordinate, he does not have much contact with Lu Fan.

It turns out that Young Master Lu...is such a crazy wolf man?

Why should the young master, who is powerless, dare to say that he can support the Grandmaster and martial artists?!

"Young Lord... The city lord has returned to the city. We shouldn't attack at this moment. It's better to wait for the city lord and make a long-term plan."

"There are four Grandmasters and Martial Arts under the city. Although Ning Zhao has entered the Grandmaster realm, he will definitely suffer a great loss if he fights four."

Luo Yuedao.

Lu Fan was sitting in a wheelchair, Ni Yu held an umbrella and obediently supported Lu Fan, covering the dazzling sunshine.

After hearing Luo Yue's words, Lu Fan nodded seriously, pressed his hand against his jaw and stuck out his index finger, and tapped on his cheek.

"Uncle Luo, what you said makes sense."

"But... I, Lu Fan, have had legs since I was a child, and my mentality was distorted. I am a little sensible and can't stand it."

"My father has never scolded me, why is that stupid guy here?"

Lu Fandao.

As he said that, he patted Ning Zhao's elastic waist again.

"Sister Ning, go ahead, my son will support you."

"Young Master, do what you say."

Lu Fan smiled.

Ning Zhao smiled cleverly and gave Lu Fan a glamorous look.

I don’t know if this roll of eyes was because Lu Fan slapped her waist or because Lu Fan said that he couldn’t stand it.

Ho, man.

Ning Zhao still remembered that Lu Fan had just said that he had a very good temper and changed his mind in a blink of an eye.

Luo Yue opened his mouth, speechless.

With one against four, facing four masters and warriors, Lu Fan asked Ning Zhao to die.

The blood and blood shook, Ning Zhao's body was as light as a swallow and flew past the city wall. His feet stepped on the thick bricks and stones on the top of the city, his white skirt flew, and his gauze danced.

It actually fell down from the fifteen-meter-high city tower.

Feng Shi was shouting and scolding, only felt a strong wind coming from her head, and she was shocked.

The four master warriors riding on horseback also raised their heads.

"Who?!"

The four masters' eyes shrank.

As Ning Zhao floated down from the city tower.

The scene like a banished immortal came to the world shocked the army of Beijun.

The gorgeous and charming posture is as beautiful as a painting, making people dazzling.

Ning Zhao held the cicada wing sword with a cold expression, like a lonely fairy, like the ice that never melted for thousands of years.

Her black eyebrows frowned slightly, her eyes fixed on Feng Shi, and her murderous aura was boiling.

This is the one who insulted the young master.

If the young master had not wanted to live, Ning Zhao would immediately remove this person from a big deal!

The young master lived so hard that he was even humiliated so much.

This person deserves damn!

The cicada wing sword swept across, and a light blue wisp of spiritual energy pulled out from the dantian.

An invisible wave of air surged around her, complementing the boiling blood and blood.

Then, Ning Zhao landed lightly.

The line of sight is locked in Feng Shi.

The plump and red lips opened lightly, and the cold and arrogant words resounded all around.

"A monk from Qi Dan Realm, Ning Zhao."

"After the order of the prince, I will take your dog's life."

...

Behind the Beiluo City Gate.

Lu Changkong withdrew his gaze that fell on his subordinate's corpse, his eyes red.

suddenly.

His naked upper body and his hair stood up because he felt a powerful force blooming outside the city gate.

"What a weird blood... Who is outside the city taking action?"

Lu Changkong frowned.

Yi Yue, who fell to the ground and had a pale face, her eyes lit up.

"Master, it's Sister Ning..."

Lu Changkong was stunned.

"No, Ning Zhao is not a first-class warrior, how could he have such qi and blood? Besides, Ning Zhao is not protected by Fan'er's side?"

Lu Changkong said coldly.

Yi Yue glanced at Lu Changkong with some fear.

"Master, every word I say is true. Sister Ning has received help from the young master's fairy aura. Now she has broken the realm and entered the master. When I come to open the city gate, I am also ordered by the young master."

Yi Yue pursed her lips and spoke in fear and stubbornness.

Lu Changkong was really stunned this time.

Immortal fate?

Aura?

What a mess.

Our martial artists do not believe in immortals and Buddhas.

Only believe in qi, blood and fists!

However, Lu Changkong fell into silence again.

Because he really heard Ning Zhao's judging words coming from outside the city gate.

...
To be continued...