Controlling 20 swords, cutting down 20 people

The sword, it's floating!

Controlling the sword out of thin air, like a skill of an immortal!

On the twenty or thirty flower boats, countless scholars were astonishingly gazing at the pig-killing knife that was floating in the air and defying logic as it slashed towards them.

That knife... it can actually fly?!

Flying knives are not really that strange, after all, engineers have created flying knives before.

However, these flying knives are hidden weapons, completely different from the flying pig-killing knife in front of their eyes!

There was a blurry outline of a large knife surrounding the pig-killing knife, emitting a suppressive aura that made every single scholar breathless.

Which school of thought among the hundred schools has such a technique?!

The scholars on the flower boats all closed their mouths.

They stared at the pig-killing knife coming through the air, sweat dripping from their foreheads.

Nie Changqing stood on the boat pole standing upright on the surface of the lake, and his clothes rustled in the wind.

His blood and Qi, which had been suppressed by a majestic aura, boiled once again.

Controlling the sword with spiritual energy, he slashed out this dazzling and magnificent strike.

This was the strongest strike Nie Changqing, a grandmaster, had ever made.

However, Nie Changqing remained calm, as if his internal world was as calm as when he slaughtered a small piglet with a single strike.

"Compared to the pressure Gongzi Fan exerted when suppressing Han Lianxiao with a single thought... my technique is insignificant."

Nie Changqing murmured to himself.

In the next moment, his gaze fell on the flower boats, becoming calm and composed.

Boom!

The smoke swirled into a vortex.

Majestic aura pulled the misty lake water, like three flowers gathering on the top.

The faces of the hundred scholars suddenly changed.

They had not expected Nie Changqing to take action.

They were all scholars with achievements, and although their identities may not be considered noble, they were definitely sensitive.

Did Lu Fan really dare to kill them?

Once they were killed, it would surely attract the attention of the eminent scholars in the court, and even the National Teacher might intervene.

What would happen to Lu Fan then?!

However...

No matter what these scholars were thinking...

Nie Changqing's strike had already been unleashed.

The lake water that had been rippling with waves stirred by the wind suddenly quieted down, like a mirror, without a ripple, so still that it made people tremble.

The flower boat that was locked onto by the pig-killing knife.

Several leading scholars who were originally standing proudly at the bow of the ship suddenly had their expressions drastically change.

They were not only scholars but also martial artists.

Although they were only second-rate martial artists, Nie Changqing's strike gave them a terrifying feeling as if they had fallen into hell.

Their righteousness vanished from their faces, and their majestic aura dissipated.

On the flower boat, the scholar turned his head, pushing away the scholars behind him, and madly rushed towards the back.

Hum...

Everyone was waiting for the pig-killing knife to fall.

However, Nie Changqing's pig-killing knife disappointed them, as it did not hit the flower boat.

Instead, it hovered an inch in front of the flower boat's deck.

The eerie suspension made it even more terrifying.

The lake surface was silent, and the scholars on the other flower boats widened their eyes, not seeing any ripples, which made them feel dull.

However...

On the locked flower boat, just like the first person, many scholars went crazy and turned around to escape. They hadn't run a few steps before their bodies started oozing blood, and they were cut in half at the waist, directly splitting apart.

Boom!

In an instant.

The calm lake surface was filled with white foam, as if a white snake had spread from under Nie Changqing's boat pole, extending to the flower boat.

The lake surface was actually split into two shallow halves, reaching several hundred meters.

This strike seemed to carry the aura of slaying dragons.

The scholars' majestic righteousness crumbled under this strike.

Crack.

The flower boat shattered.

Although the pig-killing knife did not actually strike, there was a visible mark of a cut on the flower boat.

 Several fast-running Confucian scholars were lucky not to die, but their green robes burst with blood, emitting a miserable howl as they fell on the deck.

The ship cracked.

The emerald green lake water gurgled and rushed into the flower boat.

The flower boat began to sink, and the scholars on board lost their composure and heroic spirit. They were nothing more than a group of scholars who couldn't even compare to third-rate martial artists.

Many scholars took off their long robes, disregarding the coldness of the lake water, and jumped off the flower boat towards other flower boats or the shore.

Some scholars who couldn't swim collapsed on the boat, pale-faced.

Nie Changqing raised his hand.

As if sucking in his palm, the pig-killing knife hanging in front of the sinking flower boat actually swayed and floated back.

Finally, held by Nie Changqing.

Standing at the helm of the boat, wearing plain clothes fluttering in the wind, he made a slash that opened up the lake.

The first appearance of the Sword Technique stunned the audience with its stunning finale.

The scholars on the other flower boats were shocked.

Many people trembled in fear...

A single slash could open up the lake from a distance, **, and shatter the boat!

Is this really the skill of a martial artist?!

Even the legendary grandmasters and various schools of martial arts... it seems unlikely that they could do such a thing!

The entire surface of Lake Beiluo fell silent.

The fishing boats swayed.

Ning Zhao held the Cicada Wing Sword, standing silently on the boat. She looked at the bizarre scene in front of her, and her plump red lips slightly parted.

Even she... was equally astonished.

Beside her, Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, paying no attention. The wind brushed through his hair as he faintly smiled and picked up a white chess piece.

With gentle fingertips, he lightly touched the clean and dust-free chessboard.

In the next moment.

The white piece held between his middle finger and index finger suddenly landed on the central star of the chessboard.

"Snap."

"Old Nie, continue."

Lu Fan said casually.

The pressure on the chessboard flickered, dropping a black piece released five times the pressure. Dropping a white piece restored fifty percent of the target's spiritual energy.

With no threads of spiritual energy remaining, Nie Changqing had only one thread left. Recovering fifty percent was equivalent to regaining one thread.

Standing at the helm of the boat, wielding the pig-killing knife, Nie Changqing opened his eyes again.

Excitement flashed across his face.

That spiritual energy that made ** unable to move... had returned!

Buzz...

The pig-killing knife in his hand once again wrapped around spiritual energy.

With some doubts about the slash he had just made, Nie Changqing slashed again from a different angle.

Aiming at another flower boat.

The scholars on the boat were terrified.

They couldn't remain as calm as the great scholars in the face of life and death.

On the boat's helm, Nie Changqing continuously manipulated his knife.

On the solo boat, Lu Fan frequently placed his chess pieces.

The two of them coordinated extremely well.

The scene was strangely poetic.

Twenty consecutive moves, all white pieces.

Nie Changqing also made twenty consecutive slashes, cutting each flower boat.

He had a deeper understanding of the Sword Technique.

As for the group of scholars on Lake Beiluo, they disregarded their dignity and fell into the lake like dumplings.

Each of them had pale faces from the cold, but they dared not utter a word of complaint.

Some scholars who were killed by the pig-killing knife fell into Lake Beiluo, causing blood to billow in the lake.

The smoke surrounding Lake Beiluo dispersed.

Dispelled by the pressure of Nie Changqing's twenty slashes.

Nie Changqing returned to the fishing boat, dragging the helm.

On the boat, Lu Fan leisurely collected the chess pieces into the box.

"Young master, how do we deal with the remaining scholars... Kill them with one slash?"

Nie Changqing held the pig-killing knife and asked.

Lu Fan rubbed his slender fingers, propped up his chin, glanced at the group of scholars who were struggling in Lake Beiluo.

A slight smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Let them struggle. If they want to step on me, Lu Ping'an, to achieve fame, they have to pay a price."

"If they drown, so be it. If they survive..."

"When they reach the shore, the City Lord's Mansion will send someone to settle the score with them."

Lu Fan said indifferently.

"Now, let's go to the Drunken Dust Tower."

...

Far behind the fishing boat.

Chen Beixun's gaze tightened as he carried a scabbard made of yellow pearwood, his body trembling slightly.

Controlling the sword from a distance, slashing the lake with one slash!

A disciple who betrayed the Dao... is this how strong he is?!

That was such a despairing slash.

Beside him, Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan had already fallen sitting on the deck. Their eyes were lifeless.

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

"Is he still human?! Is there really someone in this world who can control the sword to kill the enemy?"

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan shouted almost madly.

"Don't worry... We still have the Sword Master of our Sword Sect!"

Chen Beixun clenched his fist, his eyes flickering.

The smoke lingering on the surface of Lake Beiluo dissipated as Nie Changqing's twenty slashes dispersed it.

In the depths of that smoke, a swaying small boat suddenly appeared.

Chen Beixun's eyes sparkled as he stared at the solitary and proud figure sitting on the boat.

The figure also carried a yellow pearwood sword scabbard, containing four swords.

It represented the swordsmanship of the Zhongnan-Tianshan Sword Sect!

Four swords, symbolizing that this person was a martial artist swordsman with the strength of a Six Echoes Grandmaster!

Suddenly.

Excitement filled Chen Beixun's eyes.

He saw the proud swordsman on the solitary boat stand up, his robe fluttering in the wind.

The swordsman of the Sword Sect was about to make a move!

However...

Chen Beixun's excitement soon froze.

Because, after the swordsman of the Sword Sect stood up, he immediately burst out his vital energy and slammed the boat pole, causing the solitary boat to shoot forward.

Leaving behind a series of narrow and spreading ripples on the lake surface.

He flew away without even looking back.